In the red soil, the headless giant sat casually on the battlefield, and the corpses around him hugged each other. This was not because the two parties forgave each other before death, but because they had no choice but to use their weapons after their weapons were broken and their stomachs were shattered.
Fight with the opponent in this way.
Several huge shadows hang high in the sky. They are too powerful, and the oppression of their bodies and breath alone is enough to make most living beings lose their ability to resist.
In the distance, on the other side of the battlefield, there are dozens more such terrifying figures.
Demon God.
A demon in the true sense, not just a description.
In later generations, most of the people used the word "demons" to describe the cruelty and terror of a certain kind of creature, which originated from these dozens of ferocious and huge figures. Their power and violence left such a deep memory in the world that they are still remembered today.
Countless long years later, the shadow they created still lingers in the depths of the world's hearts. This is the ancient fear hidden in the blood.
Even in the past, their ancestors defeated the demon gods, burying and killing them one by one, and even the Lord perished in this war, but for them, fear has become eternity.
The world says...the eighty-one demon gods!
Xing Tian looked at the sky, looking at familiar faces one after another, and suddenly felt a little dazed.
He fell into deep memories.
Before his head was severed, he was also a terrible demon who followed the Lord.
And until now, if he guessed correctly, he was the only living being who had personally witnessed the oldest and most brutal war in this hidden era.
All dead.
No one is spared.
The Lord lost the war and perished.
The two emperors won the war and also met the end of destruction.
Extremely ridiculous.
Only after everyone was dead did some people wake up and say that this war should not have started at all, their enemies should not be each other, and their spearheads should not be pointing at each other.
But the dead can't wake up, can they?
His head was cut off, but he did not die completely. Today's Xingtian is not the original Xingtian. His body is no longer purely flesh and blood, but the unwilling will after the death of the ancient demon gods and the defeat of the Jiuli tribe.
The headless man is waiting on this ancient battlefield with his arms and legs waving. He will not fall, never.
Because if he falls down and dies, no living being will be able to guard this land, which also symbolizes that the demon gods of Jiuli have really disappeared from history and turned into a few insignificant dusts.
The shadow of the demon god unknowingly came to the top of the battlefield at this moment, and its huge body enveloped the bloody sky.
They wouldn't think so. If they knew Xing Tian's memory, they would even laugh about it.
Dying on the battlefield, dying in a fateful fight, is a perfect ending for the demon gods. There is no need to remember them, because their shadows have long been passed down to future generations with the fear of their enemies.
The trembling feeling on the ground brought Xing Tian's thoughts from the ancient times back to the present.
The distant mountain peaks were shaking, and red light visible to the naked eye spread from the top of the mountain, like a sea of blood-colored clouds blooming like flowers.
A familiar figure stood on the top of the mountain.
The thick golden armor, the ancient runes all over it were dyed red, the chilling murderous aura surged, and the blood light flickered out. At this moment, even the three pairs of eyes of the giant beast appeared scarlet and dark red arcs.
The corners of his eyes overflowed.
"winter--!"
There was a muffled sound.
The two arms on the right side of the Golden King held red copper Changge. The heavy blunt weapon at the bottom of the Changge hit the mountain peak, and the vibrations spread from this point as the center.
A sea of blood-colored clouds emerged, and the clouds that scattered and rushed in the sky were like the reappearance of ancient ferocious beasts.
He breathed, and a large amount of mist sprayed out from the tip of his nose.
His huge body was shrouded like fog.
"Finally..." Xing Tian murmured as he looked at the top of the mountain.
After tens of millions of years, when even he felt tired, someone picked up the red copper Changge. The headless giant slowly stood up, and he was walking in that direction. Under the reflection of the blood-colored sky, the figure of the mole could be seen in the sky.
Coinciding with the existence of an ancient and noble person, the boundless evil spirit permeates the sky and the earth, and with his breathing, all living beings rise and fall.
It's just that in the hands of an extremely noble being, there's more than just the red copper spear.
After realizing this, Xing Tian's enthusiastic and hazy eyes suddenly subsided.
"Not after all."
"No matter how similar they are, they are just similar," he said.
The mole moves.
Descending from the top of the mountain, walking on the red soil.
Every time I take a step, my feet will sink deeply into the soil. The pole is too heavy, and the weight corresponds to the rune. After a successful call, it needs both arms to hold it, and it is impossible to move it with just one arm.
Dull and loud noises hit the red earth one after another.
The living beings hiding in the corner looked in that direction, not daring to say any disrespectful words, and knelt down with their heads close to the ground. But the living beings were rejoicing, as if it was a great blessing to feel the vibration with their heads.
