Millions of black runes exploded into pieces, and endless black light shot out in all directions, partially blending into the brows of tens of thousands of black-clothed monks. Even more endless runes broke through the ancient battlefield and disappeared into this world.
On the Holy Land, the people of the Eighteen Cities of the Demon King gathered under the Tianyu Mountains. This place is close to the Endless Sea and adjacent to the Southern Territory. It is already a remote place in the Holy Territory. Endless black light manifests into the void and then radiates.
into the people.
At this time, regardless of the monks or mortals in the Eighteen Cities of the Demon Lord, their bodies are increasing, their own cultivation levels are constantly rising, and some with higher qualifications have reached three small realms in a row. Ordinary mortals are cultivating cultivation levels in their dantian, and instantly step into
The first level of Anding.
Inside the ancient battlefield.
The faces of the two tribes changed drastically. They didn't know what happened, and they didn't know what the million-mile black runes were. Who said those words that were like the power of heaven?
boom!
The situation changed and the vitality was disordered. Three Tianyuan monks appeared. They looked at the demon flag that reaches the sky, with horror in their eyes.
"Oh my god, the oath of heaven, the rules of heaven have actually responded?" A Tianyuan powerful voice was frightened, looking at Gu Qing's eyes with a look of fear.
"We have formed a clan of our own, and the oath of heaven has been manifested. If we don't kill this boy today, we will definitely become a big trouble in the future." Another Tianyuan monk spoke in a deep voice, with supreme divine light blooming in his eyes. Waves of light surged around his body, like smoke and mist, as if he was standing tall.
In another world.
The three Tianyuan Powers looked at each other, and they all saw the heavy look in their eyes.
Hundreds of ancient races were born in the early days of antiquity. They were born by inheriting the blood of wild beasts and adhering to the will of heaven and earth to dominate an era in ancient times. The human race has a long history and has existed in the world since the ancient mythological era. Its origin cannot be verified, and it only rose in this world.
But it still couldn't withstand the conquests of hundreds of ancient tribes.
This world has only begun for more than ten thousand years, and there are people who claim to be demons. Under the confirmation of the oath of heaven, they manifest the rules of heaven and recognize their ethnic status. This is equivalent to establishing a clan on the basis of heaven. As time goes by, this demon clan
People like this will surely rise in this world, and it is not impossible that they may replace the status of the hundreds of races and the human race.
Looking at Gu Qing in the void arena, the three Tianyuan Powers' eyes were gloomy, and they told the Holy Sons of the Hundred Clans that they would kill this person here today and never let him go.
After receiving the message transmitted by the three Tianyuan Powers, the faces of the Saints of the Hundred Clans froze. Although they did not understand what the vision was just now, a feeling of jealousy and resentment had already arisen in their hearts. When the importance of Gu Qing was mentioned again, there were even more people who were ready to take action.
, endless murderous intent emerged all over the body, firmly locking on Gu Qing's body.
There were more than a dozen powerful people from the human race with different faces. Although they didn't know what this vision represented, they vaguely knew that it was not a good thing. They looked at Gu Qing with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.
In this year, this son has gone rampant in the Holy Land, killing as many people as stars in the Holy Land of all major sects. In this feast of hundreds of tribes, it is a great opportunity to kill him. They will not let this son go.
Let Gu Qing leave again.
"Meet the Demon Lord!"
Tens of thousands of black-clothed monks knelt down on one knee to salute Gu Qing in the void arena, and everyone's face showed respect.
Gu Qing was already stunned. He looked at the sky-reaching battle flag, and then at these black-clothed monks. Vague memories appeared in his mind, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
Gu Qing didn't expect that he just couldn't stand the aliens running rampant in the Holy Land and slaughtering eighteen cities in order to sacrifice the Soul-Eating Banner. He didn't expect that the monks in this city actually announced that they would break away from the human race and make themselves the master.
Facing the loyalty of the monks from the Eighteen Cities of the Demon Lord, Gu Qing did not expect that when he looked at the firm eyes of tens of thousands of monks on the ground, a warm current grew in his heart. Under this starry sky, he was the enemy of the whole world, but there was still someone there.
It takes a lot of courage to be willing to stand by yourself.
Demonic light surged, lotuses grew in the void, and Gu Qing stepped onto the void and appeared in front of the monks from the Eighteen Cities of the Demon King.
"You should retreat. There are many dangers here. If anything goes wrong, both body and soul will be destroyed. Don't mention the demon clan. You are all human beings. Don't lie, otherwise you will be killed." Gu Qing said in a low voice.
.
Zhengzhengzheng--
The sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard endlessly, black clothes fluttered in the wind, and tens of thousands of black-clothed monks were seen, pointing their swords horizontally at the sky, shouting in unison: "I swear to fight for the Demon Lord, and we will die without regrets."
"Your Majesty, you are so kind to the people of our eighteen cities that you have given me a new life. My wife and children were tortured and killed by foreigners. Without Your Majesty, I am afraid that my useless body would also go with my wife and children."
A middle-aged monk looked solemn and bowed to Gu Qing.
"The Demon Clan has been established. I, the people of the Demon Clan, are by no means greedy for life and afraid of death. Please help me, Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, please grant me your permission!"
Like a mountain roaring and a tsunami roaring, like a huge wave hitting the sky, tens of thousands of monks shouted in unison.
These ten thousand sounds were like muffled thunder or sharp swords, piercing the sky and spreading all over the place.
Once upon a time, in Gu Qing's impression, the human race had always been a cowardly people who could just get by. But the tens of thousands of monks in front of him greatly shocked his soul. Feeling their rock-solid will, Gu Qing really couldn't explain it.
The words of rejection can only turn into a sigh in the end.
