What is a demon, the embodiment of obsession, and the extreme sex!

What is a demon, the heavens inherit negative karma, and the fall of extreme yin!

What is a demon, full of bones, killing and destroying!

What is a demon, full of resentment, tyrannical disaster!

What is a demon, the earth embraces the mourning, and the sin is armor!

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The thunderbolt fell from the clear sky, shocking the eternal desolation, a pair of eyes that can perceive the heaven and the earth, looking up to the sky and seeing, holy, descending on the bitter Helen is often there!

The immeasurable holy light baptizes the world, the silent dark canopy becomes a thing of the past, and the gloomy Helen is as dark as the bitter Helen of Senluo Ghost Prison, breaking through the darkness of eternity.

The bloody minced flesh at the corners of his mouth spit out, washed his teeth, and learned to make a fire.

Creatures who have no clothes and do not know how to be honest begin to realize what it is, what shame is, and what civilization is.

The establishment of the primitive society is the beginning of all hopes, and the eyes that are full of hope are full of hope, but from life to death, they have no choice but to close their eyes.

The next generation is heroic, powerful, and in control of everything, and continues to wait in detail, they believe that hope lies in this life.

However, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, and perhaps even longer, the fall of the power of the sky.

Hope, with only deeper despair.

Unwilling, roaring, indifferent, dominating the creatures of heaven and earth, they don't mind everything becoming a failure.

Tired of waiting, I looked down on hope, my eyes were cold, and the sky collapsed between my palms.

The Battle of the Barbarian Ancients, this is the first great destruction after the awakening of civilization, many barbarian gods, demonic beasts, ancient venerables, and the chapter of killing and killing, want to break the bitter Helen and open the fate of this imprisonment.

It was as if the heavens had played a joke on them, and just when many supernatural powers were fighting until all laws were silent and the world was ruined, the holy light once again illuminated the void and led a new civilization.

vomiting blood and unwillingness, but they passed away like this, and it is difficult for the epic of civilization to record this past, only this line of words:

Myths before civilization!

In the battle of the Barbarian Ancients, too many barbarian beasts, demonic beasts, and ancient clans were buried, and they fought until all the creatures were wiped out, the great world withered, and the sea became ruins.

The boundless tragedy has cut off civilization and rewritten heaven and earth.

The years are long, and the buds of the new era are germinating in the ruins, verdant, strong, and thriving.

The dawn of the wilderness, the Terrans, the protagonist of the new era.

Emperor Ji Lin, a generation of female emperors, peerless, peerless, peerless, once killed the ten ancestors of Senluo, ended the battle of the ancient Emperor Ji Lin, with the emperor to open a new era.

Dressed in the cloak of myth and primordial, with a pair of eyes, looking at the sky, she is the leader of civilization, the navigator of the century, the insight into the truth of human nature, the insight into the evolution of nature, and finally disappeared in the long river of history.

On the eve of the ancestors, in the name of the sages, the civilization was deduced, the way and reason of the world were understood, the tower of the sevenfold sages was built, the civilization was refined, and the human race ushered in a brilliant and brilliant era of peace, which is the most brilliant pearl in history, prosperous and prosperous, and the world was the same.

The splendor of the Tower of the Philosophers illuminates this time.

But darkness never rejects oppression, they lie dormant and forbearance, inflicting wounds in the deepest corners, where the shadows are dense and the dark thunder is in the sky, and they rise against the world in their old age at night, bulldozing the world's grand scene, and concluding eternal darkness.

The old age of the evening night is stained with blood and darkness.

The Demon Begins Heavenly Punishment, which is the darkness that runs through the epic, climbing countless corpses and bones, and being buried for thousands of generations.

The era of demons is the end of eternity, the era of the beginning of the devil, even if it is a demon, it is difficult to survive, all creatures in the world are facing absolute collapse, and the bitter Helen is often facing the most severe magic test since its birth.

In order to escape the destruction of the Demon Beginning, countless living beings were exiled and left foamy, and more living beings comprehended the ability to open up the heavens and the earth, open up different time and space, and hide in it.