"Dong!" Mole stopped and smashed the red copper Changge to the ground with both arms.
Xing Tian silently looked at the lines on the long pole.
"Take one hundred and one hundred extremely ferocious beasts, dye them red, use one thousand and one thousand divine iron essences, cast them with sharp light..." He paused for a long time, "kill them with ten thousand and ten thousand.
The final result is the divine spirit."
"The world calls it... a bloody battle, a bloody battle."
He stared at this weapon that was feared by the world, and actually smiled, "The Lord didn't like the name, so he called it 'Red'."
"When there is no war, most of the time it is called 'Red'. But my subordinates reminded me that the war should have a vicious name to scare the enemy. Later, the name '隳八皇' came into being."
After Xing Tian finished speaking, he turned around and walked slowly on the red soil, with Mole following behind him.
"This is what this red earth can carry. If you get it, why don't you leave?"
"That's not why I'm here." He said in a deep voice.
"For the owner of the Five Elements Instrument?" Xing Tian laughed.
The headless giant waved his hand.
"Jiuzhou does not have the aura of the external supreme being that you said. If it is true as you said, then the external supreme being has taken over the body of the crown prince of the Nine Provinces and came here. I will know, but if it is not there, it is not there."
"It is impossible for me to go to the depths of the star sea to find someone. I have been dead for a long time. I can exist. You can only see me because of this battlefield. If the Supreme Being is in Kyushu, I can tear off her robe and drag her down.
The crown, but she is not here."
Seeing that the mole didn't say anything, Xingtian looked unhappy.
"Why, boy, do you think I can't defeat that thief? Hahaha, they are all remnants, just simple actions! This is Kyushu, this is the place where the demon gods died!"
"She didn't come?" Zhu frowned.
"Who knows?" Xing Tian spread his hands. "Okay, boy, it's time for you to go!"
"This red soil is not the former home of living creatures like you."
"Leave!" Xing Tian turned around, and the eyes on his chest shone brightly!
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"Winter——!" A muffled sound startled hundreds of thousands of birds in the mountains.
"Winter——!" With the second muffled sound, all the spirits raised their heads and looked around blankly.
"Winter——!" There was a third muffled sound, a sea of bloody clouds swept across, and a huge shadow crushed the thick clouds!
This king with endless majesty walked out of the red earth and stood among the mountains.
The runes on the bloody Changge stretch, restraining the murderous intent.
A dark hollow appeared behind Miao. He held up the ChangGe. Slowly, the bloody ChangGe became illusory. Finally, he let go, and the ChangGe in his hand also turned into nothingness.
What about Bingfeng?
Zhu cast his gaze towards the mountain peak where Bingfeng was originally located. The sky above the mountain peak was empty and no one could be seen.
But the next moment, his relaxed nerves suddenly became tense!
The bulges of muscles hidden under the heavy armor can unleash tremendous power in an instant!
A manic and cold wind surged from the mountains, knocking down the trees. This was not the wind that belonged to the Hundred Thousand Mountains! His spiritual consciousness spread and filled the surrounding space. He was the king of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. In this land
Above, just one thought can easily extend thousands of miles.
Heaven!
The mole looked up and saw a huge shadow.
That was...a red arm covered with red scales!
The figure in mysterious clothes sat in the giant claws, looking down at him, his gold-like eyes slightly narrowed.
Buzz——!
Behind the mole, a crack in Yufa appeared out of thin air, and a dark green shadow flew out.
It’s the Heaven-Containing Cauldron!
And that shadow is the Deer King on the Heavenly Cauldron!
The void trembled slightly, and another arm stretched out from it, holding the Heaven-Containing Cauldron in the palm of its hand.
The arm on the right side of the cricket subconsciously grasped the open hole beside him. The load-bearing device engraved on the bottom of the bloody Changge had appeared, and the ferocious beast entrenched on it had opened its ferocious mouth.
He has already grasped Jun Bahuang's pole.
The fighting spirit almost turned into reality in mid-air.
The next moment, the two figures disappeared from the spot and collided in the air! The blood-colored spears collided with a ray of sunlight. The roar of gold and iron shook the surrounding areas. The space above the mountains rippled, directly cutting off the peaks higher than the ripples.
, in an instant, the blood-colored sea of clouds surged, and the falling blood rain flew backwards!
Countless creatures were knocked to the ground by the movement in the depths, and the aura escaping from them made them feel afraid.
