[This volume is over soon, and a new volume will soar to the Little Thousand Realms, and there will be a more magnificent world waiting for Xiao Chen, I hope that all fellow Daoists will witness his growth with me. The fourth watch, bow down before stepping down, ask for votes. 】

The battle of Dongxuanzhou, although it was carried out in the Hongmeng Palace, the results of this battle were still spread throughout the entire Xiuzhen Realm in just a few days through some channels: the Hongmeng Palace and the five ancient clans were wiped out from the Xiuzhen Realm, and no one in the clan survived, and the preliminary estimate of the number of dead and wounded was more than 10 million. As soon as the news came out, it caused turmoil in the entire cultivation world, Xiao Chen's fierce and prestigious, and countless monks were panicked.

Killing tens of millions of living beings, such a ferocious and violent act is enough to make countless Demon Dao ruthless monks frightened. In the month after the war, the wind was calm, and there was no follow-up action after Xiao Chen slaughtered the Hongmeng Palace, so that the rolling situation gradually eased.

Yiqi, as a monk of the Golden Scale Sect of Nanzhao Kingdom, is quite close to the Zhao Kingdom, and he has been in retreat for less than half a month, and when all the pills required for cultivation on his body are exhausted, he has to go to the nearby Fang City, but fortunately, although the Fang City is a little deserted, there is no abnormal situation, which makes him feel a little at ease. At this moment, Yiqi is bargaining with a monk who sells spiritual grass in Fang City, as a small monk in the late stage of foundation building, each piece of spirit stone has to be broken into a few petals, and he is about to win this purple phosphorus flower at a satisfactory price after grinding his mouth for a long time, but there are suddenly countless noises and angry scolding in the north of Fang City, and the momentum is huge, as if there are thousands of monks fighting and fighting.

The stall owner was already impatient with Yiqi, so he cleaned up the stall and went to see the excitement, which made Yiqi curse in his heart.

"Grandma's, what the hell happened, I wasted an hour of saliva!" Yiqi licked his somewhat dry lips and squeezed the flow of people towards the source of the movement.

"Kill, kill, kill, it's too fucking bullying, this kind of deep hatred and hatred will not be avenged, we monks simply buy a piece of tofu and kill ourselves, so as not to continue to be embarrassed here, and I will have no shame to see your ancestors in the future." ”

"Revenge, my human race will definitely take revenge!"

"Kill the Shang clan, slaughter their hundreds of millions of people, and seek justice for our human ancestors!"

"Kill them!"

At this moment, the entire Beifang City has turned into chaos, countless monks' eyes are red, and the outside of their bodies are roaring with rage, like angry bulls, extremely tyrannical, but it startles Yiqi fiercely.

What's going on at this time, something doesn't seem right.

Yiqi's eyes lit up, and when he saw a monk he had befriended in the city on weekdays, he opened his mouth and called, "Dongfeng Daoist, what happened, why are you so excited?"

The Dongfeng monk's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak at this moment, and directly handed him a jade slip in his hand. The jade slip is ordinary, milky white, and it is the simplest picture of the jade slip, which can be made by ordinary monks in the foundation building period, and it is mediocre.

It was only at this moment that Yiqi realized that the mad monk here actually had such a piece of jade slip in his hand, could it be related to the things recorded in it? This person's heart jumped fiercely, and then he couldn't wait to probe the Yuan Shen into it.

The next moment, Yiqi's body shook, just because the vast scrolls of pictures kept crossing in front of him.

Within the Endless Star Field, countless monks stood solemnly, their bodies flickering with spiritual light, and the coercion emitted by each person's body was enough to make the heavens and the earth tremble

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In the depths of the star field, there is a continent suspended in it, and the luster of the forbidden road in the sky is flickering endlessly. The palace is built in a luxurious atmosphere, the trees are lush and vibrant, and thousands of monsters inhabit it. On this mysterious star continent, there are many monks living, but in the center of their eyebrows, there is a ball of flame-like jumping runes, and the jumping is mysterious and abnormal.

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Thousands of monks fought desperately in the void, the entire void was shattered by supernatural means, countless powerful monks spilled their blood and fell, the entire continent was completely destroyed in the frantic fighting, countless temples collapsed, forests withered, and living beings were extinct.

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In the depths of the continent, there are nine mountain peaks standing in the sky, and the momentum is magnificent. At the foot of the mountain peak, there is a huge basin, and the clouds and mist are too difficult to see. But there are enough shadows, and there seems to be some kind of vine growing in them. A figure roared from afar, this person was majestic, the breath in his body trembled and the surrounding space shattered, and countless prohibitions erupted wildly, but they couldn't stop his pace from moving forward. But for some reason, this person's face was extremely blurry, as if it was shrouded in a layer of mist, but one of his eyes was extremely clear, bursting with a contaminated divine light, as if it could pierce the whole world

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Above the void, two figures fought frantically, and between their gestures, the space collapsed. One of them was an old man, with a flame burning around his eyebrows, his eyes open and his mouth screaming wildly. The other person was a majestic man, this person was silent, but his supernatural powers were fierce and his momentum was tragic! The old man was unable to support himself, and was hit by the man's supernatural powers, and for a while blood rained.

