Far southwest in the Gonggu Mountains, endless forests deep in the mountains.

Streams of vague ghost qi 'climbed' on the dark and damp ground, like black water flowing, silently, infiltrating the green earth, and its direction pointed directly at the core of the mountain range - the Ten Thousand Ancient Beast Mountain!

The ghostly atmosphere is pervasive, eerie and cold.

Devil Cry Devil Cry is faint and weak, and it spreads through the forest, as if it has hooked up hell. The smell of blood and dryness spread through the valley, awakening sleeping monsters and devouring dormant creatures.

The ghost qi is spreading, and it is devouring.

Devouring trees, monsters, and all living beings.

Along the way, there was a dead silence.

The Nine Sons Ghost Mother escaped from the Western Demon Domain, rushed into the southern land, and learned of the rise of the Beast Mountain, learned the news of Tang Yan and the King of Ma Yan, and learned a series of things.

After that, he resolutely came to the southeast.

It wants revenge, it wants revenge, and it wants to make Tang Yan and King Ma Yan pay.

And the news of Tang Yan's promotion to the saint made it impossible to suppress the killing intent in his heart.

Tang Yan's ascension to the sainthood indicates the comprehensive upgrade of the ghost Qinghuo, and it also indicates that the hell world tends to be complete, and countless ghost fetuses and ghost species are born, and countless unjust souls and lonely ghosts are born. Especially the 'prototype' of the innate ghosts of hell is definitely a fatal temptation for the Nine Sons Ghost Mother.

Even if it is a desperate situation of death, it has to pounce on it and bite hard.

The only thing it is afraid of is the nine infants, but the nine babies cannot always guard Tang Yan, there will always be a time to separate, or when Tang Yan will go out, what it has is patience, which is equal to having opportunities.

However, at noon on this day.

In the silent sneaking, the Nine Sons Ghost Mother suddenly stopped, and in the thick black air, its evil eyes turned and cast towards the east, an inexplicable sense of familiarity teasing it and pulling its attention.

"Rakshasa? The ghost lord who fell first was the first to be reborn. ”

"Graveboy, Cerberus, Prajna?"

"The congenital demons of hell...... It's you ......."

Despite the long distance, the Nine Sons Ghost Mother still captured the familiar aura very sensitively. Separated by tens of thousands of years, separated by the familiar atmosphere of endless years, it is Prajna, Rakshasa, Tomb Boy, Cerberus.

They are all ghost masters who once controlled hell! they were all top killers under the command of the Ghost Emperor!

It's all familiar, and it can't be more familiar!

The only thing that is a little strange is that they are very young because they have just been born.

"My former enemies, you...... Resurrected ......"

"The first generation of ghost masters who were reborn, have you ever remembered my nine sons and ghost mothers? ”

The ghost mother of the nine sons murmured, cold, hoarse, and creepy, and her voice fluttered and flickered, soaked with the coldness of killing, soaked with endless longing.

It stopped for a long time, staring at it for a long time. The surging ghost qi suddenly converged, forcibly converging, and after the rapid entanglement and convergence, a woman dressed in white, with a disheveled hair and a pale face, appeared.

In this dim and dead woodland, this scene is truly terrifying.

"Hell...... My former homeland ......"

"Tang Yan, you left the Beast Mountain......

"Who's going to protect you?"

"Hell is mine, hell ghosts, you are all mine. ”

The Nine Sons and Ghost Mother floated off the ground, staring coldly at the east. It left behind a misty afterimage and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, seemingly floating lightly, but in fact it swept through the space at an astonishing speed, rushing to the east.

It wants to control hell, it wants to devour all the ghosts!

It not only wants to return to the top, but also to make a barrier that the ghost masters of the past generations will never be able to cross.

"Don't think about using the Ancient War Triple!

"My teacher is miserable enough, and he is humiliated by you!"

"Give back my master's martial arts, return my master's body!!" Tang Yan roared again and again, fighting madly, the ten-zhang dragon body was churning vertically and horizontally, and the wind and rain raged in this world, as if he had lost his mind, and the offensive was extremely shocking.

He continued to attack the dry left, endlessly, and did not give him any chance at all.

It's not madness, it's faith, it's guarding.

The majesty of the ancient war triple cannot be desecrated, and the pride of the war demon cannot be trampled on.

The fierce battle lasted for half an hour and entered the white-hot and anxious stage. Tang Yan suppressed Han Zuo, but he couldn't help him, Han Zuo brutalized Tang Yan, but he couldn't kill him either.

Tang Yan showed the strongest strength at this stage, and he did everything he could, even the Four Noble Truths Seal was played, and the Candle Dragon Secret Technique was displayed all over again, completely ignoring the consumption.

However, the battle was fought so frantically and so hard. He finally understood how strong the old man in front of him was, even stronger than the three-legged golden crow.

Suddenly, Han Zuo forcibly broke free from Tang Yan's entanglement and 'fled' in a straight line at great speed.

"Don't want to escape!" Tang Yan pursued with all his might.

