Hu Yilong, as a monk of the Kelan Sect, was quite close to the Jianyun Sect, and he had been in retreat for less than half a month, and when all the pills needed for cultivation on his body were exhausted, he had to go to the nearby Fang City, but fortunately, although the Fang City was a little deserted, there was no abnormal situation, which made him feel a little at ease.

At this moment, Hu Yilong was bargaining with a monk who sold spirit grass in Fang City, as a young monk in the late stage of foundation building, each piece of spirit stone had to be broken into a few petals, and he was about to take this purple phosphorus flower at a satisfactory price after grinding for a long time, but there was suddenly countless noises and angry scolding in the north of Fang City, and the momentum was huge, as if there were thousands of monks fighting and fighting.

The stall owner was already impatient with Hu Yilong, so he cleaned up the stall and went to see the excitement, which made Hu Yilong curse in his heart.

"Grandma, what happened, I wasted an hour of saliva!" Hu Yilong licked his somewhat dry lips and squeezed the flow of people towards the source of the movement.

"Kill, kill, kill! It's such a fucking bully, this kind of deep hatred and hatred will not be avenged, we monks will simply commit suicide, so as not to continue to be embarrassed here, and we will have no shame to see your ancestors in the future." ”

"Revenge, my human race will definitely take revenge!"

"Kill the immortal realm, slaughter hundreds of millions of their clansmen, and seek justice for our human ancestors!"

"Kill them!" At this moment, the entire Beifang City has turned into chaos, countless monks' eyes are red, and the outside of their bodies are roaring with rage, like angry bulls, tyrannical, but Hu Yilong was startled.

What's going on now, something doesn't seem right. Hu Yilong's eyes lit up, and when he saw a monk he had befriended in Fang City on weekdays, he opened his mouth and called, "Fellow Daoist Chifeng, what happened, why are you so excited?"

The monk named Chifeng had a cold face, and he didn't open his mouth when he heard the words, and directly handed over a jade slip in his hand, the jade slip was ordinary, milky white, and it was the simplest picture and shadow jade slip, which could be made by ordinary monks in the foundation building period, and it was mediocre. It was only at this moment that Hu Yilong discovered that the mad monk here actually had such a piece of jade slip in his hand, could it be related to the things recorded in it? This person's heart jumped fiercely, and then he couldn't wait to probe the Yuan Shen into it.

The next moment, Hu Yilong's body shook, just because the vast scrolls of pictures kept crossing in front of him. Within the Endless Star Field, countless monks stood solemnly, their bodies flickering with spiritual light, and the coercion emitted by each person's body was enough to make the heavens and the earth tremble......

In the depths of the star field, there is a continent suspended in it, and the luster of the forbidden road in the sky is flickering endlessly. The palace is built in a luxurious atmosphere, the trees are lush and vibrant, and thousands of monsters inhabit it. On this mysterious star continent, there are many monks, but on their foreheads, there is a cloud of runes that jump like demonic flames, and the jumping is mysterious and abnormal.

Thousands of monks fought desperately in the void, the entire void was shattered by supernatural means, countless powerful monks spilled their blood and fell, the entire continent was completely destroyed in the frantic fighting, countless temples collapsed, forests withered, and living beings were extinct.

The entire human realm continent actually fell apart in this great war, and the land he was in was just one of the main bodies.

In the depths of the continent, there are nine mountain peaks standing in the sky, and the momentum is magnificent. At the foot of the mountain peak, there is a huge basin, and the clouds and mist are too difficult to see. But there are enough shadows, among which Julie is holding a huge furnace, and countless demonic flame chains stretch out from the furnace, and the chains are overwhelming, as if endless.

A figure roared from afar, this person was majestic, the breath in his body trembled and the surrounding space shattered, and countless prohibitions erupted wildly, but they couldn't stop his pace from moving forward. But for some reason, this person's face was extremely blurred, as if he was shrouded in a layer of mist, but his eyes were blazing, and he burst out with divine light, as if he could pierce the entire world......

Above the void, two figures fought frantically, and between their gestures, the space collapsed. One of them was an old man, with a demon flame icon burning on his forehead, and his eyes were open and his mouth was screaming wildly. The other is a majestic man, this person is silent, but he has great powers and a tragic momentum!

The old man was not supported, and was hit by the man's supernatural power in the face, and blood rained for a while.

Ten thousand arms poked out from the void, unmatched, like ancient gods and demons, slamming down on the majestic man. In the face of this arm bombardment, the man looked up to the sky and scolded angrily, his body exuded an endless sad aura, his eyes opened angrily, his body turned into a streamer, whistling through the space, rushing towards the arm, and moving forward.

On a vast sea area, the man cried blood and walked forward, holding a cloth in his hand. This picture was silent, silent, but at this moment, the voice of this person was suddenly heard unwilling to give in. "My realm has been preparing for tens of thousands of years to counterattack the Shang Clan, but at this moment I am still defeated, and 100,000 Taoist friends have died, I am unwilling!"

