Remains of the Houyi tribe.

Above the altar, the quaint Houyi bow rises and falls, and the color of life flashes on it. Among them, it seems that a new life is brewing!

"Have you come this far?" Hongjun's figure suddenly appeared above the altar, looking in the direction of Loulan and muttering to himself.

Since ancient times, Nuwa is the second existence, truly out of the Nine Turns of Xuangong, an existence that belongs to her own avenue. Although Hongjun had already guessed that there would be such a day, when she really took this step, she couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

"But he can't do anything right now. Hongjun's eyes were misty, looking at the distant battlefield, his face was hazy, and people couldn't see the look in it.

As he spoke, Hongjun stepped into the void, the whole person was hazy, illusory and real, and disappeared into the invisible distance in one step.

Over Loulan City.

Bai Suzhen's body turned into a brilliant streamer that shone through the wilderness, and instantly dissipated between heaven and earth. Then the whole flood trembled, and the desolate night sky was replaced by countless rays of light.

The night was expelled, and the sky was full of light, revealing endless vitality. Then the sky fell, the golden lotus surged, and the flood began to come to life. With the singing of heavenly sounds, there is an atmosphere of joy in the heavens and the earth.

In the ancient West Niuhe Island, a huge city floated in the sky.

Below the castle is an endless stream of clouds, and when you look from below, you can only see endless white clouds. The city is a million miles in circumference, with high mountains and flowing waters, lakes and canyons abounding, more like a continent floating in the sky.

At this time, although it was late, the whole city was still shining, dazzling as the white sun. And over the city. The vast sea of luck turned into substance. It was like a golden sea of clouds covering the city. In the sea of luck. Standing there is a majestic demon god with three heads, three faces, and three eyes.

Feeling the changes in the desolation, the demon god opened his eyes, and two terrifying silver-white divine lights penetrated the sky. Nine heavens up, nine shadows down. Then a heavy roar rippled throughout the city, causing the uneasiness of countless Heavenly Spirit Clans.

In the depths of the castle, there stands a sacred tree with no end in sight. The whole tree is like a golden cast. Shining in the glow, the stout shape resembles a towering cliff that lasts forever. The tall trunk goes straight into the sea of clouds, making it impossible to see the whole picture.

On the branches of the sacred tree, there are more than a dozen exquisite wooden houses. The wooden house has a peculiar style, on the basis of not damaging the sacred tree, it perfectly blends into the surrounding of the sacred tree, if you don't look closely, it is like a part of the sacred tree.

More than a dozen wooden houses are arranged in a staggered and orderly manner, and in the top one, two figures sit across a low table.

The two of them have long, silvery-white hair that resembles starlight. The long hair was draped casually behind him, and behind him was a pair of wings that looked like dragonflies. The wings are as thin as cicada's wings. But it exudes a wonderful look.

"High Priest, the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Array is still short of materials, and the rest are ready. On the side near the door, the middle-aged Heavenly Spirit Clansman looked respectfully at the old man inside, lowered his head and said.

"My king should understand the significance of the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Array to my Heavenly Spirit Clan. I don't know, what other materials is missing from my king?" The old man didn't raise his head, leaned over the low table, deduced something with a solemn face, and asked casually.

"The blood of the Divine Mansion!" the king of the Heavenly Spirit Clan did not have the slightest dissatisfaction with the high priest's questioning, but became more and more respectful.

He understood the significance of the Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Array to the Heavenly Spirit Clan, and since the birth of the saint a few months ago, the Heavenly Spirit Clan had fallen into an inexplicable impatience. Anyone can understand that when a saint is born, the great world is coming. As the ruler of the Eighth Age, he must bear the brunt of it.

Think of the final fate of the rulers of the past eras, the better ones who survived, and the less fortunate ones who died out completely.

In the face of the birth of the saint, the Heavenly Spirit Clan as a whole appeared in a pessimistic mood. Because they understood that with their strength it was impossible to resist the saints. In the face of this inevitable losing situation, many upper-level people began to live and dream of death, and even some people have become strange.

Although as the king of the Celestial Spirit Clan, he had supreme glory and authority in the past. But in the face of this crisis, which has been doomed to extinction, his own heart is also very heavy. If the High Priest hadn't found a silver lining, he would have even begun to think about retreating for the continuation of the race.

Perhaps, the demon clan that pushed the Heavenly Spirit Clan to the stage back then would be a good choice. The king of the Heavenly Spirit Clan looked at the high priest with a solemn face, thinking about the current crisis and making his own small calculations.

