The desolate ground shakes.

There is no one who is not angry, no one is not sad.

At the same time.

There is a hanging white cloth hanging on this land, every ethnic group, every inch of the land.

One by one, the strong were awakened, and one by one the ancient creatures walked out of the retreat.

"The ruins of the gods are immortal, the soul of the little desolate master cannot rest in peace, and the blood paves the way for the reincarnation of the little desolate master."

"Kill all the living beings in the land of the Divine Ruins, and then we will be qualified to hold a funeral as a memorial."

The elder creature whispered, and there was calm in his eyes, and the killing intent was monstrous.

At the same time, there were creatures of the same generation as Dao Tianjun who were angry, wanting to get out of the wasteland and kill a person's head, and the blood was flooded like a river.

Valleys, bamboo forests, basins, sacred lands and other areas are filled with a terrifying atmosphere.

Fu Xuan stood in the small courtyard.

He stood for a long time, but never stepped into the attic of the stone cloud.

In the end, he didn't alarm Shi Yun, not because he didn't want to wake up Shi Yun, but because he was afraid that this would make Shi Yun's Dao heart unstable, and Dao Tianjun's death would cause Dao heart instability, which he didn't want to see.

"Stinky boy." Fu Xuan left, looked at the flower garden and whispered.

The courtyard is still peaceful.

There was a beautiful fairy flower in the flower bed, but it was missing, and there was only a small pit where the flower was taken out.

It was a magic medicine that Dao Tianjun had coveted before.

Now he was taken away by Fu Xuan.

He will be planted in the ruins of the gods, which will be the tomb of Dao Tianjun.

Tibetan Gong Temple.

The two attics sat in the palace, and they looked at the crystal light, which was the exercises and supernatural powers.

"Are you going?" The black-robed old man looked at the gray-robed old man.

Hearing this, the gray-robed old man nodded.

"I thought I wouldn't be born again, I wouldn't face that world, but I didn't expect that I would have the idea of going out in this life."

"The Tibetan Palace needs someone to guard it, I will stay, you can even contribute to my share."

"Yes, I will kill all the quasi-emperors."

The conversation was brief, and the Tibetan palace became calm.

Only the black-robed old man sat cross-legged.

He had a piece of purple jade in his hand, and he tried several times but couldn't get in touch.

Originally, he thought that the dragon king must have a means to choose a son, maybe he would not die, so much time has passed, and after many contacts, there is a dead silence, and he knows that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

For Dao Tianjun, he likes it very much.

One of the few people who can make him smile.

It's just that he was killed, and the black-robed old man looked at Ziyu, and there was murder in his eyes.

Thundered......

The Tibetan palace shook, swinging the boundless power.

Seeing this, the guards of the forbidden land all clenched Zhange, they were the strong ones guarding this forbidden land, and they couldn't leave, otherwise they would definitely fight towards the land of Daoge Shenruins.

The wasteland is not to be humiliated!!

For countless years, this was the worst hazard to the wasteland.

The little desolate lord was killed, and the people chosen by the dragon king were not able to protect them because of their failure to do so.

They can't wait to be born to kill the entire Beidou cleanly, so that the entire Beidou Star Domain will be buried for the little desolate master, even if there are innocent people, they can't be worth the little desolate lord alone.

The depths of the Forbidden Land.

There was a gray earth, without any breath flowing, dead and silent, except for a large tomb in sight.

Suddenly, the tomb cracked.

A fairy mist erupted, and a thin old man sat silently at the head of the grave.

His face was dry, his body was clumsy, as if he would die in the next second, he was very old, his body loomed, between the virtual and the real.

"This generation of Fire Emperor, why did you wake me up." The old man's drooping eyelids opened slightly, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort to even open his eyes.

The edge of the gray earth.

Fire Emperor Ying stood upright, he saluted respectfully, and his voice was low.

"The unfilial descendants knock on the emperor to go out of the customs and step on the ruins."

When the old man heard this, he did not speak, but thought.

"What are the ruins?"

After a long time, the old man said such a sentence.

"The ruins of the ancient heavenly court, the place where the South Heavenly Gate fell, the place where the gods live in seclusion." The Fire Emperor spoke up and said.

"I see." After a long time, the old man spoke up again, but this sentence was held back for a long time before it came out.

After that, it was a long time.

The old man spoke again.

"Why destroy the exclusion zone?"

"The little desolate lord was killed."

After the Fire Emperor uttered these words, the old man on the grave disappeared.

The next moment appeared in front of the Fire Emperor, silently, without a single fluctuation of mana.

"Is it because the people of this era are all dead?"

The old man was whispering, but the next moment he turned his head.

"It's not your fault, obey the words of your ancestors, the wasteland has always been peaceful, and no one outside is remembering the glory of my wasteland...... It's just like he said, it's time to be born once......"

In words.

The old man slowly disappeared.

"I'll wake up a few of them and level the ruins."

The Fire Emperor nodded, and he turned to leave.

This is an emperor ancestor of the wasteland, extremely ancient, the legend is that it is an extremely ancient emperor, older than the Tianzun of the mythical era, has been sleeping in this land.

He will only be awakened when he is in trouble.

There have only been three awakenings in history, and this is the third.

In the seclusion, the wind rose in this dead and windless land.

The old man was talking.

"The wasteland is not to be bullied."

Engraved at the same time.

In the depths of the wasteland, within the earth, there were many ancient eyes that opened their eyes.

There was blood in the pupils of his eyes, and the fairy light was shining.

"The Dragon King's child."

