"Yes, to deal with those two, we just need to sit in the sea of blood."

"What if they don't reach the sea of blood?" Lin Jiu asked.

"Then they are not enemies." Fu Xi's expression was calm.

"I see." Lin Jiu's gaze swept towards the sea of blood.

"In this way, leave the matter beyond the sea of blood to me." His gaze turned back to heaven and earth.

The changes that have affected the whole world have been completely unfolded.

It's just a moment of effort, and between heaven and earth, the endless creatures have been divided into two and attacked each other.

In the last moment, they were still close friends and siblings, and they were from the same school, but the next moment, the blades, magic weapons, etc. in their hands were already against each other.

Even if between the changes of heaven and earth, those who have not touched the Tao are no longer able to use their mana, but the hidden power between their flesh and blood has not died out because of this.

Similarly, it is precisely because of this that these creatures, when they fight each other, become more and more cruel.

Lin Jiu noticed that among the countless creatures between heaven and earth, the part that was infected by Heipangu accounted for the largest proportion was those races that had been passed down from ancient times - the more powerful the race, the longer the race, and the closer the race or creature was to the primeval flood era, the greater the chance of them being infected by Heipangu.

Especially those beings whose talents are more ordinary, but they are extremely ancient, such as those Dao Fruit cultivators who came from the primeval wilderness.

Between the changes induced by the Black Pangu, these beings, almost all of them, were infected by the Black Pangu.

On the other hand, those creatures who have not been infected by Black Pangu are either forced by their own strength and their traces of self are extremely distinct, or they are the saint's disciples, and the saint's method has covered the traces of Pangu on their bodies.

Under such a change, the loss of the demon clan can be imagined.

The demon clan is a race that respects bloodlines, and the bloodlines have been passed down from generation to generation, and almost every bloodline can be traced back to the time of the primeval flood.

And in the same way, when these demon clans are cultivating, they are more willing to follow the imprint of the primeval desolation left in the bloodline, rather than looking for new ways to cultivate.

Therefore, at the moment when the Pangu turmoil began, the remaining demon clan between heaven and earth was hit the most fatally.

The more it is the pillar of the demon clan, the more ancient the bloodline inheritance, and the more perfect the demon clan, the more severe the blow it receives.

The entire demon clan, which had only been established for a short time, almost completely collapsed under such a blow.

However, when Lin Jiu's gaze fell on the side of the human race, he was slightly stunned.

Compared with the chaos between heaven and earth at this time, the situation on the Terran side is unusually peaceful.

There are 129,600 cities of the human race, and there are countless mortals in the cities.

But these mortals were almost unaffected by the Black Pangu.

Even though some cultivators who had taken refuge here had been impregnated by Heipangu, under the suppression of the Terran Circle, they were also eliminated as soon as possible......

"Time." When the situation of the entire heaven and earth was seen at a glance, Lin Jiu quickly understood the reason why the human race appeared peaceful.

First, it is the mortals who are themselves weak and unable to cause any chaos.

And more importantly, it's about time – the times, to be precise.

The lifespan of the human race is too short.

For countless thousands of years from the primeval flood to the present, the inheritance of the demon clan, or the inheritance of the Great Sect, is only dozens of generations, or even several generations.

The inheritance of the human race has passed tens of thousands of generations, even hundreds of thousands of generations.

The history, mythology, spirit, etc., inherited by the human race, have undergone several changes.

By now, the Terrans have almost completely abandoned the influence that originated from the primeval flood era.

Therefore, this Heipangu, which was sealed in the primeval flood era, is naturally difficult to have any substantial impact on these races.

Looking at this scene, Lin Jiu's heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Shemale confluence is the right move!

"Your Majesty!" In another instant, the great sages and demon gods of the demon clan who were still awake found Lin Jiu one after another.

"What are we going to do now?" They looked at the tragic situation of the demon clan, one by one, and they were all extremely painful.

How many years of hard work, in an instant, it will be put into flowing water, even if it is these demon god sages, no matter how ruthless, no matter how ruthless, how can their hearts be calm?

Not to mention, just before they set off, he personally killed some of the 'same clans' who tried to do something to them and wanted to drag them back to Pangu together.

The truth of the desolate world is hidden in the long river of time, hidden between the changes of the great avenue of heaven and earth—the more powerful the cultivator, the more he understands the existence of the truth.

On the other hand, those cultivators who are not strong enough still have a clear understanding of the truth and the Black Pangu, but they are still only scaly claws, or even know very little.

Therefore, the demon gods and demon saints who killed Lin Jiu's side at this time, what they saw was not the earth-shaking disaster brought by Heipangu.

It was an instinctive warning caused by the Pangu clan's resurgence.

And under the history of the demon clan, their instinct is to push this warning to the old enemy of the demon clan, that is, the witch clan.

Therefore, these demon gods and demon saints, while their hearts are fluctuating, they also have incomparable killing intent.

Some of those who can penetrate the netherworld have directly broken the passage to the netherworld, and if they want to kill into the netherworld, the biggest reliance on the witch clan is still to guard the back soil between the netherworld.

"All things are born, and those who have spirits are demons." Lin Jiu lowered his gaze.

The black disk is still at the point where the seal is about to be broken, and it has not completely escaped from the seal.

For such an being, to be known means to be perceived—the more people know about his existence, the more magnificent and vast the feedback he receives from heaven and earth, and the more terrifying his power becomes.

And the more creatures know about the existence of Black Pangu, the greater the chance of being infected by Black Pangu.

The demon clan determined his identity as a 'Pangu rebel' through the confrontation of the lich, through the war of the lich, and through the process of the demon emperor raising his sword against the Pangu clan - yes, it was just that when Pangu, the thoughts born in the hearts of these demon gods and demon saints could still be restrained.

But if it is the Black Pangu, these demon gods and demon saints will inevitably take advantage of it and turn into the food of the Black Pangu.

Therefore, Lin Jiu never mentioned the matter of the Black Pangu in front of them.

"The spirited can be called a demon."

"Those who have spirits are demons."

"Now, since there is a living being who is willing to give up his spirit, then he is no longer a demon."

"One by one, it's either a demon god or a demon saint - now, there are creatures who are not my demon clan and are fighting among my demon clan."

"Do you want to come and ask me what to do?"

Lin Jiu's voice became extremely cold at this moment.

"Kill them all!"