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As soon as the Heavenly Sorrow Sutra came out, the living beings were shocked, and everyone seemed to feel the humane fate in the underworld from these three big characters, which contained an incredible mystery.

Suddenly born with a vision.

The sky is raining, the ghosts cry at night, the creation cannot hide its secrets, and the spirits and monsters cannot escape its shape.

The sky was pouring loudly, like a ghost crying and howling, the wind rolled up and rushed to the sky, and in an instant, there was no cloud, the wind and clouds changed color, and there was a gloomy cloud and miserable fog, as if all the ghosts and gods in the heaven and earth were kneeling and crying.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to see the vicissitudes of civilization of the human race flashing in this heavenly tragedy, running through ancient and modern times.

From the statue of Nuwa to create a man, the three ancestors fought in the sky, Guangchengzi educated the human race, Fuxi painted the sky, Shennong killed the dragon and killed the dragon, Xuanyuan broke through the confusion-

All kinds of visions flashed in the pages of the book, the heavens and the earth wept, and the mountains and rivers lost their color. It was as if the general trend had gone, the heavens and the earth would fall, and countless fortunes would collapse.

The number of humane qi, the humane qi that originally belonged to the major races in heaven and earth, gradually permeated this Heavenly Sorrow Sutra one after another, making people tremble.

"Arcana........ This Heavenly Sorrow Sutra is a supreme humane treasure!!I didn't expect to meet another one here!!"

"That's right!!! As soon as the Book of Sorrow came out, it directly and forcefully plundered most of the humanity and luck of all races, and the general trend of the human race has been achieved. ”

"This is really the supreme opportunity I was waiting for!!I didn't expect to see this treasure come out this time, God help me!!"

The supreme treasure of humanity is a supreme treasure, one of the few existences, but there is no doubt that they all have mysterious functions.

Each one is not inferior to the existence of the innate treasure, and now it is another treasure in the world.

Once again, it has aggravated the greed in the hearts of sentient beings, and if you can obtain this treasure, not only will you be able to practice for a thousand miles in the future, but you will also be able to get the luck of the human race.

And the owner of this treasure, Cangjie, is humble in his cultivation, which can be said to be innocent and guilty, just like a child holding a treasure to swagger through the market, which naturally makes everyone red.

"The foundation is broken! The protagonist of heaven and earth is completely established, I can't wait anymore, the foundation is completely broken! It's over, it's over, is it possible that my ten thousand races really have to surrender to the feet of the human race!!"

"How can I be willing to wait, Cangjie must completely strangle this Cangjie, and report this Heavenly Sorrow Sutra to snatch it over!!"

“.........”

And at this moment, in the desolate world, there are also people who are thunderous at the moment.

The human race is respected, although the heads of the major forces in heaven and earth have long been expected, but when it comes to the real reality, no one can accept it.

Countless people couldn't help but be angry, their faces turned red, and they were completely indifferent from the past, and at this time, they looked at Cangjie above the white water with hideous faces.

"How can we be so good?"

"All the people took action together, snatched this Heavenly Sorrow Sutra, and let the qi in it operate as my clan's qi!!"

"Kill!!"

“............”

Suddenly, everyone present took the lead in holding it back, and rushed up in unison, bound to pocket this day's sad scripture.

The terrifying fluctuations of divine power made the sky cloudless, and the clear sky was immediately rendered with infinite colors, and the layers of void barriers were broken, revealing the supreme power revealed in it.

"If you are arrogant and dare to harm the guests of my heavenly court, it depends on how much you have. We're not vegetarian!!"

"Kill!!"

And the Xuannu and many Heavenly Court monks who were hiding in the shadows on the side, at this moment, they couldn't stand it when they saw everyone desperately killing Cangjie.

Rushed directly to the front and shook these monks hard.

Not to mention that the Xuannu are following Haotian's orders, just some of Guangchengzi's instructions to their guards over the years, intentionally or unintentionally, are worth their help.

They can't sit idly by.

The next fierce battle broke out here.

The terrifying aftermath raged on the white water of the human race, and I don't know how many ordinary people were slaughtered.

Tick tock!!

Seeing this tragic situation, Cangjie's face was unmoved, but a burst of sadness was set off in his heart, his eyes were not instantaneous, and with a move of his right hand, the Sadness Sutra was held in his palm by him, and the pages were turned over.

Immediately afterwards, a murmuring sound came from Cangjie's face.

Cangjie exuded an extraordinary humane aura at the moment.

I saw that he also thought about the demon gods of the nine heavens and ten earths, and sorrow came from it, tears fell like rain, and he cried on his back.

And the tears he shed were a steady stream of blood and tears.

"Holy sorrow!!"

As soon as Cangjie's voice fell, blood and tears fell, and instead of returning to the earth, they turned slightly, like water droplets, and sprinkled towards the greedy people who were attacking on the side.

"Ahh

Tears and rain into sorrow, humanity is poured for it, unparalleled, in the blessing of humanity and luck of the Heavenly Sorrow Sutra, for the first time to show his absolute might.

Many of the strong people present were refined by this sadness that penetrated deep into the soul before they could react, and everything in themselves turned into the aura of heaven and earth, even if they died, they still didn't know.