Even if they want to extend their consciousness to explore deeper, the tingling feeling from the depths of their souls warns them not to do so.
Only a few, those demon kings who have achieved the ultimate palace level, can raise their heads and be in the center of the demon king's blood cloud.
"This kind of fluctuation..."
"Holy King! It's the Holy King!"
"Who is it? Who is the Holy King fighting with?"
To the west, a black cloud was already rushing towards the depths of Shiwanda Mountain, and a snake-shaped shadow could be faintly seen in the black cloud.
To the east, there is the same scene, but it is a large river meandering in the sky, with creatures walking along the water.
And in the place where the creatures in Shiwanda Mountain are extremely worried, someone is laughing.
"Haha...hahaha!" It was the Holy King of Shiwandashan. This tall and dark man laughed wantonly and could not stop for a while.
"You...you! Hahahaha!" He glanced at the figure beside him.
Bingfeng was watching and listening on the other side.
In Mole's laughter, he probably laughed out all the tiredness, weakness, and the bitterness in his heart.
Kings do not shed tears, they do not believe in tears.
So the man is laughing, laughing at himself, laughing at the red dragon, and also laughing at the failed supreme being. This is how it should be, this is how the Holy King of the Hundred Thousand Mountains should be.
At the same time, in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, inscriptions were activated one after another. It was the people of the Holy King who knew about the return of the Holy King, and also knew that the Holy King was fighting at this moment!
They came with thousands of troops and horses.
And high up, the river rolled and black clouds surged.
They rushed here as quickly as possible and saw the scene in front of them.
In a clearing in the mountains, the Holy King was laughing, so much that one suspected that the man would stop laughing the next moment.
"That's..." All the spirits saw that there were two other figures here. One was the Great God Qi Xue that most living beings were familiar with, and the other was a young man in mysterious clothes. Some of the living beings who had arrived here could not tell them apart for a while.
reveal the other party’s identity.
Until someone in the crowd said: "The Lord of Taihang!"
The King of Taihang!
Everyone's eyes were suddenly lit up.
Perhaps in most areas of the Yan Kingdom, the King of Taihang is just in awe because of his power, but Shiwandashan is different. The creatures here have truly received the kindness of this king. They love and respect him equally!
Is that the legendary King of Taihang who is as majestic as a god and as ferocious as an evil ghost?
Some people couldn't help but look at it curiously, but they looked at it vertically and horizontally. In terms of majesty, not to mention the tall and burly Holy King, even the Great God Qixue on the other side was inferior. As for the ferociousness, it was even more difficult to see. The young man folded his hands in his wide sleeves
In his robe, he looked like an old-time scholar who had stepped out of a scroll.
At this time, the Holy King's laughter stopped, and his gaze swept across the surrounding fields. When his gaze fell, it was as if he was carrying the weight of a mountain.
All the spirits fell to the ground one after another and bowed.
"Holy King!" they shouted in unison.
"Not bad," said the cricket.
He rubbed his chin, "But it's not enough."
not enough?
What's not enough? The spirits were confused. But soon, they thought of the half-quarter ancient bell that the Li tribe had rang before, and that among the people who arrived here now, the atmosphere of the Li tribe was quite weak.
The mole raised his head and looked in a certain direction. That was the southeast, where the sea was.
The blood rain is still falling.
The bloody sea of clouds is still entrenched in the sky.
Li Xi'an raised his eyes slightly. He knew that this blood rain was not a disaster. On the contrary, it was some kind of protection, a bloody drizzle that came from the depths of the red earth and manifested in the present world. The time when the blood rain came had nothing to do with what the mole did in the red earth.
This phenomenon is the protection of the red earth for the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Asylum from a previous era.
Is it the same in Taihang Mountain? He thought.
Suddenly, Li Xi'an's thoughts went far away. When he came back to his senses, he shook his head and smiled. He hadn't gone back for a long time. Myolie Chu, who said at that time that she wanted to take good care of her family, had probably slandered him countless times in front of Buddha.
He dismissed everyone who came here.
The golden stone tablet buzzed, and soon, batch after batch of creatures returned to their original residences. This made Bingfeng feel that it was convenient.
Li Xi'an and Bingfeng watched from the corner as they explained one by one, looked at each one, and nodded, like old leaders.
"There isn't much time left." Li Xi'an said.
He looked at the sky, where the sea of bloody clouds looked like a giant beast baring its teeth and claws at him, but what he was looking at was not the scene in front of him, he was feeling the world where he was.
In fear.
Even if they don't know the reason, rivers and mountains instinctively feel that disaster is coming.