The terrifying coercion permeated the depths of the sky between heaven and earth.

Even the wind was crushed by this terrifying coercion, and for a while, the huge battlefield was as dead and silent as a ghost.

Countless pairs of cold eyes stared at the gods who slowly walked out of the Nine Heavens.

They wore gray robes, stepped on gray altars, lit gray divine fire, and their eyes were dim, hidden in the gray mist, sheltering the humanoid creatures that were already faintly about to collapse.

This is the beginning of the Golden Age, which once gave the monks of the Infinite Universe a vague way forward, and the hope of continuing the path of immortality;

But now, they have only one unified name.

False gods!

Endless battles erupted between lightning and stone fire, and on the dark black sky, blood rained down every moment.

There were sect veterans who stabbed the personal disciples of the past, and there were also those who smiled and poured gray flames into the spiritual platform of the elders of the sect in the past.

After the treacherous change, the killing methods of the Nine Heavens Pseudo-God seem to be related to the Gray Divine Fire.

In the past, when he dreamed back to the Three Ancient Times, Su Musha had seen the terrifying golden divine fire, as if some kind of ominous fire that could not be expelled could erode the monk's path to immortality for a hundred years, erase a person's spiritual wisdom and evolve into a new false god in just a few breaths.

Such as Bai Xun, such as Mujie, are all like this, in the past, it was a barbarian cultivation, but under the influence of the god fruit, he could turn his back on the barbarian totem and embark on the road of pseudo-gods.

Today's gray divine fire is even more corrosive than the golden divine fire of the past.

Su Musha saw with his own eyes that a Dao Monarch who came from the Northern Regions performed a supreme killing technique, and with a wave of his hand, he bombarded several pseudo-gods into powder, but he still couldn't escape the erosion of the gray divine fire on his body, this fire didn't even burn the Daojun's robes in the slightest, but it was like maggots attached to the bones, even if the Dao Jun cut off his arm, he couldn't get rid of it, and it poured directly into the Mud Pill Palace, eroding the spiritual platform.

In just two breaths, a new pseudo-god appeared, his eyes dark and glittering with gray, and swung his butcher's knife towards the same door.

Su Musha is very cautious, he has never gone to find trouble with those pseudo-gods, the successive changes in the Zhongzhou battlefield have exceeded Su Musha's imagination, he is more intentional to hide it, just shake the hateful flag, control the soldiers of 100,000 ruins, and fight with the divine soldiers and gods.

Su Musha had a vague premonition, the change of the Nine Heavens was just the beginning, the old ghost of chess was dormant for eternity, this was a very careful plan, even beyond the years of an era, to overturn the ancient world in one fell swoop.

Sure enough.

Only a few hundred breaths of time had passed since the battle, and suddenly a strange and familiar fluctuation burst out.

In an instant, Su Mu's hair exploded all over his body, as if he had thought of something, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers of the 100,000 ruins directly turned into beads, and the next moment he had already cast a method of escape, wanting to escape from the Zhongzhou battlefield far away.

At the end of the clouds, twelve quaint god cards hung high in the gray mist.

When the Xuanyang Sect was destroyed in the past, Su Musha had seen the treacherous nature of this divine card.

The material of this god card is not gold and stone, not grass and trees, and there is an indescribable picture engraved on it, which is more like a terrifying divine substance in the warmth, as if there is a living creature stored in it, and its vitality fluctuates desolate and reckless, as if it can isolate the erosion of the years, and survive forever with the world.

Twelve divine tablets hung high at the end of the sky, isolating time and space, as if claiming to be a realm, and colluding with each other.

Whew-Whew-Whew——!

There seemed to be a strong wind whistling, such a sound fell into the ears of the cultivators, but with some palpitating power, for a moment, Su Musha looked up at the dark sky, but he had an illusion, as if he was looking at a certain giant face that covered the sky.

The sound of the howling wind was more like the breath of some kind of treacherous creature in its sleep!

Swish!

Su Mu fell out of the light in embarrassment.

His face was ugly, this was already the edge of the Zhongzhou battlefield, and with just one more step, Su Musha could return to the Southern Territory.

There was nothing in front of him, but Su Musha understood that there was a Sumeru aura between heaven and earth, sealing the Zhongzhou battlefield, and this step was the heavenly moat.

It will be difficult for Su Musha to return to the Southern Regions.

