Perfect world.

More than ten years have passed in a flash, and the little milk baby is already fifteen years old.

Xiao Bu, who was originally red in the lips and white in his teeth, has grown into an adult, and his tall figure is like a magic spear, and he is still handsome and handsome.

When those ancient forces in the Nether Dao Sect heard Shi Hao's name, they all fell silent, and their faces were full of fear.

It's really because over the years, he has broken through the Void God Realm and the Eight Domains, killed primeval beasts, drank the milk of fierce beasts, and suppressed all disobedience, which can be described as a famous murderer.

Therefore, in order to eliminate their fear and re-establish the majesty of the Dao system of the Upper Realm, they decided to invite the seniors of the Upper Realm to the Lower Realm and wipe out Shi Hao.

Flood, in a swamp.

The fog is drifting, the yin qi is heavy, and there are some mud crocodiles haunting, waiting for the prey to arrive.

There is an altar in front of it, weird and secluded, the whole body is jet black, flashing luster, engraved with many runes of gods and demons, as if it can penetrate the nine shadows.

Therefore, over the years, Shi Hao has been cultivating hard, never stopping, and enjoying that 'beautiful, life'.

The fate of the little milk baby has long been made public, and all the members of the group have seen it.

"Mother, where are you, what's the matter, we ......."

Wasteland, deep in the wilderness.

Countless years ago, the ancestors of the Eight Domains fought bloody battles in the border wilderness all year round, made many military exploits, and were highly loved, and were respected as the seven kings of the border wilderness.

Not only that, but this is also a medicine field in the eyes of the people of the upper realm.

Han Li: "Praise to me by my true name, and you will see eternal life in reincarnation!" Doghead .jpeg."

Kou Zhong: "The strength of the Seven Gods in the Nether Realm seems to be stronger than that of the people in the Eight Realms of the Nether Realm, by the way, what about the Willow God? I'm looking for help from Ryugami!"

Wang Chao: "Hey, are you the legendary King of Trouble, the Immortal King of the Exotic Land, An Lan?"

It's just that I don't know if today's little milk baby has already been reborn, can it change its tragic fate in the past?

Immortal Zhenren: "@荒天帝, you let it go, if something happens, the poor road will help you carry it!"

Several Venerable Beings above the firmament co-led the ritual to the final stage.

Some people landed on the altar, and some had already exploded in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood, rushing out wisps of red light, and flying into the gods and demons runes on the altar.

However, the strength of the foreign land is too strong, and during the war between the two sides, the Seven Kings carried out a spy plan, deliberately letting some key people go, so that they could pretend to betray the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, flee to the foreign land, and become undercover agents.

Sensing an unfit aura, the young man Shi Hao pinched his fingers and frowned.

The name of the sacred mountain is Sansheng Mountain, the peaks are green and the valley is green, full of vitality, there is a willow tree standing in the wind, and the willow branches are fluttering.

The altar lit up all at once, and the black light rushed into the sky, shocking all souls.

Later, because many of the big names in his team were polluted by the dark matter of the foreign land, and the situation was irretrievable, the Seven Kings had to kill them.

A gray-clothed man shook the sleeves of his robe, threw out tens of millions of people, and wailed and poured down from the sky, densely packed, and fell like raindrops on the black altar.

Then, he suddenly thought with some self-reproach in his heart.

Wang Chao: "Yu Tuo save me? Doghead .jpeg."

Yaochen: "What are you afraid of, it's a big deal to fight back, clear the charge for the Seven Kings of the Border Wilderness, and return their innocence!"

….

This is a human tragedy, and it is unbearable to witness.

"Blood sacrifices heaven and earth, twilight of the gods, opens the way to eternity, and the kingdom of heaven comes."

The runes of gods and demons lit up, swimming like small snakes, turning into lightning, accompanied by blood light, with soul power, and the wails of countless people.

Everything is difficult to change, countless people are thrown into the altar, turned into blood essence, and soul power is collected.

Chat groups.

However, this was in vain, and almost immediately shattered, and the blood and soul turned into red light and floated towards the altar.

In the end, all the weeping and wailing were drowned out by these two merciless words.

The main thing is the upper bound

fearing that the creatures of the Eight Domains of the Nether Realm would develop and threaten them, they regularly sent people to the Nether to harvest a wave.

However, with Shi Hao's current strength, killing these seven people is as simple as pinching an ant to death.

However, such a vast place is refined with great mana, and here, the Great Dao is incomplete and the laws are incomplete, and it is difficult to condense the perfect Dao Fetus, so it is extremely difficult for the monks of the Eight Domains to have high achievements in the cultivation process.

This period of covered truth and the cruel history of the Eight Desolations, Shi Hao always remembered it in his heart and did not dare to forget.

