This name came out of Wang Yu's mouth, because he was the last innate god who protected the human race.

After that, the Terrans were no longer unhuman.

Ninety out of ten of the Terrans were killed by the demon clan in search of the protection of the mighty, and the rest, the sheltered Terrans, there is not a single one left.

"Do you know what the Terran Tribulation is?"

"All I know is a few lines and numbers in the books."

"Hundreds of billions of trillions of clansmen, less than 100 million people survived in the end, hehe, hehe..."

Wang Yu seemed to cry and laugh, looking down at the witch slayer sword, there was a last picture on it, which was a large painting composed of countless small paintings.

On the plain, a group of Terrans stood on the ground, looking at the sky;

By the starry sky, a group of Terrans, shrouded in starlight, their eyes drooping;

In the Taoist temple, the Taoist priest sits upright, everyone bows their heads, and the meridians murmur;

Wild valleys, mounds of earth, finished wild fruits, a group of people standing, silent;

…

The thunder rushed, the water was choppy, and the last rescued Terran looked at the rear, determined, with endless sadness in his eyes.

Shout~

The light dissipated, and the picture came to this point, and several people were silent.

Styx and Kunpeng looked at the scene and froze.

Ziyang Daoist stared, his eyes wooden.

"I'll remember them." Wang Yu stretched out his hand and brushed the witch-slaying sword.

The witch-slaying sword fell into his hands, not to pour out his own sorrow, but to let him, a descendant, remember those great powers who helped the human race in ancient times, monks.

This move is for grace and not hatred.

Wang Yu knows this, and Styx, Kunpeng, and Ziyang Dao people are even clearer.

That's why I couldn't speak.

The body of the sword is cold, with endless resentment and anger in it, as if it is an endless purgatory, it is composed of ninety percent of the souls of the human race in one world, even if the owner of the sword has been replaced by Wang Yu, the instinct of the sword suppresses its own edge, but it still makes people feel cold in their hearts, and the rich resentment hits the Yuan Shen.

With the blessing of the Dao Fruit level, even the Dao Fruit Cultivator could not bear it.

The divine sword composed of the most determined human soul and the most determined will collection can tear even the body of the strongest ancestor witch, even if it is the extreme convergence of its own edge, it is also terrifying.

Get closer, look at it for a long time, the body is useless, the primordial spirit shakes, and is pulled into the infernality.

This is a fierce sword, not an innate spirit treasure that is better than an innate spirit treasure.

"Don't worry, I'll change everything." Wang Yu muttered in a low voice, his palm was placed on the sword body, the nine-turn magic platform was running, and the secret of the nine-turn was revealed, turning into a dark light between his fingers, and with his movements, it slowly washed the witch-slaying sword.

"What is he doing?" The Styx Dao people were confused, looking at the movements here, a little puzzled.

"He's overkill." Kunpeng Daoren said in a condensed voice.

"Excessive? Excess what? The Styx Daoist asked repeatedly, either he didn't understand what transcendence was, and he didn't understand Wang Yu's current behavior, but he didn't understand why Wang Yu did this.

There are rules in the witch-slaying sword, the heroic souls of the human race, and the anger, resentment, unwillingness, despair in them... is the core of the witch-slaying sword, and this is not a matter of excess.

If it can be exceeded, it is equivalent to the abolition of the witch-slaying sword, an acquired treasure that surpasses the innate spirit treasure.

Pay for one's whistle!

What's more, this is also impossible in the eyes of the Styx River people.

The Witch Slayer Sword is an acquired treasure, and the difficulty of surpassing the Witch Slayer Sword is similar to destroying an acquired treasure!

If the witch slayer sword was so easy to destroy, with the strength of the human race in the future, the magic weapon of the witch slayer sword would not exist for a long time!

Besides, is he really willing to give up such a magic weapon?

"May the souls of the ancestors of our human race rest in peace." The Ziyang Daoist pinched the Dharma seal with both hands, lowered his head, and silently recited the transcendent scriptures.

The sacred and majestic scriptures echoed here, recited from the mouth of the Dao Guo monks, and carried the power of transcending all things.

With the blessing of the person, even the void heaven and earth have been refined in the sound of the scriptures, becoming cleaner and purer.

"Rest in peace, what is rest?" The Kunpeng Daoist whispered and shook his head slowly.

"Just ask for peace of mind." The Styx River people sighed, looking at the witch-slaying sword that flashed faintly in Wang Yu's hand, and didn't think that Wang Yu could really destroy this sword and rest the soul in it.

