boom! boom! boom!
In the vast and deep starry sky, the rumbling sound shook the whole world. Every rumbling sound was accompanied by a torrential blood mist, which dyed the stars red and covered the world with blood-colored clouds. The ruthless killing also covered the light of the world. Some are full of delicate blood flowers.
"Spare your life, Eucharist, spare your life."
"Great Emperor! Open your eyes! Our clan is going to be destroyed."
"I will fight with you."
Such roars, and even more rumbling sounds, came from the great clans of the prehistoric era. There were roars, begging for mercy, and wailings, intertwined into a funeral song, and the rumbling sound was the funeral knell, which was only tolled for the prehistoric times. Let it be known to all living beings that the heavens are not deserted.
puff! puff! puff!
Dihuang's killing did not stop because of the funeral songs and death knells. The Honghuang clan fled all the way, but he chased them all the way on the blood and bones, and Honghuang's heart collapsed.
He was killing, and the monks from all over the world were following him all the way, all looking indifferent and showing no mercy.
"Father, mother, have you seen it? The prehistoric people have suffered retribution." Too many people choked, and the blood and tears in their eyes blurred their memories. They would always recall that their father and mother were hung on the city gate tower and were killed by the prehistoric clan. The demon cut off the flesh and bones with one knife after another.
"Yun'er, I hope you have a soul in heaven, and the ancestors of the Holy Body seek justice for us." Too many people cried, and in their bloody memories, there was always a gentle wife who was killed by the evil ghosts of the prehistoric tribe. He was abused and humiliated to death, not even a complete body was left behind.
"Child, the prehistoric blood debt has been paid with blood." Too many people sobbed, and in the memories riddled with holes, there was always an infant child who was impaled on a war spear by the beasts of the prehistoric tribe and roasted into a piece of delicious human flesh. , the baby's cry is still ringing.
The faces of the world are covered with blood and tears, and the sounds of choked sobs, sobs, and loud cries are also accompanied by the funeral songs and death knells, ringing throughout the world, carrying blood and tears.
Once upon a time, they were also the ones being hunted. Too many of their homes were destroyed by the Great Desolation, and too many of their relatives and friends were slaughtered by the Great Desolation. Their memories are all bloody.
There is reincarnation in the way of heaven, no one can be bypassed by heaven.
Their blood debt was finally paid by someone, and no one showed mercy or pity. Some were just roars from the soul. When the ancient world suffered a blood debt, it needed blood to repay it. The blooming blood flowers, It will be the best memorial to the deceased.
puff! puff! puff!
The memory of the world is also the memory of Dihuang. He is a witness to every bloody and miserable scene. Each scene piles up and ignites into a raging rage.
His killings were bone-chilling, and the completed holy body had become a demon god with millions of corpses buried in his body. He was really stepping on the mountains of corpses and dripping with seas of blood, seeking justice for all the people in the world.
"If heaven does evil, it will be forgiven; if man does evil, he will not live."
On Jie Ming Mountain, Emperor Ming is also watching. The emperor's eyes are calm and without any mercy. He has lived longer than Di Huang, and he has seen more than Di Huang. His overwhelming anger is even worse than Di Huang. , there were so many times that he almost went to the heavens and flattened the prehistoric tribe.
It's a pity that he can't go, so he can only be a spectator and let Dihuang fulfill his long-cherished wish for him. He can smell the blood of the prehistoric world from the underworld and extinguish the eternal hatred.
I don't know when, the Ten Palaces of Yama climbed up Jie Ming Mountain, lined up neatly, and stood behind Emperor Ming, silently watching the killing of Emperor Huang, with no look of pity in their eyes.
How many years have passed since Emperor Huang fought against the Five Emperors alone? These ten of them saw Emperor Huang take action again. They were not killing demons, but people from the primitive world. It was really enjoyable to watch.
puff! puff! puff!
The blood flowers in the heavens are still blooming, filling every star field. The wails of the prehistoric people are even more full of words. Countless people were slaughtered along the way to escape.
The historical scene is still so strikingly similar.
This kind of state of mind can only be understood by prehistoric people.
Just like eons ago, the Red Lotus Empress sacrificed the Red Lotus Karma Fire and burned the gods of the Eight Desolations.
In that battle, countless prehistoric people were killed to extinction.
