Rebirth of Pangu: Killing systems at the beginning

Chapter 122, Kunpeng's Conspiracy, The Dead Make Swords ([-] in [-])

"You mean we are safe?" Kunpeng calmed down and asked.

"No, no, this is just the guesswork of this system. It is necessary to be cautious. We can't guess the character of that person, but judging from his actions, the only thing he cares about is his apprentice and the human race!
As long as you don't provoke him, he shouldn't touch you! "

"Oh! Having said so much, isn't it still the sword of Damocles hanging over my head?
I have to worry about it every day, I don't know when this sword will cut my neck! "Kunpeng said angrily.

"Shao Te, you are blah, this system is exhausting, you still look like you are greedy for life and afraid of death, you are afraid of shit, people are dying, and if you don't reach the highest avenue, who can pat your chest and say that you are immortal Immortal?
How can there be the best of both worlds?If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, then leave the prehistoric world and escape into the chaos. No matter how long his hand is, he will never be able to reach other chaotic worlds!

Indecisive people can't go very far! Seeing Kunpeng's expression of greed for life and fear of death, the system immediately shouted.

"Okay! If that's the case, then continue as planned!" Kunpeng let go of the fear in his heart.made up his mind.

"Now your enemy is the Taoist forces headed by Hongjun!

For that person, you don't have to worry, the peerless powerhouse must have an extreme character!

Or be upright and awe-inspiring, with a heart like a valley;

Or insidious and cunning, vicious and vicious, using everything to the extreme;

Or if you kill decisively, you will be rewarded, and you will get rid of the roots if you cut the weeds.

and many more.

Regardless of good or evil, these are the characters of the person who has achieved great things, and the character of that person, from the current point of view, is not evil! "

After the system analyzed it, it wanted Kunpeng to dispel his worries and restore his fighting spirit.

"Okay! I understand!" Kunpeng rubbed between his brows, trying to calm himself down.

Everyone has their own personality flaws, and Kunpeng's personality flaws are impatience, indecision when encountering major issues, and comparison of mediocrity.

And Hongyun's character is not to fight, he only wants to be conservative and not aggressive, slow-tempered, and often can't turn his head around.

Pan Gu also has personality flaws, that is, he does not have a long-term vision and is not cruel enough.

They were ordinary people before time travelling, but after time travelling, they only inherited the strength of their predecessors, and their personalities have not changed.

In those other novels, the protagonist quickly adjusts his mentality and turns into a perfect protagonist as soon as he travels through time, that is pure nonsense!

The country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. It can only be adjusted slowly, or it will generally change after experiencing major events or major blows.

Otherwise, wouldn't they all be perfect talents in reality?The kind that speaks nicely.

"Oh! I have a chance to win. I was foolish enough to think that I had a chance to win. I was so stupid. How can I have a chance to win? Some people can only move forward. Those extremely intelligent wise men in the previous life, such as Zhuge Liang, were also cautious. , I'm afraid that if you take one wrong step, you will be lost forever..."

Kunpeng felt that he was too impatient in the past, and always wanted to complete his work in one battle.

"System, let's add up, how to deal with these tens of billions of witches?"

Returning to the topic, Kunpeng remembered what he had to discuss before.

The original high-level members of the Heavenly Court were swept away by the Sanqing, which not only caused a gap in the high-end combat power of the Heavenly Court, but also made Kunpeng lose a single counselor who could speak, and had to discuss countermeasures with his own system.

Fortunately, this system is not a cold guy, otherwise Kunpeng would have no one to discuss with.

"There are tens of billions of witches, and there are even more Chi You training soldiers, and the heavenly secrets have changed. The Nine Heavens Xuanbing Records that should have belonged to Xuanyuan were obtained by Chi You, and now they have been completely mastered by Chi You. Once the training of tens of billions of witches is completed, even the hundreds of billions of heavenly troops will be unable to do so." Match!" The system analyzed:

"So this system feels that it needs to start with the Slayer Sword!"

"What? Slaughtering witch sword? You are dying! The human race can't move anymore! It's okay to kill the soldiers of the race on the battlefield, but if we massacre the civilians of the race, there will be no place to die!" Next, he still wanted to play the idea of ​​killing witch sword, so he couldn't help being startled.