This time, known in history as the Great Dark Age, dragged the light into hell and buried it in the nineteenth layer, the most extreme purgatory.

The world is always repeated, an era has passed, and another era has been used to take over, and I don't know when it began, the power of the devil gradually dissipated, and the world began to be shrouded by another force, this era is extremely short in history, but since then, the cultivators in the world have one more system, the beast soul cultivation.

The rise of the zodiac, a person called Xuanhuang, a creature who seems to have condensed the cosmic desolation, shook the cosmic desolation when he was born, led the demon of fate, and opened up an era.

Xuanhuang opened up the world and planned the Three Realms.

Since then, Ku Helen has often been officially planned as the Three Realms, the upper part of the Floating Realm, the middle part of the Floating Valley, the lower part of the Floating Quiet, Xuanhuang with peerless energy, between the Three Realms cast a road, this road runs through the Three Realms, with a total of 108,000 curves, all the way to the unknown end.

This road, known as the road of suffering, since ancient times, countless living beings have embarked on this road, have been walking, looking forward to the end of the road, but the years are long, time is like a shuttle, this road has buried endless dry bones, countless creatures on this road to fall, whether there is someone to the end, no one knows.

The person who holds the life was born in another dark period, when the consciousness perception of the three demon gods is almost all over the 108,000 bends, the entire human race, almost completely destroyed, the person who holds the life takes the seeds of the tree of the man, and plants it in some special bends, the tree of the man grows and sprouts, inspiring some mysteries of the road of suffering since ancient times, but where the tree of mortals is located, all thoughts and souls are turned into its nutrients, and the will of the demon god is cut off inch by inch, but instead feeds the tree of the man, and the tree of the man rises to the sky, this darkness is finally flattened by the tree of man, or it can also be said to be flattened by the person who is killed, but who is the person who is killed, what does it look likeWhether it's a man or a woman, no one ever knows.

In the following years, the tree of human beings bloomed, the flower of human nature, and the fruit of life, although the tree of human beings was difficult to bear fruit, but the title clan was still born.

The years are long, the infinite time flows, the legend of the saint has long been forgotten by the world, only some ancient relics, ancient classics, will remain a few words.

Emperor Ji Lin, in the years, was given the name of God, but in later generations, more people have forgotten her.

At night, Xuanhuang has become a legendary existence, because the era is too long.

The person who took the title has been forgotten in the blink of history, this person who continues the fault line of history, has not been remembered by people from the beginning, and under the torrent of history, his name has never splashed a wave.

The past is gone, and the future continues.

In the area where the seventh bend of the Path of Tribulation is located, an ancient tribe religiously worships a name:

Mo Jiu Ge.

This is a strong man who came out of this tribe in modern times, all the way to the sky, killed too many evils, and finally fell silent in Pulau.

That was a thousand years ago, and the Mo tribe was able to produce a figure comparable to the emperors, and the name of the seventh bend was widely spread among the Three Realms.

The passage of time over the millennium has changed many things.

Ups and downs, thousands of years have passed, the most unfortunate thing happened, the Mo tribe located in Longshou Mountain for thousands of years, collapsed three years ago and became ruins.

Only a very small number fled in disgrace.

This is not the end of the nightmare, but the beginning of a new round of tragedy.

Those who survived, temporarily escaped the doom of death, but could not escape the judgment from fate.

This land is never peaceful, and a group of wanderers whose organization has collapsed can only become drowning lambs in this troubled world.

They wandered the land and then lost their lives under the claws of greed, and a father and son spent a month in this environment before being sent to the region's most notorious Black Mist Mountains.

It is an iron ore mountain range rich in black horn iron.

They were branded as slaves, and after breaking the martial veins, they were thrown here, and the slaves who entered here would never be able to get out.

This mountain range is dark, full of blood and violence, where lives are lost every day, and blood and sweat water it, making it the dirtiest and most spitable place.

People are disgusted here.

Because the ferromagnetism of the Black Mist Mountain Range will make people insane, coupled with the fact that the Black Mist Mountain Range has been black and foggy for many years, it is deep and dark, which makes people panic and avoid it.