However, in the face of the high priest who had great prestige and lifted him to the throne of the king of the Heavenly Spirit Clan, he did not dare to refute in his heart. Although he had his own thoughts in his heart, he didn't dare to turn his face with the high priest until he was forced to do so.

"Gods?" said the High Priestess, whose body paused slightly, and although his face was calm, his voice was a little heavy.

The gods were active in the primeval period, the ancient period. In this day and age, the soil for the existence of the gods has long been lost. It's not easy to find a god these days. And even if you find a god, it can be quite a hassle to capture it and sacrifice it.

The High Priest thought of the current predicament, and his heart became a little more impatient.

"The king has a message about the gods, but I don't know if it's accurate or not. The king of the Heavenly Spirit Clan looked at the high priest with a hesitant expression, and said with some slush.

He was not sure of the authenticity of the news he had obtained. In the face of a catastrophe that is related to the life and death of the whole clan, he is afraid that he will lose his words for a while and cause an irreparable disaster.

"Remember, you are the king of the Celestial Spirit Clan, the greatest emperor of the Flood Wilderness. When the high priest heard his words, he raised his head with anger on his face. His eyes glowed with colorful light, like a bottomless tunnel of time and space.

How did the high priest not know the king's thoughts, he hated that iron could not become steel in his heart, and at such a time, as a king, he didn't even have this responsibility. He even regretted a little that he had handed over the Heavenly Spirit Clan to such a fool in the first place.

"Don't be angry, high priest, it's just that the place is very strange. This king once heard that in the depths of the forbidden area of the fallen gods, there is a territory of Montenegro. There is. The last god of the underworld!" The king of the Celestial Spirit clan was angry when he saw the high priest. Hurriedly stood up. Explained respectfully.

It's not all for his own selfishness, it's just that the Fallen God Forbidden Zone is too dangerous, and he really can't be sure. At that time, if the hunting gods fail, it will affect the elite of the clan, and it will not lose the wife and the soldiers. At such times, he can't help but be careless.

"Forbidden areas, underworlds, gods. The High Priest heard it. In his eyes, the divine light triumphed, and the colorful divine light turned into a bottomless whirlpool, as if it could devour everything in the world.

He closed his eyes slightly, his mind hooked up with the sea of luck above the sky city, and his soul sank into the demon god that was transformed by luck. The demon god seemed to come to life, the third eye in the center of his eyebrows opened, and a warm silver-white divine light passed through the heavens and the earth, perceiving the nine shadows.

The sea of luck around the demon god burned rapidly, and he stared at the direction of the forbidden area with a hideous face. Around his eyebrows, a mysterious blood-colored divine pattern appeared. The divine light in the vertical eye won a great victory.

"Hmph, the little ants dare to snoop on the deity. "Just as the High Priest was scouting the Divine Mansion in the Forbidden Zone. A roar of anger came from the nine heavens in the darkness.

The voice was huge, as if the punishment of heaven had come, and it was like the punishment of heaven and earth. With an angry shout, he directly shattered his mind that had submerged in the demon god, and the luck of the Heavenly Spirit Clan was instantly cut off by as much as one percent.

Inside a wooden house on a sacred tree.

"Poof. The High Priest opened his eyes with his knees closed, and a mouthful of pale golden blood erupted from the sky, and then he collapsed limply on the low table.

"High Priest. The king of the Celestial Spirit Clan was startled by the sudden change in front of him, and he hurriedly rushed forward to inquire about the situation of the high priest.

In the past, if something happened to the high priest, he might even fall. He would be a little happier in his heart, but now this is the time when the storm is coming. He only asked Heaven to bless the High Priest to survive this difficulty, otherwise he really didn't know what to do in the face of such a predicament.

"There are gods in the forbidden area, we must capture them, bring the treasures of the clan, and there is absolutely no room for loss. The high priest's face was yellow, and his whole body looked as if he was dying. He clasped the king's arms tightly, and his dark eyes were full of solemnity.

As he spoke, he vomited blood in his mouth, and his face became even more ugly. Emperor Wa's blow had already scattered his spirit, and if it hadn't been suppressed by luck, he would have already swallowed his last breath. He knew in his heart that if he was reincarnated, he would have a chance to live another life, but he would face the predicament of the clan. He would rather die with his soul than be reincarnated.

Looking at the panicked king in front of him, he regretted even more in his heart that he had been selfish and had raised a weak king. If time came again, he would rather retire himself than elect a competent emperor for the Heavenly Spirit Clan!

