Luo's hair was broken and shattered one by one in the wind of the fist, and the flesh on his face was almost deformed, with dozens of bloody holes.
His eyes widened, filled with blood, and gradually turned into darkness.
But in the end, Wang Shuo's fist still did not fall.
Luo swallowed, his heart beating violently. After walking through the gate of hell, his back was almost wet with cold sweat.
And at that moment, he seemed to have seen the scene when Pangu created the world, killing three thousand gods and demons with one axe.
Throughout history, he had only seen that kind of self-confidence in Pangu and Wang Shuo.
There is no other person with such courage.
Even if it exists, it only has its form but not its spirit.
"The Great Mo of Destruction is here to stay, you can get out." Wang Shuo looked at Luo, who was already dumbfounded, and stopped looking at him. Instead, he turned around and rushed towards the mountain behind Luo. With one hand, he grabbed the
The world-destroying Great Mill deep in the mountains was wrapped up and dragged out with laws.
Then he turned around and flew towards Fengshan.
After Wang Shuo disappeared for a long time, Luo came back to his senses. He looked at the messy Fengshan territory, and then looked at the position of the Demon God. He, his 'friend' whom he had known since Chaos, had slipped away without knowing when.
Gone.
This couldn't help but make Luo feel a cold feeling in his heart, but he didn't say anything and turned around and headed towards the west.
After getting the evil spirit, essence and blood, he only needed to go back and refine them. He joined forces with the demon god to control the ancient world, and then broke the alliance of heaven and earth to prove the way through killing. The day of enlightenment was the day when Wang Shuo died.
It's just a pity that the world will be destroyed...
Luo sighed, took a deep look at Fengshan, touched most of his hair that was cut off, and his face that was torn apart by the fist wind, and finally turned around and flew towards the west.
Shi Qilin, who had been trapped in the Chaos Clock, was terrified when he witnessed this battle with his own eyes.
Before he could speak, the big clock made a muffled sound.
The torrent of time and space quietly appeared in the big clock. In this torrent, Shi Qilin quickly retreated for hundreds, thousands, ten thousand years...
In that long river, Shi Qilin's body gradually became smaller from the huge size at the beginning, and his magic power also retreated. His cultivation quickly fell to that of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and finally fell to that of Golden Immortal.
Almost without any response, the second bell also rang.
Boom~
After the bell rang, Shi Qilin in the big bell was only half of its previous size, and his mind was already a little unclear.
There was a little daze on his face, and he looked at the torrent around him, as if he was remembering something, but he couldn't remember anything.
He felt as if he had lost something very important and forgotten something very important...
Boom~
The third tone.
When the bell rang, Shi Qilin's body had turned into a young Qilin, with his big eyes open and looking at the surrounding torrent, like a newborn child, with many of the previous emotions gone from his eyes.
Some are just full of curiosity.
After Qilin turned into a young Qilin, Wang Shuo stretched out his hand and recalled all the Chaos Bell and the Four Swords of Zhuxian. The two magic weapons turned into flowing light, fell into his hands, and disappeared in the brilliance.
On the ground, a small unicorn landed in front of him.
He only reached Wang Shuo's knees, raised his head, looked at Wang Shuo, tilted his head, and lost all memory in the long river of time.
There is no difference between the current Qilin and the newborn Qilin.
If I insist on saying that there is, it is the bloodline of Shi Qilin, which should be the purest, most profound, and the best qualified among all Qilin.
"I didn't expect that Shi Qilin was quite normal when he was a child." Wang Shuo touched his nose, looked at the little Qilin in front of him, and grabbed the flesh on the back of his neck.
Little Qilin struggled wildly, grinning hoarsely, feeling very unhappy with this feeling.
It seems that it feels that it is a very noble creature, and being held like this is an insult to its majesty.
On Fengshan Mountain, in the palace.
Everyone was healing their wounds, but Wang Shuo did not interrupt. Instead, he grabbed the young Shi Qilin and came to the foot of the sycamore tree. He threw Shi Qilin under the tree and ignored it.
The little phoenix on the tree saw the Qilin below and was curious about how this strange creature got here.
Isn’t there only Phoenix here?
So a group of little phoenixes flew down and landed next to Shi Qilin. Shi Qilin raised his neck very proudly and displayed his immature cultivation. In the early stage of immortality...
It is showing its majesty.
The other little phoenixes blinked and hit Shi Qilin on the forehead with one claw. Shi Qilin stumbled and immediately jumped up, trying to fight back fiercely.
As a result, he rushed over and was knocked to the ground by another claw.
After repeating this process several times, Shi Qilin finally understood that he definitely couldn't defeat him, so he immediately became honest and followed these little phoenixes in a flattering manner.
Who would have thought that Shi Qilin, who used to be majestic and strong-willed in the past, would fall to the point of being bullied by the new Phoenix? If other races, the Dragon Clan, knew about it, they would probably feel like a rabbit dying and a fox dying, right?
However, the Qilin Clan and the Dragon Clan are suffering heavy casualties at the moment, and the luck of the two clans has completely dissipated in this battle. From now on, if they want to compete in the great wilderness, it will not be their turn.
After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, a young girl walked out of the palace.
He looked as if he was fourteen or fifteen years old. He had long shawl hair that reached down to his waist. He was wearing a long blue skirt. He walked to Wang Shuo with his head lowered and knelt down with a thud.
"teacher……"
Listening to the clear voice and the delicate face carved with pink and jade, Wang Shuo nodded and recognized the girl in front of him. She was the disciple he had accepted on the island where Sanqing Qianxiu cultivated.
"Teacher...I'm sorry, I..." Long Lin'er opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wang Shuo: "Needless to say, you need to talk about the dragon clan. You will take the remaining dragon clan to the four seas. From now on, you are not allowed to
If you take another step outside the four seas, the dragon clan's range of activities will be limited to the four seas."
"Okay, okay, teacher." Long Lin'er finally nodded, then raised his head, glanced at Wang Shuo, bit his red lips, entered the palace, gathered the few remaining members of the Dragon Clan, and headed towards the four seas.
The huge dragon clan came with great momentum and countless masters.
When leaving...
There are only a few sick and disabled people left, not one out of ten survives, and those who survive have also been severely damaged. They will not be able to recover for thousands of years, and they are afraid that they will never be able to regain their former prosperity.
The Qilin tribe is even worse. In this catastrophe, all of them died, with only a small number left wandering around and lingering.
Wang Shuo was sitting in the mountain, looking at the dragon clan leaving. He took out the wine jar and jug, poured himself a glass of wine as usual, took a sip, and exhaled.