The prehistoric world is as vast as smoke. Even if a saint and a strong man can destroy thousands of worlds with a single thought, they cannot stop the long river of time from rolling forward.
Under the prehistoric netherworld, the other side of the world seal, the extraterritorial chaos, is the dividing line between the prehistoric world and the netherworld. Countless violent chaotic energies are raging in it, and from time to time, huge vortexes of chaos are rolled up to destroy everything. Suddenly in the distance,
In the chaotic space that had just been overwhelmed by the chaotic vortex, a black light rushed out from the chaotic void. The next moment, a ragged, blood-robed Taoist with anxious eyes walked out of the black light in embarrassment.
"Heishan Ghost Emperor! Just wait! Today's revenge will be avenged tomorrow!" Heihe shouted with ferocious eyes.
Heihe was originally an ordinary Da Luo Ghost King in the Black Mountain Ghost World. Due to his limited qualifications, he had been trapped in the early Da Luo for millions of years. He had never made any progress, but by chance, he got a trace of the original aura of the Underworld Saint.
The Underworld Saint is so powerful. In the prehistoric world, he is equivalent to the existence of the Hunyuan Saint. Even a tiny trace of the saint's origin cannot be easily refined by Heihe, a small Daluo ghost king. It takes hundreds of thousands of years.
Heihe had just refined and swallowed less than half of the Underworld Saint's origin, but it was enough to directly push Heihe from the early stage of Daluo to the peak of Daluo. As long as Heihe successfully refined and swallowed the remaining Underworld Saint's origin, he would be able to completely transform and transform in one fell swoop.
He broke through his own shackles and achieved the realm of the Ghost King, but he didn't expect that just when Heihe had just broken through the peak realm of Daluo and was about to charge towards the Quasi-Saint Ghost King, that trace of the original aura of the Underworld Saint leaked out, directly attracting the attention of the Black Mountain Ghost King.
Attention.
The origin of the Underworld Saint is a fatal temptation for the powerful Ghost Emperor. If you have the opportunity to understand the true meaning of Hunyuan, it may even be possible to break through the realm of the Hunyuan Underworld Saint in the future! Taking advantage of the retreat in Heihe, take action directly, not only to snatch
The only source of the Underworld that was left in Heihe's hands was still to be completely devoured. Fortunately, Heihe had already comprehended a life-saving magical power from the traces of the Source of the Underworld, and just escaped from the Black Mountain Ghost Emperor, but he was seriously injured as a result.
, the peak state of Da Luo fell directly to the late stage of Da Luo.
"When I succeed in breaking through to the Ghost King realm, I will fight you to the death!" Heihe said fiercely.
"Huh? Where is this?" Because there is only a trace of the origin of the Underworld, the magical power of space travel that Heihe has understood is incomplete, and the location of the travel is unknown. Heihe does not know where he appears at this time.<
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"No! How come there is an exotic atmosphere here?"
The Netherworld Ghost Clan directly occupies the land of extraterritorial Chaos, so there is another world on the other side of the Chaos Seal. It has been spread throughout the Netherland Foreign Land. For endless years, countless Netherworld experts have entered the depths of Chaos in an attempt to find it.
The passage of the seal of the prehistoric world entered the prehistoric world, but without exception, these strong men who entered the world seal never appeared in the foreign land of the netherworld again. Over time, the world seal in the depths of chaos became a forbidden land for netherworld creatures, but since decades
Thousands of years ago, after creatures from the prehistoric times crossed the world seal and entered the Netherworld, the Netherworld Saints of the entire Netherworld jointly announced that any creature that could find the entrance to cross the world seal could enter the gates of the saints and be protected by the saints. For an unknown amount of time,
The powerful Netherworld men entered the chaos to search, but these people either returned in vain or were lost in the world.
"Could it be! This is the legendary world seal?" Heihe's face kept changing, and his eyes that were originally full of hatred were now full of uneasiness. You must know that the word "forbidden land" was obtained with the blood of countless ghostly creatures.
"No! It is said that the forbidden area is filled with blood evil energy. As long as a living being enters it, it will be melted by the blood evil and become a part of it. If this is a seal, I should have been refined by the blood evil energy." Heihe.
He frowned and thought, suddenly, his heart beat suddenly, getting stronger and stronger, and his pale face turned flushed with excitement.
"Is this the entrance to the seal across the world?!" If this is the entrance to the seal, it means that Heihe can become a disciple of any underworld saint. What an honor and opportunity it is!
"Haha! God bless me Heihe! Heishan! Just wait for me! When I become a disciple of the Underworld, I will definitely calculate today's cause and effect with you!" Heihe laughed, then a look of hatred flashed in his eyes, and a black light flashed across.
, an arm flew out and landed heavily on the ground. It was chaotic and ethereal without a trace. In order to mark the location of the passage, Heihe directly left one of his arms behind, so that he could sense the passage of the world through his blood.
Breath.
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Two flowers bloom, each representing one of them. After Nuwa created humans and became a saint, she moved the human race to the coast of the East China Sea. Thousands of years have passed, and the coast of the East China Sea has become the ancestral land of the human race. Although the human race
Generally speaking, the cultivation level is not high, but with the reputation of the two saints Nuwa and Taiqing Laozi, no matter how weak the human race is, no prehistoric ethnic group dares to hunt the human race wantonly. It is precisely because of this that the human race at this time has already changed from the original one yuan.
The number of people has multiplied to hundreds of billions, and the number of people in the tribe is comparable to that of the demon tribe.
However, as Emperor Jun's order was issued, the formerly peaceful coast of the East China Sea was already a river of blood. All kinds of begging for mercy and screams could be heard endlessly. The sea breeze blew by, rolling up endless blood.
In a human tribe, broken human corpses were scattered everywhere, and monster beasts were biting the corpses on the ground crazily. Human curses and screams echoed everywhere in the tribe, as if they were in the human world.
Like hell.
"Monster! The Holy Mother of our clan will not let you wait!" The clan members were slaughtered one by one, and an old man cursed with grief and indignation on his face.
"Haha! The human race is just food and blood created by His Majesty the Emperor Wa for our demon race!" A leopard-headed demon general instantly appeared in front of the old man, grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up, laughing cruelly. Then he opened his mouth.
He bit off the old man's head with his bloody mouth, and blood spurted out instantly.
"Ah! Tribe! Leopard demon! We will fight with you!"
The killing of the clan leader instantly aroused the anger of the human race, and they rushed towards the leopard demon regardless of life and death.
"Jie Jie Jie!" Wiping the blood from the hair on his face with one hand, the leopard demon looked at the rushing humans with a ferocious face, his eyes were scarlet. It looked particularly ferocious.
"Children! Kill for me! Kill all these human blood-eaters!" The leopard demon said softly, pointing the long knife in his hand. In an instant, hundreds of giant leopard demon beasts jumped out from behind and killed the crowd. Countless human beings wailed for a while.
Ring again.
Gradually, as the sun sets in the west, the screams that originally came one after another also gradually disappear. The large tribe of hundreds of thousands of people is now washing the ground with blood, like purgatory.