"Host, don't worry, let me finish my sentence!" the system said slowly.

"Okay! Say it!" Kunpeng calmed down and said.

"I mean, it's not an idea to hit a living person!"

"Don't plan to kill the living? Can you still plan to kill the dead?" Kunpeng asked in bewilderment.

"Why not?" The system said confidently, "The witch-killing sword is forged with the soul of the human race, but the soul of the human race does not have to be taken from a living person!"

"If you don't take it from a living person, why go to the underworld? What's the difference? It's still courting death!" Kunpeng said anxiously.

"Why are you so stupid! Apart from the underworld, isn't there any place where there are a large number of human races?" the system scolded.

Kunpeng thought for a while and finally came to his senses: "You mean Nether Blood Sea?"

"That's right! In addition to the large number of souls of the dead in the underworld, there are countless souls of the dead in the Nether Blood Sea, counting in the hundreds of millions!
It can be said that even in the current underworld, there are not as many human souls as there are in the sea of ​​blood!

From the birth of the human race to the creation of the underworld, there are more than a thousand yuanhuis, and the lifespan of a mortal in the human race is only a thousand years. How many generations have passed away?
Moreover, the dead souls of the human race in the Nether Blood Sea are contaminated with the bloody aura of the Nether Blood Sea, and cannot enter the underworld at all!
Therefore, the dead souls of the human race in the Nether Blood Sea are now under the control of Styx. Styx is just an ant. If you go to ask for it in person, Styx must not dare to say anything! "

The system replied.

"But this is still the soul of the human race, won't that person ignore it?" Kunpeng said with some concern.

"These dead souls were permanently lost in their minds by the evil spirit of blood, and completely lost their sense of autonomy. They couldn't even enter the six realms of reincarnation. They have been completely given up by the underworld. Instead of letting them struggle in the sea of ​​blood, it is better to let them be free! That person shouldn't care!"

"What's supposed to be? I only have one life! What if your should kill me? Talk about chances! I don't care about the chances!" Kunpeng said angrily.

"80.00% don't care! These dead souls need to be washed with a lot of his blood to wash away the evil spirit! The blood essence required is beyond his ability!" the system explained.

"Well, as you said, how likely is that! I'll give him a try!"

After Kunpeng finished speaking, his figure disappeared again.

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Buzhou Mountain.

Pangu opened his sleepy eyes with a playful smile on his face.

"You actually guessed my identity, and you've even set your sights on the human undead in the Nether Blood Sea!"

Thinking of this, Pangu's brows suddenly tightened.

"The Nether Blood Sea, these dead souls of the human race cannot enter reincarnation. If they are saved, the price will be too high, even I cannot bear it!"

Pan Gu now has 49 drops of heart blood and 360 five drops of essence blood in his body.

Although Pangu's blood essence has infinite magical effects, it is only for a single individual. If it is diluted, the effect will not be so obvious. Only one drop of Pangu's heart blood and twelve drops of Pangu's blood essence will give birth to a witch clan.

And the dead souls of the human race in the Nether Blood Sea are more than trillions.

Too many to save.

And Pan Gu, his identity is the creation god of the wild, and all living beings should be equal. Now that Pan Gu favors the human race, it has violated the principle. If he saves the souls of the human race in the Nether Blood Sea at all costs, it will be detrimental to his own way!

And everything has a cause and effect, Pan Gu interfered with the crisis of the human race, and now the calamity of the living people of the human race has been transferred to the dead!This is cause and effect, but also fate!
"Oh! That's all! What should come will come eventually! I'm afraid we can only avoid it if we understand the fate!" Pan Gu sighed.

He could see that this Great Desolation seemed to have retreated from the Dao and was controlled by the Dao of Heaven, but there were shadows of the Dao everywhere.

The real master of the fate of the prehistoric is Dao!

From the time when Pan Gu shouldered the mission of opening the sky, it had already been decided!

"I don't even know what my own destiny is!" Pan Gu said in a self-deprecating manner.

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Nether Sea of ​​Blood.