In this battle, although there is no Empress Red Lotus, there is the Great Saint Emperor Huang, and even more so, Hong Lian, who wants to continue the empress's evil reputation and make the great clan once again fall into a sea of blood and corpses.
The killing lasted for three days and three nights.
The Dacheng Holy Body Emperor Huang also killed for three days and three nights, and he really chased him to the outermost wilderness of the universe.
Behind him, there are countless mountains of corpses, piled up from the corpses of the ancient world; there are also countless rivers of blood, gathered from the blood of the ancient world, turning the world into a bloody hell.
At the end of the starry sky, he stood standing, walking in the chaotic fairy light, bathing in the glory of doomsday. His back was majestic and desolate. The golden holy body had turned red, and even the strands of flowing long hair were all red. Stained with red, it is all the blood of the ancient times.
On the other side of the galaxy, monks from all over the world stood, staring blankly. Although there was only one star river between them, the figure of Emperor Huang's back seemed to be further away than a dream, beyond reach.
"God! That's God!" Xie Yun's eyes were full of awe, and he wanted to go forward and kneel down.
Not just him, too many juniors and too many elders also have this strong impulse. It was the God of War who killed mountains of bones and rivers of blood in the ancient times. For the unjust souls who died in vain, they escaped the justice they deserved and let them die. The prehistoric tribe has paid its blood debt with blood.
"With him sitting in the sky, the world will be at peace." Donghuang Taixin said with a chuckle.
"I want to practice with him when I have some time." The Holy Lord touched his chin.
At these words, not only the emperors, the god generals, and the pinnacle quasi-emperors all looked over. Each one of them squinted their eyes and scanned this guy up and down. Those eyes seemed to have a sentence engraved on them. : Before you go, don’t forget to leave your treasure with us.
"Don't make trouble." The Holy Lord coughed dryly, "Sparring with each other is not about fighting for your life."
"If you say so, I, Old Sun, have also thought of two tricks."
"For someone of your size, you can't do more than half a move. It's bullshit."
"I'm counting on my fingers. This metaphor is very vivid."
"Looking at the posture of the holy body, are you still ready to kill again?" The son of the plane said leisurely.
These words made all the monks look at Dihuang.
In this battle, the Honghuang Clan suffered heavy casualties. I don’t know how many were killed, but many also escaped. There was no way, there were so many people in the Honghuang Clan, and the quasi-emperor’s capital was close to ten million, let alone the younger generation. If the Emperor Huang’s anger did not subside, 80% of them would If you continue to kill, you will flatten the great clans of the ancient world.
Under the attention of everyone, Dihuang raised his eyes slightly, without saying a word, only looking at Miaomiao, as if he could see Jieming Mountain and Ming Emperor on Jieming Mountain across the two worlds of human and underworld.
His evil aura is still as strong as ever, each strand after strand, as heavy as an eight-thousand-foot giant mountain, fused with the power of destruction. Not even those at the peak quasi-emperor level dare to step forward rashly.
"Whether to kill or to stay, there is no need to look at this emperor." Emperor Ming said calmly, holding a wine bottle and drinking a small drink leisurely, thinking that Emperor Huang could hear the tacit understanding between these nobles.
Di Huang said nothing, slowly closed his eyes, and moved his steps under the attention of everyone.
His movement touched the heartstrings of all the heavens. Their eyes sparkled, and they knew at a glance that the Dacheng Holy Body was not dead! I want to visit the prehistoric ancestral land.
"The sacks are all ready, ready to pick up treasures."
Following, not only the juniors, but also the elders began to count their storage bags. It was not sure whether Emperor Huang would destroy the Great Huang, but the treasures must be collected.
In this way, Dihuang is in front, stepping on nothingness, across the star field.
Behind him, monks from all over the world were huffing and puffing one after another, clutching their waists and rushing in and out. They were quite motivated and liked to go to the ancestral land of the great clans in the prehistoric era. All of them were from the prehistoric period and lived like ashes. Level, how can we miss the treasure.
As a result, the scene of the starry sky is quite eye-catching.
At first glance, Emperor Huang seems to be carrying a handle, showing off his domineering power.
At first glance, all the monks in the world are like his younger brothers, which is a good interpretation of a plot that has existed since ancient times: the boss is unhappy and wants to take the younger brothers to cause trouble.