As long as they don't enter the innate world, no matter how strong the spiritual treasure is, no one can fight with it, and the monks in the original melee are in front of themselves, disappearing without a trace, and not even a trace of corpses can be left.

But whoever is shed by blood and tears will die.

Around, the atmosphere of fierce fighting was also swept away, and countless people were shocked.

This strange method actually killed the powerful monk without the ability to resist, and this method was extremely cruel, and there were no bones left, which was more demonic than the demon way.

If it weren't for the fact that they were still fighting side by side, I'm afraid they would have thought it was a delusion.

Even the people of the Heavenly Court were shocked when they saw this, they had secretly guarded Cangjie all these years, and they had never seen such a strange power, could it be that this was the strangeness of the Wenshi accepting this disciple?!!

However, seeing that the situation was good, their morale was also boosted.

Not to mention what was going on with everyone present, at the same time, suddenly, the heads of the major forces in the desolate world, with all the forces under their doors, came to the side of this human race Baishui City.

Seeing this proud Cangjie, they were immediately angry in their hearts and shouted one after another.

"Cangjie, you take away the luck of my clan, I can't wait to die, even the literary master can't protect you here today!!Go die!??"

Suddenly, many quasi-saint old monsters among the many ethnic groups rolled up the storm, and terrifying visions appeared around them, and one after another law divine chains surged above their heads, as if a vast world was emerging in the void.

There are even many quasi-saints who have recruited all of their three corpse incarnations.

You must know that these three corpses are the last line of defense for the monks, and if the body falls, although the three corpses are not the self, they can also be said to be an alternative 'living'.

And now they have cut off their own back road, and they are about to do their best to get rid of Cangjie in one fell swoop, and they must not leave him a glimmer of life, you can imagine everyone's infinite hatred for Cangjie.

And Cangjie looked up and saw this scene, his expression did not move at all, as if he had reached the realm of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him and his color remained unchanged, dignified and impartial.

"I can't live up to my prestige!!"

To say that Guangchengzi's disciples have their own personalities.

If Yaolan is endlessly indifferent and unique. Kong Xuan's lonely height in his bones. Fuxi is as friendly as a spring breeze. Shennong is as honest as ever. Regulus is a kind king.

That Cangjie is a staunch scholar, and his mood is not shocked, even to the point of being stubborn and dull, which also brings him a supreme state of mind, which is enough to deal with everything.

"Holy sorrow!!"

Another stream of blood and tears was left behind, and the boundless humane luck blessed it, although it was only the Cangjie of Da Luo Jinxian, it made several quasi-saint old monsters present have a sense of disobedience.

It was as if this Cangjie could be on an equal footing with them, but in a trance, he came back to his senses, and his palm fell, aggravating the movements of his hand.

No matter what the hell Cangjie does, he has to die!!

Blood and tears fell, and they directly turned into the three thousand words created by Cangjie.

Suddenly condensed into an illusory long river, this is the long river of human history, which records the sorrow and grievances accumulated by the human race for countless years, under the guidance of heavenly sorrow, turned into the most terrifying force, against the sky.

The offensive of Cangjie and a group of quasi-saint powers emitted a sonorous sound, the glow of the sun, the color of the rui, a magnificent, but under this beauty, there is a boundless killing opportunity.

This killing force is extremely condensed, like thousands of years of ice, refreshing.

Cangjie's heavenly sorrow is of course mysterious, with great magical powers, but there is still a lot of gap from the quasi-holy realm, after a collision, although Cangjie is extremely calm, do not seek merit but seek no fault.

However, under the strength of ten meetings, he was defeated and retreated, vomiting blood again and again, and supported it with all his might.

He's still too tender.

At the moment, a group of human race monks led by the three ancestors of the human race, seeing this Cangjie faintly falling into the form of the downwind, they couldn't stand it anymore.

They knew in their hearts that even if this Cangjie was very strong, the gap between this quasi-saint was not something that the current Cangjie could cross, and it was already a rare talent to be able to stalemate to this level.

Youchao said: "Suiren, I'm afraid that something is going to happen to this kid, if I don't make a move, I'm afraid he will fall." ”

Youchao reacted quickly, and said to the Suiren clan with some eagerness, and the others on the side also reacted.

This Cangjie created the Terran script, but the great hero of the Terran Race, plus he is also the true disciple of Guangchengzi, under various identities, they must help each other, and they immediately asked for instructions.

"Yes!!Cangjie can't be fine. ”

“........”

"Yes, in public and private, we can't stand idly by, Cangjie must be saved, and we can't let him have anything to do no matter what!!"

The Suiren clan also nodded, looking at the monk who was constantly besieging and killing Cangjie, his eyes were slowly full of killing intent.

They were about to help, when suddenly, the Youchao clan seemed to feel something, looked a little excited, and stretched out his hand to stop everyone.

"Looks like we don't need to do anything. The Lord is coming!!"

Suddenly, the originally cloudless sky, suddenly white clouds drifted, and cyan vitality was born in the solemn battlefield, and a monk stood in the autumn wind, like the immortal king of the nine heavens.