don't mess with that turtle

Thirty years of repression suddenly found an outlet, the sword lights became one, suppressing the howling of the corpses, and slashing!

He slashed into the zombies with his sword again and again, pulling out the blade with a sound that made his teeth ache.

When killing zombies with a knife, I couldn't feel the pleasure of punching them in the flesh.

Su He let out a long roar, and his body turned into a dragon turtle. He bit a zombie's ankle, swung it up and used it as a club to smash at the undead and zombies all over the world.

One hammer after another!
It was no longer a simple war, but a way to vent the anger in their hearts. Turning around, they heard a sound beside them, and saw that the Dark Ancestor had also rushed over, covered in blood and completely unaware of it, roaring like a mad dog, biting a zombie.

His body, which had long been at the end of its strength, suddenly burst out again.

Even the seven immortal dragon turtles of Wenzu and Wuzu surrounded the last zombie and bit it like crazy.

That was half of the body that was cut off by Su He's sword.

No magical powers, no magic, no rules. Purely like a beast.

How else can we vent 30 million years of repression?

Bloody and cruel.

A long roar of a dragon turtle arose in the world of extinction.

hold head high--

Then the world suddenly collapsed and became transparent.

An old turtle inside was biting the tail of a dragon fish and was throwing it left and right in the same way as the dragon turtle outside.

clap clap clap!
I don't know what the dragon fish hit, but it made a crisp sound.

The dragon fish seemed to be dead and could not even put up the slightest resistance.

Not to mention that he was only half of his original body before he died, he turned the world of annihilation into a curse, and it became what it is today.

Even the real Yuandu had been killed by Taizu six or seven times.

Su He transformed into a human body and chopped the zombies that were rebelling and trying to kill Wen Zu and his companions into ashes with one sword, then raised his head and looked towards Tai Zu.

This old turtle - he did not tear the world of annihilation apart directly, but instead took great pains to re-evolve the curse and the phantom of the world into Yuan, and then cut off this small half of Yuan.

Pure venting.

Tai Zulong bit down, and the dragon fish in his mouth shattered completely with a snap, along with the illusory world of extinction outside, which turned into ashes and disappeared.

The world dispersed, and the undead spirits that were rushing to kill below stopped at the same time, and then one by one turned into nothingness and turned into ashes like green smoke.

The Dark Ancestor bit into nothing, breaking half of his upper teeth. Looking at the undead that suddenly disappeared in front of him, he was at a loss for a moment.

Not only him, but all four dragon turtles were stunned for a moment as their magical powers were in vain. The only sound in the world was the rumbling drums of the True Blood Army.

Without the curse, the drumbeats sounded like thunder, deafening.

On the blood-red dike mountain, the translucent golden toad blinked and looked at the world in confusion.

Taizu's tortoise shell trembled slightly, and his originally dim old eyes still had some blood red - the curse left here was too weak, and even if it was restored, it would not be able to withstand the blow!

I can't vent my anger.

"hold head high!"

Taizu looked up to the sky and chanted loudly.

Just a curse like this! Just like this, it divided the world into two! How many dragon turtles died?

Fifty-six ancient dragon turtles entered, and he sent in eleven adult dragon turtles, and thirty-three small turtles that had not yet passed the tribulation - among those small turtles that came in, only nine successfully passed the tribulation.

If it weren't for this place, those little turtles would have had a chance to truly become dragon turtles.

There were hundreds of them coming in, but now there are only forty-nine left, less than half.

Everyone was wounded and dying.

Moreover, there are no less than ten of them, and they have already used the method of burning their roots. After this battle, even if they go back to rest, I am afraid they will not have much time left...

Taizu looked around. Among the ancient turtles, he was clearly a junior, but at this moment, the way everyone looked at him was exactly the same as how later generations looked at their ancestors!
The ancient Tai of the ancient times has been gone for too long. For thirty million years, I have heard the new dragon turtle coming in, constantly muttering about Taizu.

That is their belief, their strongest support… As time went by, the idea of ​​Gu Tai following the crowd gradually faded from their minds, and Tai Zu became something that was taken for granted instead.

Today, Taizu came, and we didn't see how strong he was. But the curse that had suppressed the Dragon Turtle Clan for 30 million years was torn apart by him and no longer existed...

“Dragon Turtle…” Taizu chanted for a long time, then hesitated for a long time before speaking: “Gather the remains of my relatives—and go home!”

The old voice sounded a bit hoarse.

The word "home" is both light and heavy. How many years have I not heard this word?
Go home!
This word sounds extra strange to my ears.

"Go home!" Taizu said in a deep voice.

With him as the center, a whirlwind spread out and blew in all directions. The tribesmen who had long been shattered to pieces, with broken tortoise shells and shattered bones, emerged from the earth and the disturbed space.

It turned into a stream of bone residues that gathered and condensed into a series of broken corpses.