"What is the existence of the so-called Shang Clan? How can the thousands of monks in my realm be willing to be captive by others!"

"Today, our generation is dead, but the fire is not extinguished, one day, there will be our descendants to continue to move forward, vowing to break all these puzzles, and return me to the future!" The man roared, his voice mournful, echoing between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds changed, and the sea rolled over.

The man instantly tore the remnant in his hand into three pieces, threw his hand into the world, and then the figure collapsed, turning into ashes and dissipating. But when the man's figure dissipated, there was a last picture coming out, under the nine peaks, in the valley, the clouds and mist were dispersed by the wind, and some kind of demonic flame chains stretched out from the Ding Furnace were densely intertwined, and each chain was wrapped around a monk's body, and the end was pierced into the skull.

In this valley, the number of monks is dense and endless, and their eyebrows are all clean......

Our generation of monks is not afraid of bitterness, hardship, and robbery, and even if the killing is serious, there is no complaint or regret! Our generation of monks is unwilling and unyielding, and even if the catastrophe is not restored and the reincarnation is forever, they have never bowed their heads at all. Our generation of monks, one day, will break the shackles and inflict all those 10,000,000 years of calamity on them! Even if we have been silent for thousands of years, we will never forget this incident...... Don't forget...... Don't forget......

One picture after another swept in front of him, and a roar and roar swelled in his chest, making Hu Yilong seem to be standing among the ancient ancestors, watching them fight to the death, counterattack the Star Continent, and finally die without regrets. Since stepping into the cultivation realm, a long-lost excitement appeared in his heart, making Hu Yilong want to roar loudly, saying that he could kill and kill thousands of people to eliminate the tyranny in his heart.

The picture scroll slowly disappeared, the sound dispersed, and the entire jade slip fell into a darkness, but at this moment, a tall cloud-patterned white-robed monk suddenly appeared, with his hands behind his back, and his face was slightly blurred.

"My name is Xiao Xuan. The white-robed monk spoke, his voice rolling like a god's low roar, burrowing into Hu Yilong's primordial spirit, making his body tense instantly, and he was also in awe and fear of this terrifying existence with a great reputation in the cultivation realm.

Lord Xiao Xuan's cultivation has now reached the late stage of the Cave Heaven, and after challenging several of the older generation of Cave Heaven monks, he is now firmly seated in the title of the first monk in the cultivation realm, "The picture scroll that you and the others have just seen is what this seat obtained in the early years, and you can swear by the demons in your heart, and there is absolutely no falsehood in the demonstration, just because I have been to the Star Continent, I have fought against the demon monks, and I have killed the Flame Chain King raised by my human ancestors." ”

"Spreading this jade slip all over the world today is to spread the news of this dusty and endless years in the long river of time, so that countless Terran monks can know what kind of suffering our Terran family experienced before the ancient times! Tens of thousands of years ago, 100,000 ancestors resisted desperately, and although they finally died, they broke the captivity of the Shang clan and returned you and I to the human realm where we can live safely, otherwise today you and I are afraid that we will still be ignorant and will be harvested at any time. ”

"Although the Shang clan has retreated, our human race must not forget the suffering it has endured like this! But if there is a blood clan in the chest, see clearly the scroll in the jade slip in your hand, among the ancestors who have fallen or even been killed, there may be you and my ancestors, such a great hatred, pouring the water of heaven and earth can not wash it away, only the blood in the hearts of the enemy can wash away the shame of countless thousands of years in the imprint of your life, and let the ancestors and monks rest in peace!"

"From today onwards, this seat will create a line of Haotian Sect, sit in the town for a thousand years, and make every effort to improve the overall strength of my cultivation realm, and after a thousand years, this seat will break through the Shang clan's closure of our human realm, and then start the road of ascension, and then anyone who cultivates above the realm of transforming gods can be guided by the spirit realm, and there is no need to struggle under the avenue!"

"This seat is all here, Dongzhou, Nanling, Beihai, and the Western Regions have all opened teleportation arrays that can go directly to the Haotian Sect, and there is a blood-blooded human race in the heart to come here!" The content of the jade slip ended here, and the figure of the white-robed monk disappeared.

Hu Yilong raised his head and looked at the familiar person in front of him, the two of them gradually calmed down, muttered for a moment, and then nodded at each other.

"I want to go to the Zhongdu Haotian Sect to see, if this matter is true, although Yilong thinks that his cultivation is not strong, he will also contribute to the revenge of my human race. ”

"This is exactly what I mean, and since this is the case, I will go together. Chifeng Daoren nodded. The next moment, the two turned around and went straight to Zhongdu Haotian Sect.

Starting from the top forces in the Central Capital, the Picture Shadow Jade Jane spread wildly in the hands of the monks at an almost terrifying speed, and in just a few days, it had already spread throughout the cultivation realm, causing countless monks to roar in the sky. A torrent of torrents set off in the cultivation realm, becoming more and more intense, and gradually becoming uncontrollable.

Most of the people who joined Haotian Sect at the beginning were some casual cultivators, and more people maintained a wait-and-see attitude.