Dragon Emperor

"The world has already been separated for too long, so we have to join together. Speaking of which, what are we doing here? Are we trying to make this world disappear?" After pausing for a moment, the blood dragon laughed and said: "No, actually it is very wrong. We are not trying to make this world disappear, we are trying to make this world exist.

The blood dragon's voice was rich and powerful, in the end, they could see it disappear a little, what exactly had disappeared, it was a door, a door that led to here, only Undead could enter, that door was a must pass.

Of course, they could also pass through such places as leaving, or returning to the world, and begin their cultivation. This was hell, and not hell.

Beep, beep, beep.

The rain in the sky was still bloody. Soon, rays of light would appear and disappear.

It was unknown what was left in that instant.

This world was about to disappear?

"blood dragon, your arrival caused our residences to be destroyed. You truly are an annoying fellow."

"What does it matter? You will have to leave sooner or later anyway. " He sneered. When the demi-human race arrived at the Homo sapiens's Heroic Spirit Hall, their world started to break down balanced and then crumble.

He couldn't blame the blood dragon, he couldn't possibly kill someone who was an ordinary existence just to spread the news, right?

They also understood this logic, so they helplessly said, "Alright, since we've already stayed in Broken Bowel Valley for so many years, it's time to leave and explore the current world."

They were originally Undead, so they could directly pierce through the earth and fly out. Streams of multicolored light constantly flew out, and on this land, they were simply magnificent.

"This is the departure of a Heroic Spirit! This is the appearance of a Heroic Spirit! They will definitely teach this world a lesson!" A person laughed out loud in happiness. He discovered that this place was filled with miracles. Those so-called miracles were simply so cute that they made people laugh.

"Hua …" Swoosh.

"That's right. That place is very beautiful. " Even though it was called beautiful, in reality, this place was just a pile of fallen leaves, with no end in sight. After a while, the autumn wind swept through the fallen leaves, began to condense, and began to explode. Finally, the wind blew over the earth, thunder struck the mountain peaks, and a tsunami of quicksand.

"So beautiful, so beautiful!" One of them sighed and finally drowned in the crowd. Not long after, he became a pile of meat, but not long after, he returned to his original state. "Damn, I was just lamenting. Why must you be so cruel?"

"Very well, the great chaos has begun, and our role will be remembered. It is just right that we are born now. We can bring the whole world into our hands! " Behind him, a person appeared. This person was filled with ridicule, because his face was already full of mockery. His mouth was filled with malicious words.

Come to think of it, why do you look like this? He punched him in the face, instantly changing his appearance. The two of them were a writer and a storyteller, the two of them were a perfect match.

"I'm writing, you write a book, the two of us can say that this world belongs to us." Waving a smile and seeing the bright future, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahaha, this life, is definitely very fulfilling."

"That's right, that's right. In the future, we will become the leaders of the literary world and begin our long gaming life!" The storybook revealed a hint of reverence, then suddenly discovered that a flower of blood was floating in the air. It was rather gorgeous in his eyes. He said, "It's really beautiful, peerlessly beautiful!"

These blood flowers were so beautiful that it was intoxicating. Not too long after, they gradually entered into the drama. The world was full of cruelty. Were it really that difficult for the two of them to become a cultured person?

The writer turned his head. The man was holding a piece of green brick. He smashed it onto the storybook's head, causing blood to spurt out. "Why did you hit him?"

"This person is so cultured and incomprehensible, but I feel like he is a salted fish with dreams, so I want to beat him up!"

This person's words made so much sense that even his writing was almost moved. However, his anger had not been released and he could not help but shout towards the sky, "The heavens are unfair, the heavens are unfair!"

Pow!

A hand smashed onto his shoulder, and then, the storyteller stood up, and a book suddenly appeared in his hand. He muttered to himself, and slowly became louder and louder, and then a crack appeared on the head of the person in front.

The voice that rang out wasn't a beautiful melody, but an instant of death. His throat was twitching, and with a single sentence, he killed the person who ambushed him.

On the other hand, Wen Wen called out a pen. The pen was smiling, as if it was giving a mocking smile to the people who were rushing over.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The three sounds of writing transformed into a sword, a spear, and a scythe!

His magic technique was too terrifying. In an instant, he wrote two words, one for each character.

KILL, KILL, KILL!

No matter what came out of it, it was enough to produce a killing object. That instant of disappearance was completely gone without a trace of flesh and blood. It was completely annihilated and was far more terrifying than just writing.

They kept rushing out of the beasts and devouring the Homo sapiens. They kept finding and devouring the people in the city.

It was only when a sword fell from the sky and a person stood before them that the purgatory in this world stopped. This person was too terrifying. Even if the two of them worked together, they still might not be able to kill him.

"Who are you? Why must you protect these people who do not know how to appreciate it! " He was proficient in soul attacks, and writing was an existence that seemed to be a summoner. With just a brush, he would be able to support the entire country.