“...... The Demon God is here...... Dungeon Riot...... Crisis...... New World ......"

There were only bits of incoherent information coming out of the miserable sword, but with just a few words, the White Tiger Supreme suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Demon God!"

The existence that can be called a demon god by a peerless figure in the late stage of magic is not those innate gods in the demon world, those who are also god-level existences, but the main god who is in the clouds and looks down on the whole world, so that the entire human race is greatly oppressed.

And the main god who lives in the abyss of the earth has not appeared for many years, since the beginning of the first war of gods and demons, just like the supreme of the human race, he has not appeared in the heaven and earth, and the whole world has nothing worth paying attention to.

At that time, the four supremes of the human race attracted a little attention from them, but when the four supremes were injured and Xuanyuan supreme fell, there was nothing in the world that could attract the attention of the main god.

They all live in the clouds, looking down on the world, and they have never done anything for I don't know how many years, and now they have appeared again.

"What the hell is going on?"

The White Tiger Supreme was unprecedentedly dignified, and the joy of recovering his cultivation ahead of time had just been swept away.

Powerful power condensed on the broken sword, reconcentrating the incomplete spiritual thoughts.

And this time he felt even more surprise in his heart, the spiritual intent of the long sword that was broken in two was extremely strong, it was already the strongest under the Supreme, and it was a top powerhouse he had never known.

And the power of smashing this long sword into several pieces, he is also very familiar with it, it is divine power.

This shows that the Lord God has truly appeared.

"Mostima, Lord of Souls, is him. ”

The White Tiger Supreme's expression became more and more solemn, and his powerful power was condensed, and he felt more from the broken long sword.

Originally, the information condensed on the long sword should be complete and clear, more comprehensive, but once hit by a main god, if it weren't for the fact that the person who mastered this long sword was infinitely close to the Supreme, he was the most terrifying Terran powerhouse, and even the little bit of information that was now missing would not be left.

If it was the original White Tiger Supreme, there was nothing to be done about this incomplete information, but now that the White Tiger Holy Beast was fused into its body, it made a further breakthrough in his realm, making it closer to the realm of the ancestral god, so it could do more.

Infinite golden power condensed at his fingertips, allowing the original mutilated long sword to recover little by little, and slowly recondense into a long sword, as if time was going backwards.

And that original message began to turn into one picture after another.

The dark red moonlight sprinkled all over the land of the Demon Realm, and suddenly the entire sky turned golden, and an unimaginable existence descended, and no one dared to look directly at that scene.

All living beings prostrate on the ground to meet the supreme being, not that no one looked up, but all the creatures that looked up and gazed at the great and indescribable being died in an instant, and turned to ashes.

The White Tiger Supreme clenched his fists, no one was more familiar with this scene than him, it was the scene when the main god came, and the gods could not look at it directly.

The level of life of the ancestral god has surpassed the imagination of living beings, and just gazing is a terrible blasphemy, which will make living beings fall directly into madness and die.

"When the Lord God appears, what is he going to do?"

The heart of the White Tiger Supreme was raised, if there are still enemies of the gods in the world, except for the gods themselves, there is only the primeval world.

But the powerful Lord God appeared in the Demon Realm, but not in the primeval world.

There is definitely an earth-shattering secret in this.

Not only did he have this idea, but all the top powerhouses in the Ancient Temple who saw this scene had such a thought in their hearts, and they all changed color at the same time.

The main god did not intervene directly, but brought them a greater impact, and they couldn't help but recall the first war of gods and demons, as well as the many humiliating treaties signed by the human race after the first war of gods and demons.

The picture continues to flow, but it is a little incoherent, as if it was broken in the middle, and it jumped directly to the dungeon of the Demon Realm.

In the cold and damp dungeon of the Demon Realm, a dark river runs through the entire dungeon, and countless dry bones of human feet lie in the river, and many of the dry bones have grown on top of the hideous bone spurs that have been demonized.

And in that cold, damp dungeon full of the smell of death, countless Terran cultivators sat in the dungeon in a depressed spirit.

The cultivators in the primeval temple couldn't help but feel a pain in their hearts, they were all their compatriots, but they were also sent into the demon realm by their own hands, because the first god and demon war was defeated, this is a humiliating treaty signed with the demon world, every once in a while, a group of human races must be sent to the demon world.

Let them become the blood food of the demons, this is the greatest shame of the human race.

The White Tiger Supreme had a painful look on his face, especially when he saw the bones all over the ground in the river that was flowing quietly and full of sewage, and his powerful divine thoughts allowed him to distinguish the approximate number of bones in just an instant, and the bones lying in the sewage exceeded 300,000.

That's 300,000 heroic souls.

"This can't be avoided when I'm asleep, now that I've recovered, these former Terran heroic souls shouldn't bury themselves in the Bone Demon Realm, I will personally pick them up. ”

The White Tiger Supreme's deep words resounded in the Terran Temple, causing a wave of joy in the hearts of every high-ranking Terran Temple.

And the next moment, in the calm picture, all the human races were shocked, and a silver-white sword light suddenly flashed, tearing through all the cages.

And the Demon Realm cultivator who was in charge of patrolling and guarding the dungeon was killed by that sword light in an instant.

At the same time, a deep voice sounded in the ears of all human cultivators.

"Are you afraid of death?"

"Hey, I wanted to die for a long time, but Lao Tzu can't commit suicide in the dungeon of the Demon Realm, suicide here is a bad seed, and Lao Tzu will die in Taikoo. ”

A man with thick bones, but only skin and bones remained, shouted.

"Death, is it better to be in this situation than to die now?"

A young man in a wide robe laughed at himself, looking at the bones of his compatriots everywhere, at the cultivator who was sitting in the dungeon numbly.

At this moment, the numb cultivator was still sitting in a sluggish position, gathering all his spirits.

Even if all the guards and all the patrolmen were dead, they had no intention of rioting.

That doesn't make sense, there have been many such riots in the dungeons of the Demon Realm, but after each Terran riot, those dead Terran cultivators will be filled with new cultivators, and the Demon Realm will kill them, and then ask the primeval for more cultivators.

Everyone understands this truth, so they do their best to gather all the essence and spirit, all in order to be able to live in the demon realm dungeon for a longer period of time, and every once in a while, there will be corresponding creatures to extract essence from them, so that they have no way to become stronger, and even decline step by step.

If such days continue, everyone will die.

But they didn't commit suicide, but delayed as long as they could, because when they died, a new Terran would be asked to come here.

They fought against the Terrans in the most desperate way, trying to buy more time for the Terrans and take on the unbearable responsibilities.

The old voice in the darkness understood this, and he let out a long sigh, for himself and for the many Terrans in this land.

"This time it was not a senseless resistance, the Lord God had descended. ”

In the darkness, the eyes of all the Terran cultivators lit up.

"This time we will die, but we must find out the purpose of the Lord God, and whoever will die with me. ”

All the cultivators in the dungeon stood up.

"May I die!"

The people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death.

"Let's be together, then!"

There was a loud laugh in the darkness, and then a pair of silver-gray eyes lit up in the dungeon, and all the cultivators were engulfed by those eyes.

On this day, the dungeon of the Demon Realm was broken, and among them, the 200,000 cultivators of the Race and the many more than one million cultivators who had been swallowed by the figure who had cultivated the Sword Body Dafa for many years, and who had given them shelter went to die together and rushed into the world passage of the Demon Realm.