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Chapter 573 The Return of the God of War
The majestic wind reverberated in the world, and gently read the name of the Taoist ancestor.

"Moling, Moling..."

Compared with the reactions of the Three Realms, the reactions of my demon disciples are the most intuitive.

No one does not shed tears, including me.

However, I still underestimated the reverberation caused by the taboo name of the Taoist ancestor. I thought that only the three realms of the world would hear this name, but I didn't expect that Jian Jia, who was far away from the galaxy, also heard the sound transmission from the depths of his heart.

But no matter how far away, the ends of the earth, or across countless plane worlds, as long as you are a disciple of the demonic way, you can hear the name of the ancestor of the demonic way.

……

Deep in the void of the universe, beyond the galaxy.

In the past few months, the Primordial Illusory Demon Clan has been fighting against the elite army of Heavenly Dao.

In the beginning, the army of the abyss mobilized and besieged, and finally the army of ancient ancestors also joined the battle.The army of the ancient demon world suffered heavy casualties, and three of the twelve warships have fallen.

If it weren't for the Frost Fortress of the ancient underworld that has been under heavy pressure from the front, perhaps the demon army has already been defeated.

Even if the formation can barely be maintained now, the army of the demon world can't stand the consumption.

Jian Jia has plans to withdraw the army, and wants to return to the ancient demon world to reorganize the army.

Aofeng's will has already sent her back to the Holy Demon Mountain, counting the time, it's time to wake up.

After paying a heavy price again and repelling the two advance armies of the ancient ancestors, Jian Jia came to the Frost Fortress and talked to Yanhua about the withdrawal.

The Demon Realm has suffered heavy losses, but the Underworld's losses have always been within an acceptable range.

The reason lies in the existence of the god of death, as long as the god of death stands upright, all the god of death army will be protected by her divine sense.

The god of death uses soul energy as the source of power. Where there is war, there will be death. After every battle, countless soul energy will be absorbed and utilized by Xihua.

The Frost Fortress is a tough bone. Even without the help of the ancient demon army, if it wants to defeat it, the ancient ancestors' army will have to pay a high price.

And so far, the ancient ancestors' army has not sent out the elite main force, and the ancient supreme gods have not participated in the battle. In this way, as long as Yanhua is not dead, no one can break the Frost Fortress.

On the top floor of the Frost Fortress, the Throne of Death, Yanhua sat on the throne with a blank expression.

In the past time, millions of abyssal armies died under the scythe of death.

And in the last few wars, the death scythe harvested countless armies of ancient ancestors.

As long as the soul can last, the god of death is an unshakable existence.

Compared with Yan Hua, Jian Jia looked a little tired.

The high-intensity battle has seriously overdrawn her divine sense, and at the same time she is also responsible for commanding the entire army.

The army of the Primordial Demon Realm belonged to the coalition forces, and each warship had a demon lord to command it. During the battle, Jian Jia needed to use his divine sense to coordinate, which was far inferior to the unity of the Death God's army, which was only commanded by the Death God.

In fact, among the ancient three worlds, the overall power of the underworld is the weakest.

However, neither the Primordial Demon Realm nor the Primordial God Realm was determined to crusade against the Primordial Underworld.

The reason is that the god of death has absolute control over the underworld.

Even, if there is a major crisis in the underworld, the god of death can directly absorb the will of their dead souls from the army of the underworld.

Such a god of death, the heavens must be afraid of it.

When the Dao of Heaven destroyed the three realms of the ancient times, the god of death was tricked by the Dao of Heaven and stayed away from the army of the underworld.Otherwise, even if the Heavenly Dao can clear up the ancient underworld in the end, it will have to pay an extremely painful price.

"You need to take a good rest." Seeing Jian Jia approaching, Yan Hua rarely took the initiative to speak.

"The battle is endless and there is no end in sight. Our demons can't bear the loss, so I am ready to withdraw." Jian Jia said.

"Alright." He said lightly.

"What about you, what are your plans?"

"Stay and keep fighting."

"The battle between gods and kings in the Primordial God Realm will take some time. If you also temporarily return to the Primordial Underworld, our three realms will send troops at the same time." Jian Jia put forward her own suggestion.

"If we withdraw at the same time, the army of the ancient ancestors will start to crusade against the three realms of the ancient times after losing their target. The God Realm has not elected the ancient god king so far, and it will definitely become their primary target."

"So, are you going to stay to contain the army of ancient ancestors?"

"good."

Seeing that Yu Hua had made up her mind, Jian Jia didn't continue to persuade her even though she was worried about her safety.

The Primordial God Realm really needs a bridgehead to protect it, and only the death god army of Yanhua can take on this important task.

The current location of the Frost Fortress is the only way to the ancient God Realm.

After discussing with Yan Hua, Jian Jia was about to leave.

At this moment, she heard the voice from the depths of her soul, and she instantly petrified.

There was silence for a long time, and when he regained consciousness, tears were streaming down his face.

She knew who this name belonged to without asking for proof.

Because when she heard this name, the first thing she thought of was the Patriarch of Demon Dao in the Magic Demon Entrance.

Jian Jia let her tears flow freely, and turned her head to look at Xi Hua.

To her disappointment, Yan Hua's expression did not change the slightest.

"Didn't you hear that name just now?" Jian Jia asked.

