In the Zhuxian array, Hongjun first entered the fairy sword gate, which has the effect of reversing yin and yang. The world evolves with yin and yang, which represents heaven and earth, day and night, cold and heat...... Even on behalf of vitality and death, the reversal of yin and yang means the opposite of life and death, the disorder of day and night, the reversal of cold and heat, the latter is not a big problem for Hongjun, he has been in a dark chaotic world for many years, for him many times inadvertently is a yuan meeting, and the opposite of anger and death is his biggest nemesis, in the past years, although he majored in the way of creation, but the three thousand avenues are the places where there is a bypass, in order to better understand the meaning of creation, he has also consulted many other ways, Later, he got the creation jade and added wings, but he did not completely experience the way of destruction and destruction that was the opposite of his own extreme, although he understood in his heart that the ultimate vitality meant another level of destruction, but when he was trapped in this immortal sword gate, he had this more profound experience.

In the sword array, there was an endless plain, growing turquoise grass, boundless, without edges, he could feel that this was the most ordinary plant, without the slightest spiritual power.

Hongjun walked slowly in it, and gradually he found that he seemed to have lost his cultivation, and here he realized that he had never been weak, he felt very tired, although he didn't know how far he had gone, and the terrible thing was that this heavy feeling did not weaken with the passage of time, on the contrary, it became heavier and heavier, and later every step required great energy, as if there was some strange existence in this empty space, so that he almost fell into it and couldn't come out, The feeling that the whole body was glued and could not be separated made Hongjun feel very difficult.

Hongjun is a very resolute god, in the chaotic period, he was almost the first born of gods and demons, at that time the chaos was lifeless, he was the only living being, he walked slowly in the boundless chaos of the air, tempered the body, watched the birth of countless gods and demons, if there was no great perseverance, he was afraid that he would have gone crazy in that darkness. Now, although the cultivation is strange, but his understanding of the Tao has not faded, and gradually when he adapts to this space, he finds that the spiritual power is also quietly born, he decided to use his meager spiritual power to give birth to weeds, and wants to use the vitality of the grass to explore the path, after all, in the final analysis, the four formations of the immortals are still killing arrays, and the vitality is the most sensitive to the murderous aura.

However, when he did this, he realized that as if he had been contaminated with something in an instant, these little grasses all withered, as if they had touched some terrible existence.

Yang is born, Yin is killed, and Yin and Yang are reversed, anger becomes death, Hongjun looked at a gray and dark scene that spread from his feet and killed the withering grass, and the grass and trees on the side seemed to have eaten some panacea for a piece of vitality, the idea of not penetrating before in this moment is blessed with the heart, the so-called creation is not only on behalf of vitality, the so-called anger and death are not without change, there are thousands of lives in this world, but if there is no death of life, it is always imperfect, Creation is not only the creation of life, but also the creation of death.

In exchange for the rest of his development and growth, Hongjun suddenly shed tears for some reason, for the tragedy of dying and the vastness of tenacious survival!

As his mind moved, a man dressed in white appeared next to him, the same appearance as him, but the other side was softer and more compassionate, Han Yi waved his sleeves, and the Creation Jade Disc appeared in the air, and the man in white saluted him, turned around and escaped into the Creation Jade Plate.

The scenery in front of me turned, and the fairy sword door was broken!

For a moment, Hongjun lost consciousness, but when he woke up again, he found that he had become a cub.

With the support of his soft limbs, he slowly stood up on the ground, because his movements were not skillful and even he wrestled repeatedly, even if he was as calm as Hongjun, there were moments of mental disorder, he staggered and walked but fell asleep because of his lack of support.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a rough cave, where he was lying before was covered with soft beast fur and some soft grass and trees, which were somewhat similar to the cave where cats and beasts once lived, but he finally understood that he was only afraid that he was still in one of the remaining three sword formations of Killing Immortals, Zhu Immortals, and Absolute Immortals, so he was comfortable with the situation he was in.

As a Meng Ji who wants to achieve the strength of an adult beast, Hongjun obviously still has a long way to go, and as a Cun Zài who is at the peak of his strength and does not eat and drink all year round, it is obviously a challenge to eat the minced meat that has been torn open by the mother beast. But he wants to live, from the initial nausea and nausea, the resistance to the beast instinct, to the later learning to hunt prey behind the mother beast, what makes Hongjun feel helpless is that this body is actually unable to practice.