This mountain range is home to a large number of slaves and slaves, who oppress slaves, who gather ore and transport it out by specialized teams.

Slaves rotate every once in a while, and although the time is not entirely accurate, most of them are able to escape mental confusion and then be killed.

But slaves were not so lucky, they often only survived for a few years, and most of them eventually died unexpectedly for various reasons.

The father and son survived here for three years, and during this time, they also hoped that someone would be able to rescue them, because there were still many people scattered outside the Mo tribe, and if they learned about the disaster of the Mo tribe, it was impossible for them to sit idly by.

Because, this Mo tribe is the root tribe of the Mo clan that has been inherited for thousands of years, the ancestral tribe, and the statue of the ancestor who led the rise of the Mo clan is located here, which is the root of the Mo clan.

Three years later, the father's spirit finally hallucinated, often seeing strange things and doing things that were unimaginable.

This was a common occurrence in this mountain range, and soon, the group members who were assigned to a group walked away directly, only a teenager in his teens roared in horror and forcibly interrupted his strange behavior.

The father was sober and his eyes were dark, and they both knew what that meant.

"Take care of yourself!"

Mo Feng smiled bitterly, after all, he didn't wait.

The boy nodded silently.

From the cheerful and lively three years ago, to the silent and cold now, the young man's mentality has changed little by little.

The world is helpless, and it is the most abrasive.

Someone tipped-off, the evil slave soon appeared, and the end was already doomed.

Mo Feng's nostalgic eyes moved away, and his mind drifted back to the past.

At that time, nothing had happened, he had a loving wife, and a lively and cheerful son, and the whole family lived in a quiet and carefree mountain forest full of greenery.

He misses the green waters and green mountains, and misses the tenderness at that time.

However, there is no going back.

Bang.

The rocks of the iron mine are very hard, and Mo Feng doesn't want to die at the hands of evil slaves, so he can only die on this notorious black iron mine.

With the bursting of blood and brains, as well as the angry roar of the evil slave, the young man's brain was suddenly congested, and he was stunned for a moment.

He watched numbly as the group of evil slaves dragged the corpse away, his face bloodless.

The long trail of blood dragged across the ground, which was terrifying, but the boy had no tears, and was silent to death.

The evil slave looked around him, although it was not clear what their relationship was, but the young man's expression was too strange, and after a few whips he gave him a few lashes, he cursed and left.

In the days that followed, the boy was still numb to mining, as if nothing had happened, he didn't know what he should do, what he could do, and there was only one thought in his heart, that is, to live.

His father waited for someone to come to his rescue, from life to death, would he be the same? He didn't dare to think, but he knew that rebellion must be death, and this was the cruelty of countless riots.

There will never be a single escape, only more blood will be shed to water this filthy land.

The boy is numb and waits for life, but the sky never favors the poor person, one day, two days, one month, two months, spring goes to autumn, and in the blink of an eye it is another three years.

The boy was numb like a machine, the people around him changed stubble after stubble, he had seen countless madness with his own eyes, some people swallowed ore, some people disemboweled, and some people went on a killing spree.

Eventually, a corpse was dragged out, but he was still alive.

It was a miracle to be able to live here for six years, and many evil slaves had an impression of him, just because he had been alive, albeit numb.

For years, the boy never spoke, perhaps having forgotten how to speak.

In the dreary night, the unknown beast let out a strange roar in the black mist, and a pair of green eyes, it seemed that they were forever dissatisfied with their desires, and they watched everything greedily.

The Black Mist Mountains are a gathering place for blackness and crime, and violence and blood are the themes here.

As soon as the sky was dark, a pitch-black shadow burst out of the misty jungle and entered the gathering place of humans, instantly devouring an evil slave who was wielding a long whip.

"Rong Snake, it's Rong Snake!"

The rest of the evil slaves looked frightened and fled in panic, but to no avail, no matter how they ran, they still couldn't withstand the snake's brief swimming.

In one breath, he devoured six people in a row, his body propped up, swelled into sections, and then dragged his bloated body back into the dense forest.

Five evil slaves, and one flesh-wrenched slave, no one was spared.