The mighty divine wind echoed in the world, and the name of the Dao Ancestor was gently recited.

"Moling, Moling......"

Compared to the reactions of the Three Realms, the reactions of my Demon Dao disciples were the most intuitive.

There is no one who does not shed tears, including me.

However, I still underestimated the repercussions caused by the name of the Dao Ancestor, I thought that only the Three Realms of the human world would hear this name, but I didn't want to, far away from the galaxy, Pu Jia also heard the sound from the depths of the heart.

But how far away, the ends of the earth or across countless dimensional worlds, as long as they are Demon Dao disciples, they can hear the name of the Demon Dao Patriarch.

……

Deep in the void of the universe, beyond the galaxy.

For the past few months, the Ancient Phantom Demon Clan has been fighting against the elite armies of the Heavenly Dao.

At first, the Abyss army besieged in groups, and finally the army of the primeval ancestors also joined the battle. The army of the Ancient Demon Realm has suffered heavy casualties, and three of the twelve warships have fallen.

If it weren't for the fact that the Frost Fortress of the Ancient Underworld had been under heavy pressure head-on, perhaps the Demon Realm army would have been defeated long ago.

Even if it can barely maintain the formation now, the Demon Realm army can't withstand the attrition.

Pu Jia has plans to withdraw his army, and wants to return to the Ancient Demon Realm to reorganize his army.

Aofeng's will has already been sent back to the Holy Demon Mountain by her, and it is time to awaken after calculating the time.

After paying a heavy price once again, and repelling the two advance armies of the primeval ancestors, Pu Jia came to the Frost Fortress to talk to her about the withdrawal.

The Demon Realm has suffered heavy losses, but the losses of the Underworld have always been within the bearable range.

The reason lies in the existence of the god of death, as long as the concubine is standing, all the army of the god of death will be protected by her divine thoughts.

The Grim Reaper uses soul energy as the source of strength, and where there is war, there is death, and after every great war, there are countless souls that can be absorbed and used by the concubine.

The Frost Fortress is a hard bone, and even without the help of the Ancient Demon Realm army, if it wants to defeat it, the Ancient Ancestors army will have to pay a high price.

And so far, the army of the primeval ancestors has not dispatched the elite main army, and the primeval supreme gods have not participated in the war, so as long as the concubine does not die, no one can break the frost fortress.

On the top floor of the Frost Fortress, the Throne of Death, the concubine sat on the throne with an expressionless face.

Over the past few years, millions of Abyssal armies have died at the hands of the Grim Reaper's scythe.

And in the last few wars, the Death Scythe has harvested countless armies of primeval ancestors.

As long as the soul is endless, the Grim Reaper is an unshakable existence.

Compared with her sister-in-law, Pu Jia's expression looked a little tired.

The intensity of the battle was very much overdrawn to her mind, and she was also responsible for commanding the entire army.

The army of the primeval demon world belongs to the coalition army, and each battleship has a demon lord to command, and when fighting, it needs to be dispatched by Pu Jia, which is far less sincere and united than the army of the god of death, which is only under the command of the god of death.

In fact, among the primeval three realms, the overall strength of the underworld is the weakest.

However, neither the Ancient Demon Realm nor the Ancient God Realm was determined to crusade against the Ancient Underworld.

The reason is that the Grim Reaper has absolute control over the underworld.

Even, if there is a major crisis in the underworld, the Grim Reaper can directly draw their will from the army of the underworld.

Such a god of death, the way of heaven must be afraid of it.

When the Heavenly Dao destroyed the Ancient Three Realms, the Grim Reaper fell into the calculations of the Heavenly Dao and stayed away from the army of the underworld. Otherwise, even if the Heavenly Dao was able to clear the primeval underworld in the end, it would have to pay an extremely painful price.

"You need to get some rest." Seeing Pu Jia coming, it was extremely rare for her to take the initiative to speak.

"The battle is endless, there is no end in sight, our demon clan can't withstand the attrition, I'm ready to withdraw my army." Pu Jia said.

"It's fine." The aunt said lightly.

"What about you, what are your plans?"

"Stay and keep fighting."

"It will take some time for the battle between the gods and kings of the primeval god realm, if you also return to the primeval underworld temporarily, when the time comes, our three realms will send troops at the same time." Pu Jia made her own suggestions.

"If we withdraw at the same time, the primeval army of the primeval ancestors will begin their crusade against the primeval three realms after losing their target. The Divine Realm has not chosen an Ancient God King until now, and it will definitely be their primary target. ”

"So, you're going to stay and contain the army of the primeval ancestors?"

"Not bad."

Seeing that her sister-in-law had made up her mind, Pu Jia was very worried about her safety, but she did not continue to persuade her.

The primeval god realm really needs a bridgehead to protect it, and only the army of the god of death can take on this important task.

The current location of the Frost Fortress was the only way to the primeval god realm.

After discussing with her sister-in-law, Pu Jia was ready to leave.

At this moment, she heard the voice from the depths of her soul, and it instantly petrified.

There was silence for a long time, and by the time he came back to his senses, he was already in tears.

This name, she doesn't need a certificate to know whose it is.

Because when she heard this name, the first thing she thought of was the Demon Dao Patriarch in the Illusion Demon Portal.

Pu Jia let her tears run rampant and turned her head to look at her sister-in-law.