Even the dragon turtle had no flesh and blood left under Yuan's curse, only the shell and bones remained.

It was pieced together bit by bit by Taizu.

Fifty-one corpses lay below, piled up like a mountain.

All the dragon turtles remained silent, looking at the turtle shells all over the world with a broken heart.

Taizu remained silent. He didn't know what to say after not seeing him for 30 million years...

Of the fifty-one dead dragon turtles, a small portion were those he had seen entering the battlefield, and the majority were those he had personally sent to the battlefield. Those that had not yet survived the calamity...

No one can understand this feeling.

The blood-red dike mountain made a dull drum sound.

Boom! Boom—

"Everyone - go home!" the old turtle roared.

"hold head high!"

"Go home!" A series of long, hoarse moans followed.

Thirty Million Years of War—Go Home!
boom!
boom!
boom!
The sound of thunderous drums resounded through the sky.

Taizu's words "go home" were like a bolt of lightning that struck the hearts of all the dragon turtles.

quiet!
The whole world suddenly became quiet, with only the rumbling sound of drums. This drum sound had been ringing for 30 million years and had long since become background music. People would feel uncomfortable without it.

Apart from the drumbeats, there was only the helpless panting, which became heavier and heavier...

It's raining.

It's pouring rain!
It seems as if the world is crying too.

It washes away the living, washes away the dead, washes away the blood-red dike mountain, but the red of the dike mountain cannot be washed away.

The rain was pouring down, soaking the turtles and their shells. After an unknown amount of time, a turtle looked up to the sky and groaned loudly, followed by the second, the third, and so on.

The sound of the turtle's cry echoed throughout the space, distant and clear...

"Go—home!" The old voice of the Underworld Ancestor echoed in all directions.

"Tishan, get up!" "Go—home!"

The blood-red dyke rose up with a roar. It had been raised countless times in the past thirty million years, but it always moved forward to block the curse and suppress the undead.

This time backwards, towards home.

The dike moved slowly, and the turtles followed, panting. Turtle shells and skeletons floated up and hung behind the dike, protected by the turtles in the center.

It rained heavily and there was thunder and lightning.

In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Phoenix Ancestor appeared from nothingness, looked up at the sky and suddenly let out a loud phoenix cry: "Members of the Phoenix Clan, come out of the Xuanhuang Barrier and welcome our Dragon Turtle Clan back in triumph!"

“Ang——” A dragon roared in the sea of ​​stars, and a mountain broke away from its foundation and turned into a blue dragon, heading straight down into the sea of ​​stars: “Dragon clan, come out of the Xuanhuang Barrier and welcome our Dragon Turtle clan back in triumph!”

Another Qilin roar was heard.

The Immortal Ascension Drum at Guiwang Mountain began to beat, and the sound spread in all directions. The Tai Chi diagram on the Taoist master's head rotated, and the Samsara Gate behind him opened, and he stepped out: "All Taoists, welcome my Dragon Turtle!"

"Amitabha! Buddhists step forward!" The speaker was the old monk from Gujingzhai.

This moment seemed to open the door to memory, Bifang, Zhe, Jiuwei...

Countless divine beasts survived from the ancient times, and the memories that were sealed up on that day returned again. They chanted to call out their clans, who came from all directions.

The whole world was mobilized.

The Xinghai channel is opened, connecting to the channel suppressed by Dishan.

Then I saw an endless blood-red mountain floating out of the passage, full of vicissitudes, stubbornness, murderous intent, and suppression...

Countless breaths of air rushed towards me.

Those who were not of good character actually fell directly from the sky.

This breath came out of the channel and spread to the heavens. In an instant, the whole world was silent, looking at the Dishan that was slowly emerging in disbelief.

In Xuanhuang, the dragon turtle, which had no idea what was happening, was completely stunned at this moment.

They all recognized that mountain. It was exactly the same as the Dragon Turtle Mysterious Realm. If it weren't for the completely different aura, they would have thought that the mountain and sea had escaped to the real world.

This mountain...

This is Dishan! How much bloodshed has this mountain experienced to have such an aura?
The dragon turtle clan is the most gentle clan!
The Dragon Turtle Clan can become the largest clan among the Four Spirits. The bloodline derived from Taizu is certainly important - the most powerful clan since the birth of the Xuanhuang World, and the inherited magical powers can also guarantee the highest survival rate.

But it may also be related to the fact that the Dragon Turtle Clan does not like to cause trouble, and their biggest hobby is to find a quagmire to bury themselves and sleep for ten thousand years!
What forced Dishan to become like this?
Hong Zu, the four uncles, and even Yaya appeared in turtle form floating in the sky, not knowing why.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Outside Guiwang Mountain, the spirit of Dengxian Drum appeared, dressed as a young man, dancing with the drumstick himself and beating the Dengxian Drum. The more dikes and mountains appeared, the bloodier the color became, and the heavier he beat.

dong dong!

This sound, accompanied by the breath of Dishan, spread throughout the heavens.

