Hundred countries at the southern foot of Dacang Mountain, the Dacang Dynasty is located in the northernmost part, in the south of the Dacang Dynasty, separated by three dynasties, there is a country named Canghuang.

The capital of the Yellow Emperor once had a population of 10 million, and it was a literary and elegant place, and it was a place of literature and culture among the hundreds of countries in the southern foothills, where countless literati and scholars and beauties gathered in the country, and the name of Wenhua was spread far and wide.

Nowadays, because of its geographical location, the capital of the Yellow Emperor has become the general altar of the reincarnation of life and death.

The streets that were once lined with rows have become rubble fields.

The academies, which were once full of sweat cows, have been turned into piles of bones.

A hydrogen airship flew slowly through the sky, several black smoke columns flew into the sky, the white huge airship passed through the black smoke column, and there was an angry curse from the metal pod below: "The group of cubs below kill people and set fire to live happily, just we are here to smoke and burn, so uncomfortable......"

On the ground, more than a dozen magic tanks 'rumbled' over with a sound, a barely intact courtyard was crushed, and there was a cry of women and children in the courtyard, dozens of life and death reincarnation sect members laughed and rushed out from behind the magic tank, carrying torches everywhere in broad daylight, and the black smoke pillars were like the claws of evil ghosts, quickly rising into the sky.

At the core of the capital of the Yellow Emperor, the former imperial palace has become a flat land.

All the carved beams and paintings are in vain, and the enchanting of the country and the city are gone. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and a thousand-foot-tall white bone altar stood on the ruins of the palace, with fresh blood stains on the white and miserable human bones.

The Great Reincarnation King stood at the top of the altar with a black scepter in his hand, his eyes spewing out a trace of black gas, and he kept letting out a low hideous laugh.

'Tiger Dali' stood beside the Great Reincarnation King, with a smile on his face, constantly rubbing his hands: "It's today, it's today, uncle, I want to fly to become a god...... Haha, sect master, you say, how high will the emperor give me?"

The Great Reincarnation King looked at the airships floating in the sky, and looked at the magic tanks slowly passing on the ground, and said with a smile: "Master Mighty has made countless contributions, and the divine position is naturally extremely high, and the future authority must be not small." However, how high the god position can be obtained depends on our sacrifice, hehe, whether we can satisfy the emperor. ”

'Tiger Dali' was stunned: "Sacrifice?"

Chu Tian, who was standing high in the sky, was stunned - 'sacrifice'?

It's all done, why do you have to sacrifice it?

Shrill cries were heard in the distance, and a large group of heavily armored Men of Life and Death escorted the crowds of Li people to the altar. Looking down from the sky, groups of people could not see the edge at a glance, and they were crying and screaming and squirming towards the altar.

"Such altars, in the hundred countries at the southern foot of Dacang Mountain, a total of 490,000 were built. The Great Reincarnation King held the scepter in his hand, and a cloud of black qi rose under his feet, turning into countless black skeletons the size of his thumb and flying around him rapidly, and from time to time he let out a terrible wail: "The emperor said that every altar sacrifices 100 million living beings, if it can be completed perfectly, let me wait in the Western Heavenly Domain, and take charge of one side." ”

'Tiger Dali' looked faint and didn't react.

After all, he was just a clone that Chu Tian had created with the Heavenly Dao Miaoshu Fruit, an almost paranoid clone who could do anything to become a god in order to ascend to godhood.

Chu Tian, who was standing high in the air, changed his face slightly, and he raised his right hand suddenly, and he was about to drop with a punch.

After all, Chutian can accept the change of imperial power of the secular dynasty, for the sake of the throne, father and son cannibalism, the whole country is in chaos, this kind of thing is happening in countless places all the time, Chutian can completely accept this kind of thing, and does not hesitate to help one side.

Even Yuntian's external expansion campaign, Chutian can accept it.

Isn't this the kind of war that worldly people are pursuing? This kind of war is unjust, but it is the norm in the world, and Chutian can fully accept this kind of war.

But what the Great Reincarnation King was about to do, Chu Tian couldn't accept it!

Chu Tian is not a moral gentleman, let alone a saint, but he can't accept that the Reincarnation of Life and Death Sect has won the final war, and he actually wants to slaughter those Li people who have no power to resist for the sake of Gongsun Langlang's personal desires!

490,000 altars?

100 million people per altar?

Chu Tian only felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, and his heart was even more cold. To what extent does this have to be dehumanized to make such a decision?

490,000 altars, one altar for 100 million people, a full 49 trillion living beings!

The territory of hundreds of countries at the southern foot of Dacang Mountain is hundreds of millions of miles, with a large population and countless people. But if Gongsun Langlang tosses it like this, the entire hundred countries at the southern foot of Dacang Mountain will also turn into ghosts, right?

The bones are white, and the ghost howls.

Chu Tian's right fist ignited a golden flame, and an overwhelming force was about to erupt.

A few figures suddenly flashed out of thin air in the sky, they were several heavenly generals with twelve pairs of black wings on their backs, and the aura on their bodies made Chu Tian feel suffocated. These days, the huge wings are quietly suspended in the air, and the black wings emit black smoke, and gradually a black cloud covers the entire Canghuang Emperor Capital.

A rich death aura floated out from all over the Canghuang Emperor's capital, and the wails of countless undead were faintly heard in the void.

In some places where there were too many dead people, there were even green ghost fires erupting, turning into countless distorted faces and roaring silently towards several heavenly generals in the sky.

With a hint of a mysterious sneer, these celestial generals quietly overlooked the white bone altar below.

Suddenly, several tall figures appeared.

He is five or six feet tall, wearing a strange tight armor in black glass, his face is as pale as paper, and there are sharp small horns on his forehead.

The Horns!

It's the Underworld!

Chu Tian's eyes were suddenly covered with bloodshots, and the Underworld Horn Clan was actually colluding with these Heavenly Court Heavenly Generals?

Chu Tian remembered the terrifying racial ability of the Underworld Horn Clan—they were able to use the flesh and blood of the alien race to nourish and strengthen themselves, and they were even more able to devour the essence of the flesh and blood of the alien race and reproduce more powerful offspring. In particular, the flesh and blood of living beings are the best material for the reproduction of these Underhorn clans.

Devour, devour, devour, and then devour more creatures!

One after another, powerful and terrifying celestial generals appeared, and they were silently suspended in the air, quietly overlooking the mortals below who were constantly moving towards the altar.

"Everyone, you're done! I hope this flesh and blood sacrifice can satisfy you. Gongsun Langlang laughed and fell from the sky, looking at several clansmen of the Hades Horn clan with a spring breeze on his face.