The monks on the scene, you look at me, I look at you, they are all confused.

Liu Xing hurriedly said to Wan Tianhao: "Senior Brother Wan Tianhao, the picture on this screen seems to be very much like a memory regression. ”

"In the picture, it seems to be a great secret realm from eight million years ago."

Wan Tianhao didn't answer, or even as if he hadn't heard.

He was secretly watching Luo Fudi's reaction.

What made Wan Tianhao feel incomprehensible was that he actually saw that Luo Fu's eyes were red.

Wan Tianhao thoughtfully refocused his attention on the man on the screen.

in the picture.

The man has a great figure, not inferior to Wan Tianhao.

But at the moment, he is stumbling, and the injuries on his body are even more shocking, and even terrifying!

The man, as if he had crawled out of hell, was covered in flesh and blood.

Every wound is as if it was torn out by a sharp claw.

Even this man's heart has been hollowed out!

At the mouth of the heart, only a huge blood hole remained.

But what is really terrifying is that the wounds on the man's whole body are all parasitic, demonized flesh and blood!

These parasites not only make the man's wounds unable to heal, but even seem to want to snatch control of his body!

But the man seemed to be unaware.

His gaze is as resolute as steel!

The severity of this person's injuries made everyone who saw it tremble.

But he never frowned once.

Such an amazing willpower, it is intimidating!

The next moment.

The man leaned slightly sideways and shot his gaze towards the monks on the scene.

Obviously, what the man is looking at should be the giant monument created by the "Reincarnation Heroic Spirit Stone".

Then.

A rare sadness flashed in the man's resolute face, which was like a knife and axe.

Immediately, facing the giant monument, he clasped his fists with both hands, and his voice was like a bell: "Xuanyuan God King, leave traces here!" ”

"Xuanyuan, pour out the strength of the whole clan to fight against the demons!"

"In the battle of Taixu Mountain, my wife was trapped."

"Xuanyuan is fortunate not to be dishonored, and the nurse and wife are leaving."

"However, my life is over, and I can't go back."

After that, the man suddenly knelt down on his knees towards the giant monument, kneeling three times and knocking nine times!

When he looked up, his steely eyes were moist.

"The grace of the master is greater than the sky!"

"Xuanyuan is incompetent, failed to repel the demons and take revenge."

"Xuanyuan is willing to protect the world, willing to use his body as the soil, and the sword as his ambition!"

The man clasped his hands into fists again and said loudly: "Thanks, Master!" ”

Let's talk.

The man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly drew a long sword from behind his back.

Said sadly: "Master, Xuanyuan is not filial, this life, I have paid it back!" ”

Boom!

The long sword thirsty for demonic blood fell abruptly and pierced the surface deeply!

The sword, like his will, pierced into the earth and took root.

As for himself, he raised his hand and slapped it towards his forehead.

"I'd rather die than be a demon!"

Rumble!

After a palm.

The man, and the parasitic demonic flesh tissue all over the body, all exploded into dust.

His body, as he wished, became a part of the earth.

With his sword, protect the world together.

In the Nine Heavens Spirit Palace, Xiao Gu howled and cried.

"Ahhh

Luo Fu's eyes were half-closed, and his gaze was lowered.

Flick your index finger lightly.

An invisible wind bounced off a teardrop that was about to burst out of his eyes.

The heart is like a knife, but even if there are a thousand words, you can't spit out a word!

Then, the screen changed again.

Around the giant sword in the picture, a section of new green vegetation has emerged.

It seems that some time has passed since the man self-destructed.

At this moment, a monk stumbled and appeared in the frame.

This person was also seriously injured and died, and there were also several places on his body, the flesh and blood parasites of the demon race.

After he was silent for a moment, he suddenly became full of pride and indulged: "The Xuanyuan God King clan, the eighth god general, leave traces here!" ”

"I am willing to use my body as a furnace and my life as a fire to burn all the demons!"

"The Xuanyuan clan, fight against the demons, never die!"

"Swear to death, never be a demon!"

With that, this person threw out the flying sword, and the flying sword was deeply rooted here.

This flying sword is already in tatters, and it is impossible to find even an inch of intact blade.

After the man left his last words, he slapped his palm on his forehead and turned into soil!

Xuanyuan Sword Shrine, leaving two swords.

The picture changes.

There is a one-armed monk with a broken leg and a left arm, and with only one right arm, he crawls into the picture with difficulty.

All of this person's meridians, the Spirit Palace, are destroyed!

But in the midst of such pain, the monk suddenly burst out laughing: "Happy! In this battle, I, slay more than a thousand demons! ”

"Die without regrets!"

"Specially, leave the sword here, and my lord Xuanyuan God King, guard the world together!"

Leave the sword, commit suicide, and incarnate into the hot soil under your feet.

The picture changes again!

A dying man enters the frame.

roared angrily: "I don't share the sky with the demons, and I will make a clear will with a sword!" ”

Keep the sword, self-destruct!

The picture has changed again!

A half-dead monk fell from the sky and fell heavily into the frame.

He struggled to raise his head and coughed up red blood!

"I, the Xuanyuan clan, fight to the death with the demons, and never compromise!"

Keep the sword, self-destruct!

