First emperor of the human race

Chapter 407 The light curtain shattered, and the war broke out
In the vast wilderness, the aura is constantly gathering like a whale, and countless spirit beasts and monsters crawl on the ground in a posture of submission.

And all the people in the great wilderness also discovered this abnormal phenomenon, but no one could explain why.

Priest Bimon and Jamieba looked at Su Chen in the distant sky in shock, only to see that Su Chen was shining with golden light at this time, and the whole person seemed to be made of gold.

"Golden Sacred Physique, the strongest sanctified body since ancient times, I never thought I could see it."

Priest Beamon looked at Su Chen blankly. If someone who didn't know him saw his current performance, he would definitely think that Priest Beamon was just a demented old man.

"Sanctified, and even the way of heaven is not able to bring down the catastrophe. How strong is the emperor to be so strong? If I remember correctly, there is the emperor's mark in the catastrophe."

"That is the Dao imprint carved by the heaven and the earth in the same realm as the Great Emperor and the True Emperor. Since ancient times, there have also been Tianjiao who were too tyrannical and induced the Heavenly Dao to bring down the Emperor's Heavenly Tribulation."

"But now that the emperor is sanctified, the way of heaven has not even brought down the catastrophe. This is the emperor..."

Jamieba was speechless. Although Bahuang had been suppressed by the Dao of Heaven for a long time, the inheritance among the various great clans was still complete, and he still knew a thing or two about the image of sanctification and the catastrophe of sanctification.

There is a saying in the inheritance that those who want to become a saint must go through at least seven or 49 calamities, and those with outstanding talents will have seven or eight 56 ​​calamities, and then there will be 72 or even 81 calamities.

The Nine Nine 81 Calamity is also known as the Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity, which has the power to destroy all things, and is almost the most terrifying one among the known Heavenly Tribulations.

However, there is another kind of catastrophe that is not a catastrophe. The reason for saying this is that it is not descended by the way of heaven, but that the way of heaven recorded the emperors and emperors who were like them when they crossed the catastrophe and practiced enlightenment. Dao Tianhen.

In other words, they are equivalent to the emperor himself, and who is not an invincible existence in the same realm?Who didn't crush all the way to the pinnacle of the universe?

When Tiandao recorded them, it was the strongest moment of the supreme being in the same realm. Facing such an existence, who would dare to say that he could win in the same realm?
From Jamieba's point of view, Su Chen is strong, he naturally doesn't pay attention to the four or nine days of calamity, and even the nine or nine days of calamity can be easily passed by him.

But what about Huang Dao Tian Hen?Who in the same realm can fight against the Great Emperor?

Waiting left and right, Jamieba still did not see the demeanor of the emperor and the emperor. Although the sky was still cloudy, it was already an ordinary rain cloud.

Su Chen achieved the Holy Realm, but the Dao of Heaven has never sent down a catastrophe...

"This……"

Jamieba opened his mouth, not knowing what to say to express his inner emotions.Naturally, he didn't dare to say that it's a pity that the Heavenly Tribulation didn't come down, but he couldn't figure it out. He didn't understand why the Heavenly Dao didn't bring down the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Don't look, the catastrophe will not come down. When the emperor advanced to the real fairyland, he once led down the supreme emperor's sky mark."

"But in the same situation, facing the ancient emperor and the ancient emperor, the emperor still won the battle. Now that the emperor has become a saint, I don't know in the future, but I am afraid that today's Dao will not dare to surrender."

Speaking of this, Priest Beamon added a sentence: "Even a fool can see that the emperor is in an extremely bad mood right now, and it's not boring to trouble him at this time, right?"

Tiandao dare not trouble the emperor?
It's a joke!

Jamieba was bewildered and speechless. He always felt that his understanding of the path of cultivation was too superficial.

Without the interference of the Heavenly Tribulation, Su Chen became the supreme power of the holy realm logically.

Watching the golden light on his body gradually disappear, Priest Beamon and Jamieba looked at each other, and then they both flew to Su Chen and knelt down respectfully to congratulate him.

"Congratulations to Dijun! Congratulations to Dijun! Dijun is already the strongest existence on the Bahuang Continent, and also the youngest saint since the Bahuang Continent. The Bahuang will inevitably be unified, and all races will inevitably submit to the Dijun."

The two said very respectfully.

"It's nothing more than a holy place, so what if they become emperors, they still won't survive after all."

Su Chen was not happy because he became a saint. On the contrary, now that he has become a saint, feeling the powerful power in his body like an endless starry sky, Su Chen felt more and more guilty.

Because becoming a saint today is to see those tens of thousands of people of the human race being burned to death by the red lotus fire as a trigger and aura. If it weren't for such a stimulus, it would take time for Su Chen to complete the epiphany of becoming a saint.

Priest Bimon and Jamieba didn't understand what Su Chen said, but just when the two wanted to speak, Su Chen said: "Order the camp to wait here, you two and I will go to the gathering of thousands of peoples in the wild place."

"Here!"

……

The spirit stone condensed with intertwined blood streaks exudes a strong resentment, and seeing this thing, the commander of Tianhuang's army, Guang Tong, was extremely shocked. As the commander of Tianhuang's army, he naturally understood how this thing came from, What's the use.

"Aren't you guys crazy? Do you know what will happen if you do this?"

Grand Commander Guangtong looked ahead and said with an extremely shocked expression.

"Hahaha."

"What are the consequences?"

"Are you entangled in karma? Do you think that we who were born in the Demon Desolation and the Demon Desolation would be afraid of mere karma?"

The red-armored holy devil laughed, and said with a slightly disdainful expression.

"Crazy, you are really devils, and you actually refine this kind of heaven-defying thing with the resentment of tens of thousands of people. Are you really not afraid that the living will come to you for revenge?"

Guang Tong was very angry, what the Demon Desolate man had done had touched his bottom line, he didn't know which race of people refined this blood pattern spar.

But he knew very well that with such strong resentment, the people of Mohuang must have killed many people.

"Hehe, instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourself. With it, the barrier between boundaries will be useless."

As soon as the red-armored saint demon finished speaking, he raised the blood-pattern spar with his right hand, and then pinched the mysterious handprint with his left hand. In an instant, the whole sky was filled with gloomy winds, and the sound of wailing was heard from time to time in the wind.

It was as if each living person was enduring endless pain. In this wind, Guangtong felt endless resentment.

"drink!"

"break!"

He only heard the red-armored holy demon shout angrily, and in an instant, the blood-striped spar in his hand suddenly exploded.

The bright red blood-like fragments kept hitting the light curtain, and in an instant, ripples appeared on the originally extremely hard light curtain.

As the ripples continued to spread, the huge and magical light curtain shattered in an instant...

"Leave none, kill!"

With the shattering of the light curtain, a great battle broke out in an instant, and countless soldiers of the Demon Desert swarmed out. Apart from madness and bloodthirsty, there was no other expression on their faces.

Countless gold armors and countless black armors were intertwined together, fused like a torrent of steel, spiritual power was flying, the clang of weapons colliding never stopped, and the smell of blood accumulated to an extremely terrifying level in an instant.

Guang Tong's expression was serious, and a big sword was in his hand, so he was ready for battle.

On the opposite side of him, the red-armored holy demon walked towards him slowly with his hands behind his back. Although his face was covered by a visor, his pupils could feel the deep disdain.

(End of this chapter)