Some of the children screamed, and when they fell from the sky, the cold wind hit and poured into their mouths, and they soon became speechless.

"Hum"

There was a gray-haired old man who roared.

In addition to this, they also have another mission, which is to find the inheritance of the Supreme Palace.

"I don't want to die, what happened, why am I here?"

"Boom!"

At this moment, the altar seemed to have turned into a world, no matter how many people fell from the sky, they were all absorbed by it, and the blood stained the cornerstone red, soaked in a stripe of veins.

Above the altar, the majestic soul power was accompanied by blood light, emitting a strange and terrifying black mist.

At present, when the little milk baby talks about the seven gods in the lower realm, it is the prelude to the tragic life of the little milk baby.

Therefore, he was not worried about the seven people in the upper realm.

The strongest person in the entire world is nothing more than the corpse Immortal Emperor in the depths of the sea, or a corpse.

Now that he saw the Seven Gods in the Nether Realm, he hesitated, and couldn't bear to destroy this beautiful life now.

When these actions reached the eyes of ordinary people, they became the Seven Kings to let go of the betrayers and kill their own people.

With the lives of tens of millions of people as a sacrifice, sacrifices are made to the altar of demons, just to communicate with the upper realm and summon the supreme gods.

This is a catastrophe, like purgatory on earth.

Open a space-time channel, a road to revenge Shi Hao!

"Boom!"

Sinzhou, also known as the Eight Domains, is divided into Heaven and Earth, Xuanhuang Universe, and the territory of each domain is extremely vast, and it is difficult for ordinary people to travel through it in a lifetime.

Emperor of the Wasteland: "Well, with the words of the immortal brother, even if the sky falls, I am not afraid!"

He doesn't have to grow up miserably all the way, he doesn't have to live in intrigues, he doesn't have to suffer so much, he doesn't have to suffer so much.

Feeling the thoughts in the little milk baby's heart, Li Changsheng shook his head.

Why is there a Great Tribulation of the Eight Domains?

The magnificent foreign land, three thousand Dao states, nine heavens and ten earths, and eight major domains

Between the fairy realm and the foreign land, there have been countless eras of falling in love and killing each other, and a tragic song has been performed.

….

Seeing the words of the little milk baby, everyone was stunned for a moment, and soon remembered that there was indeed something in the fate of the little milk baby.

The little milk baby didn't pay attention to the ridicule of the group members, and he was relieved until Changsheng Zhenren's speech appeared.

Finally, one of the gray-robed men spoke, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's begin!"

But what about the Eight Domains? If he escaped, what would the Eight Domains do? He can't take it with him, can he?

Those forces couldn't find him, what should he do if he killed the people of the Eight Domains to vent his anger, or even threatened him with his parents and relatives?

"The willow god is gone, otherwise, I can ask the willow god to protect one or two."

They came from the Immortal Palace, the Heavenly Kingdom, the Underworld, the Immortal Mountain, the Western Sect, the Demon Sunflower Garden, and other forces in the upper realm.

This time, the Seven Gods in the Netherworld, if nothing else, are still seven people in the imprint of fate, namely: Pangolin, Underworld, Yangli, Silver Wing, Heavenly Assassin, Immortal Temple Divine Servant, and Western God.

Here, another grievance will be derived.

In the imprint of fate, it also shows that there are seven gods in the lower realm and eight realms of catastrophe.

Lin Meng: "If I'm not mistaken, you've already stepped into the eighth order, little milk baby, aren't you still handy enough to deal with these seven little minions?"

Seven figures came from the passage one after another

walked out, and all of them exuded a suffocating momentum.

These past histories flashed in Shi Hao's mind, he clenched his fists, and a chilling murderous intent burst out of his eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng: "The world of the little milk baby is a vast world, and the eighth order should be far from being a master, right? And the little milk baby is also the descendant of the Sin Bloodstone King, if he kills the seven gods of the Nether Realm, those people from the three thousand Dao Prefectures will think about it, I'm afraid they will send people to hunt him down, right?"

The worst strength of these people is also the Divine Fire Realm, which has formed an absolute strength crushing against the Eight Domains of the Nether Realm, and the existence of those top masters and Venerable Beings in the Eight Domains is not their opponent at all.

"No, I've already suppressed the major Upper Realm Dao Systems, how can they have the opportunity to contact the Upper Realm?"

"That's it, this little guy is different from ordinary group members after all, I can't help him."

"Moreover, the inheritance of the Supreme Hall has already fallen into my hands, and no news has been transmitted to the outside world, how did they know about it?"

Thinking of this, Shi Hao felt a little regretful, after he grew up, Liu Shen left.

Han Li: "If you don't worship the emperor, your true life has been lost, and there is your name on the reincarnation tablet, why don't you kneel down quickly?" Doghead .jpeg."

