The evil moon realm, which broke out of the ground, is the Yinling, the ghost, and perhaps the seventh way that has not belonged to the six realms for a long time!
Although they originally practiced evil methods, they were cultivated by humans in the end, but today, after the purple altar shattered, all of them fell to the ground, and countless evil gods were all transformed.
This is the true ruler of the evil god, each one possesses the strength that cannot be judged by the realm.
Their mouths are full of fangs and jagged teeth, which can bite the profound iron. This is the disaster of all living beings in the ten thousand realms under the ancient realm.
Fortunately, Yue Wushuang opened the kit in time, and they evacuated one step earlier so that the catastrophe would not be imminent.
Facts have proved that even if they work harder, they will not be able to match God's will!
God wants you to die, you have to follow.
The first prophetic scroll that Luo Xingchen saw from the Xuanling Tower back then has now been fulfilled.
Above the sky, there are only three huge and boundless altars, and two altars are colliding with each other in fierce confrontation.
There is also an altar, but it is very small, especially under the background of these two altars, it is even more insignificant.
This altar has dim light, no purple air lingers, all evil spirits are hidden. Therefore, it was directly ignored by the evil gods, the funeral sky and the blood bat, two extremely evil, arrogant to the world, naturally even more indifferent.
The only remaining weak altar gradually faded out of Cthulhu's sight.
These evil gods all raised their heads at this moment and looked at the sky.
The voice of the funeral was scolding with the voice of a strange man in another altar.
"Little beast, when the ancestor was in the world, your hair didn't grow up!"
Funeral Heaven drove the altar, smashed the world-destroying torrent, carried the red moon totem, enveloped a large area, and smashed it strongly, and directly overwhelmed another purple cauldron. His purple cauldron was even more powerful, which also proved his own strength. All in one.
But the purple cauldron of the blood bats also refused to give up, and a blood pupil gushed out, reflecting countless mirages, phantom voids, and the evil god below, even if he possessed the evil pupil that could understand the sky, he couldn't tell whether it was true or false.
The mirage illuminated by the blood pupil has the magical image of the gods, the magic body of the monster race, the vortex of the abyss of blood, and all kinds of world-destroying scenes.
For the weak, this is a direct torture facing the soul. They are probably lost in this illusion, and they can instantly become walking corpses, and their lives are as cheap as grass.
"Is old age turned out to be arrogant capital? Ha ha... It's a pity that you don't understand what kind of stressful environment I was growing up in! The injustice I suffered, you will never understand it in your life!"
With the help of the purple cauldron, the blood bat shoots a blood-red beam, which can penetrate the plane and divide the two halves!
However, the beam of the pupil was a huge centipede that was directly transformed by the burial purple cauldron, swallowed abruptly without leaving a trace.
And the burial sky turned teeth for teeth, a nine-headed worm, blue-faced fangs, eating people without spitting out bones, biting the purple cauldron of the blood bat fiercely, and the purple cauldron of the blood bat began to shake.
Funeral scolded fiercely: "My ancestor has been alone for hundreds of millions of years. Do you want to steal the fruits of your ancestor? I think no one is more shameless than me when I live now. Compared with you, I am ashamed!"
"Thanks... Hahaha... I like the compliments of seniors very much, and I prefer the word shameless. Who can stand by me when it comes to shameless people in the world?"
This kind of face, perhaps, for the righteous people, it is a kind of shelf that can never be put down. They can't bear the burden of humiliation, and they will always explain that they can be killed and cannot be humiliated.
But Funian had lived to this age and had already seen everything clearly. His most persistent ultimate pursuit in his life was to sweep all opponents and no longer be suppressed by any threats.
To this day, the burial sky stands completely above all living beings and becomes the ancestor of all evils. He packed a ticket to see him. He must be like a rat to see a cat and flee in a hurry. He is the second realm of good fortune, the realm of creating heaven, These heavens and myriad worlds can be broken, reorganized, broken, reorganized... Endless reincarnation!
