As soon as Lei Zun died, there was a thunderclap on the ground, causing a series of restlessness and madness.

The stars are like a pot of boiling water, and each bubble symbolizing heat represents a chaotic image. On the vast land of hundreds of millions of miles, mountains and rivers, fertile wilderness and wasteland, people, ghosts, demons, and even plants, trees, mountains and rocks all seem to come to life; a roar rushes into the sky, one figure after another rises and falls in the sky, patches of blood stain the earth red, and bursts of tide spread in all directions.

It was the river, river, lake, and even the vast and boundless sea where the monsters gathered.

In the sky, in the earth, in the four domains, in the depths, in the two realms of spirit and demons, and in the vast ocean of land, I don't know how many beast tides occur at the same time; from the holy land of the imperial capital, to the wilderness of mountain villages, and as far as the Daomen clan, you can see the demon beasts raging everywhere.

In the next moment, how many ghosts and monsters came out of the cave, how many demons suddenly went crazy, how many people lost their minds in an instant, and how many sects became chaotic in an instant. The first wail sounded, the first blood flower appeared, the first life perished, and the whole human world was plunged into war in an instant, with enemies on all sides.

At this moment, the same sixteen words sounded in the hearts of those people, those beasts, those ghosts, and those demons, enough to create a summons from the soul, and howl wildly in unison.

"All ten sons are dead, the world should be destroyed, the edict of the mountain king, kill the world!"

The order is like a mountain, and the world is in chaos.

Every side, every place, every minute, every deep mountain, every river and sea, the battle is everywhere, and the fighting is not endless. Countless lives were lost in an instant, countless pieces of land were stained red with blood, and countless streamers of light were shining in the air, and countless groups of demon birds also went crazy.

Countless figures shuttled across the earth, and countless pairs of eyes were instantly blood-red, staring at blood-red eyes. They forget who they are and rush around killing only the one they see, tearing apart any opponent who dares to stand in their way, and then rushing to the next one and killing the next.

Next. Next, next group, next piece, tireless, never-ending.

Demon beasts attack demon beasts, demon beasts attack human cultivation, ghosts devour human beings, and human beings fight with demon beasts, only to see the rumored disaster of destruction that has never been seen in person. Only then did people realize that since the year when the true spirit came into the world, they had been living in the flames of war and had never really gotten rid of it.

Compared to such a battlefield, what is the outland battlefield?

Compared to such a battle, what is the battle between spirits and demons?

Compared to such a tragic situation, what is the new battle worth?

Count the hair?

Gross doesn't count

"Those who are in turmoil because of the mountain king's demagoguery, behead!"

A loud shout exploded in the air. Then one after another responded, and the Purple Cloud Island swept through the light. Dozens of heads landed in a moment.

Thousands of cultivators looked sluggish, looking at the qi qi in front of them stupidly, not knowing what to do.

A moment earlier, they had witnessed those they knew lose their minds, shouting and killing in all directions, causing heavy casualties in an instant, and they were relatively lucky. It seems that the Taoist Academy has already prepared a group of people, and they will hunt and kill under the military order as soon as the chaos starts, and the number of monks who are in turmoil is not too much, so that the turmoil can be quickly quelled.

Even so, many people have been killed or injured as a result. Among those chaotic cultivators, the cultivation is the highest attainable major repair, and the incident happened suddenly, and the group cultivators were almost defenseless, and they were very lucky to be able to usher in such a result.

It seems lucky, but the monks' hearts have sunk to the bottom, because they can all think now that even Ziyun Island can be chaotic like this, let alone other sects, other places, and those mortal worlds that have almost no power to resist?

You don't have to see it with your own eyes to imagine what kind of miserable situation the world should be like now?

"The king of the mountain punishes the world, the king of the mountain punishes the world"

The fragile began to wail, the desperate began to weep bitterly, and thousands of cultivators were terrified and helpless, like lambs lost in the wilderness in the night.

The true spirit has the power to destroy the world, and people thought in advance that the so-called destruction of the world is to exert supreme supernatural powers, and the human world will be directly turned into ashes piece by piece; now I know that the true spirit punishes the world without their own labor, as long as they are prepared in advance, and spend a little bit of their mind, the weak world will fall into madness as a whole, and bury themselves cleanly.

This is actually quite normal, and it is also the most reasonable situation. Everyone saw just now that the Golden Crow, which was also a true spirit, was certainly powerful, and it destroyed the Holy Land of the World and the Hall of Immortal Spirits with one claw, but thinking about it on the other hand, even if he had such power, how much time would it take for him to destroy the entire world alone, how much mana, how many years and how many generations would be tired!

What now?

The whole world is in the midst of war, what should I do now?

When he was frightened, frightened, helpless, and angry, the One Token burst into the air, and the Ling Tian Fire Mirror was full of brilliance, and the group of figures fled into all directions in the light, accompanied by a roar.

"The mountain monarch punishes the world, the world can also punish the mountain monarch, the purple cloud order really tells the world, fight!"

Headed by the Mei Master, the four major deacons, the seven elders, the six Venerables, and the teachers, deans, and students from the 27 branches, the battle song was sung in unison.

The old ancestor stood up: "Hundred clans, demon palaces, scattered cultivation, all the people who can fight are dispatched, fight!"

The living Buddha stood up: "The monks of the pagoda, enter the world to level the demons, and the Buddha fights with mercy!"

Breaking the Sky stood up: "Take the power of the stars of the past dynasties and fight!"

The Battle Alliance King stood up: "The Battle Alliance of the Two Domains, four hundred and seventy-eight rudders, quell the chaos and form itself, fight!"

The elders of the Dao Alliance also stood up: "The Dao Alliance Quartet, three hundred and sixty-nine rudders, each with its own strengths, fight!"

