The descendants of the High Priest (the Twelve Hills and their descendants) who did not know the truth fought fiercely against the black-robed dungeon warriors. For a full seventy-seven and forty-nine days, the two sides used the same ninety-nine and eighty-one "formations" to contend before the silver-haired shawl Sister Mu walked out of the crystal cave and left with the warrior group. Before leaving, she asked people to build a sacrificial platform in the center of the sinkhole, and used the towering bronze sacred tree to attract the power of "thunder and lightning" on the "Tianluo" to the underground holy weapon, and stimulate the power of the Holy Spirit to block the exit of the "Eighteen Pavilions". And the golden scepter, the holy water plate, the nether mask, the sun sword, the soul bell, and other artifacts that symbolize power and status were passed on to a pair of young people with the most powerful immortal arts and witchcraft, and let them manage this sinkhole.

While the priests in the dungeon were busy dealing with the evil spirits in the "Eighteen Pavilions", the leaders of the various places on the ground heard that the "heaven on earth" like a sinkhole was under the control of the young man, and their hearts of aggression arose. When the Sacred Tree was built, the Seventy-two Blessed Lands and the Twelve Hills, and the Sacred Tree suppressed the evil spirits with the "Heaven and Earth Nets to Lead Thunder and Fire" and could not be separated, the surrounding races attacked. Shu Ming put on a netherworld mask, carried a thousand-pound sun sword, and rode a sunbird to meet all parties. All kinds of wars for nearly a hundred years, Shu Ming was covered with nearly a thousand knife wounds, and the saint went from a child to a waist with white hair, in addition to guarding the sacred tree and raising sunbirds, it was to heal Shu Ming.

Because the "Eighteen Pavilions" were sealed, and the evil spirits rebelled, countless evil spirits who died in the war could not return. Heaven and earth are chaotic, and the evil spirits in the "Eighteen Pavilions" have been killed and injured countless under the "thunder fire", but the surviving evil spirits are more evil, they can dispatch the evil spirit army on the ground through the seal, and even let them incite foreign humans to encircle and suppress the Tiankeng forces, the purpose of which is to destroy the sacrificial platform, overthrow the sacred tree, and destroy the soul bell. When Shu Ming confronted the Eight Kings, unfortunately the holy weapon was damaged, and the evil spirits in the "Eighteen Pavilions" broke the seal, killing and injuring countless people, and the residents of the Tiankeng were almost lost.

Countless resentments and evil spirits screamed and ran wildly in the mottled rain of blood, greedily sucking the terrified and bloody liquids, which would pass through their bodies and fall directly to the ground, merging into rivers of blood, but they didn't care, they were infatuated with this bloodthirsty pleasure. Who let them be locked up in the "Eighteen Pavilions" for thousands of years, and have gone up the knife mountain, under the sea of fire, into the oil pot, and stirred the meat puree...... Eighteen hells of torture all played. The madness of the moment is the release of their nature.

The warriors of Shu led by Shu Ming were completely unable to parry in the face of this crazy hellish spirit, with countless casualties, and he and the sunbird (golden crow) that he and the eight generals rode were also cowardly. The evil spirits are allies or not, even the army outside the sinkhole.

The black Jiao in the "Eighteen Pavilions" closed its eyes and greedily enjoyed devouring the living people (the ghost who had been swallowing like air, hungry, and finally able to eat meat), the huge mutant pangolin tears the human warriors with red eyes, stretched out its round and long tongue to lick the blood droplets floating in the air, so satisfied; the shackled elephants sucked the blood on the ground and sprayed the red liquid into the air to cheer up the feast of death; even Xiaoqiang, grasshoppers, ants, Leeches and other underground creatures are cheering for drinking human blood today, leisurely soaking in human blood and enjoying the arbitrary moment of "turning over and being the master".

Suddenly, the leaders of the eight major tribes who attacked the sinkhole knew that they had fallen for the evil spirit, but it was too late to regret it.

The elders hidden in the Seventy-two Caves of Heavenly Blessed Land fell one after another when the "Heaven and Earth Net Thunder Fire Array" was broken. In order to prevent the sacred tree from collapsing due to the tilt of the formation, causing the holy weapon and the "Eighteen Pavilions" to break through the ground, and also to ensure that the distant dungeon powers can repair the underground escape route as soon as possible.

After all, the whole earth is one, and one hair moves the whole body. If the "Eighteen Pavilions" break through the ground, will it cause a volcanic eruption to pour sinkholes, or will the space-time vortex in the triangle be out of balance and cause a global tsunami?

I didn't know what the final result was, and at the same time, I didn't dare to choose, so I had to stick to it and seal the "Eighteen Pavilions" in place.