"Let the world listen to the ancient funeral song, and sacrifice the soul of my son in the wasteland with the blood of the emperor and embark on the road of reincarnation safely."

The ancestors of the ancient wasteland, some of those emperors were awakened.

The terrifying Extreme Dao Emperor is brewing, and it seems that the next moment, the moment of the explosion, there will be a piece of the universe sinking.

The wasteland is not to be bullied.

This is the oldest ancestral precept in the Wastelands, and it is also the first ancestral precept!

The heart of the Badlands.

In the most central place, there is a vast Daping, a five-color altar stands, the glory is flowing, and the fairy light is surging.

One after another strong figures stood.

They are human races, and there are also inhuman ancient creatures, and the vicissitudes of life and antiquity are extraordinary.

Each one of them is enough to shake the world when it comes to the outside world.

Huo Dongyun, Li Zhongzheng and others are all standing in it.

Thousands of remnants of the wasteland creatures were converging, and they naturally embarked on the road to this plain without any need for any formation or mobilization.

The whole sky will be torn apart.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a ruined land, just relying on these quasi-emperors would be able to tear apart the ancient star fields!

The aura of the giants of the wasteland is surging, the holy power is surging, and they are all at least the first level of the Great Sage!

Without exception.

The fighting spirit is overwhelming, mighty, and impacts the stars.

Thundered......

There is one emperor in the east, two in the west, one in the south, and three quasi-emperors in the north.

The east is the dragon, the west is the ancient quasi-emperor fierce species that resembles a unicorn, and there is also the man with the fairy sword in the south, not only their quasi-emperor aura appears one after another.

The red dragon roared, and there was the brilliance of humanity in the pupils of his eyes.

Its eyes flowed, looking at the land.

The three-tailed unicorn primeval relic stepped on the void.

The quasi-emperor is surging with breath.

Countless beings saluted, and they were extremely respectful.

This is their patron saint, and it is also the ancestor of beasts and humans in the wasteland.

The Sky Fox arrived, and beside her there was the woman shrouded in fairy mist, filled with a touching Diwei.

At this moment.

The figure of the Fire Emperor arrived, and he gazed at the center of the Wasteland.

There are no excessive words, only a short sentence.

"The enemy is the land of the ruins."

Roar Roar Roar ......

Every creature in the wasteland, no matter who it is, is roaring.

They were dressed in white vegetarian clothes and held white flower baskets, and flames rose from the heavens and the earth.

This is an ancient ritual that belongs exclusively to the Wasteland.

Passed down to the oldest times.

With this ritual, the spiritual power in the heavens and the earth boiled, rumbled and shook, and fairy rain fell from the sky.

Faintly, there was a vision, it was the voice of the fairy Dao, as if the fairy was crying, the god was mourning, and countless ancient beings were roaring, singing the sound of gods and demons.

The universe trembled, and the nine heavens shook.

The most ancient breath swept away, shattering the heavens and the earth.

The Fire Emperor sank into the Five-Colored Altar.

"Stepping on the ruins, let the sky crumble, and the earth sink forever."

"Open the way of reincarnation for the people of my wasteland!"

The creatures of the wasteland all roared angrily, and their breath was rolling, like waves crashing in all directions, far away.

This is the birth of the wasteland after an unknown number of epochs.

The Dragon King has guarded them for generations, they are proud of the race they are guarding and proud of the Wasteland, and now they want the world to understand that there is no one to stop them in front of the Wasteland.

Today, they want to make the world understand, and they want the gods to understand that they regret being their enemies.

The clansmen of the wasteland, the death of the little wasteland lord Dao Tianjun is the death of their dearest, and the sorrow is with them.

Relatives are bleeding, companions are hurting, they feel the same way, and they want to turn that pain into killing intent, into war intent, to calm everything, to destroy everything, to cleanse, and to kill the forbidden place of the gods who hurt their relatives.

Wasteland.

Silent for thousands of years, today will be born, blooming its true ferocity.

The oldest of the beasts awoke from their slumber and pulled a prologue that seemed to signify something else, no one knows.

Beidou.

When dawn comes, the world is in turmoil.

There are strong people fighting in every great domain, and even the Western Desert, which has always been quiet and peaceful, has seen different movements.

"Dao Tianjun is dead, and the gods are in a dream."

Last night's events made many Beidou creatures feel like they were living in a dream, and they couldn't believe this fact.

"I have seen the extraterritorial starry sky with the secret method of the sect, and it is dead and silent, and it is really lifeless."

Someone is telling about the starry sky in the universe.

The Dao of the human race, the primeval race, and the demon race are all fighting.

The oppressive and heavy aura permeates the five domains of the Big Dipper.

The Nanling barbarians were hit like never before, and the barbarian god of war was born to fight the attackers.

The same goes for Yao Chi.

The Ji family and the Jiang family exuded the power of the Extreme Emperor's soldiers, deterring the nine heavens and ten earths.

The Purple Mountain was silent, and from time to time there were primeval creatures wandering, and they suspected that the Black Emperor had escaped into this ancient land.

"The beginning of an era is bound to be accompanied by blood and chaos."

The eldest saint of the holy city looked at the eastern wilderness from afar, sighing in his heart, and the uneasiness still existed.

"Oh my God, what did I see, Beidou was torn apart...... Ah......h

In the Valley of Heavenly Machines.

In that mysterious Heavenly Machine Secret Land, there was a Heavenly Machine Master who roared, he was in great pain, and then directly ignited his whole body and turned into ashes, this is the strongest immortal master in Tianji Valley, he felt a great difficulty, and calculated the Great Dao.

In the end, it ended up like this.

Before he died, he told a shocking truth......

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