Without waiting for Tang Xuanming to react too much, the golden light like the sun inside the bright silver armor suddenly shone, and the excited Tang Xuanming couldn't open his eyes, only to hear an angry roar in his ears.

"As the King of War, I am the most warlike person in my own right. ”

"Ten thousand years ago, the human race and the demon race fought a decisive battle, and the kings of the human race attacked the top of ten thousand mountains under the leadership of the human emperor. ”

"As the strongest person under the human emperor, at that time, I already had the heart of death, fighting three demon god-level powerhouses alone, and under the desperate situation of life and death, it stimulated my potential, and set a record, the most proud of my life, the ten styles of peerless blood battle......"

When the war king said this, two golden rays of light shot out of his eyes, which disappeared into Tang Xuanming's closed eyes, and in a trance, Tang Xuanming seemed to have become another person.

He touched a memory that was far away.

......

The armor had long been stained with blood, turning from silver-white to black-red, and golden blood dripped from the never-tired flesh.

The war knife that used to swing like an arm is now as heavy as a planet, and the endless divine power has been consumed.

"Is there any gas?"

The bold voice shook the sky, and a middle-aged man in black armor met Tang Xuanming's eyes, even though the face of the person who spoke was full of exhaustion and there was a huge fang on his chest, but the man's words were still bold.

"Lao Tzu is alive and well, much better than you, and I should still have the strength to collect your body later. ”

The character who Tang Xuanming was in charge laughed, extremely heroic and domineering.

With laughter, the war king suddenly raised the long knife in his hand and slashed it down with a bang.

A huge and boundless golden bird with golden wings spread all over was struck, and the bird's head, which was even bigger than March, fell weakly.

The golden blood poured the war king's head and face, and it only made the war king laugh.

In the eyes of others, the War King raised his sword, and then the golden-winged roc hit his blade like crazy, and died on the spot, with immeasurable might.

And in Tang Xuanming's field of vision, the moment the Battle King's long knife was raised, the heavens and the earth seemed to be quiet, one world after another was disillusioned at the tip of the knife, and one after another regular chains hung down from the void and broke under the tip of the knife.

Having mastered the speed of heaven and earth, and being able to reach any place he wanted in an instant, the Golden-Winged Roc shuttled through one world after another under the blade, becoming extremely slow, like a worm sealed in amber.

And as the black war knife landed inch by inch, a heavy world was shattered, and the terrible power of destruction was pervasive, and every time a world was destroyed, the black war knife absorbed all the power of destruction like a black hole, and the speed was one point faster, and the power was one point greater.

When the war knife touched the body of the golden-winged roc, the power of destruction was already unimaginably terrifying, and the speed of the war knife was unimaginably fast, and the space in front of it was like a thin paper.

Infinite power is embedded in it, making it a black hole-like existence, and all matter is frantically absorbed by it.

The body of the Golden-Winged Roc shrank smaller and smaller as it approached the sword.

Under the superposition of the infinite power of space and the power of destruction, the mass and volume of the war knife are actually huge to the limitless, and with endless attraction power, it is like a black hole in the real world.

Although the Golden-Winged Roc was no longer bound by one world after another, he was attracted by the black sword that absorbed all the ruined worlds and was of boundless mass.

That knife carried endless power, and the invincible divine body was like tofu under that knife.

Bang!

On the top of ten thousand mountains, the corpse of the golden-winged roc lacking a head fell heavily, and the terrifying blood and terrifying divinity on its body made the countless demon beasts and human races under the battlefield collapse on the spot, unable to withstand the terrifying power released by the god-level existence without concealment.

The highest sacred mountain at the top of the Ten Thousand Mountains was dyed golden.

The fall of a powerful existence at the level of a demon god caused huge damage, but it did not cause much impact on the battlefield.

The battlefield that has been torn to the white heat cannot tolerate the slightest warmth and hesitation.

Tang Xuanming didn't even have time to congratulate the King of War for killing the strong enemy, and saw a deer soaring into the air from the phoenix-like but with nine demon beasts in it, the faces on the nine heads were staring at the King of War, and the dark white flames burned silently around the nine phoenixes.

Rumble!

The sword was unsheathed again.

......

"Is that the battle between humans and demons 10,000 years ago?"

Tang Xuanming Huo Ran opened his eyes, and there was still irrepressible surprise and shock in his eyes.

The battle king's struggle in the last moments of his life was deeply imprinted in his heart, and the terrifying bloody battle was ......

"Huh?"

Tang Xuanming suddenly found that the extremely clear Ten Styles of Blood Battle in his impression, the most terrifying trick sublimated by the last moment of the War King's life faded from his mind, and he had no impression at all.

The battle of 10,000 years ago was still echoing in front of his eyes in a trance, but the faces of the War King and the others were a little blurred.

The headless corpse of the Golden-winged Dapeng was like a mosaic, and no matter how Tang Xuanming thought about it, he couldn't think of it.

The strange and eerie nine-headed giant bird's body will be twisted and elongated for a while, but there is no way to construct a complete image in his mind.

"How could I have forgotten everything?"

For this strange and unpredictable situation, Tang Xuanming was shocked and inexplicable.

The bloody battle of 10,000 years ago was still in his mind, but the figures of the War King, the Golden-winged Dapeng, Jiufeng and others were blurred, as if they were shrouded in mist.

He seemed to wake up from a big dream, and the scene that was originally extremely clear in the dream was blurred little by little, and even disappeared.

"God cannot look at him, and so is everything about God. ”

In the boundless darkness, the War King was like a golden sun, and the armor on his body was all silver-white, but the golden light radiating from the inside of the armor changed all that.

"What's the point of passing on these to me?"

Tang Xuanming was puzzled.

He thought he couldn't get an answer, but the war king in front of him gave him an answer.

"Everything is already in your mind, you just can't remember it, but it's always in the depths of your consciousness, and when you can master it, it will come naturally. ”

"Is this God?"

Tang Xuanming muttered to himself, and suddenly remembered the knife that the war king slashed ten thousand years ago, even though the impression was extremely vague, but suddenly, he still seemed to remember the trajectory of that knife.

He tried to use his hand as a knife to slash diagonally into the void, but to no avail.

The war king in front of him laughed lowly: "Go back and try more, he is left in the depths of your mind, and will help you unintentionally, so that you can get closer to it little by little." ”