"No." Yuhua said.

"Oh, I see." Jian Jia said disappointedly.

"Understand what?"

"You have forgotten everything, and you are no longer a disciple of the devil, so you didn't hear it."

"Whose name did you hear?" Yan Hua asked.

"Father of the Demon Dao."

After finishing speaking, Jian Jia left Frost Fortress.

After Jian Jia left, Yan Hua stepped down from the throne and came to the center of the square.

Snowflakes fell on her hair, cheeks, and eyelashes one by one.

With a cold body without temperature, snowflakes will never melt.

Soon, Yuhua's whole body was covered with snow and turned into an ice sculpture.

After nine nirvana, Yan Hua thought she had forgotten everything forever.

However, when that voice came, she still heard a broken voice.

She can freeze her emotions, all past events, and even her own heart.

But when that voice came, it shattered instantly.

In front of Jian Jia, she can also forcibly suppress the emotional impact of the name, remain as indifferent as ever, and tell Jian Jia that she didn't hear anything.

After Jian Jia left, the flames in Yan Hua's eyes began to burn wildly, and her thoughts began to become chaotic.Many frozen memories of the past could not wait to clamor, wanting to take advantage of the opening in her mind to float up from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The snow is getting denser and more frantic, just like her thoughts.

However, until the flames in Yuhua's eyes were all extinguished, those past events did not surface.

"I'm not Po Jun, I'm the death god of the ancient underworld."

After finishing speaking, Yanhua stepped back to the throne and closed his eyes.

The god of death who has been nirvana nine times can really forget everything.

Unless, she wants to think of it herself.

……

Among the ancient three worlds, the demon world is full of monstrous magic, and the sky is dark and unclear.Magic pollutes the minds of all creatures and empowers them with great power.

Demons are the craziest, so the Primordial Demon Realm has never stopped fighting. Endless slaughter and chaos are the normal state of the Primordial Demon Realm.

The immemorial underworld is full of death, and the whole world is filled with the sadness of death.

We are neither the living nor the dead, we shall be forgotten by the living and the dead.We return to the world we said goodbye to, but we can never return to the days we lived in, and the people we loved.

We are beings and curses, therefore we forget the past, and are forgotten by the past.

There have never been joyous songs and laughter in the ancient underworld. Death and sorrow are the eternal themes of the ancient underworld.

However, the Immemorial God Realm is different.

The ancient God Realm is sacred and bright, without the chaos of the Demon Realm, nor the desolation of the Underworld.The ancient gods have their own divisions, and the power of order is everywhere in the entire ancient gods.

However, in today's Primordial God Realm, the power of order has faced a severe challenge, and it has gradually become chaotic.The reason for everything is that the Dao of Heaven is about to make a comeback, and the Primordial God Realm has not yet elected a Primordial God King.

The Primordial Thunder God Clan lost the Thunder Lord's inheritance, as did the Primordial Sword God and Primordial God of War.

The lack of the main gods of the three most powerful gods led to the dispute between the ancient gods and kings and became the source of disasters in the ancient gods.

The God of Light, the God of the Sun, the Goddess of Nature, the Goddess of Ice and Snow, the Goddess of Nemesis, the God of the Sea... all the gods who can be ranked in the ancient gods' world are all spying on the throne of the ancient gods.

There are turbulent winds and clouds, and disputes everywhere.

……

The Primordial War God Clan, the City of Heroes.

As the god clan of the ancient god king in the past, the former city of heroes can be said to be the most majestic city in the ancient god world.

A city wall as high as the sky, a sacred and majestic temple.The thousand-foot-high statue is full of majesty.

But today's City of Heroes has long lost its prestige.Because of the absence of the main god, the size of the reconstructed city of heroes has been greatly reduced, and it is not even as tall as the cities of some low-level gods.

If it weren't for the primordial God Realm's advocacy of order, the Primordial God of War clan would have been swallowed up by other god clans long ago.

This day is the day when the Primordial War God Clan holds a sacrificial ceremony.

As usual, all clan members must participate and pray together for the early return of the God of War.

On the square of the Temple of War, the God of War clan divided into five formations and stood silently.

Directly in front of them was a tall altar, the whole body was made of gold, and there was a war god throne made of purple gold on the altar.

I don't know how many clansmen stared at the throne of the God of War, silently wishing that they could condense the complete godhead of the God of War in the ancient times, and ascend the throne to become the God of War in the ancient times.

However, it never worked.

There are also powerful members of the God of War tribe who forcibly ascended to the throne of God of War without a complete godhead. As a result, their souls were shattered and their bodies bled to death.

For countless thousands of years, the throne of the God of War has absorbed the blood of countless tribesmen, and it is still vacant to this day.

Today, no one in the God of War clan dares to spy on the throne of the God of War anymore.

The sacrificial ceremony has already begun, and the five clans of the God of War knelt down collectively, silently making a wish to the throne of the God of War, praying for the early return of the God of War.

The sacred and solemn ceremony made the whole city of heroes extraordinarily quiet.

So much so that when someone walked into the city gate wearing metal boots, everyone heard footsteps.

The elders of the five God of War clans who were in charge of the sacrificial ceremony stood up and looked towards the city gate, and then they saw a woman in purple and gold armor walking towards them...

(End of this chapter)