It's just that, soon, his expression changed: "Hmm! ”

Kunpeng Daoren's face gradually changed, he was shocked, and blurted out: "How is it possible? ”

"Rest in peace." The Shenhai Nine Turns Dharma Platform turned, the Nine Turns Xuan Ao condensed, and as his fingers fell into the Witch Slayer Sword, Wang Yu whispered.

The light flickered, the witch-slaying sword trembled slightly, and it was refined by the Nine Turns Xuanmy, the endless heroic soul inside, the hoarse roar, gradually weakened, a trace of reason, and gradually returned!

"The Witch Slayer Sword is made of the endless Terran heroic souls, and it constitutes an infernal region inside, trapping all the Terran heroic souls in it, and experiencing it over and over again, giving birth to the purest despair and condensing it into an irresistible blade."

"This is the supremely sharp sword, and it is also the purgatory of the human race."

The thoughts in his mind turned, the witch-slaying sword in his hand shook slowly, and the inner rules slowly shook, and under the Nine Turns Xuangong, there was a change.

"What?" The eyes of the Styx River people widened, looking at all this in disbelief, "The witch-slaying sword actually moved, could it really be overpowered!" ”

"Impossible, this is the Witch Slayer Sword!" Kunpeng Daoren's mouth opened wide, his face in disbelief.

"Could it be..."Ziyang Daoren's eyes lit up, staring at Wang Yu deadly... and the witch-slaying sword in his hand.

……

"Witch Slayer Sword!" Under the Fusang tree in the east, Di Jun waved his hand to create a galaxy, collided with the crimson sea of sand, and turned to look in the direction of the Golden Bell Valley in time and space.

"Big brother." Taiyi turned his head and looked at Dijun, and the two exchanged a look.

Di Jun nodded, and with a fierce swing, the Chaos Bell roared loudly, emitting Dao sound waves, like ripples.

Time and space were separated layer by layer, and the body of the Hongyun Dao people who had just rushed over was stunned, and they were caught off guard by the bell!

The red sand is stagnant, the body is frozen, the heaven and the earth are quiet, and everything is stagnant!

"Red Cloud!" Zhen Yuanzi ran the Great Array of Books from the Ground, and the Xuanhuang Light fell, ignoring the Chaos Bell, and rushed into the side of the Red Cloud, and the Xuanhuang Light spread, restoring the frozen time and space on the Red Cloud Dao people.

Shout~

At this moment, a flash of fire appeared, shining in the void, and it disappeared in an instant, leaving a long trace of crimson flames behind him, which lingered in the void for a long time.

"It's Taiyi, he wants to escape?" Demon Master Kunpeng looked over and was very surprised.

This is the Eastern Emperor of the Demon Clan, who would actually make a move to escape?

"No, he's not running away, he's going... Well? The Styx River people turned their heads sharply, realizing that something was wrong, "What about the Tongtian Sect Master?" ”

After being reminded, Demon Master Kunpeng also immediately looked over...

In front of him, the place where the Tongtian Sect Master was originally located was empty, where was there any figure of the Tongtian Sect Master!

Scold!

In the sky, accompanied by a dragon's roar, a sword light appeared out of thin air, replacing the sky, like a long river, clear, quiet and sharp.

The disappeared Eastern Emperor Taiyi appeared in the middle of the river, surrounded by endless river water, trapped in the center, and looked carefully, the river water was not water, but condensed to the most subtle and extreme sword qi!

"Tongtian, you're going to stop me!" Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in his hand and rushed out of the sword light river.

The bell echoed, but did not disperse, with the ether one as the center, forming a circle of chaos bell shields.

"This way, no way!" The Tongtian Sect Master was holding the Qingping Sword, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, he only looked at his own sword, but he didn't give the Eastern Emperor Taiyi any attention.

"What a Tongtian Sect Master, I really think that your name is this, it is really him, do you really think that I am afraid of you?"

Donghuang Taiyi laughed angrily, and with a wave of his hand, the Chaos Bell flew up, shook violently, and the thick bell spread out, retracted, turned into a big bell, and rushed towards Tongtian!

The sword came out of the sky and came up, the sword light was huge, comparable to the mountains, and it hit the bell one by one!

The bell reverberates, and wherever the sound passes, everything that exists, is still and cannot be moved!

This is the bell from the innate treasure Chaos Bell, which has the power to suppress time and space, and the sound of the sound does not destroy all things, but freezes all things.

As long as the owner of the bell is willing, under a single thought, everything will be separated and turned into the finest space-time crystal!

