The blood-colored vertical eyes are one of the parts of the Taichu made by Jiang He's mother, a war weapon modeled after the primordial dragon, representing the law elements among the six elements of the primordial.

At this moment, the blood-colored vertical eyes stretched to the limit, and the void at the corners of the eyes gave birth to spiderweb-like lines, as if they had been cracked by life.

A viscous scarlet glow flowed from his eyes, staining the sky like a blood-soaked curtain.

Suddenly, the eyes moved, and the narrow pupils revealed a confused emotion.

Until, it saw Jiang He's divine thoughts:

"My name, the ...... of the beginning"

A soft murmur sounded with the breath of eternal vicissitudes.

The light in his eyes became more and more blazing. The emotions inside have also become rich and full.

Illuminated by the blood-colored light, Jiang He's divine thoughts only felt a warm current of heat wrap themselves tightly.

It's like returning to the womb of the mother who gave birth to life, and countless distracting thoughts in my heart have been left behind, leaving only a pure child's heart.

Then, in front of Jiang He's eyes, a dragon appeared.

Its body was covered with wounds from various weapons. The majestic dragon horns are broken by Qi Gen. Golden dragon scales, shattered piece by piece......

And outside the domain, the roars of gods and demons are still coming. The terrifying power, ignoring the space, bombarded its origin directly, making its aura more and more sluggish.

"The dragons were defeated, and Taichu was no longer able to fight. ”

A mournful cry, with a desert will to die, sounded from its mouth.

In the next moment, the primordial dragon raised its head high, and its scarred dragon body exploded violently.

The dragon's head, the left eye turns into a round of sun, and the right eye turns into a round of moon.

Inside the dragon's body, the power of Xuanhuang evolves into the five elements.

The dragon's tail, the power of the remnant body turned into Zhou Tian Xingdou, and the seven big stars were particularly eye-catching.

Seeing this, Jiang He was stunned.

"Moon Wheel Heaven, Star Heaven, Tai Day, Sun Wheel Heaven ......"

Jiang He's nose was sour, and his emotions could no longer be controlled.

In the past, he only knew that the Dragon of the Primal led the dragon clan to fight against the gods and demons outside the domain, but he didn't know how tragic that cross-domain battle was.

I don't even know that after the Primal Dragon died in battle, he incarnated into the Nine Heavens and guarded the Flood Desolation Domain to this day.

At this moment, Jiang He finally understood why after the defeat of the Dragon Clan, the weak Terran Race at that time was able to resist the pace of the attack of the extraterritorial gods and demons.

It is precisely by relying on the Nine Heavens and relying on the endless efforts of the Primordial Dragon that the Flood Desolate Domain can continue.

"Gods and demons invade the realm, plundering the luck of this domain, and the primitives should fight to the death!"

Billions of years ago, the oath made by Taichu when he rose up and fought against gods and demons sounded in Jiang He's ears at this time.

"My friend, kill three thousand gods and demons. ”

"My friend, the creation of the way of heaven, the two methods of immortals and gods, will be passed on to future generations. ”

"Immortal Dao Seals Gods, Kills Extraterritorial ......"

With the narration of the primordial dragon, Jiang He seemed to see the history of the struggle of the creatures in the Flood Desolation Region since ancient times.

Legend has it that the groundbreaking being killed 3,000 gods and demons with his own hands, and finally died of exhaustion.

Legend has it that the Dao Venerable forcibly seized the Heavenly Dao Creation in order to deduce the Immortal Dao and the Divine Dao, and taught it to the human race, but he was assimilated by the Heavenly Dao himself.

Legend has it that those immortals fought to the death, and after becoming gods, they established the Heavenly Court, and then used the power of the Heavenly Court to kill the extraterritorial......

Just when Jiang He couldn't help himself, the world in front of him suddenly went dark.

A little light, lit up in the dark.

"Is this day finally here?"

In the light, a tired voice sounded.

Immediately, the voice became excited, "It's okay, there are still descendants." ”

"Terran, are you willing to inherit my will and protect the Flood Desolate Domain?"

Hearing the question, Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and then nodded emphatically: "Yes." ”

"Good!"

The voice in the light became relieved, and then Jiang He saw the light flying towards him.

A wisp of flame, the size of a bean, fell on Jiang He's palm and turned into a flame mark.

"From now on, you will be the fire-bearer of this realm. ”

"The Nine Heavens have fallen, and the Flood Desolate Domain will usher in the darkest time. And you, will be the only hope. ”

"Fire-bearer, light the light in the darkness. If one day you can't take on the responsibility, remember to pass on the flame to future generations. ”

"Passing the torch from generation to generation, living and ...... forever"

The voice of the primordial dragon gradually became inaudible. Jiang He's divine thoughts returned to the bloody eye space.

Overhead, the blood-colored vertical eyes vanished, replaced by a wisp of flame.

After passing the seal of the fire-bearer to Jiang River, the Primal Dragon completed its final journey to protect the Flood Desolation. And its existence in this world has also disappeared.

That blood-colored vertical eye was the last seed left by the Primordial Dragon.

A spark of hope.

Only the power of creation mastered by the primordial dragon can possess the incredible ability of manufacturing skills.

"So, I am not the Primordial Dragon, but the heir he has chosen. ”

After thinking about this, for some reason, Jiang He suddenly felt a little lost.

"Mother should know about these situations. ”

Jiang He guessed in his heart that the Jiuli Soldier Master had personally said that Jiang He's mother regarded Jiang He as hope, and only now did Jiang He know the meaning.

Standing in the bloody space - no, now that the bloody eyes are gone, this has become Jiang He's domain.

"Just call you, Land of Hope. ”

In the Land of Hope, in addition to Jiang He's divine thoughts and the flames, there were also wisps of silver arcs and a cloud of dark yellow qi.

The silver arc is naturally the power of the Heavenly Dao. And that dark yellow cloud is the last gift of the primordial dragon.

A cloud of Xuanhuang motherhood.

From that group of maternal energy, Jiang He sensed a vast and heavy force.

His intuition told him that even if there was a wisp of that maternal qi, it could easily crush a Tianzun-level existence.

Terrifying!

With this level of strength, let alone mobilization, even if the divine thoughts are closer, Jiang He will feel like he is about to collapse.

As for the power of the Heavenly Dao, Jiang He could try to tease it, but it wouldn't end well.

After staying in the Land of Hope for a while, Jiang He Shennian left this space.

As soon as he returned to his body, a pungent smell of blood, wrapped in a tragic breath, penetrated into his nose.

His expression suddenly turned cold, Jiang He looked up, and in the huge cultivation area, the Taichu Corps had long since disappeared.

With a thought in his mind, Jiang He's figure moved to the nearest breath.

It was a black demon spirit, and blood was dripping from its elongated mouthparts. At its feet, the eyes of an abyssal demon widened unwillingly, but the breath of life had disappeared from it.

"Kun Demon Clan?"

Jiang He's face changed slightly, and the power of the law spread silently, and the demon spirit had not yet noticed it, and the vitality in his body had been shattered.

In the next moment, a black mist floated out of the demon spirit's body, Jiang He grabbed it in his hand, and after reading it, his face became more and more ugly.