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The ancient characters are simple, and they can't recognize what they are telling, but Jun Qinghan can vaguely distinguish a huge pattern under his feet.

The vigorous veins, full of shocking power, between the tactful strokes, the majestic atmosphere, such as the mountains and rivers trampling, the thunder breaks, making people look shocked, the pattern composed of countless veins, extraordinarily powerful, like ancient gods and demons, so that the heaven and the earth are afraid.

"What kind of murder is this?"

Jun Qinghan looked at the ancient patterns carved on the altar, and was particularly shocked, the power of the fierce beast was too terrifying, the arm strength was thousand, the body was as huge as a hundred thousand iron mountains, and the body was covered by the ancient Great Wall of Taichu bronze, and the hair was flaring, like a heavenly spear.

Those eyes are like two seas of blood, crushing the world.

The fierce beast looked up at the sky, its eyes were full of unwillingness, full of desolate killing intent, which was terrifying.

The power that Jun Qinghan felt on the veins was too terrifying, compared to the dragon vein, the heaven and the earth and the phoenix, it was terrifying, it was really unimaginable, if this fierce thing was really born, how fierce it should be, between heaven and earth, who could subdue it?

The beast roared, and the sky shattered!

"Could it be that this is the Kuiba in the mouth of the Demon Venerable?"

Jun Qinghan's brows were furrowed, his doubts were incomparable, and when he was still thinking, the entire billions of territories began to roar and roar, and the boundless and infinite power crisscrossed this barren land, unscrupulous, and at the same time, he felt a great power flowing in the ancient altar.

After being stunned for a moment, Jun Qinghan sat cross-legged, and the exercises flowed throughout his body, he knew that the inheritance of the Demon Dao was about to begin.

Whining...... Whining......

Hundreds of millions of vast lands shook at this moment, splitting the ground into an abyss, Jun Qinghan seemed to be able to feel the countless people of the demon race, reproducing the colorful formation above his head on this vast land, whining, roaring the war song of the demon race.

Jun Qinghan felt the power of hundreds of millions of shares, enveloping the altar.

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In the abyss, the Demon Venerable looked at the scorching light of the Weeping Blood God Monument, his eyebrows were slightly condensed, and his voice was low, "My Demon Clan's people, for the great cause of my Demon Clan, for the descendants of my Demon Clan, exude our last trace of glory, sacrifice the Divine Monument, and contribute the last trace of strength to my Demon Prince!"

The pale yellow voice was in the abyss, mighty and mighty, like a thunderbolt, full of desolate killing intent and deep hatred.

The demon abyss is boiling, roaring this battle song at this moment, and the boundless will is vibrating back and forth in the demon abyss, making people feel frightened, and the emotions contained in it are enough to destroy the world.

The body was suspended in the Demon Abyss, and the Demon Venerable could only see the vast Demon Spring, which collided towards the Weeping Blood God Monument, turning into a trace of blood, and merging into the Weeping Blood God Monument, injecting a trace of fresh power into the ancient altar.

The ancient monument whimpered, as if crying.

The demon spring in the abyss is unhesitating, they have a drop of blood gathered, at this moment, for the sake of the demon clan Dachang is actually at the expense, the abyss war song of the demon spring is more and more poignant, making people feel desolate.

Eventually, the battle song was annihilated.

In the abyss, the Demon Spring disappeared, and only the figure of the Weeping Blood God Tablet and the Demon Venerable stood there alone, alone.

Looking at the empty surroundings, the Demon Venerable became more and more lonely and desolate, stretched out his hand and patted the weeping Blood God Monument, his voice was extremely hoarse, "Old guy, the deity will not be able to accompany you in the future, please assist that kid well, he ...... It's the hope of my demons!"

As he spoke, the Demon Venerable was fascinated by the wind!

"Hahaha...... Thinking about the past, the deity crisscrossed the major battlefields, killing the enemy, how happy, even if it was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao and the clan was scattered, there was not half a tear, but I didn't expect to meet such a sorry farewell today!"

The robe was flying, filled with the breath of endless tyrants, and with this earth-shattering laughter, the Demon Venerable seemed to have returned to the years when he dominated the world and dominated the sky.

It's a pity that the demons are scattered, and the demons are scattered......

Bang!

With a loud bang, in the abyss, the figure of the Demon Venerable burst open, turned into a cloud of blood mist, and completely disappeared into the void.

The Weeping Blood God Monument whimpered, emitting an extremely old breath.

