Flick your fingers to destroy the gods, this ......"

The face of the immortals in the hall is like earth, and Yuan Jinjia's strength is obvious to all on weekdays, otherwise he would not be qualified to stand on this Jinluan Palace, but such a divine general is in charge, and his divine sense has been wiped out!

The voice outside the door continued to say lightly:

"The heavens are dead, and all ways should stand. ”

"You...... Investigate...... Who the hell is it?" the Purple Mansion Realm voice struggled to keep quiet.

Jiang Changan also looked out, only to hear the sound of gentle footsteps like ordinary people getting closer and closer, until a white-clothed and white-haired figure came into view, his eyebrows and eyes were still covered with a faint mist, and it was difficult to find out what the Bodhi eyes were.

Jiang Changan was stunned: "He...... He's not ......"

He remembered clearly that the white-haired middle-aged man in front of him was the person he saw on the Nai He Bridge in his previous life, and it was this person who handed over the Shenfu Mirror to him, strictly speaking, he left the Shenfu Mirror in his body early, and in the past Jiangzhou Forest, when he faced Wang Qiu Ming, the chief disciple of Mu Huaqing of the Alchemy Gate of Lingxiao Palace, he had the help of the Shenfu Mirror.

The man in front of him was the true master of the Divine Mansion Mirror? What was he sacred? He was able to create such a divine treasure? Not to mention opening up the primeval spiritual power heaven and earth into it, he opened up the secret realm of the eight directions, and each of them had produced great benefits to him and benefited him a lot, and this alone made Jiang Changan feel grateful and reverent.

Who is this man?

"Immortals talk about the world and master the universe, how can they care about the name of an ordinary man?"

Jiang Chang'an could clearly see the indifferent and hideous smile on the face of the Divine Emperor, his expression was like eating a large ball of flies, and the celestial beings in the audience had their own magical powers, and they were still talking eloquently as if they had everything in their hands.

A few catties and taels of himself and Yuan Jinjia are not worth mentioning in front of him, and at this time, he will only die worse if he is the first bird.

"Fanatics, do you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick?!"

The God Emperor flicked his sleeves and was furious, but this anger did not last long.

The sky was completely boiling, a piece of blue and purple and a piece of crystal, the fall of the God Emperor for thousands of years was unheard of, and the grand occasion of the fall of the God Emperor was even more unseen.

Jiang Changan was completely stunned by what he saw in front of him, the chief golden chair of the main hall

The middle-aged man, who was majestic and full of nobility in his conversation, was motionless, his whole body peeling off and withering like the bark of a dead tree, and then there was a bloody rain of killing.

One by one, the immortals were killed, and the white-haired man stood safely outside the world, and every time he made a move, there would always be ashes scattered in Sumeru.

Jiang Changan felt a chill in the back of his head, and after seeing that there was no support outside the hall for a long time, he suddenly realized something, and looked back - countless immortal corpses were scattered on the ground like petals, spreading from his feet to ten miles and hundreds of miles away.

The corpses of these immortals did not melt, as if to show the indignation of the perpetrators, and the corpses were all over the field, the blood flowed like rivers, and the sensory impact was full.

One after another immortals fell, Jiang Changan and Mo Cang both had solemn faces, and at some point, they suddenly heard that there was a little more human touch in this hall where loud noises were strictly prohibited.

- Any dead and silent place will become human as long as there is more lively sound, even if the lively sound is a hiss, a cry, a roar.

It didn't take long for these lively sounds to become less and less, smaller and weaker, like a bazaar, until they disappeared.

"Kill the Immortals!"

Jiang Changan was shocked and muttered, there was only one person who could slaughter immortals, this was a person, as he himself said, an ordinary man, but how could he have the divine power to kill immortals?

At this moment, Jiang Changan's face suddenly turned pale, and he was stunned, the hairs on his whole body stood up at this moment, and a cool and strong wind was cold from the back of his head to his heels, and his whole body was soaked, as if he had seen the devil, no, he had seen the devil, and he could still look indifferent on the Huangquan Road. But all this feeling in front of me is absolutely a thousand times more terrifying.

What did he see?

Eyes, whose eyes?

The white-haired man's face was facing his direction, Jiang Changan didn't look at his hazy appearance, but there was no one else in the position he was locked in, and it was certain that the white-haired man's eyes were staring at his face, staring at him deadly.

This pair of eyes were like thousands of iron nails that hit their hearts at the same time, and they walked around the Huangquan Ferry in an instant.

"This ...... How is it possible? No, it can! No way!" Mo Cang was also completely stunned by this moment: "How could it be

Can anyone see through the Reverse Atractylodes? This is what happened on the Immortal Gate hundreds of thousands of years ago, and we have been separated from him for a full 100,000 years! How many capable people are strong, and the Saint Emperor has sunk in this cruel long river?"

After a long time, the man seemed to be stunned, and as if he understood something, he chuckled miserably.

Strode to the highest point of the Golden Palace, and raised his hand to engrave on the magnificent golden jade courtyard pillar:

Killing immortals is the only way to live, and there is no ancient heaven in the world!

The wind was cold, like a knife!

Jiang Chang'an is based abroad, but he has this grotesque and urgent feeling, just like someone carrying a hemp rope wrapped around his neck, completely suffocating.

The clouds covered the sky with colorful clouds and night, and there was blood-colored rain in the air—the blood of the immortals was also red. They are supreme immortals, but just as they see this scene, the immortals will be afraid, and the immortals will cry.

Now he is the only one who has witnessed all this, although he has also killed many people, although these are also the celestials he hates, but when he sees the corpses piled up in the city and the death of a civilization, his heart is inevitably heavy.

After a long time, Jiang Changan said in a deep voice: "Go back." ”

A black light ignited from Mo Cang's fingertips, and suddenly his gaze fell on the position where the Immortal Ancestor left in the main hall, and his eyes flashed with starlight: "Boy, what is that?"

On the gold and jade slab, there was a cyan jade note, the size of a palm, with three words written on it in gold lacquer-

"These three words are mottled, boy, can you see clearly......? What is the Demon Sutra?"

"Demon Dao Sutra!" Jiang Changan exclaimed violently.

"Demon Sutra"!

In the past, in the Sacred Palace of the Four Elephants Secret Realm where the Great Demon was trapped in the Absolute Dust Valley of Linxian Peak, the peerless gatekeeper woman once accidentally mentioned, "Earlier, the Demon Emperor Dongfang Jumang searched all over Kyushu, and saw the bold words of the Immortal Ancestor in a fragment of an ancient book called "Demon Dao Sutra".

As for the "Demon Dao Sutra", it is rumored that it is a holy treasure left by the ancestor of the Immortal Slasher, even the first one has only heard a few words, and he is deeply impressed by the mystery, and even the ins and outs of the six-character proverb are inextricably linked with this "Demon Dao Sutra".

It's a god!

And now, this canon is in front of us!