"Go, my time is not up, and the Heavenly Spirit Clan will still hand it over to you in the future. The high priest sighed helplessly, waved his hand, and said weakly.

It's a pity that time doesn't wait for me, I just hope that he can become a qualified king before the catastrophe comes.

When the king of the Heavenly Spirit Clan heard this good news that was enough to make him laugh for hundreds of years in the past, he was only heavy at this time. He glanced at the sleepy high priest with a sad face, and turned away respectfully.

At this moment, he seemed to understand the responsibility and responsibility of a king.

At this time, Loulan City was in the sky.

Li Junhao stepped on the void, and his body was as fast as a thunderbolt and rushed straight into the sky. When he came to the Nine Heavens, looking at Emperor Wa, who had already taken the last step, his eyes instantly narrowed.

Above the nine heavens, the cold wind was fierce.

He stared palely at the place where Emperor Wa had disappeared, and his heart was cold, even more so the cold wind outside.

"We're late!" Li Junhao took a deep breath, looked at Cangjie, who had only one breath left, and Sun Wukong, whose face was full of sadness, and spit bitterly with his mouth slightly open.

He hadn't expected that Emperor Wa's movements would be so fast, and he didn't even have time to prepare to use the power of the heavens, he had already completely refined Nuwa and took the last step.

"We still have a chance, at this time Emperor Wa is about to join forces, but it is not a few breaths to succeed, this is our last chance. Cangjie gasped for breath in his mouth, his face pale and bloodless. He looked at Li Junhao with blank eyes, and said with a firm face.

Although he didn't know what other hole cards Li Junhao had, he could feel a vast and terrifying aura from Li Junhao. That terrifying aura reminded him of that one, an existence that shouldn't have appeared.

Hongjun!

He could only feel that terrifying aura from Daozu Hongjun, who suppressed the world back then.

"My sons and daughters, can you still fight!" Cangjie held the void and stood up.

The cold wind was cold, encouraging his long-sleeved hunting sound. His long sideburns and long hair danced wildly, and his thin body was taller and more majestic than ever. He stared at the Terran Heroic Soul in the sky with cold eyes, and asked.

"War, the Terrans are fighting to the death!"

"Fight, the Terrans will never give in!"

The heroic soul is endless, looking up at Cangjie with a heavy face, and letting out a war cry belonging to the human race.

"You are willing to follow me and fight this last battle!" Cangjie looked at the shocking momentum below, and the people with unparalleled fighting spirit respected the heroic soul, and stood with his hands in his hands.

"May I fight with the sages!"

"I am willing to fight to the death for my human race!"

The Terran heroic soul raised its warriors and roared unyieldingly. Terrans, not afraid of war!

"Haha, my human race has never been afraid of war. When Cangjie heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and a strange flush appeared on his face. He smiled and looked sideways at Sun Wukong, and said with a kind smile: "Wukong can't let it go, so keep it in mind." She said that she has no regrets in this life!"

"Master, the apprentice has gone. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to serve the Master on my knees. Cangjie then bowed respectfully to Li Junhao, with a smile on his face.

In this life, I am a human race, a master.

No regrets!

"Fight!"

Cangjie picked up the Cangjie book with unparalleled battle intent on his face, and there were countless divine texts circulating in his eyes. He stared at the place where Emperor Wa had disappeared, and let out a roar that shook the sky!

"Fight!"

"No regrets!"

Behind him, the Terran Heroic Soul raised its warriors and let out its own roar.

The divine light of Cangjie Book was released, and a war-word divine text that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared. The divine text is brilliant, and the brilliance flows. A golden divine light covered all the heroic souls of the human race, and the heroic souls were like wax men who had encountered the scorching sun, one by one with a crazy fighting spirit and integrated into the divine text.

"For my human race, I have no regrets in this life!" Cangjie raised his head to the sky, and his whole body was full of light. He was burning his divine soul and the Great Dao, and this blow that fused with the souls of countless human races would be his last glory.

The battle word divine text devoured all the heroic souls of the human race, like a bright and dazzling sun, hanging across the void. Cangjie roared angrily, and the whole person turned into a gorgeous streamer, holding the sun and disappearing into the void.

"Cangjie, you dare!" In the void, Emperor Wa roared angrily.

Bai Suzhen has long known that Cangjie, a madman, will not accept his fate so simply. But she didn't expect that this madman actually burned everything in himself and opened the long river of fate. Refining the heroic soul of the entire human race must also prevent yourself from becoming enlightened!

It's hateful!

"Terran, never give in!" In the void, Cangjie resounded with a resolute roar. (To be continued.) )

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