Apart from the lifelong pursuit of Funeral, where does he care about his face? Even if he was slapped in the face by a small junior, he could still talk and laugh freely, thinking only about how to solve the threat.
And blood bats are born with the word face, abandoning it like a clog, so he is very happy to call him shameless.
What's the use of face? Not as good as this world-destroying wolf smoke, it's exciting, and it's crazy to destroy—
Funeral's ambition is to be the number one power in the world, and the blood bat's ambition is to completely destroy this world!
The two huge purple tripod altars carry the power of Houtu. Originally, Houtu is something that the Holy Spirit does not pollute, but now it is occupied by evil spirits. Its degeneration also represents sentient beings. Perhaps, it has come to the end of prosperity.
The billions of evil soldiers below looked at the purple cauldron that was not under the control of Funeral Sky one by one, gritted their teeth.
"Who dares to offend my ancestors, tired of life?"
Just listen to Funeral Tian's command indifferently: "Don't worry about me, you have all sacrificed to the spirit of the ancestors and become the evil god!
Since then, our huge ethnic group has been called the evil race! People of my evil race!
No one in the world can stop you! The Four Greatest, Siyuan Realm, are like ants! Go—Quickly give me the territory of the Ten Thousand Worlds, no matter how big or small, there is one, and those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will die! Let's go—this little crap, leave it to me to settle! "
The funeral sky obviously didn't care about the birth of the blood bat. He has now created the realm of the sky, and has created a blood-red sky!
This day, it does not belong to the six realms, but only belongs to his masterpiece.
The blood bat is still a bad game. The one who is pressed by him can only retreat, but if you lose, the blood bat is more and more courageous in the battle. The strength is actually in the battle, and it is infinitely improved. To the shackles of the creation of gods.
He progressed too fast, and the burial weather calmly said: "Hehe, you are like a grasshopper after autumn, how can you jump? You can't escape the palm of your hand!"
The army of all evil spirits finally stopped watching after hearing the order of Funeral Sky, and began to stop spontaneously. The whole team was torn apart and turned into a wave of tens of thousands of evil spirits. Do not stay!
"Children... go, go to the world! Let those pedantic old guys see what the Tao is! Our Tao! The evil race's Tao—"
They call themselves evil races.
As everyone knows, when the name was called out, there were only three altar purple tripods left in the void, the smallest and most bleak one, swaying from side to side, as if the resulting sullen and disdain, he asked secretly: "Wait, wait, Is it worth it?"
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The disaster of heaven and earth, no one can escape from the heavens and thousands of races!
The ancient kings of gods and demons are trembling. The so-called Dao Realm, the original rock-solid gold signs, have all been shattered by the catastrophe of the sky... The weak creatures, who can rescue them? Originally not fighting against the world, living and working in peace and contentment, after they were wiped out, those grievances lingered, but all of them turned into the nourishment of the evil god army.
Any kind of evil spirit between heaven and earth, evil gods, like most, their grievances and anger, what is the use
Luo Xingchen saw the second prophetic scroll in the Xuanling Pagoda, the sign of world extinction—all the star planes could not escape! Covered with a layer of purple mist, like a winding hand, covering the sky, all the world has become a cage, and the creatures are charcoal!
Sleeping people will never learn to wake up. Waiting for them to wake up, but it is too late, sorrowful everywhere, shocking, broken corpses, broken bones, all over the place, broken walls, scattered fires extinguished and turned into smoke drift.
Chickens, dogs, wolves, birds and beasts, monsters, humans, and spirits, as long as they are creatures, they have long been contaminated by these so-called purple qi. There are some half-dead creatures, holding half of their bodies, still on the ground, struggling to climb and stretch. Shot, cry up to the sky, with tears of awakening in his eyes, piercing the sky with eagerness to pierce the sky!
If we divide the world into Kyushu! The human race, occupying a state, the monster race, the spirit race, the fairy race, the god race, the demons, the dark race, the ancient gods and demons, the evil race, and the Kyushu, are all divided by yin and yang, heading towards the extreme of destruction.