Turning around, Su Mu covered his cold eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a yin and yang ghost fire emerged, incinerating the gods and soldiers who were chasing him into powder, and in an instant, it turned into a red rainbow light, which could avoid the divine fire that shrouded his head.

The successive changes made Su Musha's situation a little embarrassing, but fortunately, most of the people who chased to the edge of the battlefield were divine soldiers and generals, and even few pseudo-gods in the Yuanying realm existed, and Su Musha could also divide half of his mind and carefully observe the changes in the Zhongzhou battlefield.

In the center of the battlefield, the moment the twelve divine cards appeared, the face of the demon spirit son Zuo Si became ugly.

He stepped out directly and walked to the side of Taiyi.

"Ge Laozi, who will explain to the old man clearly, how did the dream of the true Dao master's natal dao device fall into the hands of this group of scum!"

Taiyi's face didn't look much better, he opened his mouth to speak, and finally just remained silent, but fortunately, the cloud hexagram master on the side smiled bitterly and arched his hand towards the demon Lingzi.

"Good to teach the seniors to know, the dream of the Dao Lord was also very treacherous, according to our plan in the past, she should be with the Sword Monarch in the endless wilderness, but I don't know who leaked the news, the Dao Lord from the Southern Regions, was stopped by several humanoid creatures in the realm of power, and fell into a bitter battle.

It was difficult for me to help, and when I arrived at the battlefield, the Daoist only left the stump of the half-rolled array flag, and he didn't even know where to go, not to mention the natal dao weapon, the old demon monkey was also seriously injured, and before a few of us broke through the remnant of the array flag, they dragged the battlefield and sank under the mountains and rivers, and fell into a deep sleep. ”

Hearing what the cloud hexagram master said, the demon spirit son was just silent.

"I only know that the Lord has also embarked on the road of no return, but I never thought that she was in such a situation in the past, such a talented person, but she never left anything behind......"

Zuo Si is very grateful that there are very few people who have become enlightened in the primeval period, and there are very few people who can still pass on their names to the end of the Dharma era and have not been forgotten by the world.

"Linglong Da Luo Dao is already very troublesome, but you don't know that the refining method of the twelve Da Luo Amazing Immortal Cards is made of Luo Xian's Danding Immortal Flame, in the past, the Dream Dao Lord and Luo Xian played chess, but in the end, it was the Dream Dao Lord who won Luo Xian's half-son.

Who would have thought that Luo Xian, who was invincible in the road of immortality, also had a time when he lost, it was Luo Xian who sent a wisp of the origin of the Danding Immortal Flame and the Dream Dao Master, and after three thousand years, the dream really rerefined the natal Dao weapon, and when he was born again, it was already the peak of great power.

I should have thought of it a long time ago, the immortals proved that the immortal card has a great cause and effect with Luo Xian after all, that is, the dream of the Dao master has entered the road of no return, and these twelve Dao cards should not be destroyed, but now that it has fallen into the hands of this group of scum, the old decay can't see through these eternal years, what kind of method they used to erode this set of Dao weapons, and now it is even more treacherous, I'm afraid it will be even more troublesome!"

"Alas, the heavens want to perish, my desolate ancient realm, what can I do about it!"

Taiyi people are very decadent, and Da Luo Jingxian card is in the world, as if it has completely taken away the last hope of Taiyi people.

They had also been dormant for eternity, planning many follow-ups, but they had never expected the appearance of this Dao artifact.

"I have a way to sacrifice my life, or I can smash a corner of the formation, but I need to borrow a book from the emperor to use it!"

A hoarse voice suddenly came out behind Taiyi, and when everyone looked, they saw a living demon corpse coming from nothing.

He carried an ancient knife upside down, accompanied by monstrous blood flames.

The knife is a treasure of the ancients, and it is made from the bones of his previous life, and it is called "Great Xia Dragon Sparrow"!

He borrowed the demon corpse refined by Yu Yao to return to his soul.

Today, the black sky, the gray ground, the red water!

The demon corpse's dark eyes were brighter than ever at the moment.

The cloud hexagram master's face changed.

"Brother Dao, why bother ......"

The smile on his face was a little hideous, and he clenched the ancient knife and lifted it.

"I am a person who has died once, and I will inevitably get tired of living for a long time, so I will give up my life today to teach the world to know!

Lao Tzu is the only Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in the Three Ancient Times!

The last White Bird in heaven and earth!

I...... Not a coward, the White Bird Clan, not a traitor to the Ancient Realm!"

When the words fell, there were faint blood and tears in the corners of the eyes of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.