The saint's waist-length white hair fluttered in the rain of blood, and her white cloth skirt was stained with blood, because she held the golden scepter in her hand, the evil spirits did not dare to approach, and they escaped through the cracks and went directly to the bloody battlefield outside the city. And she had to pretend to be calm and desperate and chant the "Death Mantra" for the dead with the witches in the Thirty-six Caves, while watching the army under the sacrificial altar that wanted to kill enemies and ghosts be defeated one after another, but she couldn't do anything.

What a bloody and desperate battle!

The soldiers were bathed in the rain of blood, listening to the howls of ghosts and wolves and the cries of animals, and their morale was declining.

At this moment, Hei Jiao, the first demon fighter of the "Eighteen Pavilions", and hundreds of evil spirits surrounded Shu Ming, wanting to kill him.

She smiled and looked at him as small as a moth standing on the back of the golden crow in the distance, but she continued to insist on wielding the golden sun sword in her hand to resist the dark forces. Fortunately, if he had divine light on his body, he was not stained with blood, and he lost the title of the first god of war in Tiankeng.

Suddenly, a line of crystal tears crossed the corner of her eyes, and she inexplicably cut the cinnabar on her arm with the diamond burr inlaid on the golden scepter, allowing the blood to spread along her wrist into the totemic groove on the scepter, and then drip to the ground, and even converge into a red liquid with a golden light and flow down the steps. It's not that she doesn't understand pain, and even the slight tingling sensation brought by the warm liquid flowing over her skin can be clearly perceived, how can it not be painful? But at this moment, her heart is full of despair and expectation: if this war is the end of the war, how can it not be the day of our liberation?

"Tick. "The blood that fell on the ground of the yellow mud was swallowed up by the ground that had dried up the cracks, no, it was the crack in the ground that the evil spirits of the Eighteen Pavilions had opened when they fled.

She suddenly felt the world spinning, thinking that it was caused by blood loss and blood deficiency, but in fact, it was really moving. Then a slight "bang" sound came from underground. As more and more blood dripped into the crack, a sharp and piercing sound came from the ground through the crack, becoming more and more violent.

I saw the holy woman holding up the blood-stained scepter with her right hand, and chanting the words in her mouth: "Mika Na Click." ”

In an instant, divine power surged from inside the golden scepter, and countless crystal clear red rays revealed from the relief grooves on the scepter, carrying the destructive power of evil spirits.

Every time the saint saw a setback outside the city of Shu, she would use witchcraft to manipulate the divine power to destroy the enemy, which was her duty. But now, for the first time in her life, she was suspicious: The "defensive array" owned by Tiankeng has been broken one after another, and it is doomed to defeat, so why should he have to stain the battlefield with blood? Why didn't he come with eight generals and lead himself and other clansmen to escape from this damned theocratic center and travel around the world? The world is so big, why do you have to spend your life in this city that represents royal power? The repair of various organs in the dungeon really has to bury countless clansmen one after another, is this the meaning of life?

Warm blood continued to flow out of her arm, she felt her breath gradually slow, knowing that her life was slowly drying up, she actually looked at him in the distance inexplicably, and a blessed smile appeared. Gradually, she seemed to see that another door of life was not far away, so she stopped striving for the "beautiful world" she was looking forward to, and let go of her thoughts.

She knew very well that the final blow of her life was only one percent likely to save their lives, but after this move, she would fall and go to the world without war behind the Gate of Life, never to fellowship with all the people she met in this life.

This is a duty and a destiny.

When she mobilized all the divine power in her body to gather in her palm to launch the final blow, she remembered her immature self in her mind. So she cried, and for the first time she cried miserably in full view of everyone. Because at that time, I actually knew him - two rustic children were reprimanded by the elders in a daze, and under the gray sky of the weather, the children in the square who were too quiet to make noise were lined up in a neat square, with their heads bowed, except for the saint who was trained with her, who saw her standing alone in the crowd with tears and hazy eyes, and kindly whispered in exchange for her demented sentence "It's okay", everyone did not know what had happened. But she looked at him in her eyes, and made the first choice in her life to punish herself: no longer appear in front of him. So she was taken into a certain cave in one of the thirty-six caves, where all memories of him were washed away by the magic spring.

But at this moment, when the blood was drained, the magic spring magic that had been sealed in her body was gone, and she remembered what he was like when he was young, and remembered everything about the goodbye—including all the sadness and hatred.

At the moment of death, she realized that in this life, she had never hated, but she hated herself and him so much.

She wept and chanted the last incantation, "Ratso, Then he pushed the scepter wrapped around the gray curse forward, and a circle of red light struck the battlefield outside the city, and countless evil spirits scattered with the light.