Ever since the Asura Clan guarded the Asura Dao of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, traces of merit have been continuously poured into Styx's body. Although it is so small that it can hardly be felt, Styx is still extremely excited!

What Hong Huang lacks most is time!
Over time, Styx's cultivation has been growing slowly. One day, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and his merits will become holy!

"There is no unparalleled road! I, Styx, will eventually become holy!"

Styx sat on the futon, looking excited.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of him.

"Who?"

Styx was startled and shouted loudly.

"Styx! It's me!"

Kunpeng's voice sounded, and his figure gradually appeared.

"Kun...His Majesty Kunpeng! Minghe sees His Majesty!" Minghe was shocked, and quickly got up to salute.

What Styx had to respect was Kunpeng's strength, not his status. A saint, he still couldn't afford to provoke him, especially now that his Nether Blood Sea has become dispensable, and his reliance on immortality is gone. I dare not be arrogant anymore.

Although he got on the line of the underworld, but it was only on the hook, and no one cared about his life or death.

"I don't know what your majesty is doing when you come to the humble house?" Minghe asked respectfully.

"Kunpeng, stop talking nonsense, I'm here to ask you to borrow something!" Kunpeng said expressionlessly.

"borrow things?!!"

Styx's heart trembled, "Could it be that the head was borrowed from him?"

"That's right, let me borrow the ghosts of the human race from the Nether Blood Sea!" Kunpeng replied.

"Human souls?"

Styx heaved a sigh of relief, luckily it was not his life!

In the sea of ​​Nether blood, there are countless dead souls that have never returned. They have no other use except for being refined into the Blood God clone and practicing the way of killing. The sea of ​​blood is getting more and more violent, and he still needs to spend energy to suppress it.

"Revenant souls of the human race? No problem! No problem! Borrow as much as you want, and return it as you wish, as long as you like!"

Styx smiled all over his face, licked his face, and said obsequiously.

"You're wise!" Kunpeng looked at Styx, and then flew over the Nether Blood Sea. With a wave of his sleeve, all the dead human souls in the Nether Blood Sea were put away by him, and then left.

After Kunpeng left, Ming He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking exhausted.

Styx's originally happy mood became depressed, why did everyone come to bully him?Everyone wants to come to him to make waves, collect some benefits, and use him as a cash machine.

"All saints are ants, haha, it's so vividly displayed by my ancestor! It's really ironic!"

Styx had a bitter face, and the boredom and anger in his heart had nowhere to vent.

Kunpeng returned to the Heavenly Court, and this time he collected ten trillion human souls!
This is most of the human races who have died since the more than 1000 Yuanhui.As for the others, they either dissipated in the heaven and earth for too long, or remained in the prehistoric land, and were later arrested by the ghosts of the underworld and sent to reincarnation.

When he came to the Heavenly Court, Kunpeng summoned his confidants and began to practice swords.

And Kunpeng sat on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven and waited anxiously.

Waiting for the refining of the Wuwu Sword to be completed, and also waiting for Pangu to settle accounts with him.

The witch-slaying sword refined from the souls of ten trillion human races is enough to break through the flesh body of the ancestor witch in the holy land!
The time that should have passed easily, but here at Kunpeng, the days are like years, and the years are like yuanhui.

While he waited anxiously and anxiously, after 3000 years, the witch-slaying sword was finally refined!

"Your Majesty! The witch-slaying sword has been refined, please take a look at it!"

A demon general respectfully offered the witch-slaying sword with both hands.

Kunpeng looked at the Wutu Sword full of various negative auras, and was just about to take it, but suddenly felt a little frightened.

After all, he was also a human race in his previous life!
Although these are dead human races and have lost their sanity, they are the undead souls of human races after all.

"take away!"

Kunpeng pushed away the witch-slaying sword, and suddenly felt that he had lost his composure. He hurriedly covered up: "I don't need to control this sword! A saint cannot easily intervene in the war between my heavenly court and the human race!
You are in control of the sword competition, and you are in charge of the battle between generations! "

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!" The demon general was overjoyed.

　The fourth chapter is here, please don't complain about the slow update.

　　
　
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