With his strength, he can protect himself in front of these big forces, even if he can't beat it, he can escape calmly.

The other person also moved, the blood gourd in his hand opened, and countless creatures fell, some exploded in the void, some fell to their deaths on the altar, and looked very miserable.

Since ten years ago, he has made a name for himself, and he is a bear child who everyone in the entire Eight Domains has heard of.

"It seems that after all, it was I who was too merciful to exterminate these Upper Realm Dao Commanders to cause such a catastrophe!"

The Seven Kings of the Frontier Wilderness disdained to defend the rumors, while the other immortal kings who knew the truth chose not to mention the truth for their own selfish interests, and let the rumors become more and more intense.

….

Emperor of the Wasteland: "What, the Seven Gods of the Three Thousand Great Prefectures have cut leeks in the Netherlands."

The boy is dressed in an animal skin suit, which is full of wildness and at the same time, it gives people a refreshing feeling.

Ye Fan: "Tsk, little milk baby, do you want my brother to help you unload these seven guys?"

"Blood—sacrifice!"

"By the way, I'll go to the group and tell everyone, it's a big deal to ask for the protection of the immortal real person."

In the sky, a brilliant passage appears out of thin air, giving people a sense of unfathomability.

But I don't know what went wrong, or because of the inertia of fate, the original Seven Gods Nether Realm and Eight Domains Tribulation were actually repeated according to the brand of fate!

"I will never let this happen again, my people of the Eight Domains have had enough, and it is simply delusional that you want to harvest at will!"

On the top of the hill stands a splendid palace, which looks noble and sacred.

Hearing this, Li Changsheng pinched his fingers and counted, and instantly knew the little baby's past experience well.

In just a moment, all the mud crocodiles in the swamp went crazy and fled for their lives.

What Shi Hao is worried about is the people behind these seven people and the forces behind them.

At the altar, the blood is gorgeous, and the powerful soul power and life essence are condensed, making it even more demonic, and it almost absorbs people's hearts.

Until now, the truth has gradually been annihilated in the dust of history, and the descendants of the seven kings of the hero are regarded as the descendants of the blood of sin and sent to the state of the Eight Desolations and Sins.

It's just that he feels that his cultivation is too low, not enough to take revenge and blood hatred, and wash away the grievances of the seven kings of the ancestors and the ancestors of the past dynasties.

After a pause, Shi Hao opened the chat group.

However, in order to maintain the stability of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, these messages are hidden.

Now that he is loved by his parents, his grandfather does not have to look for him and leave, which can be described as a happy and healthy family.

Several figures descended on the altar, silent from each other, each standing in a corner, carefully examining the various symbols on the altar to see if there were any flaws.

As they spoke, they all flew away from the altar and stood in the distance, chanting incantations.

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At the same time, several other people also started at the same time, each showing their magical powers, throwing the captured creatures to the altar, and their souls bloomed. Countless lives have withered.

Every once in a while, there will be people from the upper realm in the lower realm, who regard those venerable beings in the lower realm who have finally achieved cultivation as human medicine, and are cruelly picked by the big people in the upper realm, or refined into human treasure pills, or accepted as mounts, or even directly wiped out.

Just as the passage to the upper realm was opened and the breath of the lower realm of the seven figures came out, a young man walked out of the palace.

The monks who were captured were still like this, let alone ordinary people.

In just an instant, the altar communicated with the Upper Realm, opening a portal to the Upper Realm.

If Ryujin hadn't left, he wouldn't have to worry so much.

After joining the chat group, the fate line of the little milk baby was dialed and went to another unknown direction.

They did not know that the source of the dark turmoil in the whole world was caused by a drop of dirty blood falling from above.

This momentum permeated out, and the wind and clouds changed, like a circle of ripples, spreading to the entire Eight Domains.

He stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, as if he had seen the tragic image of the flood region, and muttered to himself:

"Heaven, open your eyes, how can this be, demons are rampant, ravaging the world......

Emperor of the Wasteland: "Then I'll start a live broadcast, if there is any accident, Brother Changsheng, you have to come and save me!"

There is a sacred mountain standing here, which runs through the sky, and is built by Shi Hao, the uncrowned king of the Eight Domains, with great mana.

Some monks shouted, but to no avail, they still fell, and their bones were broken.

Someone whispered, like a magic spell, making thousands of trees and leaves scattered.

"The breath that doesn't belong to this realm? Could it be a traverser? Hey. It's from the upper realm!"

In addition to him, there are only four quasi-emperors, compared with the immortal real person, he is not worthy of lifting shoes.

In this case, what else is there to be afraid of the little milk baby.

Thinking of this, he turned on the live broadcast.

【Ding! 'Emperor of the Wasteland, you have started the group live broadcast, click here to enter the live broadcast room! 】

(End of chapter)

Three-color cup of milk tea