At the moment when the Demon Venerable blew himself up, the space in the Divine Monument suddenly remembered an angry roar, "Boy, don't take the deity, you are the prince of the Demon Clan...... I'm a descendant of the demons!"

On the altar, Jun Qinghan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, forgetting the blood-colored sky in his eyes, his expression was depressed, and then he closed his eyes again, accepting the inheritance from the demon clan and the supreme power from the Weeping Blood God Monument.

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In the bronze hall, the years are silent.

One day, the light around the nine-leaf lotus platform soared, full of majestic power, the breath of the primordial, the nine-petal lotus leaves that had been closed in the void, gradually unfolded, bloomed prosperously, and the center of the lotus platform gradually appeared in Tianbutian.

The dragon forbidden technique around the body has become very slight, and Tianbu Tian's fingers trembled slightly, and I believe that it will not be long before it can be broken.

In the ancient altar, Jun Qinghan, who seemed to be sitting for thousands of years, suddenly opened his eyes, dusted off his clothes, stood up, looked at the vast land in all directions, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Suddenly, Jun Qinghan received a huge force and was directly kicked out of the Weeping Blood God Monument.

Holding the halberd in his hand, looking at the empty demon abyss, Jun Qinghan sighed, and the emotions that had disappeared for a long time came to his heart, "When I was young, a white flag existed like a god, but now that I have reached such a realm, I know that the void flag is all scum!"

Looking at the Weeping Blood God Monument that turned into a vein disk attached to the halberd, Jun Qinghan felt extremely humble.

Buzzing...... Buzzing......

When Jun Qinghan was stunned, the nine-leaf lotus platform that suppressed the demon abyss above his head made a soft groan, which shook people's hearts, Jun Qinghan seemed to be able to hear it, and Tianbu Tian, who was on the lotus platform, mocked contemptuously, "Jun Qinghan, you lost, I broke the seal first!"

"Not necessarily", Jun smiled coldly, his fingers hooking his frost-white sideburns, he didn't feel that the Dragon Forbidden Technique was completely torn.

The sleeve robe waved, the power of the rules flowed, and directly above Jun Qinghan, a heavenly spear suddenly appeared, and the spear was invincible and pointed directly at the Nine Leaf Lotus Platform, in which abyss, making a whining sound.

The heavenly spear did not rush to make a move, but waited, slowly.

In the nine-leaf lotus platform, Tian Butian had already opened his eyes, and the restraints around his body were gone, as long as he erased the last trace of power flowing in the body of the Dragon Forbidden Technique, he could completely tear the Dragon Forbidden Technique apart, "Hmph, Jun Qinghan, I see what you are fighting with me!"

Tian Butian sneered, he couldn't feel any movement in the abyss.

The snow-white robe was flying, Tianbu Tian's palms were sealed, and a jade talisman instantly entered the body, obliterating the last trace of the power of the dragon forbidden technique, and the smile on his face was even worse.

Rumble!

There was a shocking bang, the nine-leaf lotus platform shook, and the face of the Tianbu Tian in the center changed greatly, only to feel that under the lotus platform, a majestic force rose, and with the power of destroying the withered version, the nine-leaf lotus platform was directly blasted into the sky above the giant hall.

A pitch-black figure galloped out of the abyss, holding a halberd in his hand, with a proud face.

Tian Butian's face was angry, he never thought that Jun Qinghan would blast the Nine Leaf Lotus Platform away at the last critical moment, "How is this possible, it is very difficult to erase the shackles of the Nine Leaf Lotus Stage, he actually directly blasted the Nine Leaf Lotus Platform away, what kind of strong strength does this need?"

"I've disappointed you!"

Jun Qinghan hooked his sideburns, looked at Tianbutian who fell from the void, and said with a light smile, "The previous battle is not over yet, continue now, but now you have no strength to compete with me!"

Tian Butian's face tightened, and he felt Jun Qinghan's powerful power, which made him faintly uneasy, his sleeve robe waved, but he said with a sneer: "No matter how powerful you are, now you are still in the White Flag realm, no matter how bad I am, I can still kill you!"

Saying that, Tianbutian suddenly had confidence, "Now he is already a Yellow Order Void Banner!"

"Is there really only the White Flag realm?" Jun Qinghan looked at the weeping blood god tablet on the painted halberd, and said in a low voice.

Between the silence, Tianbutian only felt a slight tremor in Jun Qinghan's painting halberd, and the sound of the soldier's groan was like a ringing ......