At this moment, the blood flowing out of the silence turned golden in an instant, and his body at this time seemed to have undergone a reborn change, and a powerful aura overflowed from his body. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The blood veins in his body seemed to feel his unwillingness, his expectations, and his wishes.

At this moment, Uncle Huang, who was not far away, seemed to feel it, and his face showed joy, and he nodded in approval.

Silently feeling the changes in his body, his face showed joy, and at this time he finally knew what Kailing was, Kailing is the first step for a person to truly stand up to the heavens and the earth, not relying on others, relying on himself.

Feeling that no one can help him, he chooses to accept it, or resist, resist the enlightenment, and accept it is death.

There is no weakness in the clan of the ancient gods, he is the clan of the ancient gods, he is not a weakling.

Silence burst out at this moment with an unprecedentedly powerful punch, this punch was earth-shattering, this punch shook all directions, this was a real ancient god punch.

Bang, the Red Flame Tiger was directly blasted away, and it turned into flesh and blood on the rock.

He walked over slowly, Kai Lingcheng, the blood flowing out of the other party will be proof, he raised his finger and stabbed into the center of the Red Flame Tiger's eyebrows, the eyebrow blood, that is, the soul blood, is the condensation of the Red Flame Tiger's most powerful power, at this time it was stained by his fingers, and with his other hand, he tore the clothes he sewed with animal skins, suddenly revealing his strong chest, and he drew a trace of the Red Flame Tiger's soul blood.

Then Silent Death slowly stood up and walked outside.

At this time, the silence and the silence when he came in seemed to be a different person, and the silence that walked in still carried a trace of weakness and a trace of confusion and hesitation, but now the silence is indomitable, this may be an ancient god, but it seems to have lost something.

But Mo Yan didn't find it, but Ji Hai was keenly aware of it, he could feel everything about Mo Yan, he was Mo Yan, although he couldn't describe what Mo Yan lost, he must have lost something, and this thing was left in this cave.

Silent followed Uncle Huang back, and they were in a village.

The village was huge, and after the return of the Silent Death, the people of the Old Gods let out cheers to celebrate the Old Gods having filled in with one more Kailai Clan.

And those little ancient gods who were not yet sixteen years old all showed their expectations.

Time passed slowly, and he died at the age of thirty this year, and at this time he was returning with his people, and it was the ancient demon who was the opposite of the old gods.

It was as if the ancient demons and the ancient gods were inherently enemies, and there was no possibility of reconciliation.

Feeling a little tired, he went to the center of the tribe, where the lord of the tribe lived at that time.

He walked in.

The patriarch looked old, as if he might die at any time.

"Silence my new patriarch, why do I feel the hesitation in your heart!" The voice of the clan is also vicissitudes, with a sense of endless years.

"Clan Lord, why are we fighting with the Ancient Demons, and what do we have to do with the Ancient Demons?" Mo Yan looked at the clan lord and asked.

The clan lord sighed and said, "Now that you have become the patriarch, it's time to tell you something!" ”

Mo Yan froze, he didn't expect that there was really something he didn't know.

"In fact, the ancient gods are also ancient demons, the choice is different, the normal is different, the result will be different, our choice is to move forward, we are using the ancient mysticism, using the blood of the ancient gods as the base, and the ancient demons are different, the ancient demons do not compromise the means, use everything to improve their strength, devour the root of all things, their supernatural powers, destroy everything!"

"This is the ancient gods and ancient demons, just like the gods and demons back then, we are all remnants of gods and demons, and our evolution is different!"

With a sense of vicissitudes, the clan lord slowly recounted.

"Then why should we fight with them, they have no competing interests with us!"

Mo Yan suddenly asked suspiciously.

The patriarch touched Mo Yan's head, just as an elder stroked the head of a junior, and said with a look of anticipation: "It's not that we want to fight with them, but they want to fight with us, they want our blood, our spirit, our bones, because they think that they have us, and they will become perfect!" ”

"Silent Death, you should know that the ancient gods are not perfect, the ancient gods are more perfect than all things and races, but they are still imperfect, so we have to cultivate, we have to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to absorb, break through our own limits, and reach the perfection of the gods back then, so that we have the opportunity to find the roots, and the path of perfection of the ancient demons is to devour us and achieve them with ourselves!"

Mo Yan understood, he had no hesitation, no doubts, and some of the hearts of the people who were protective of his clansmen.

He had spent his life protecting the Horde, and Silent believed that if the world didn't change, he would continue to do so.

The ancient gods and ancient demons have a long lifespan, and in the first day of Mo Yi, he and a man named Mo Ban led by the ancient demons were fighting, and the two had been fighting for more than a hundred years, and they had not yet decided the real winner.

"Silence, your body will make me a stepping stone for the Heavenly Demons!" Moban has long red hair and laughs wildly.

"Silent Spot, you will die at my hands!"

The two fought together.

At this moment, the sky rumbled, and a majestic aura with the aura of destruction emerged.

This breath destroys everything, destroys everything, and everyone who touches it dies and turns into golden blood.

Mo Yan and Mo Ban glanced at each other, Mo Mo turned around and left, but Mo Ban did not give up, this is the choice of the two.

The silent group is home, the silent group thinks of itself, the ethnic group is just a passing cloud for the silent group, and its own eternity is eternal.

Silent Death was extremely fast, and Silent Spot followed far away, and his two were about the same speed.

When Mo Yan returned to the clan, Mo Yan's eyes were bleeding and tears, his clan was destroyed, the air carried the smell of blood, and the clan that had guarded his body fell in front of his eyes, and the earth trembled, and then collapsed and collapsed, and disappeared in front of Mo Yan's eyes, and all the people he knew were dead.

Only Mo Yan and Mo Ban are not dead, it seems that there is an invisible hand that controls all this, destroying the ancient gods and ancient demons, leaving only two people, as if to watch the unfinished fight between the two.

Silent in the fall of the clan perished, there was no interest in fighting, and the ancient gods themselves disappeared.

There was a monstrous anger in my ears.

"Silence, wherever you hide, I will find you, and you will eventually be devoured by me!"

Silent walking in the starry sky, walking through a mountain and walking through a water.

A hundred years of time is like a cloud of smoke, a hundred years is a sublimation for silence, a promotion, the unrelenting meaning of his ancient gods, gradually disappeared in his heart, replaced by a kind of insipidity of all things.

To fight or not to fight, only in a thought.

One day he walked out of a planet and looked up at the sky, where there was an eye.