The Falling Star Swamp, which had been incomparably mysterious for more than a hundred years, was once even more mysterious than the Divine Fall Realm, and was destroyed!

The collapse of the law and the disappearance of the forbidden array brought about a catastrophe that shattered the heavens and the earth.

Under the catastrophe, more than 5,000 disciples under the age of 30 from the four palaces of the south, east, and west died tragically, and hundreds of thousands of mysterious beasts were wiped out!

As far as the eye could see, there were scorched earth, bottomless ravines that covered the earth, and blazing flames everywhere.

The only remaining beasts can already be described as rare, and in the face of the destruction of their homeland, they can only roar, wail, and lick their wounds.

Then......

The Terran warriors have entered!

Because of the loss of the "Thirty-Year-Old Prohibition", the vast Godfall Realm could no longer refuse the ambition and greed of more Terran powerhouses, and from all directions, Terran warriors poured in like a tide.

It's extremely fast, and it's extremely discreet!

......

But before these Terran warriors, almost not long after the law had just completed its complete collapse, a figure was ushered in on the ruins of the imperial city.

I saw him dressed in a black shirt and black robe, hovering above the ruins of the imperial city in the wind, his face extremely solemn.

On his face, the scar left by a sword wound was made even more hideous by the distortion of his facial muscles, which made people look frightening: "Dead ......"

He, it seems, determined something.

At the same time, another voice came softly from below: "Sect Master has taken a step first, and he has returned to heaven!"

It was a scribe who looked to be in his fifties, with a white face and a long beard, and an elegant face with a look as calm as water: "Now, only we are left!"

"Poisonous Soul!"

Hearing this, the black-robed man slowly fell, and saw a scribe who had come here earlier than him: "Beigong is still under your control?"

It turned out that this scribe was none other than Wan Ze, the palace master of the Beigong Palace......

Or, it can only be said that this body used to be Wan Ze, the palace master of the North Palace, and his real name is called Poison Soul!

Hearing this, the scribe shook his head and smiled faintly: "The sect master is dead! So from now on, there will be no more poisonous souls! Dong Lei, I am now Wan Ze, the palace master of the North Palace! Just like your Dong Gong Palace Master Dong Lei!"

"You ......"

It turned out that the man in the black robe was Donglei.

At this moment, his face sank, and his words were hoarse with coldness: "What do you mean by this? When the sect master dies, you want to become a lowly human race?"

This time, Wan Ze looked at Donglei silently, and finally took a hand on his back, stepped into the air with his head held high, and volleyed away quite chicly: "I don't want to be a poisonous soul anymore, I don't want to continue to fight again, and I can't even be the palace master of Beigong, but I ...... It's Wanze!"

"You ......"

Seeing Wan Ze break through the air, Dong Lei knew that this fellow of his own clan seemed to have given up something, and seemed to have chosen something.

But he didn't like Wan Ze's choice!

With a gloomy face, he took a deep breath, and then he turned his head slightly and asked, "What about you? You are still a black soul, or are you going to become Zhao Xiaotuo?"

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The words fell, and in the next moment, I saw a black shadow suddenly in the void, and then in a gloomy laugh, an old man appeared.

He is the other remaining powerhouse in the alien race, the Black Soul!

At the same time, he also has another identity - the master of the Terran West Palace Soldiers' Hall, Zhao Xiaotuo!

"Dong Lei, don't you think their Terran name is better? What kind of soul are we, how bad!" Looking at Dong Lei, Zhao Xiao teased and said, "So, I like my current name!"

Hearing this, Dong Lei stepped forward with an angry expression: "You, you also want to try to become a real human race?

"No, no, no......"

The evil sneered, and Zhao Xiaochu asked rhetorically: "Donglei, if the kid you sent in by all means knows the truth, don't you think we will become very dangerous because of this?"

Dangerous......

