The sound of sobbing sounded quietly, making the endless volcanoes look even more ferocious.
Thick blood flowed freely, exuding a fishy and unpleasant smell.
As far as the eye can see, millions of human corpses are being discarded wantonly around the volcano.
Most of these creatures are in the Golden Immortal realm, and there are also a few Taiyi and Daluo.
They were killed here with cruel means, and their bodies seemed to be scattered like broken ice crystals. The atmosphere looked particularly miserable and cold.
The Everlasting Volcano, this world-famous place of inheritance for the Phoenix Clan, is always burning with dense flames, just like in ancient secrets.
The hot temperature spreads around, making the blood evaporate and solidify several times faster.
The colorful rays of light spread continuously and faintly across the sky, exuding a cold and chilling terror.
Kong Xuan was wearing a five-color glazed Taoist robe, standing at the peak of the Everlasting Volcano, staring at the surroundings with long eyes.
Those arrogant little ones were as cold as cicadas, huddled in the corner and shivering, not daring to make any sound.
These are the tribes that caused rebellions around them.
They believe that there is no strong person in the Phoenix Clan.
Therefore, he openly provoked and launched attacks several times.
But he didn't expect that this god of murder would come.
Kong Xuan's methods were extremely cruel, and all the voices that blocked him were instantly destroyed and turned into ashes.
The smell of blood continues to permeate the air, and even if it is shaken by wind and rain, it cannot be weakened by continuous baptism.
Seeing such a tragic scene, Kong Xuan frowned slightly.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood drift and fall.
This kind of bloody and ferocious scene filled his past memories.
In those sunny years, aura bloomed freely between heaven and earth like fireworks.
Kong Xuan and his younger brother, conceived and transformed in the warmth of spring, stretched their luxurious wings, and wanted to fly high towards the sky.
However, at the moment when it was about to soar into the sky, the smell of killing and blood drifted in along the east wind.
Endless scarlet flames, like ignited blood, suddenly filled the sky.
They are aliens.
It is an existence that is not recognized by the Phoenix Clan.
The Phoenix Clan, a large ethnic group that attaches great importance to bloodlines, will never tolerate bloodline mutations.
A being like Kong Xuan, who is born with the ability to activate the five-color divine light, completely contradicts the fire path that the Phoenix clan relies on for survival.
This situation must never happen.
Therefore, cleaning up is the inevitable result.
The smell of killing is like a continuous spring rain, quietly scattered between heaven and earth.
Those faces that looked very familiar, but they held fierce offensive methods in their palms.
The lights of swords and shadows surge like a vast ocean.
Kong Xuan took his younger brother and dashed against the current, hoping to find some peace and quiet in this painful battle.
Unfortunately, the killing continues.
In order to fulfill his mother's long-cherished wish to revitalize the clan, Kong Xuan never took action against the Feng clan.
In the process of resisting, Kong Xuan was bullied and insulted, as if he was not a noble phoenix bloodline, but a chicken and a dog running around in the world in embarrassment, and it was difficult to feel even a little warmth.
With the development of the times, the smoke of war gradually dispersed.
The initial glory of the Phoenix clan was exhausted like wind and sand, and was replaced by endless desolation and loneliness.
In this situation, other races that were bullied secretly took action against the Phoenix tribe.
Or suppress, or assassinate, or guard, in various ways.
They suppressed the race that once disturbed the situation and shocked the three worlds, and suppressed it in a corner to linger.
Looking at it, this endless volcano stretching for tens of thousands of miles seems to be the majestic and vast habitat of the Phoenix clan, but in fact it is just the last remaining dignity left.
The current leader of the Phoenix Clan is as stubborn as those old guys who led the tribe to destruction.
They have never made any specific plans for the vicissitudes of life in the future. They just sit here and sit on their laurels.
They think that if the volcano does not extinguish the entire prehistoric world.
This belief has led countless talented young talents of the Phoenix Clan to wait for death for tens of thousands of years, and the will and belief in their hearts have been exhausted.
Now, even Patriarch Jinfeng, his backer, has been killed by Lu Ya.
Kong Xuan knew very well that according to the current trend, it would not be long before this huge race would completely disappear and become a prehistoric history.
Therefore, when Kong Xuan received a call from the Phoenix Clan for players to support, he did not hesitate to lead his friends to support him.
He wiped out all the forces entrenched around him, killed all those malicious beings, and piled up a vast ocean of corpses and flesh to frighten the eager Xiao Xiao.
Unfortunately, Kong Xuan's efforts have never been recognized.
For those stubborn old guys of the Phoenix Clan, even if they work hard for the glory of the race, in the end they are still alien.
Kong Xuan's glory has nothing to do with the Phoenix clan. Even if this clan has declined, even if it has been abandoned by the wilderness, it still maintains that unimportant pride.
If you call it, it will come; if you wave it, it will go.
This kind of rejection and suppression made Kong Xuan particularly painful.
Even if he is a rebellious hero who dares to confront the saint, he cannot face this kind of pain and hostility that continues to pervade.