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Ten thousand arms poked out from the void, unmatched, like ancient gods and demons, slamming down on the majestic man. In the face of this arm bombardment, the man looked up to the sky and scolded angrily, his body exuded an endless sad aura, his body turned into a streamer, whistling through the space, rushing towards the arm, and moving forward.

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On a vast sea area, the man cried blood and walked forward, holding a cloth in his hand. This picture was silent, silent, but at this moment, the voice of this person was suddenly heard unwilling to give in.

"One of my realms has been preparing for 100,000 years to counterattack the Shang Clan, but I am still defeated at this moment, and 150,000 Taoist friends have died, I am unwilling!

"What is the existence of the so-called Shang Clan? How can the thousands of monks in our realm be willing to be nurtured by others!"

"Today, our generation is dead and extinguished, but the fire is not extinguished, one day, there will be our descendants to continue to move forward, vowing to break all these puzzles and return me to Lang Lang Qiankun!"

The man roared, his voice mournful, echoing between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds changed, and the sea rolled over. The man instantly tore the remnant in his hand into three pieces, threw his hand into the world, and then the figure collapsed, turning into ashes and dissipating. But when the man's figure dissipated, there was a final picture coming out, under the nine peaks, in the valley, the clouds and mist were dispersed by the wind, and some kind of blood vine was densely coiled and growing, each rattan wrapped around a monk's body, and the end pierced into the head. In this valley, the number of monks is dense and endless, and their eyebrows are all clean.

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Our generation of monks is not afraid of bitterness, hardship, and robbery, even if the killing is heavy, there is no regret!

Our generation of monks is unwilling and unyielding, even if they do not return to reincarnation forever, they have never bowed their heads.

Our monks, one day, will break the shackles and inflict all those 10,000-year-old calamities on them!

Our monks, even if they have been silent for thousands of years, they must not forget this incident, they must never forget!

Never forget, never forget, never forget,

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One picture after another swept in front of him, and a roar and roar swelled in his chest, making Yiqi seem to be standing among the ancient ancestors, watching them fight to the death, counterattack the Star Continent, and finally die without regrets.

Since stepping into the cultivation realm, a long-lost excitement appeared in his heart, making Yiqi want to roar loudly, and he could kill and kill thousands of people to eliminate the tyranny in his heart.

The picture scroll slowly disappeared, the sound dispersed, and the entire jade slip fell into a darkness, but at this moment, a tall blue-robed monk suddenly appeared, with his hands behind his back, and his face was slightly blurred to make it difficult to see.

"My name is Xiao Chen. The green-robed monk spoke, his voice rolling like a god's low roar, burrowing into the seventeen elemental gods, making his body tense instantly, and he was also in awe and fear in his heart for this terrifying existence in the cultivation realm who was famous and was rumored to have slaughtered tens of millions of living beings.

"The scroll you and the others have just looked at is what I got in my early years, and I can swear by the demons in my heart, and there is absolutely no falsehood in the demonstration, just because I have been to the Star Continent, I have fought against the monks of the upper clan, and I have killed the blood vine raised by my human ancestors. ”

"Spreading this jade slip all over the world today is to spread the news of this endless years sealed in the long river of time, so that countless of my Terran monks know what kind of suffering our Terran family experienced before the ancient times! Tens of thousands of years ago, 150,000 ancestors resisted desperately, and although they finally died, they broke the captivity of the Shang clan and returned you and I to the human realm where we can live safely, otherwise today you and I are afraid that we will still be ignorant and will be harvested at any time. ”

"Although the Shang clan has retreated, our human race must not forget the suffering it has endured like this! But if there is a blood clan in the chest, see clearly the scroll in the jade slip in your hand, among the ancestors who have fallen or even been killed, there may be you and my ancestors, such a great hatred, pouring the water of heaven and earth can not wash it away, only the blood in the hearts of the enemy can wash away the shame of countless thousands of years in the imprint of your life, and let the ancestors and monks rest in peace!"

"The Hongmeng Palace of the Eastern Xuanzhou Huangji Family was bewitched and controlled by the remnants of the Shang Clan, and the four ancient clans of the Mo Family, the Mu Family, the Shang Family, and the Yun Family helped to cause evil, and this time this seat used thunderous means to wipe out the Hongmeng Palace and the four ancient clans, and completely wiped out the remnants of the Shang clan left in my human world! From today onwards, Dongxuanzhou will be renamed Hongmeng Palace, this seat will re-establish the Hongmeng lineage, sit in the millennium and make every effort to improve the overall strength of my cultivation realm, and after a thousand years, this seat will break through the Shang clan's closure of our human realm, and then start the road of ascension, after that, all those who cultivate above the realm of non-falling can get the spiritual world to be guided without struggling under the avenue!"

"This seat is all about this, the Xiao family of the Zhao Kingdom of the Vast Continent, the Forbidden Heaven Sect of the Hanhai Continent has opened a teleportation array to go directly to the Hongmeng Palace, and there is a blood-blooded human race in the heart to come here!"

This is the end of the jade slip, and the figure of the green-robed monk disappears.