On the screen, the picture is constantly flickering and changing!

The monks of the Xuanyuan clan are coming one after another!

Every monk is parasitic by the flesh and blood of the demons, and his life will not be long.

Every monk has an ambition like steel, and he would rather die than be a parasite and become a demon.

With their flesh and blood, they turned into dirt and built this hundred-mile island!

The flying sword in each sword mound is the soul of a heroic soul, the last will left in the world.

Those flying swords, densely packed, can't see the edge.

Just like their determination to fight the demons, there is no boundless!

Luo Fu silently looked at that one, the land of the Hundred Miles Sword Shrine.

In his eyes, he saw not an island.

It's an inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood!

In his eyes, what he saw was not a boundless flying sword, but a lonely soul like a sea!

The picture is over.

The nine thousand monks of the Penglai Alliance all looked solemn, facing the Xuanyuan Sword Shrine, and bowed collectively.

Some of the emotionally rich female friars even covered their faces with their hands, and large tears rolled down their fingers.

Fang Qingxue's face was sad, and the flying sword in his hand was interspersed on the ground, and he bowed deeply in the direction of the sword mound.

in the sky.

Luo Fu carefully arranged his clothes, appearance, patience, and meticulousness.

When you are sure that you are neatly dressed and decent enough.

Then he walked in the direction of the Xuanyuan Sword Shrine and said, "Eight million years have passed, and today I will sacrifice the ancient soul." ”

"Mountains and rivers are still unharmed!"

As soon as this statement came out!

Zheng Zheng!

In the sword mound, every flying sword shook collectively as if it had heard Luo Fudi's announcement!

The sound of the sword is like a soul lost in the years, shouting heartily!

The nine thousand Penglai Alliance monks, when they heard the sound of the sword, all felt sour in their hearts, and they had mixed tastes.

The mountains and rivers are indeed unharmed.

But it's just the mountains and rivers that are unharmed.

Today's Terrans have long forgotten the blood feud between the Terrans and the demons.

Luo Fu looked back, and with a pair of cold eyes, he slowly swept over the fifty thousand, all of whom had cultivated pseudo-demonic skills.

A monk who swept through the Xuanqing Dao Gate and practiced the Xuanqing Demon Skill.

And finally fell on the face of Wan Tianhao, who had been demonized and was deeply proud.

He, living like a demon, absurdly suspended in the sky, and his face was full of pride.

Luo Fu sneered.

The heroic souls in the sword mound would rather die than be occupied by the demon flesh and blood organization!

But today's human race is arrogant, taking the initiative to cultivate demonic skills, and even take the initiative to demonize, and is proud of it!

If the souls in the sword mound knew, it would be very uncomfortable.

Check it out.

This scene is so ironic and ridiculous.

This scene made Luo Fu sad and angry!

But he didn't lose control, and he didn't look hideous.

His expression was still indifferent, and his calm eyes slowly swept over the group of enemies.

With an indifferent voice, he slowly spoke: "You are like those disgusting parasites. ”

"You are not qualified to enjoy today's mountains and rivers and sunshine."

"But it's okay, I'll clean you and make it spotless."

Let's talk.

Luo Fu put his hands on his back, took a calm step, and passed through the enchantment in one step!

All enemies, all in shock!

"How did he get in?"

"Why can he go in and we can't!?"

"What the hell is going on!?"

"Wan Tianhao Daoyou, say something quickly!"

Wan Tianhao was silent and didn't say a word.

The cold eyes stared at Luo Fu's back.

He was already secretly determined in his heart that no matter what the price was, even if he lost the entire Xuanyuan Sword Shrine, he would kill Luo Fu!

Because of this, he read four words that were deeply hidden from behind Luo Fu's indifferent expression.

Carve! Bone! Enmity! Hate!

Only when the hatred reaches the limit can the angry expression not be able to bear its weight!

will be calm and indifferent.

Inside the Xuanyuan Sword Shrine.

Luo Fu walked forward with his hands in his hands, shuttling through the dense cluster of flying swords.

These flying swords have already experienced brutal warfare and are seriously dilapidated.

And eight million years later, when the land of Luo Fu came in, bringing in fresh air with it.

Those flying swords that stubbornly guarded the world finally ended their fate.

Where Luo Fu passed, the flying swords on the left and right sides withered and fell off in pieces, turning into dust.

Luo Fu walked out of a mile, a mile of swords, and died.

He walked out of the five miles, the sword of the five miles, and they all died.

When he made his way through all the sword bushes, he came to the last one, the long sword left by the Xuanyuan God King.

Behind him, there is already a river of iron powder.

Luo Fu stood with his hands in his hands, his calm gaze, quietly staring at the long sword in front of him.

Calmly, he said to the flying sword, "You are very good. ”

"In Xuanyuan's hands, he must have drunk the infinite blood of the demon."

Zheng Zheng!

The long sword shook wildly.

Immediately after, a transparent sword spirit flew out of the sword body.

The sword spirit turned into a black-armored warrior and clasped his fists towards Luo Fu and knelt down on one knee!

Luo Fu nodded: "But your mission is not over yet." ”

"Regulus is gone, but I'm back."

"Come, this time, follow me, go, kill, man."