Then, one by one, the dragon turtle shells floated out. From the middle-aged to the adult dragon turtles of the immortals, to the tiny ones who had never seen the light of day...

Each turtle shell and each skeleton bears traces of curses, knife cuts, fire, etc.

It was the debris collected from the battlefield. A solemn atmosphere filled the air.

Gu Luo and the others' breathing suddenly became rapid, especially Hong Zu, who was at a loss for a moment when looking at a turtle shell.

"That's... that's Yazu! Didn't she... didn't she die in Fenghuang a long time ago? There's no body left... How did the body come out from here?"

That was his ancestor when he was a turtle cub.

A female turtle, gentle and kind, just like a grandmother!
The dignified Hongzu couldn't help but shed tears.

What happened? What on earth happened?!

Several dragon turtles were at a loss.

They had naturally heard the previous conversation between Su He and Tai Zu, and they were going to go and bring back Ming Zu - no one had seen Ming Zu, but the reflection of Ming Zu's inheritance was in the inheritance palace, so who had not received Ming Zu's inheritance?
I had doubts just now, but I always thought that the Lord of the Underworld was trapped somewhere else and I had to go and bring him back.

How...how could there be so many dragon turtle remains? !
One, two... thirty-seven... fifty-one...

These are fifty-one dragon turtles!
My whole heart is torn into pieces.

Looking at the fifty-one remains, the whole world fell into silence.

Behind the remains, a murderous aura rushed towards us. It was a three-legged fire turtle. Judging from its missing front paws, it had been plucked out alive.

There is a horrible scar on his face.

"Xiao!" Hong Zu called out immediately! He recognized this turtle. 720,000 years ago, a little turtle stole the demon fruit and embarked on the path of dragon turtle. He was supposed to be the guardian.

But after a great battle in the East China Sea, the turtle was gone when it came back... We only know that it was related to Tengu and Huotou.

At that time, Yue Zu had just passed away. After dealing with the grudges in the Buddhist world, he hunted the two clans for a long time.

How...how did this guy come out from here?
Hong Zu was surprised, and saw Yue Zu, who had been dead for 720,000 years, step out with half of his tortoise shell missing.

Hongzu's entire turtle was stunned.

Then, one by one, dragon turtles that had just retreated from the battlefield walked out of the passage.

Each of them was an adult turtle, and each of them was filled with murderous intent. A war that had lasted for 30 million years could not be stopped immediately, and this aura could not be contained after all.

There are a total of forty-one of them, each of which has reached the seventh level of immortal cultivation, and is filled with murderous aura.

All the heavens and the world suddenly became quiet.

The Fenghuang Great Ancestor, who had just broken through to the Fenghuang World, clenched his fists.

found it!
He has been investigating for tens of millions of years, but couldn't figure out where the four immortal sacred beasts had gone. Today he found them!

But why is there only the Dragon Turtle? Where did the other four spirits go?

However, even if there are only these dragon turtles, it will only take a blink of an eye to crush Fenghuang!

Dragon turtle...Dragon turtle!
This is the largest clan in the world!

He breathed rapidly, and then he saw Long Guihuang, who was rumored to have died in Dishan fifty years ago, walking out.

The murderous aura may not be as condensed as that of the dragon turtle in front, but the aura of the immortal is rising into the sky, and the sky and the earth are changing color!
Dog thief!

Sure enough, he had hidden means! He also wrongly accused Feng Huang! Let's look at the dragon turtle in front. It was said that it died because of Feng Huang, and it used this to rob Feng Huang time and time again, but now it ran out!
Emperor Feng was breathing heavily.

Just then, behind Huang, dragon turtles at the Immortal Venerable level came out one after another, seven in total!
Seven-headed Immortal!

The two strongest ones were much stronger than him who had just broken through to the seventh realm! But they were seriously injured and perhaps could not fully exert their combat power?
Even so, so what?

The Immortal is the Immortal!

Emperor Fenghuang stopped talking altogether and was about to leave in a flash.

go!
Go now!
Even if the Fenghuang World has been guarded for fifty years, it will definitely not be able to stop such an existence.

He took a step forward, but his body suddenly could no longer move. He was not restrained by anyone, but a breath from the direction of Xuanhuang overwhelmed everything and rushed towards him.

Emperor Feng turned his head to look at each frame, and saw an old turtle that seemed to have walked out of the underworld. Its body was damaged, and there was a sword stuck in its shell - this was brought in by the dragon turtle, snatched away by the curse, and then inserted back.

One look at it showed that the old turtle was seriously injured and at the end of his strength. However, his shocking aura made him dare not even run away.

Don't dare to move!

Exceeding the limit of Immortal Venerable. This is... Realm Lord!
How could he not recognize Su He after seeing him break through? The Dragon Turtle Clan… three realm masters and seven immortals? ?
Emperor Feng: "!!!" (End of this chapter)