The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

It's just that they would never have imagined that these Martial Dao followers in front of them actually possess strengths comparable to those of saints and saints.

"People who are not from the devil world, it's not too late to start when you really tear your face."

Qin Xuan shook his head and said.

"..."

"The calamity has been settled, and the rest will be left to the Terran to deal with. You can go back to Penglai first, and I still have something to solve."

Ignoring Sanqing and the saints on the side, Qin Xuan directly called out the portal of reincarnation and asked Ji Void and the Twelve Saints to return to Penglai Xiandao first, and then he turned his head and glanced at Sanqing and others.

Qin Xuan's eyes were filled with an indescribable sternness, which instantly made Sanqing and other saints feel a trance in their primordial spirits, as if they had been hit by some magical weapon.

Just a look is enough to make the hearts of these prehistoric saints fall into ice caves.

Looking at the saints who were already sweating profusely, Qin Xuan said calmly with his hands on his back:

"Take sentient beings as the root, and don't use sentient beings as stepping stones. Saints are impermanent, and sages do not judge them on the basis of good and evil. If you follow them, you will gain the way; otherwise, you will stop moving forward."

"Of course."

A word of guidance is enough, Qin Xuan no longer entangled with these saints, and only left them a detached back with his hands on his back, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

It was not until Qin Xuan left that Lao Tzu, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Sect Master and other sages of the Great Desolation relaxed with relief, and suddenly felt that the body of a sage was oppressed by the invisible aura when facing Qin Xuan.

When they arrived at the place where the aura of the Demon Dao erupted, not only did they not get any benefits, but they almost provoke the Master of Martial Dao. These saints with lingering fears immediately said goodbye to each other, turned around and hurried back to their own dojo.

In an instant, only Sanqing remained in the whole world, and he still did not leave.

"As expected of the master of martial arts who can fight against Heavenly Dao and Demon Zu Luohu at the same time, just one look can make me unable to wait."

Tongtian Sect Master said with emotion, but in his heart he was secretly pleased that he had dispatched Yinglong of the demon clan to Honghuang to help the Yanhuang tribe in time. It seems that he could get a lot of information from Yinglong about the disaster on Zhuolu.

However, when Yinglong returned to the church and was questioned by the leader of Tongtian, he learned that Yinglong was severely injured in a coma at the beginning of Tianxingxing's work.

"The power of the master of martial arts, I have already known it in my heart, and what I care more about is those followers of martial arts."

Lao Tzu had a solemn expression on his face, and said slowly, tugging at his beard.

"Although there is only a quasi-sacred realm, I think these people are people with great secrets, otherwise, how could they be able to kill people in the demon world, and even facing the master, there is no fear on their faces. And awe, it's just puzzling."

"Do you want to check the identities of these martial arts followers, eldest brother?"

Yuanshi Tianzun asked at 987.

Seeing that Lao Tzu was still suspicious of Ji Void and the Twelve Holy Venerables, the Tongtian sect master on one side remembered the words of Qin Xuan's exhortation before leaving, and suddenly showed a displeased look on his face.

"I advise the two brothers to remember the commandments of the master of martial arts. If you lift a stone and hit your own feet, don't blame me for not reminding me."

"you……"

Lao Tzu was choked, and his face was also displeased.

But Tongtian sect master didn't want to argue with him at all, and went directly across the space back to his sect, leaving behind Lao Tzu and Yuanshi Tianzun with a face full of anger.

The Taoist Sanqing, who was transformed by the clear energy of the primordial spirit after Pangu's death, has changed from the same spirit at the beginning to the opposite and parted ways now.

On the Zhuolu Plain at this time, the only people lying on the ground were the dead. The Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan led the Yanhuang tribe and the remnants of the surrendered Jiuli tribe to leave Zhuolu and go to rectify the human race that had experienced a great chaos. tribe.

After this war provoked by the Jiuli tribe, it completely changed the pattern of the entire human race. From the original scene of various tribes, it became the Yanhuang tribe unified the entire human race.

From then on, there was only one human race, that is, Yanhuang, and the human race's dominance was completely established in the entire prehistoric era, and it entered the Huaxia era. ."

Chapter [-] The Promise of Emperor Xuan

The bleak cold wind swept across the plains, not even wanting to stay on this forgotten battlefield.

With long purple hair fluttering with the cold wind, Qin Xuan stood calmly on the blood-stained Zhuolu Plain, looking at a lonely figure who was tirelessly digging huge deep pits in the plain.

Those deep pits buried all the lives that died on the Zhuolu battlefield, whether it was the human race or the witch race.

After the Lich War, the surviving Ancestral Witch Houtu incarnated into the Six Paths of Reincarnation for the sake of all living beings in the wild, complementing the missing parts of the world because of Qin Xuan. As for the Witch Race, there are only a few thousand left.

Years of blind resentment led the Wu clan to go down the road of complete destruction due to the bewitchment of the Heavenly Slaughter Star. Now, with the end of the calamity, the entire Wu clan no longer exists.

The corpses of Great Wu Xiangliu, Feng Bo, Yu Shi and other Wu people lay quietly in front of Xingtian.

Xing Tian was silent for a long time, and finally waved his weapons to bury them together in the deep pit.

Since then, the Wu clan has completely disappeared in the wild. Even though Xing Tian has been given the will of immortality by Qin Xuan to survive, he is no longer the great shaman he used to be.

The seven orifices were deceived, which led him to take the Wu people on the wrong path. Therefore, when Qin Xuan gave Xingtian the will of immortality to come back to life, Xingtian abandoned his head chopped off by Ji Kongkong and was willing to use his breasts as his eyes. The navel is the mouth, and he pays for his sins in the form of hatred by the audience.

"If the Twelve Ancestors were willing, the deity could also resurrect them and return."

Qin Xuan walked to Xing Tian and said.

"As a strong person, even if you fight calmly and die in the hands of the opponent, you still have no regrets."

The Twelve Ancestors are authentic Pangu, with the same arrogant dignity as the Sanqing. Qin Xuan defeated the twelve of them and led them to the martial arts to become saints, but in the face of their own fate, they did not ask Qin Xuan shot, still fighting against the demon clan, and facing his own death calmly.

They have their own arrogance, respect Qin Xuan, follow Qin Xuan, but the Twelve Ancestors will never look down on themselves, Qin Xuan respects their own choices, so they have not resurrected the heroic spirits of the Twelve Ancestors from the long river.

"There is nothing wrong with facing fate calmly, and there is no ability to change, at least this life has no regrets, this emperor resurrected you, and asked you to pay for the wrongs of the Wu clan." "

"When the sins are repaid, the name of your God of War can be preserved for eternity, and you will be freed."

"The sinner takes orders."