Gu Qing also understood a truth. The human race is not cowardly and incompetent. They just need the tempering of blood and fire to reveal their true side. Just like the people in these eighteen cities were tortured and killed by hundreds of tribes, they understand the fate of this great world.
They want to fight against the cruelty. They know that if they survive in the world, they will be regarded as ants by others. They want to truly stand in this world and become a mountain-like existence.
Nirvana from the fire and rebirth, the monks from the Eighteen Cities of the Demon Lord can well interpret the meaning of this sentence.
Looking at the firm eyes of tens of thousands of monks, Gu Qing's face bloomed with supreme expression. Since even they are not afraid of death, will he shrink back instead?
"Okay, since you are not afraid of death, I, Gu Qing, am not a hypocritical person. After the feast of hundreds of tribes, as long as Gu Qing survives, I will agree to your request."
Chi!
Transforming into a mysterious light, Gu Qing returned to the void arena. He closed his eyes slightly and did not speak. He did not know what he was thinking in his heart.
"Hmph, you're just pretending, what kind of demons are you? They're just a bunch of ants." Saintess Tianfeng said disdainfully, looking at Gu Qing with a look that was threatening.
Tsk!
Red light surged, the air exploded, and the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan stepped out, looking at the dozens of Holy Land Prodigies in front of him, he licked his lips, and a bloodthirsty taste bloomed in his eyes: "The Prodigy of the Human Race? It's just my blood.
It’s just food.”
boom!
The golden light is bright and domineering, Ye Yixiao shoots out, the Crazy Fighting Immortal Art is running violently, the golden light covers the sky and the earth, and the golden armor looks powerful, making people look like the golden god of war in the lower realm.
.
"The clown will take your life."
Ye Yixiao spoke disdainfully, and a pair of golden fists unleashed supreme power, turning into a ray of golden light and rushing towards the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan.
"Jie Jie Jie."
Blood mist filled the air, ghosts laughed in bursts, this world was gloomy and terrifying. The ghost clan's Holy Son was seen erratic, constantly avoiding Ye Yixiao's violent attacks, and his pair of pale white fingernails were bright red, which looked extremely weird.
"Where to escape."
Ye Yixiao roared furiously, and activated the Mad Fighting Immortal Art to its peak. The terrifying golden light formed in the sky, and the golden fist light shot out in all directions, showing his invincible power.
Facing Ye Yixiao's ferocious killing technique, the Ghost Son's face showed a mocking look. He did not fight back. He just kept wandering around in the void. Although he seemed to be in an extremely embarrassed state suppressed by Ye Yixiao, he could
There is a sense of leisure between those steps.
"Stop playing with the vampire, kill him." Among the hundreds of saints, Holy Son Tianpeng frowned and said.
"Jie Jie Jie."
The holy son of the ghost clan laughed loudly and said: "Brother Tianpeng has a destiny, and I must obey it."
The bloody light filled the sky, and the ghostly aura was overwhelming. The ten claws of the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan were bright red, as if they were about to ooze blood. A thick, fishy smell bloomed in the world, and then with the power of tearing apart space, he violently approached Ye Yixiao.
Catch him.
"Half step to becoming a god."
Ye Yixiao exclaimed in surprise. He retreated sharply, golden light covering his whole body, constantly avoiding the attacks of the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan.
"Boy, even with an intermediate level of cultivation, you dare to compete with this Holy Son. I will feed you by eating your flesh and blood today."
Chi chi chi--
The ghost claws split the sky, and blood filled the air. The body of the Holy Son of the Ghost Race was erratic, and he appeared in front of Ye Yixiao in an instant. The golden halo was shattered, and the weak body was revealed in the eyes of the Holy Son of the Ghost Race. His green pupils were bright, and he looked like an evil spirit.
Like a ghost, he violently rushed towards Ye Yixiao.
"No!"
Ye Yixiao roared sternly, with fear in his eyes. He did not expect that the Holy Son of the Hundred Clans would be so strong, which was completely beyond his knowledge.
"Boy, become my blood food."
The Holy Son of the Ghost Clan let out a ghostly laugh, his claws brought out ten streaks of blood, and struck Ye Yixiao's body with his violent claws.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, and Ye Yixiao was seen covered in blood, with hundreds of wounds all over his body bleeding continuously. Above his heavenly spirit, a pale claw pressed on it, and a ghastly grimace fell into Ye Yixiao's eyes.
"I, I'm defeated, Mo Mo wants to kill me." The body seemed to be torn apart, and the heavenly spirit seemed to be crushed by the opponent. Facing the ghost clan saint son who was half-stepped into a god, Ye Yixiao could not be as arrogant as before.
His face was pale and bloodless, and his body was trembling extremely.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Boy, when you enter the arena of life and death, how can life and death be up to you?"
The Holy Son of the Ghost Clan laughed wildly, his green pupils kept turning, and suddenly he opened his bloody mouth and suddenly bit Ye Yixiao's throat.
"ah."
A shrill and tragic howl sounded from Ye Yixiao's mouth, and the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan was seen biting off a piece of flesh and blood. The green pupils in his eyes turned blood red. As the sound of swallowing sounded, the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan actually treated Ye Yixiao as blood food, unscrupulously.
to devour.
"Zong, sect master, save me."
Ye Yixiao's throat spurted blood, he was extremely weak, and the pupils in his eyes continued to expand. It was obvious that he would die here soon.
"Jie Jie Jie."
"It is your honor to become the blood food of this Holy Son. No one can save you today."
"Stab it."
Like cloth torn, like flesh and blood separated, I saw the holy son of the ghost tribe twisting off Ye Yixiao's head and swallowing it in front of the powerful men of the two tribes and the young genius. The terrifying scene was so shocking that one could see it at a glance.
, as if a fierce ghost living in the world is enjoying his own gluttonous meal.