"Hahahaha......" An arrogant laugh, the entire sea of blood shook, the sea of blood was connected into a line, and countless mysterious avenue words appeared, each word was blood-red, a total of three thousand, each word revealed the artistic conception of killing the Dao, and the three thousand avenue words connected the sea of blood.

The sound of the Great Dao Tianyin was sung, and each word became a Styx, and the three thousand Styx looked at each other and turned into one, and then into forty-eight thousand Styx, and then into one, and finally countless Styxes, turned into one. Turning into the Styx deity again, he laughed wildly, and said to Di Jun: "Thank you, Your Majesty Di Jun, if it weren't for Your Majesty burning my true body, the poor road wouldn't have been able ......to break through?

Di Jun's face was pale, and he said in a cold voice: "This emperor can burn you to death once, then he can burn you to death a second time, the sun is really hot, and the real flame is connected." ”

"Burning, burning, melting, calcining, refining, dissipating......"

Emperor Jun repeated his old tricks, leading the endless sun true fire to fall, forming a sea of fire, burning the sea of blood, burning the soul, and the Styx was burned again, but then on the side of the sea of blood, in the area where the sea of fire could not be burned, the true body of the Styx appeared again, and laughed: "Emperor Jun, don't waste your efforts, the blood nerves of the poor Dao, there are forty-eight thousand blood gods, countless blood god sons, all of them are the doppelgangers of the poor Dao, how many can you burn?"

Zhen Yuanzi was overjoyed when he saw that Styx was still alive, and asked Styx: "Styx Daoist, you are really not dead, so Daoyou really didn't take away Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

Styx said politely to Zhen Yuanzi: "Brother Zhen Yuandao, when Poor Dao picked up the gourd, he didn't see anything, and Poor Dao can swear." ”

Zhenyuan hurriedly said: "No, no, don't swear by Daoist friends, poor Dao believes that maybe my old friend's life is not good." Zhen Yuanzi sighed, said goodbye, and left lonely, Zhen Yuanzi took the gourd, and no monk went up to snatch it. As soon as Zhen Yuan left, Di Jun and Tai Yi glanced at each other, and at the same time changed the real body of the Golden Crow, and two suns suddenly appeared in the sky, wanting to jointly burn the Styx, and today the Styx has fallen to Di Jun's face, the Styx is not dead, he is not happy in his heart, and the thoughts as the saying goes, are not accessible.

Styx shouted, and the immeasurable sea of blood behind him was puffed up, and it was instantly poured on the golden crow, extinguishing half of the golden crow flame, and Styx laughed and said: "This sea of blood has been connected with me, the sea of blood is not dry, the river Styx is not extinguished, how much blood can you burn, I'm afraid you didn't burn the sea of blood, you turned into a part of the sea of blood." ”

Di Jun's face turned pale, and he said to Taiyi: "Go, Styx, today's cause and effect power should be recorded, and our demon court will come to learn again in the future." ”

Styx watched Emperor Juntai fly away, his face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly, and then said: "I don't know what to say, Poor Dao is waiting for you to come, see what you can do." ”

This big war spread quickly in the flood wilderness, and all living beings in the flood wilderness knew that the original Hongyun Ancestor, because of the attack of the Kunpeng Ancestor, Hongmeng Purple Qi did not know where to go, the Demon Clan Heavenly Court suffered heavy losses, stealing chickens did not become a loss of rice, Kunpeng was seriously injured and fled, and Emperor Juntai retreated in embarrassment.

The fall of the red cloud, although the red cloud had Hongmeng purple qi during his lifetime, was concerned by all sentient beings, but in the entire history of the flood famine, this is just a slightly larger episode, the protagonist of this calamity, is still the two lich clans, the lich war, at this time there is no need for high-level supervision.

Thousands of years of hatred accumulation, where to say anything, the lich is very angry when they meet, they will do whatever it takes to deal with each other, they aim to kill each other.

The hatred of blood still needs blood to repay, it is impossible for them to tell who is right and who is wrong, the resources of the desolate world are also constantly decreasing in this consumption, and with the birth of the saint, the vitality of the desolate world is less than half of the original.

Frequent wars have also brought casualties, countless desolate creatures have fallen, their spirits are not at peace, ghosts cry wolf howls all day long, although many have been led by the sea of blood, have a place to stand, but more gods are unwilling to enter the sea of blood, so they wander in the desolate world.

Seeing that the period of 10,000 years is swaying down, and the desolate land is suppressed by a dull atmosphere, the two lich clans are actively preparing for war, and after 10,000 years, they will decide the protagonist of the desolation. Countless cultivators have fled the continent, far away from the four seas, and countless great powers have been confined to the cave mansion, for fear of being implicated in the Lich War. For a while, all the desolation was quiet, and all the powers of the past were gone.

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It's fast, after thousands of years of cultivation, I will finally transform into a form, how do I feel a sinister aura around here. Could it be that the Lich War has begun?" Yamamoto opened his eyes and looked around thoughtfully.

There is also a trace, in another year I will be free in the world, and this mountain will not be able to trap me. Yamamoto began to temper his divine sense again.