Boom~

The sword light of the Tongtian Daoist collided with the bell, and suddenly a loud sound appeared, followed by countless crystals falling from the sky like rain.

The Chaos Bell is worthy of being an innate treasure, and under the urging of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the sword light of the Heavenly Sect Master can be fixed!

"Sword!" The sword qi was useless, and the Tongtian Sect Master did not panic at all, made a sword finger with his hand, wiped the Qingping sword, and snorted.

The sword stabbed towards the Chaos Bell Phantom, and a condensed sword light flew out, piercing through the void and time and space.

Hearing only a bang, the phantom of the Chaos Bell was directly pierced.

"Qingping Kendo!" Seeing this, Donghuang Tai's eyes were cold, he snorted lightly, and then held the Chaos Bell in his hand and rushed up again!

The Tongtian Sect Master was not afraid at all, Qingping's sword swung, stabbed, slashed, picked, chopped...

Turn decay into magic!

The simplest move, in the hands of the Tongtian Sect Master, has supreme magical power, transcending time and space, and even the rules of the Chaos Bell cannot be completely resisted!

Donghuang Taiyi fought with the Tongtian Sect Master, the bell echoed, the sword light shone, and he froze for a while.

"Big brother, I'll hold the Tongtian Sect Master, you go and catch that monk, the authority of the Heavenly Emperor and the Chaos Zhong Daoyun must not be lost!" Di Jun, who was staring at the center of the battlefield, heard Taiyi's voice in his ears.

He didn't speak, his face remained unchanged, still staring at the battlefield, but his figure was slowly becoming illusory.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the dignified Emperor to have such a sneaky day." Just as Di Jun's figure was about to disappear completely, a long laugh suddenly sounded in his ears.

Di Jun's face changed, and a yellow light suddenly appeared, knocking out his supernatural powers, and his hidden figure recovered in an instant.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, where do you want to go!" Zhen Yuanzi smiled, looking at Di Jun with an ugly face, and he was in a very happy mood.

"You did it on purpose!" Di Jun took a deep breath, his gaze swept over Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun and Tongtian Sect Master, and finally understood something, "You guys calculate me!" ”

"Calculation?" Hearing this word, the Styx Ancestor thought about it, and suddenly remembered what Emperor Jun said before, someone had seized the authority of the Heavenly Emperor of Sancheng.

Originally, he didn't believe it, after all, in his cognition, except for the fact that he could compete for the authority of the Heavenly Emperor here, it was impossible anywhere else.

I didn't even have the qualifications to participate in the competition, let alone won the authority of the Heavenly Emperor of Sancheng!

It's incredible!

But now, looking at Emperor Jun and Taiyi, who were stopped by the Tongtian Sect Master, Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun, a light flashed in the minds of the Styx Dao people, like lightning, connecting everything that had happened before.

"It's really someone secretly doing something against the Heavenly Emperor's authority..."The Styx Daoist's gaze fell on Taiyi and paused, "Maybe there's something else." ”

Combined with what happened before and after, the Styx Ancestor could basically determine: "Tongtian and Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, when did they come together." ”

The Styx Ancestor thought to himself and raised his vigilance, and at this moment, the demon master Kunpeng cast his gaze and looked at each other.

"Demon Master, aren't you going to make a move?" The Styx Ancestor glanced at the Tongtian Sect Master, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hongyun, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, not wanting to be the first to make a move, causing the three of them to hold a grudge.

Although this is inevitable, who will strike first and who will shoot later, there is a lot of knowledge in this.

"What about the ancestor, aren't you going to make a move?" Kunpeng said in a condensed voice: "If they are allowed to complete the plan, maybe, what we think about will not be there." ”

As the first wise man of the demon clan and a demon master known for his wisdom, Kunpeng's IQ is naturally not low, and what the Styx Ancestor can see and figure out, he can naturally figure it out.

Obviously, Tongtian Sect Master, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun and secretly don't know which Taoist friend, together calculated Emperor Jun and Taiyi to seek the position of Emperor of Heaven and something or more.

And, it seems, is on the verge of success, no, it's already successful!

This caused Taiyi and Dijun to be furious, and they repeatedly wanted to get out of the battlefield, find out the secret opponent, kill them, and at least find out their identities.

"It doesn't matter, it's just the position of the Emperor of Heaven and the Eastern Emperor, and as far as the ancestor is concerned, what I get is a creation, and if I can't get it, it won't affect it." The old god of the Styx Ancestor is here, and he looks calm.