The Heavenly Soul died, and the disciples of the Yin Gu Sect who came to this continent lost the ability to restore their peak strength at any time.

At the same time, there are not many of them left: except for Dong Lei, Zhao Xiaotuo and Wan Ze, there seems to be no other alien race.

In this way, once Han Jing tells the truth, Donglei and the others will be in danger!

After all, with their current strength, they can't fight against the Terrans, let alone the combined forces of the Terrans and the Demon Race.

Seeing Dong Lei pondering, although Zhao Xiaotao was already an old age, there was an extremely bright light in his eyes: "Only a name like Dong Lei and Zhao Xiaotao and the rights that belong to them can ensure our safety, isn't it?"

In a word, Dong Lei understood: "Are you saying that we need to use our current identities to make another big plan?"

With a smile, Zhao Xiaofu nodded.

"Wan Ze seems to want to blend in with the human race, and he has been like this all these years! As for Feng Qingshui...... It's weird that they're missing! And the blue soul and the purple soul seem to be dead...... Hey, it's not easy for us to survive! How can we dominate this continent without the help of this skin now? How can we return to my Yin Gu Sect?"

Taking a step forward again, Dong Lei asked, "You, do you have any good ideas?"

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Xiaochu raised his head and looked at the sky: "No matter whether Han Jing knows the truth or not, he must be killed or captured immediately! The truth must be buried! The weapon of the previous demon emperor must be destroyed, and it must not fall into the hands of the powerhouses of this continent again!"

"Deal with Han Jing first, and then what?"

"Naturally, the more chaotic the better!" replied, Zhao Xiaoshu lowered his head and smiled coldly: "The troubled times appear, the Divine Alliance Hall collapses! Xuanwu Saint Venerable does not exist...... Of course, do you remember the deal between the Heavenly Soul and the Xuanwu Saint Venerable? Hehehe, the Xuanwu Saint Venerable is also a chess piece that we must use first!"

Hearing this, Dong Lei was silent, and he was silent for a long, long time before he finally showed a hideous smile.

"Good good ......"

......

It was a cold night!

In particular, the North Palace is located in the northernmost part of the Terran Continent, so the wind and snow came early, and the night was white except for black.

"Grandpa......"

In an ice-carved castle, a boy of seven or eight years old shouted and threw himself forward.

Hearing this voice, a man with a long beard immediately turned around and squatted down, stretching out his arms: "Hahaha, Lin'er...... Come on, grandpa hug!"

"Hehehe......"

Hugged by the long-bearded man, the boy laughed happily and looked innocent: "Grandpa, where have you been in the afternoon?" No, I haven't seen grandpa all day, Lin Er misses you!"

"Grandpa has a lot of things, but ...... Won't you come back after going out for a while?"

Teasing the boy, the man's face was full of doting and loving.

But soon he saw a doorway at the end of the balcony, and a man and a woman were standing: "Xiaotian, nursery rhyme, you ...... Something?"

Hearing this, they glanced at each other, and it was the woman who looked to be about thirty years old who gave the first salute, and then said with a sad face: "Daddy, the spy came with a message from Nangong and said, ......"

"Say what?"

"Saying that Daddy is a different race, it's called a soul reading ......," replied, and the woman called the nursery rhyme lowered her head.

Because the person standing proudly in front of her was none other than her man's father and the palace master of the North Palace, Wan Ze.

Hearing such words, Wan Ze's face sank slightly, but he didn't speak.

"Daddy......" But Wan Xiaotian, the son of Wan Ze, took a step forward, and had already knelt down on one knee and hugged his fists heavily: "The child is willing to go to Nangong and ask them for justice!"

In Wan Ze's arms, his grandson Wan Lin had an angry face on his face, and he also spoke: "Grandpa, what are they talking about you, let's teach them a lesson!"

Listen, Wan Ze raised his head and saw that the snowflakes were even more chaotic in the deep darkness!

As soon as it is qiē, it is even more chaotic!