Kong Xuan stood in the depths of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, looking at the devastated scene in front of him, the pain in his heart continued to spread like a tide.
He still couldn't understand why he still couldn't get the recognition of the ethnic group despite having paid so much.
Until now, I have been like an outsider, silently watching the development and desolation of the race.
Kong Xuan sighed slightly, his eyes filled with loneliness and helplessness.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw a golden lotus floating towards him.
It's exactly the other branch.
Bie Zhi was wearing a warm plain white cassock, and her eyes were full of brilliant tenderness.
He silently walked through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, muttering words in his mouth, and a huge golden halo appeared behind him.
Every time the nimbus rotates, there is a continuous brilliance of merit that flickers quietly, like a silent spring rain that moistens things, purifying the surrounding death charm, so that the souls of those who have been tortured by war can take refuge, and make those who
Traumatized death, life released.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the palms of other branches, swaying flowers are turning. In the process of disillusionment, you can feel the fragrance and warmth coming to your face, just like in the brilliant spring.
, flowers all over the mountains and plains are blooming, making everything feel the vitality rushing towards them.
Bie Zhi came to Kong Xuan's side, his eyes were deep and full of wisdom, as if he could see through all falsehoods and disguises.
He stretched out his hand extremely gently and patted Kong Xuan's shoulder, his voice as gentle as jade.
"Returning in triumph is supposed to be a great joy, so why do you look so helpless after all the vicissitudes of life?"
Upon hearing Bie Zhi's inquiry, Kong Xuan shook his head rather bitterly.
Immediately, he revealed his bond with the Phoenix Clan.
After listening to Kong Xuan's explanation, Bie Zhi's expression was slightly surprised.
He frowned in disbelief and asked. "As far as I know, you are the direct bloodline of Fengzu, and you should be the leader of the Wuhu Volcano. Why are you now wandering in the outside world, helpless, even though your own bloodline has changed?"
Mutation, but it’s not like I can’t even recognize my ancestors and return to the clan. Besides, the leader who is in charge of the Phoenix Clan now is in the Daluo realm, how can he compare with a quasi-sage like you.”
well!
Faced with Bie Zhi's doubts, Kong Xuan sighed helplessly.
His eyes were full of loneliness, he shook his head slightly and looked into the distance.
The endless flaming clouds in the sky are entangled and rolling with each other, blooming with strange warmth.
In my ears, I seemed to hear my mother's instructions and instructions, as well as the disdain and ridicule of the Feng Clan seniors.
"Bie Zhi, Bie Zhi, not everyone is as tolerant as Manjusri. To those pampered old guys, I will always be an outlier in the ethnic group. No matter how much I pay, I am not qualified to recognize my ancestors."
After returning to the clan, the prejudices in my heart are like the top of an insurmountable mountain. I have worked hard but cannot reach it in my life."
"No, you are wrong." Bie Zhi waved his hand, directly interrupting Kong Xuan's melancholy.
He looked into Kong Xuan's eyes and said with firm eyes and plausibility.
"Kong Xuan, you are too cowardly. The hope and sustenance of feelings in your heart have made you live up to the heroic feeling that stirred up the storm in the first place. You have become trembling and submissive, like an antelope lingering on its last breath."
"In the vicissitudes of life, the Phoenix clan has lived up to its glory long ago. The remaining old guys are sitting on nothing, how can they lead the clan to glory? You now are the last hope. If you can't take action in time to change the situation in front of you, this huge family will be in trouble in the future.
The ethnic group will be completely turned into history."
"Since they don't agree, why should they be obedient? Why not follow the example of Huanglong Ancestor and kill all the opposing voices? Even if you kill seven or eight of the Phoenix Clan, you can take back this lost land. With your level
With talents and sentiments, cultivating fresh blood, and supporting direct blood vessels, isn’t it easy to do so?”
Facing Bie Zhi's constant temptation, Kong Xuan kept shaking his head, and the resistance in his eyes became more intense.
To him, these words of Bie Zhi were simply heinous.
Kong Xuan had been working hard for the Feng clan all his life, so how could he kill him just for the extravagant hope in his heart?
His mother's teachings continued to ring in his ears, making Kong Xuan's faith extremely firm.
However, Bie Zhi's advice continued, like a seed rooted in my heart. No matter how hard I tried to endure it, I couldn't stop it from taking root and sprouting.
At this time, Kong Xuan's heart seemed to have grown weeds and became increasingly chaotic.
He swallowed slightly and forgot the unrealistic thoughts.
"My mother's last words are for me to protect the Phoenix Clan and carry it forward. No matter what kind of insults and grievances I suffered during this period, they are just a small price for the prosperity of the race. Bie Zhi, don't try to persuade me, these are my
As a result of active choice, no matter what happens, you will be happy."
Seeing the other party's solemn appearance, Bie Zhi felt quite helpless.
He sighed slightly, and just as he was about to leave, he saw many Phoenix Clan disciples fluttering their wings from a distance.