"I'm not a demon clan, and this demon clan opportunity is not so important to me."

"But the demon master is different."

"The demon master was originally a demon clan, and he got the position of the demon master, if he wins the position of the Eastern Emperor again this time." Styx Ancestor said slowly, his eyes fell on Kunpeng, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he seemed to be smiling, "I remember, the legend is that the demon master was in a certain big world and became a demon emperor once. ”

"Demon Master, Demon Emperor..."The Styx Ancestor sighed, paused for a moment, stared at Kunpeng, and his eyes flashed, "If you get the Demon Emperor again, I'm afraid that the Demon Master will really become the master of the Demon Clan." ”

"The ancestor laughed, how can it be so simple for the demon clan to dominate." Kunpeng's face remained unchanged and said.

Styx Ancestor sneered, simply put away the two killing swords, and looked at Kunpeng quietly.

He wasn't sure if Kunpeng had already certified the Demon Emperor as he said, plus the Eastern Emperor this time, so that the emperor, the emperor, and the division were all in one, and in the end, he was able to compete with Emperor Jun for the position of the true ruler of the demon clan.

If this is the case, then this time, it is absolutely impossible for Kunpeng to give up.

Even if it's not the case, it's just the second time to prove the Demon Emperor or the Demon Emperor, it doesn't matter.

The Styx Ancestor stared at Kunpeng, and said secretly in his heart: "It seems that Kunpeng has embarked on this road of demon clan domination, he really wants to be the lord of the demon clan!" ”

The other words were all cover-ups, and after a few words, he really determined the path that Kunpeng was going to take.

"It's you, if this road can be passed, you really have the opportunity to go to that place and really change everything." The Styx Ancestor muttered to himself in his heart, his eyes kept staring at the demon master Kunpeng, his gaze was cold.

"Hey~" Feeling the gaze that fell on him, Kunpeng Daoren smiled bitterly, and raised his hand to sacrifice a palace.

The palace is huge, pitch black overall, in the depths of an ocean;

The ocean is pitch black, with endless loneliness, from the most ancient place, where only this side of the ocean exists, so it condenses the original ancient meaning and turns into the oldest loneliness;

Lonely condensation, since it appeared, it naturally appeared in front of the endless red veil, blocking a big red gourd.

The ocean is dead and silent, you can't hear a sound, and in the depths of the ocean, a palace exists quietly, carrying the most ancient loneliness.

Under loneliness, all things return to nothingness and dissolve into nothingness.

The red light gradually dimmed, and the big red gourd slowly became illusory, simple, and from a distance, it looked like a few lines outlined.

Seeing that the red gourd was about to disappear completely, a hand landed on the gourd and grabbed it in his hand.

Then, as if going back in time, the virtual gourd quickly became solidified and returned to reality.

"Kunpeng, are you going to interfere?" The Red Cloud Dao people grabbed the red gourd and looked coldly at Kunpeng standing in the palace.

"Come on." In this regard, the demon master Kunpeng only said such a word, which can be regarded as an answer.

The palace didn't move, the ocean spread, and the boundless black sea rushed towards the red clouds.

"Since you have decided to do it, don't be so petty, do you still want to help me with this little means?" The body of the Red Cloud Dao man shook, and a chaotic side appeared behind him, chaotic, surging, and endless chaotic air currents surging.

A crimson cave appeared in the chaos, with the power to suppress all things, as soon as Fang appeared, the surging chaos became calm.

The power spread, rushing out of the body of the Red Cloud Dao man, and in contact with the pitch-black black water, like ice and snow melting, the sea water was constantly dissipated.

"There are palaces under the North Sea, and continents above the North Sea." Demon Master Kunpeng stood in the palace, his mouth slightly open.

The vicissitudes of the ancient words, through time and space, seem to sound in the original place, and immediately different changes occur.

In the most ancient place where only the ocean existed, suddenly a grain of soil appeared in the center of the ocean.

It was a grain of black earth, emerging from the deepest part of the ocean, which seemed to be condensed by the endless seawater, transformed by endless loneliness, and condensed for thousands of years.

One grain followed another, time passed in the most ancient place, and in the blink of an eye, I don't know how much time passed, and a grain of black soil appeared, with the original soil as the core, constantly gathering, becoming larger, and finally rushing out of the dark ocean and becoming a small island.

After an endless period of time, the island has become a continent, a continent that is more lonely than the lonely ocean, named Zhou, extremely lonely and barren!

"This continent is called Beiju Luzhou!"

(End of chapter)