As for the sacrificial altar, she was weakly holding on to the scepter that had lost her divine power, barely standing, her eyes dizzy.

Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to a piece of gold leaf with a hollow pattern flying from the scepter, only to see it fall into the ground and "smack" into the cracks in the ground, causing the underground cries to change rhythm and pierce the eardrums.

If you look closely, you can see invisible ripples in the air, causing the evil spirits and the army to fall to the ground, and even the ground to dance with it.

Black Jiao was attacked by witchcraft, and his silver mask was burned on the head, so he looked up at the altar in the city, and the pair of green eyes glowed with black spots, and sneered—a woman who was indifferent and waiting for death completely occupied its pupils.

It suddenly swept away its tail and ran towards the city. And on the battlefield, blood splattered, and countless soldiers, evil spirits, and even behemoths clamored for people to slip on their backs and fall in a pool of blood, stirring up the bloodthirsty "demon army" Yaxing.

When the black Jiao's sleek body approached the city wall, it was discovered that it had grown larger. The belly is as high as the city wall, and the body is more than ten zhang long--he really deserves to be the first demon fighter of the "Eighteen Pavilions", devouring blood rain and unjust souls all the way, and growing rapidly.

Shu Ming rode the big golden crow (the name of the sunbird) to dodge this earth-shattering blow in embarrassment, and saw that several evil spirits actually ran to the sacrificial platform with the black jiao. So he bent the Sun Sword into a bow, and drew three divine swords with red rays from the golden quiver on his back, and shot them at the black Jiao and the evil spirit.

Suddenly, the entire sinkhole invaded by darkness flashed three red rays, shining as bright as day. It's a beautiful red landscape, but there is no joy, and the sorrow of death is played.

When the three divine swords destroyed the world with the divine power to destroy the black Jiao and the evil spirits, the bells on the sacred tree rang non-stop, and countless green underworld guide messengers flew out, leading the evil spirits into the bronze lamp of the soul suppression on the sacred tree.

"Bang. Bell, bell, bell. ”

The holy woman's blood flowed out, and the last trace of heat sank into the cracks in the ground, and suddenly the sound of the underground stopped abruptly, and the silence was restored. Her body fell to the altar, and the golden scepter rolled down the altar with blood stains, following the blood that continued to leak into the cracks.

The nine sun god birds were inspired, carrying Shu will fly to the sacrificial platform, suddenly the heaven and earth blew a strong wind, the underground clamor stopped, and the black Jiao body three arrows escaped to the north, was hit by the thunder grid, and turned into a long stone mountain, three divine swords with red light automatically flew back to the quiver on the back of Shu Ming, and the three arrow holes gurgled out of the quiet spring water.

In this way, the first priestess in the sinkhole and many old hermit masters died, in order to escort the evil spirits to the time and space vortex, Shu Ming ordered his subordinates to throw all kinds of corpses on the entire battlefield to bury near the sacrificial platform, and took down all the soul-calming bronze lamps from the sacred tree, and buried all the sacred trees and other sacrificial artifacts near the sacrificial platform.

In this way, it was not enough, the nine golden crows flapped their wings and piled up all the high-quality soil in a radius of thousands of miles outside the city, making this form a lonely mountain in the sinkhole.

There was no blood, no traces, no stories, as if no one had ever appeared. No one wants to remember this horrific separation. Isn't it?

In the end, Shu Ming and the others, under the response of the dungeon warriors, took all the descendants of the priests and the bronze lamp that imprisoned the evil spirits, and went to the sea area with the space-time tunnel, and dived to the bottom of the sea through the space-time tunnel, no longer asking about anything on the ground.

They clearly knew that the Holy Sage of the Sanctuary would not visit the earth again, and that if there was a realm spirit war, it would be tantamount to turning the earth into the ultimate graveyard. In addition to guarding the evil spirits at the bottom of the sea and preventing them from going to the world to deceive people, it cannot prevent the darkness and evil of human nature from breeding and spreading. The greed and inferiority in human nature are innate, and even if the Holy One visits, they are powerless to change it.

Shu Ming was depressed in a cave on a coral reef and almost became a demon, drinking and sinking every day, looking at a peach hairpin in the palm of his hand, thinking about the appearance of the woman who had never seen clearly and never approached. No, I've seen her, the only time I've seen her up close, touched her, was her cold corpse.

Sunbirds have lost their feeders and have to be released and disappeared - perhaps living freely, or perhaps not surviving and dying naturally.

The rest of the descendants continue to explore the unknown in the underwater world, preparing the escape path for the children of mankind, who knows that one day in the future, the small ant colony will rise to the heart of destroying people, and eat the humans cleanly, or even hunt down to the underwater world?