Even so, the mother beast took care of it wholeheartedly, and a group of hairballs mixed together day and night, and for a long time, Rao is Hongjun's firm faith couldn't help but give birth to a little softness.

However, the killing opportunity finally came, and this weak and uncultivated group encountered a strong attack, killing in this extremely cold ice and snow, and the fierce claws and teeth easily broke the stomach of the weaker Meng Ji, and the opponent's hard hair like ice ridges could protect the opponent from the counterattack of the Meng Ji group.

Blood flowed out of the warm body, Meng Ji's white background and black ornamented fur were dyed red, there were the mother beasts who had been taking care of him, the young beasts that were playing with him, the caves that brought him joy and pleasant memories, even if this was only a moment in his perennial memory, but he pounced on the other party's neck and was slapped down on the rock by the other party, he realized the powerlessness in it.

The extreme pain from his waist and abdomen, he was almost sure that his current body was about to break in half, he didn't think about letting the blood drain and die here, maybe he would be able to return to Hongjun's original body, but he didn't want to!

Yes, compared to other immortal beasts or fierce beasts in the flood wilderness, Meng is extremely weak and powerless, this proud race has its own living habits, except for their own siblings who live with their mother's brother when they are young, and when they are adults, they look for a place to live, and they have not seen each other again in their lives, but this qiē was defeated by a sudden disaster.

Hongjun felt very angry, probably he had never been so angry in his life, this kind of hot emotion almost destroyed his reason, but he thought of the Taoist companion waiting for him, and this anger turned into extreme calmness, as if the plateau covered by ice and snow, revealing a deep coldness.

After the killing, he quickly left, and a heavy snow fell in the sky full of clouds, the snowflakes were as big as a seat, covering the sky, and the snow field was covered by this heavy cloud, and from afar there was the howling of a strong wind, blowing down the snow flakes like sharp ice crystals.

Hongjun was soon buried by the heavy snow, because of the cold, he felt that his whole body was stiff, but he did not give up, he wanted to live, he wanted to live completely, he remembered the mother beast who was seriously injured and died, the other party looked at him with such expectant eyes, don't be sad, don't take revenge, just struggle to live! He felt the wind and snow falling on his body, on his weak limbs, on his dry nose, so light, so cold, as if to persuade him to sleep, but he wanted to live, he wanted to live, even if his fur was frozen in the ice with blood, even if he could only crawl on his two front paws...... No matter how unkind the world is, and the hardships and dangers around him, he still has to live!

The vitality that burst out in the body was like the grassland after the spring breeze blowing, firm and full of resilience, the next moment, a young man dressed in black appeared in front of him, the other party had the same face as him, but his expression was more cold, Hongjun smiled slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, Qiankun Ding exuded a soft light and appeared in the air, and the young man in black bowed his head to him, and turned around and disappeared into Xiaoding.

Killing Immortal Sword Gate, broken!

The next moment, Hongjun found himself in a different place.

It was a void of darkness, surrounded by a cold chaotic aura, Hongjun woke up from his deep sleep, he knew that his name was Hongjun, one of the three thousand demon gods, as for the rest, he didn't know, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, but such thoughts were forgotten in his daily cultivation, even if he always felt that it was always easy to come to enlightenment, as if he had done it before.

When he reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, he found that no matter how much he tried to comprehend the Dao Dharma, he did not make an inch, and he began to choose to withdraw from the retreat.

And at this time, it was not only him in the chaos, but there were more living beings, and he could sense that these people all had the same name as him, and the three thousand demon gods conceived by the chaos.

The three thousand demon gods like to fight, even Hongjun is the same.

The long retreat time before that made him extremely calm.

Chaos counts the years, he has fought with countless demon gods, so much so that it seems that he has experienced it once, and the other party is quickly defeated in his hands, even if the cultivation is comparable, but the other party is always weaker than he imagined.

Until one day, the chaotic central chaos Qinglian cracked, and there was a demon god named Pangu who split a world.