hey demon

The netherworld, the bloody wind and the rain of blood are raging.

"Brother, what should we do next?"

Looking at Hei Wuchang who was deep in thought and hadn't spoken for a long time, Bai Wuchang asked again.

Hearing this, Hei Wuchang retracted his gaze.

"Most of the things here were taken away by the true immortals of the human race, but there are still some remnants after all. Let's go search and take away all that can be taken away, and then find a place to clean up and restore our cultivation as soon as possible. By the way, let's take a look. Where is the wind blowing?"

"If the wind direction remains the same and that black tiger can really accomplish something, then we will go to Longhushan for refuge. With the abilities of our two brothers, we can get the attention of Longhushan."

With a low voice, Hei Wuchang expressed his plan.

Hearing this, Bai Wuchang was a little confused.

"Brother, since we want to take refuge in Longhu Mountain, why did we run away just now, and Yan Luo fell, we finally gained freedom, why should we send ourselves under the fence, I think it's good for you to be Yan Luo yourself, so I It’s Yan Luo’s younger brother Little Yan Luo.”

Inner confusion, Bai Wuchang retorted instinctively.

Hearing this, Hei Wuchang glanced at Bai Wuchang.

"If we don't escape, we will become prisoners of Longhu Mountain. Life and death are in the hands of others, so what kind of treatment is there? Is this the same as taking the initiative to seek refuge after we recover our strength?"

"As for Yan Luo, the first Yan Luo died, and the second Yan Luo died. Don't you think your elder brother will be the third? Our black and white impermanence came into being, and naturally we have entanglements with Yan Luo. No matter who becomes Yan Luo They will not deliberately target us, or even need our assistance, under such circumstances, we only need to obey orders, why bother to do those things that go against the sky?"

As he spoke, Hei Wuchang's face was full of hatred that iron could not be made into steel.

Hearing this, Bai Wuchang suddenly realized.

"Brother, you are so smart."

The words were full of sincerity, Bai Wuchang praised from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing this, he hummed, Hei Wuchang turned and left, and Bai Wuchang hurriedly followed, the figures of the two were hidden by the wind and rain.

And with Yingyi and the hundreds of innate ghosts and gods that came into being at the right time all fell, the yin and yang will fluctuate, and some subtle changes began to occur.

The Taixuan Realm, one of the Eight Desolations, is one of the eight desolations. The mist persists forever, and separates each large or small delusion. In one unknown delusion, surrounded by mountains, although it is full of greenery, there is a kind of The inexplicable coldness permeates here, like snakes and insects hiding in the mountains.

These peaks have different shapes, some are sitting, some are lying, some are majestic, some are beautiful, some are human-like, some are beast-like, some are like grass and trees, and there are various postures that make people dizzying.

"I'm going to die. Since then, the blood of my witch clan has really been cut off."

Between the mountains, a soft sigh came out, which spread far and far away, echoed among the mountains, and lingered for a long time, only to see a figure standing out of thin air, overlooking the mountains.

His figure was humanoid, his waist was bent, his eyes were cloudy, his whole body seemed to be made of clay, and there was a rotten atmosphere. He was about to die, and half of his body had already been buried in the soil. He was not a human race, but a witch in the alien race.

"My family has access to the world, is close to nature, and has never competed with the world. Why did it end up like this?"

After reading through thousands of mountains and looking at the corpses left by the clansmen, grief welled up in his heart, and muddy tears flowed from the eyes of the old witch.

"Old patriarch, I have failed your hope after all. The blood of the witch clan will die on its own. How can the sky be inferior to me!"

Unwilling in his heart, he questioned the sky, and the vitality in the old witch's body was quietly cut off.

The dead air spread, and his body turned into a mountain. After death, the old witch followed the tradition, returned to heaven and earth, buried himself, and became a new mountain in the lost world, but unlike other vibrant mountains, this mountain is gray and white. , lingering with death, not a single blade of grass grows.

It was at this time that the invisible good fortune fell, and a terrifying wave of death energy erupted from this mountain peak, sweeping across the surrounding area, engulfing one mountain peak after another. die.

The resentment accumulated by the Wuren clan for several epochs boiled completely at this moment. The mountains shifted, and they actively approached the mountain of death and blended in, making the mountain of death even more majestic, as if to compete with the sky .

At a certain moment, the heaven and the earth interacted, and the Big Dipper shone, and this mountain had its own name.

At the same time, the starlight fell, and a ghost began to conceive in the depths of Beimang Mountain. It was born with the resentment of the witch clan, blessed by destiny, and born extraordinary.

At this moment, apart from Beimang Mountain, there are many places in the Taixuan Realm that have visions, most of which are related to ghosts. The fall of the innate ghosts and gods has caused the favor of the Yin Mingtian to shift to the acquired ghosts, and many acquired ghosts are therefore Good fortune has been obtained, and the most astonishing change is hidden in the ruins of one of the ten places.

Return to the Ruins, the place where everything perishes, countless blessed lands, caves, and even fairy heavens will fall into this place after going to the end, and will eventually be consumed by the Return to the Ruins. This is the symbol of the end and destruction.

With the fluctuation of God's will, waves began to appear in the depths of Guixu, and the wreckage of those blessed lands, caves, and immortals that had not been completely wiped out began to gather together, and finally pieced together a complete six-dimensional embryonic form of immortality, which was full of decay and decay. They should have been the dead days, but now they reappeared in another way.

And with the emergence of the immortal rudiment of Liufang, settled in the depths of Guixu, some remnant thoughts that have never been dissipated, like sharks smelling blood, began to chase instinctively.

Before the birth of Yin Mingtian, Guixu assumed part of the samsara responsibility of the Taixuan Realm, killing all spirits and bringing them to their true end. It is not easy to fall into this place and maintain a little bit of immortality.

And now they want to take advantage of the opportunity conceived by the old heavens in the six directions to break free from the ruins and return to the ruins. At the same time, in the deepest part of the ruins, a figure sitting cross-legged was also awakened by such a change. False and real.

"Have the Heavens of the Six Ancients been born? They shouldn't be, they should be conceived after the second heavenly change, and it's a bit early now."

His eyes were dark, without a trace of light, and the figure sitting cross-legged opened his eyes.

"It turned out that someone killed the innate ghosts and gods, which caused the yin and yang to deviate. The general trend is like a torrent. Even if there is a small wave, it will not change the root cause. The destruction of a wave will only give birth to a new wave."

A pitch-black long gun buzzed beside him, breaking through numerous obstacles, and peeking at the secret, the figure sitting cross-legged understood something.

"It's also good, the old heaven has already been conceived, so the birth of the six ancient ghosts is not far away, which is also a good thing for me."

"Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, after a long time, this incomplete world is not only about to return to perfection, but also gave birth to a different kind of vitality, and even gave birth to another way of detachment, although it is still incomplete. Yes, but after all, I saw a glimmer of hope, the long years of waiting were not in vain after all.”

The spear hummed, the destructive air spread freely, and the darkness receded. At this moment, the appearance of this figure was truly manifested. Its figure was human-like, and its face was blurred, like a distorted shadow.

"A seed sown casually at the beginning has produced rich fruits. This has saved me a lot of effort. It seems that my sacrifice to the God of Fortune was still effective."

No longer paying attention to the changes above, the shadow lowered its eyes, and there was an extinguished sun under it. Its figure was tall and tall, pressing across the void, exuding an immortal breath. It was the wreckage left after the fall of the demon ancestor .