Saint Ancestor of All Demons

All the corpses around stood up, and the sleeping evil spirits among them were awakened by the battle just now.

The hair on Xiang Chen's back immediately stood up, and his face looked ugly.

"Sir, you can't be so unlucky, right? Evil spirits have been born!"

Xiang Chen cursed, and then immediately entered the fighting state. The Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Law was running, and all major bloodlines immediately boiled. The Haotian Mirror bloomed with light and floated above his head. He had the Dragon Elephant Sky-Shattering Hammer in his left hand and the Dragon Palace Demon Sword in his right hand.

"Giggle--the ancient creatures, the spirits of the ancient creatures are the most delicious."

"Hey, what a messy Yuan Shen aura. What kind of ancient creature is this?"

"he's mine!"

Various weird sounds came from the surroundings, and screams were harsh. In an instant, a large number of evil spirit-controlled corpses rushed towards Xiang Chen.

"Kill!" Xiang Chen held the Demonic Sword and Divine Hammer, and with a word of killing, his fighting intent broke out, and he waved his initiative to kill the corpses controlled by evil spirits.

A rotten giant python roared and rushed towards him. Xiang Chen's dragon struck out like a sky-shattering hammer and smashed the snake's head with one hammer.

There was another sharp blade next to it that was being swung towards by a headless corpse. Xiang Chen slashed out with his sword, and the sword knocked back the killing blade.

Above the head, the Nine Yang Haotian Mirror erupted with streaks of sun god thunder, turning into lightning and striking at the large number of corpses rushing around.

boom--! boom--! boom--! Amidst the explosion, Jiuyang Haotian Mirror killed demons and ghosts one after another. When a large number of evil spirits turned into billowing black air masses and wandered in the air, they made ear-piercing screams.

An evil spirit pounced directly on Xiang Chen, trying to control Xiang Chen's body.

Inside Xiang Chen's Yuan Shen Bell, the sound of the God-suppressing bell echoed, driving away the evil spirits that came towards him.

The surrounding evil corpses kept coming, including many evil corpses transformed from ancient human corpses.

Xiang Chen killed in one direction, and with every step he took, a large number of evil corpses rushed toward him.

These evil spirits exude the most primitive desires, such as greed, aggression, cruelty, lust, gluttony, etc.

The god next to him was also constantly biting and killing the charging evil spirits.

Xiang Chen's fighting spirit seemed to awaken the resentment of countless fallen gods and demons on this battlefield of gods and demons. Will, a billowing murderous aura emerged between heaven and earth, and a high fighting spirit broke out.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of fighting and iron horses sounded, and some spiritual illusions appeared.

In those mental illusions, you can see the scene of millions of gods and demons fighting against the dark demon creatures and monsters from the evil sky millions of years ago.

"kill--!"

"Slap them back into their own world!"

"Kill all these dark bastards!"

"ah--!"

The mental illusion of fighting on the battlefield echoes across the world. It is the manifestation of some of the mental memories left after the death of the fighting gods and demons.

Such fighting and fighting spirit also affected Xiang Chen's state of mind. He only felt that there was anger and blood in his heart that wanted to vent and fight.

A dark angel's corpse roared and swung the dark sword down from the sky. The sky-swallowing evil vine behind Xiang Chen erupted and directly penetrated the dark angel's body.

From all directions, evil corpses were being killed in an endless stream, as if the entire world had become Xiang Chen's enemy.

An evil corpse who had fallen from the top of the divine realm rushed towards him. He slashed out the divine power of his physical body when he was at his peak with a knife. The light of the knife slashed Xiang Chen back. Xiang Chen stabilized his body, held a hammer in both hands, and rushed forward with a hammer. The Dragon Elephant collapsed on the opponent's sword, knocking it away, and then smashed his head.

During this kind of fighting, Xiang Chen's consciousness seemed to have returned to the battlefield back then, and he felt that the fighting spirit in his heart was flowing freely.

Boom! Boom! Boom——!

Between the heaven and the earth, bursts of war drums suddenly reverberated, shaking the heaven and earth and echoing the battlefield.

"The three armies obey the order, draw their swords from their sheaths, and kill Xiaoxiao!"

It was as if an ancient general was shouting. In the sound of drums, human corpses stood up one after another on the battlefield. Those human corpses were wearing the costumes and divine armor of the ancient gods. Thousands of human corpses were beating the drums. He stood up amidst the sound and held the broken sword and magic weapon.

In front of a huge old war drum, a figure with half of his head broken and wearing broken divine armor waved a mallet to beat the war drum. His only remaining eye was full of iron-blooded killing intent, exuding the aura of a god. The extraordinary aura of the imperial realm.

In the sound of his drums, the human corpses stood up one after another, picked up their swords as if they had their own consciousness, and then killed the evil corpses that the dark demon corpses had transformed into.

"kill!"

On the battlefield, thousands of evil corpses fought together according to different camps during their lifetimes. The scene was extremely spectacular.

"That's a ghost!" Xiang Chen looked at this scene and was shocked in his heart. The corpses of the monks in the ancient universe actually gave birth to ghost spirits, which were completely different from evil spirits in spiritual energy.

These ghosts control the corpses in front of them and fight against the dead dark demons and evil spirits.

He fought for his own divine domain when he was alive, and after his death, he is still fighting for his own divine domain!

This scene reminded Xiang Chen of Jiutian, the mortal world, and the countless soldiers and brothers who died in battle who followed him.

"Xiao Huan, Xiao Zhong, brothers, I miss you."

Xiang Chen's eyes were hot.

"Wait for a fight with me!"

He burst out with overwhelming fighting spirit, and the Shura in his body, which he had never paid much attention to, boiled with fighting spirit.

At this moment, the passion surged in his chest.

"Wolf smoke is rising? Looking north at the mountains and rivers, the dragon is curling up? The horse is neighing? The sword energy is like frost."

The young man held a knife in Tage and chopped up the dark demon ape that rushed towards him. At the same time, two demons with bull heads and tiger bodies came flying towards him.

"The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River. Five thousand years? Vertical and horizontal? Who can resist?"

The dragon-elephant sky-shattering hammer swung, whipping up a strong wind and hitting the two demon corpses heavily.

"Crazy with hatred? Wherever the sword is directed, how many loyal souls of brothers and sisters are buried in a foreign land, why would they die a hundred times to serve their family and country? I can't bear to sigh and feel speechless, with tears of blood filling my eyes."

Xiang Chen jumped up to a thousand feet in one step, releasing the destructive thunderstorm pattern in his body and integrating it into the sword.

The Haotian sword slashed down, and the overbearing sword energy blasted across the ground, shattering dozens of dark demon corpses.

In the fighting battlefield, the young man marched singing and holding a knife. Every time the knife was struck, the fighting spirit became more intense.

At this moment, Xiang Chen was completely immersed in a wonderful artistic conception of war.

And he didn't realize that the Shura bloodline was frantically absorbing the fighting spirit and murderous intent in the world, condensing a powerful true intention.

His body, which was originally a human body and a ten thousand monster body, changed. Twelve blood-colored wings waved out from behind, his body was covered with armor-like scales, and a pair of purple-gold devil horns sprouted from his head.

The Shura bloodline actually merged with the bloodline of Ten Thousand Demons!

After being chopped into pieces, the dark demon's body shattered and regrouped, over and over again, until the evil spirit's power was exhausted before it fell.

I don’t know how long the fight lasted, but the battlefield suddenly fell into silence again. The evil spirits fell into sleep, the ghosts retreated, and the dead silence between heaven and earth returned.

When Xiang Chen came back to his senses, he was shocked.