"Escape? How could Lao Tzu escape! After playing for half an hour, Lao Tzu has played enough, and one move will win or lose. The third part of the ancient war - killing the gods!" Han Zuo distanced himself and roared loudly.

"You dare?!" Tang Yan's eyes were cracked!

"Lao Tzu has been in retreat for thousands of years, and he has practiced hard for thousands of years before he realizes the last 'killing of gods'...... Lao Tzu won. "The left side of the drought is like a demon, the corpse is like a sea, and the right body is blood-red, and it is hot and hot, giving him infinite fighting ideas.

With a roar, the wheel knife was unleashed.

Boom, dark clouds rolling, space solidifying, torrential rain pours, thunder and lightning form a tide.

The mystery of killing the gods has just unfolded, as if it awakened the gods and caused the heavens to cry.

Endless sword qi filled the heavens and the earth, raging in the mountains, the mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, the space was filled with piercing cracking sounds, the four ghosts were blown away, the childish vines were shattered, and even the wolf's teeth were shocked to retreat layer by layer, making it difficult to rescue.

As soon as the god killer came out, the sky wept and the earth moved, and it was terrifying.

The whole space felt like it was going to be locked down.

"Don't think about it!!!If you trample on my teacher's body, you will trample on my dignity Tang Yan, and you will never allow it, never!" Tang Yan was covered in blood, roaring endlessly, carrying the sword qi in the sky, facing the fierce power of killing gods, and forcibly killed him.

But when the god-killing was opened, the terrifying power of heaven caused by the golden cicada of all beings.

Tang Yan is like a human struggling at the bottom of the sea, and like a demon beast being suppressed by a high mountain, he is struggling at the moment, but ...... His blood was burning, his soul was boiling, the wind and thunder were rolling under the dragon's claws, and the green fire was surging all around.

Tang Yan did not hesitate and was resolute in his killing intent.

"Kill the gods, kill!" Han Zuo held his sword high, pointing straight at the sky, his face was hideous, his long hair danced wildly, his eyes were red, and the endless battle spirit was rushing to the sky, and the swords from all directions rushed over, gathering in the sky above the sword, turning into a shocking sword, like the sun shining in the dark night.

Roaring, a stream of corpse qi mixed with demonic qi rushed behind him, turning into a proud figure, shaking his arms and roaring, the sound of mountains and rivers, and the power of the world.

At this moment, everything trembled, and all beings wept.

With the outbreak of the dry left, the appearance of the idea of war demons, the god-killing skill was truly opened.

An endless despair permeated the heavens and the earth, shrouding the dogtooth mountains, and even the ghosts and wolf teeth in the shadows were terrified, and the uncontrollable despair flooded in their hearts, destroying their will.

They were frightened, they couldn't control their fear, the shocking sword brought them boundless oppression, and they couldn't move at all, as if their consciousness couldn't dominate their bodies.

"No!!no!!never!!!" Tang Yan roared fiercely, like a ghost and a demon.

He saw a majestic figure behind Dry Left, and saw a domineering phantom, familiar and unfamiliar, it was the idea of the war demon, gushing out from Dry Left.

Tang Yan's chest was full of anger, and his blood-red eyes were hazy.

The scene of the Heavenly Tomb Group reappeared back then, and the war demons were torn apart alive, and now half of their bodies were actually smelted by the Corpse Royal Family, which ...... This......

The teacher was arrogant all his life, proud for a lifetime, and he was humiliated after his death.

"Unforgivable! Hidden Dragon Dao!" Tang Yan walked violently, a hoarse roar rolled in his chest, exploded on the tip of his tongue, carrying the overwhelming ferocity, carrying the solidified space, completely exploding, piercing the space, and killing towards Hanzuo.

"Do you know that the war demon used this knife to slash alive the son of the Demon Emperor Ancestral Dragon, the Candle Dragon! Today, history will repeat itself again. Tang Yan, accept the call of death. ”

A hoarse roar resounded in the air, overpowering the thunder tide, and when it was manic, the tyranny was blazing, and the god-killing god condensed with all the strength of the dry left was about to take shape, and a lore was about to erupt.

At this moment of life and death, in this desperate world, Tang Yan attacked violently.

Is it life or death? Is history repeating itself, or is history completely rewritten?

"No!!" Wolf Fang and Lingzhi screamed in shock.

The god-killing martial arts are too terrifying, they are already about to take shape, this ferocious power fills the heavens and the earth, and they feel it clearly. Tang Yan is simply sent to death if he kills it now, once the sword is chopped down, God can't save Tang Yan, and it will be difficult for Tianhuo to resurrect him.

"Die!!" opened his mouth fiercely, his teeth were sharp from excessive madness, saliva was splashing, and his whole face was about to be distorted.

"Ah!!" Tang Yan's fangs were wide open, and Long Xiao was sharp.

Boom, thunder in the sky, and fierce winds.

It was as if the heavens were raging, and it was like God was roaring.

The boundless Dogtooth Mountains have completely returned to silence.