An old man stood up: "The battle of the true spirit should be a pity, I will wait for the road is not far, Hedong monk, follow the old man, kill back!"

The old man of Sanshan stood up: "Lingnan fellow Daoists, please follow this seat and kill back!"

The Red Demon also came out of the battle: "Wasteland Monk, go back with this demon!"

"Qiyan Daoyou, kill back!"

"Mobei Xiujia, kill back!"

"Kill back!"

"Kill!"

Spread and fly, fly, run, kill, Ziyun Island once again opened a big umbrella and shot countless streamers in all directions; the voice roared and thundered, and one by one the guò fire mirror resounded throughout the world. It goes to the corners of the world, to everyone's ear drums.

Life and death, the lord is a slave, and even for thousands of generations, as long as you rely on your own hands and blood, swords and bravery. in order to earn a glimmer of life.

Under Ling Tianjing, the world was silent in an instant.

"Kill!"

In a certain mountain and place, someone turned around while carrying his young son and fled, and slashed at the wolf that was staring at him.

"Kill!"

On a certain bank of a certain river, several remnants of the army, under the leadership of the general, turned back to kill the herd of beasts chasing them.

"Kill!"

One day on a certain cloud, several cultivators spilled their magical powers and struggled to fight with the ravens around them.

"Kill!"

On a certain sea and a boat, more than a dozen fishermen raised steel forks. Stab at the ferocious fish that is bigger than the boat they sit on.

"Kill!" 10,000 people in the small city of Luoling raised their knives.

"Kill!" Flurry around the thousands of battles with guns.

"Kill!" the fire clouds danced wildly on the Fire Cloud Mountain.

"Kill!"

The soldiers in the barracks grabbed their battle axes, the heavenly cultivators offered magic weapons, the old farmers in the fields carried their hoes, and the women in the cupboards waved their spatulas.

At this moment, there is no longer any house rule prohibition to stop people's steps.

At this moment, there is no barrier between the two realms that prevents the world from joining hands.

At this moment, there is no more sectarian contention, no personal enmity and public grudge. There is no sea of sorrow and suffering, there is no true spirit, there is no mundane and no cultivators.

This moment. There was no more noise in the whole world, only hundreds of millions of angry faces, and hundreds of millions of chests resonated into a cry.

"Kill!"

In the depths of the wasteland, the pitch-black hall arched through the earth, shooting a puff of unkempt stones into the air. A dull roar followed one another, sounding like rolling thunder from afar. It's indescribably fast. Around it, in the area of thousands of miles, no matter how many fierce demon beasts, no matter how swift the birds, they were all crawling on the ground like lambs at this moment. Moaned and trembled, whimpered and moaned, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

The ink-like colors spread in all directions, and the forests, the earth, the rivers, and the sky were all blackened and heavy, scattered and collapsed, and finally turned into black clouds, tumbling and forming countless auditory hallucinations.

As the amplitude of the bulge grew, the rumbling sound burst through the eardrums, and in the thick clouds, the pitch-black hall collapsed and shattered, and the mountain-like houses and halls flew in all directions like stones that had been ejected, and then they were pulled back like ropes, and recovered at a faster speed.

"Roar!"

Like a sound, like a howl that can only be uttered when there are countless sharp pains, the bouncing palace and the houses slammed together, like pieces of cleverly shaped mechanisms connected together, and like pieces of armor in all directions, buckled to the bulging bow. The ensuing change was that the clasped bow was like a soul possessing a physical body, or the flesh was rubbed into the soul and brought to life.

Come to life, the sky is falling apart.

The whoosh, which at first sounded like a big sound, then it was like an awl made of wind, the tip of which opened violently after entering the ear, and the tail of the waist that grew thicker and thicker rushed wildly, drilled like a mind, filled and broke through all barriers. At that moment, you can see a circle of ripples up to 100 meters high sweeping in all directions, and the mountains and rivers are the same color everywhere you pass, and every qiē is crushed and flattened.

The storm rolled forward, but the ink became concentrated, and the thick clouds within thousands of miles gradually contracted, and at some point suddenly accelerated, and if you saw it, you would feel that suddenly there was a flower in front of you, and in the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were clear.

The sky was clear and cloudless, the earth was flat, and there was not a trace of inclination for a million miles, except for a thousand-mile-deep ditch in the middle.

Heaven and earth are clear, it does not mean that there is nothing between heaven and earth, in fact, if there is a person in it at this moment, there is neither heaven nor earth in sight, only the behemoth that is half floating and half sinking, half human and half demon.

The three-hundred-mile long tail hangs from the heavens and the earth, the five-hundred-mile body lies in the center, the hundred-mile long neck, and the thirty-mile head. The whole body armor is full of light, the body is as hard as iron, a human face is stunning, a spitting letter is vicious and hideous, a person, a snake and two heads look in two directions, each spitting out people's words.

The glamorous head looked at the southwest, her eyebrows and eyes revealed a thick incomprehension, and said: "Four-legged, your body can't get over here, and you want to embarrass the concubine?"

At the tide, the one-eyed fat man waved his hand again and again, the flesh on his face trembled and trembled, and replied with a smile: "Demon concubine, please, I just watch the excitement and don't interfere." ”

"I don't dare. ”

The glamorous head sneered and turned slowly, looking in the same direction as the snake head, and his expression suddenly turned charming.

The head said: "Xiao Ritou, I finally came out alive, and my body was complete, why is the anger still so big, and the head is still so stupid." ”

The head of the snake said, "Aren't you afraid that this concubine will cast a spell again and suck up the leg in your middle?"

The answer was a roar that had been held in my heart for 10,000 years because of shame and anger, and two claws.

"Rotten bitch, fuck you!"

(To be continued......)