Five hundred years ago.

The wind slashed like waves on the blue-black cliffs, and the vision soared upward, only to see the dome pregnant with dark green swirls, surrounded by dark and thick cloud prisons and rumbling thunder snakes that flashed and swam in them.

"Boom" white electricity illuminates the night, and in an instant, I can see the sky and the ground clearly.

Thousands of miles of fertile soil are scorched black and red, and rivers of dirty blood meander everywhere, twisting and turning, exuding the stench of decay and blood. Patches of human and beastly corpses were piled up on the land that had once been an ancient battlefield and now a place of great war, and there was no place where there was no bone and blood at the junction of heaven and earth where countless sections of smoke of gunpowder were bubbling out.

Millions, tens of millions, can't be understood with eyes, described with words, and probably only cold numbers can make people understand correctly and ruthlessly, how many heroic souls and devils have been buried here.

Shemale Wars. A war between flesh-and-blood soldiers, advanced cultivators, and cruel and bloodthirsty beasts, and treacherous and terrifying monsters.

This is a war that spans the entire Zhongzhou continent, the dynasty, the cultivation realm, and all living beings are involved in a terrifying war, the air is so turbid that normal people will have a shadow in their lungs when they take a breath, and the poisonous insect corpse vulture takes the opportunity to rise, stirring up the ground that is already full of disasters and making it even more difficult to survive.

No, or it doesn't matter how many people live for a while, the important thing is to kill one more, one after another red-eyed and skin-clad aggressor, and as for the aftermath, in the future, nothing will matter.

There are millions of corpses on the ground, and on the cliffs, there are living creatures in the sky.

The white robe of the hunt stained with dust and blood was forced to squint by the fierce wind, like a white eagle with broken wings and broken feathers in the storm. The old man with white hair was holding a three-foot sword as white as jade in one hand, and Yin Condensing Qi in the other, and his face was blue and white, as if he was temporarily treating his injuries. His starry eyes under his sword eyebrows shot towards the dome with a clear gaze in the cloudiness of the dome—the clouds of the dome that were rolling with dark green demonic energy.

"Brother Shangguan, let's retreat. Behind the old man, a middle-aged man in a dark yellow robe with long black and white hair, his face was full of despair and earnestness, his eyes were full of anxiety, and he looked at the sky for a while, and then threw himself into the person in front of him who had a deep friendship with him and respected him in every way.

"There's no way back, almost all of our men and men on the other side are dead. ”

A puddle of tiredness spread uncontrollably with the middle-aged man's mouth, and the old man lowered his head and said words that did not fit his identity.

"The shemale war, the human race has done everything they can, and no matter how much they retreat, there is only the wasteland in the northwest, and even there, the top cultivators have already died in front of us. If you retreat, you will give Zhongzhou to Rahu, and the monster wildfire will not be able to burn and the spring breeze will blow and regenerate, and then human beings will never have the power to resist the war, and they will become their caged chickens and rabbits. ”

Heavenly Demon Rahu. He descended from the sky, he is a supreme demon with vast magical powers, and the cultivation realm ten thousand years ago was a civilization where thousands of immortals flew together, and since he came, human beings have become a civilization that has done its best to fight against the demon race. And the leader of the human race against Rahu is the Shangguan clan of the Demon Immortal Family, the Immortal Dao family that has been inherited for 10,000 years.

"But your injuries ...... No matter how much you go up, you ......" The middle-aged man wanted to say and stopped, he wanted to say, "If you go up again, it will be in vain", but he can't be so unreasonable to Brother Shangguan.

"No matter how much you go up..... It's a waste of your life, isn't it......" The old man bowed his head and laughed at himself helplessly. He didn't know. In the rolling dark clouds, there is a heavenly demon Rahu who can control hundreds of millions of ghosts, and the dark green stone stick he holds in his hand can move the luck of the world even more.

In the end, the only four people left in their Shangguan clan, the two people of the Chu family who were with the middle-aged people behind them, and a total of nine masters of the major cultivation sects, formed a demon trapping immortal array, and they were fighting with their lives to the death against the only enemy, in order to delay time, wait for their injuries to improve, and die with Rahu!

Yes, it's so cruel, it's not a demon punishment array, it's a demon trapping array, it's not a return to killing, but a common end. Both he and they are well aware of this reality.

Every 500 years, Rahu takes the fortune of the world to be reborn, and this generation is far more powerful than they expected, and more importantly, he is too tricky in timing.

"It's the old man's fault, if the old man can make up his mind to pass on his strength and luck to Ding'er as soon as possible, he won't be counted as the period of aging and exhaustion......

"Brother Shangguan is not wrong, it's that Rahu is too insidious!" The patriarch of the Chu clan interrupted the old man's words loudly, and then, his raised brows softened again, "Brother Shangguan, you and I have been friends for more than three hundred years, we have been born and died side by side again and again, and we have long shared blessings and misfortunes. I will do my best to protect the future of mankind. ”

The white-haired old man turned his head to look at him, in his hazy gaze, it seemed as if he had gone back in time for three hundred years, the two of them met for the first time because of the family, and no one could let anyone, he was the first human force of this generation to guard Zhongzhou against the counterattack of the demon army led by Rahu, and he was the first wisdom of mankind who became famous and high-spirited as a young man, and sought yin and yang to break the world with the body of a young patriarch.

It's been almost 10,000 years, as far as 8,000 BC in the Zhongzhou calendar, and now 1,500 AD. Rahu has been so strong since he descended from the sky, and he has become stronger and stronger, and his calamity and aura have caused the overall level of the cultivation realm to fall step by step uncontrollably, and now it must not be the first time that such a precarious situation of the race has appeared, and in the future, more will be sacrificed for the continuation of human civilization.

But don't human beings always win and eliminate all foreign enemies? Even though they are noble and hateful in ordinary times, at every moment of crisis, there are always heroes and heroes who grow like weeds and gush out, and the enemy cuts stubble after stubble, but it is useless! Mankind will always keep its seeds in the storm, and drive all enemies out of their homes with fearlessness that makes them fearful.

The soldiers are dead, and I am the last reinforcement and the undoubted trump card of humanity, and that's why I was born, it's my destiny, isn't it?

Closing his eyes, the elderly Shangguan said in his heart. And the next time I opened it, there was only protection and determination left in those eyes.

"Good. Let's fight together once again. The hoarse and weak voice tore at the withered vocal cords and rushed out, but it seemed so confident, as if it would win.

Yes, he will definitely win! In the past 500 years, Rahu should still be the final end to him by the fateful Shangguan!

Taking a step and stepping at the end of the cliff, Shangguan, who was dancing wildly, waved his sword lightly, and behind him were sworn brothers who were as determined as him, and the dark green shadow in the middle of the cloud prison finally revealed his true face with the demonic qi burst, and the nine people surrounding him turned into nine blood-stained broken string kites and fell weakly at this moment.

Standing proudly in the void was a handsome man wearing a dark green pattern demon in a long robe and a handsome man with dark teeth and claws. He was so strange and beautiful, the corners of his mouth and eyes were extremely red, and his demeanor was extremely evil and crazy. He danced with the three-foot dark green stone stick at will, looking condescendingly at the two people below who were old and useless, and the other who was ridiculously weak.

"I'm going to survive, brother. ”

"Of course, otherwise how can I collect the corpses of my brothers at home. ”

The chuckle stops, the wind moves, the people move, and the wind and clouds change in a snap of your fingers!