To her disappointment, her expression did not change in the slightest.

"You didn't hear that name just now?" Pu Jia asked.

"Nope." Auntie said.

"Oh, I see." Pu Jia said disappointedly.

"Understand what?"

"You forgot everything, and you are no longer a disciple of the Demon Dao, so you didn't hear it."

"Whose name are you hearing?" Sister-in-law asked.

"Demon Dao Ancestor."

After speaking, Pu Jia left the Frost Fortress.

After Pu Jia left, the concubine stepped down from the throne and came to the center of the square.

Snowflakes fell on her hair, cheeks, and eyelashes.

The body is cold and has no temperature, and the snowflakes will never melt.

Soon, her whole body was dyed with snow and turned into an ice sculpture.

After nine nirvana, she thought she had forgotten everything forever.

But when that voice came, she heard a broken voice.

She can freeze her emotions, freeze all the past, and even freeze her heart.

But when that voice came, it shattered instantly.

In front of Pu Jia, she can also forcibly suppress the emotional impact of the name, remain as cold as ever, and tell Pu Jia that she didn't hear anything.

After Pujia left, the flames in her eyes began to burn wildly, and her thoughts began to become chaotic. Many frozen pasts, eager to shout, want to take advantage of the flaws in her heart to emerge from the depths of the sea of knowledge.

The snow grew denser and more frenzied, like her thoughts.

However, until the flames in her eyes were all extinguished, those past events did not surface.

"I'm not a broken army, I'm the primeval god of death."

After speaking, the concubine stepped back to the throne and closed her eyes.

The Grim Reaper of the Nine Nirvanas is really capable of forgetting everything.

Unless, she herself wants to remember.

……

Among the primeval three realms, the demon realm was full of monstrous demonic intent, and the sky was obscure. Demonic will pollutes the minds of all living beings and gives them great power.

Demons are the craziest, so the Ancient Demon Realm has never stopped war, and endless killing and chaos are the norm in the Ancient Demon Realm.

The primeval underworld is full of death, and the whole world is filled with the sorrow that belongs to death.

We are neither the living nor the dead, and we will be forgotten by the living and the dead. We return to the world we once said goodbye to, but we can never return to the days when we lived, and we can never return to those we once loved.

We are both existent and cursed, and therefore we forget the past and are forgotten by the past.

There has never been a song or laughter in the primeval underworld, and death and sorrow are the eternal themes of the primeval underworld.

However, the primeval divine realm is different.

The primeval divine realm is divine and bright, there is no chaos in the demon world, and there is no desolation in the underworld. The primeval gods have their own responsibilities, and the power of order is everywhere in the entire primeval god realm.

However, in today's primeval god realm, the power of order has ushered in a severe challenge, and it has gradually begun to become chaotic. The reason for all this is that the Heavenly Dao is about to make a comeback, and the Ancient God Realm has not yet elected the Ancient God King.

The Ancient Thunder God clan has lost the inheritance of the Thunder Lord, and so have the Ancient Sword God and the Ancient God of War.

The absence of the main gods of the three supreme god clans has led to the battle between the primeval god kings and the source of chaos in the primeval god realm.

The god of light, the god of the sun, the goddess of nature, the goddess of ice and snow, the goddess of vengeance, the god of the sea...... All the gods who can rank the highest in the primeval god realm are watching the throne of the primeval god king.

The storm is surging, and strife is everywhere.

……

The primeval god of war, the city of heroes.

As the god clan of the former primeval god king, the former city of heroes can be said to be the most majestic and magnificent city in the primeval god realm.

The walls are as high as the sky, and the sacred and majestic temples are imposing. The statue of the god is thousands of feet high, full of majesty.

And today's city of heroes has long lost its prestige. Because of the absence of the main god, the specifications of the rebuilt city of heroes have been greatly reduced, and it is even not as tall as the city of some low-level gods.

If it weren't for the primeval god realm's advocating order, the primeval god of war would have been annexed by other gods.

On this day, it was the day when the primeval war god clan held a sacrifice ceremony.

As usual, all the clansmen were to participate and pray together for the early return of the god of war.

On the square of the Temple of the God of War, the God of War clan stood silently in five formations.

Directly in front of them was a tall altar made of gold throughout, and on top of the altar was a throne of the god of war made of purple gold.

I don't know how many clansmen stared at the throne of the god of war, silently wishing that they could condense the complete godhead of the primeval god of war and ascend to the throne to become the primeval god of war.

However, it never worked out.

There are also powerful people of the God of War clan, who forcibly ascended to the throne of the God of War without a complete godhead, and the result is that the soul of the god is shattered, and the body is bleeding to death.

For countless millennia, the throne of the god of war has absorbed the blood of many people, and it is still vacant.

Today, no one in the God of War clan dares to spy on the God of War throne anymore.

The sacrificial ceremony has begun, and the five tribes of the god of war collectively knelt down and silently made a wish to the throne of the god of war, praying for the early return of the god of war.

The sacred and solemn ceremony makes the entire city of heroes extraordinarily quiet.

So much so that when someone walked into the city gate wearing metal combat boots, everyone heard the footsteps.

The elders of the five clans of the God of War, who were in charge of presiding over the sacrificial ceremony, got up and looked at the city gate at the same time, and then they saw a woman wearing purple gold battle armor, walking towards them......