Listen, who is crying, the baby on the ground lost her warm embrace, staring into the distance, the bruised mother can no longer swarm into her embrace, she was injured, she groaned, but she couldn’t send anything sound.
Listen, a big tree crashed down in the jungle, the branches and leaves curled and withered, then they were burned by the evil fire and turned to ashes.
Listen, the birds and beasts are scattered, they have lost the embrace of Mother Earth, and can't see the kind face of Father Sky!
The sky of Ten Thousand Realms has gradually gradually been covered by this purple mist, and the clouds and the moon are not visible! It's hard to distinguish between heaven and earth!
Listen, the ocean is roaring, the mountains are crying, the forest is crying, and the desert is crying...Thunder bursts, powerless to return to the sky, mountains and rivers are broken, vegetation is withered, ethnic groups are ruined, it seems that the entire world has gone to the extreme of ultimate destruction, and destruction The source of, happened to come from the evil moon world, with no name and no surname, commonly known as the purple altar for worshipping ancestors...
The Ten Thousand Worlds are indeed very big, but these evil spirits are taking it step by step without a hassle!
As long as wherever they go, there are wolves, purple fog covering the sky, and purple rain storms, corroding everything, even the great power that claims that King Kong is not bad can not stop the enchanting purple erosion.
If they are allowed to be so presumptuous and want this world to be destroyed, it is very simple. From then on, all the stars will become gloomy, all beings will die, and they will not be able to stop the catastrophe that has passed away!
Who is calling mother? Who is calling my brother? Who is mourning my people? No one can save my home! No one can control the dark night that stays forever
The giant neighbors around the Red Moon Demon Cult, as the so-called "getting the moon first near the water tower", have been revolving from time to time, but they are the first to suffer.
Five Elements God Realm, Dao Realm, Dao Realm, Sword Realm, Thunder Realm, Fire Realm, Wind Realm...
The eternal supreme forces standing outside the four great origin realms began to be stepped on by the iron hoofs of the "evil race" army one by one! Using the ancient guardian formation method, returning to the sky without any magic, ignited the heroic spirits of thousands of years old in the ancestral land.
Thousands of knives? Sun and Moon Tonghui? Wherever Xieyue goes, no grass will grow, and the heaven and the earth will melt!
He kept crying for help, crying for help, crying for his father and mother, embarrassed on all sides, silent everywhere.
The world where the sky and the earth are invisible is the barrenness after the collapse of the six realms, and everything is desolate. Maybe it is the final trend of the general trend in this era.
However, this era has just passed 50 million years. Even if the era is catastrophic, no one can avoid it, but it shouldn't come so fast!
Why is it that the speed of arrival at the end of this general trend has doubled
Perhaps behind the prosperous, there are rotten skins and bruises, everything will be reversed, and the sky will open, all sighing helplessly, no one can help them, no matter how strong gods, immortals, one heaven, nine heaven? monarch? Seal the king
In front of the terminator, they have millions of years, and the strength they have accumulated for thousands of years has been suppressed by the "extreme evil" and crushed!
Gods in the sky! Please open your eyes and look at those of us who are honest and lonely and poor. We knelt on the ground and beg you, why can't you hear
However, from the sky, there was a weak sigh, and at the same time, with a kind of majesty, solemn: "Since it is rotten and broken, it will be broken..."
Cruel world, the weak eat the strong
To live is an endless cycle of pain, the big fish eats the small fish, and it repeats itself again and again.
In front of the strong, he bows his knees, and in front of the weak, he is lawless and self-reliant. When he raises his head, he trembles, and when he bows his head, he becomes hideous. Is this human nature, animal nature? servility? Noble or humble
The gods said that the world didn't know how to do, and they dug up all the crystals of the nine heavens and ten places. The gods said that the gates of the palace were tall, unruly and reckless! The gods said, interlocking, immortal, excessive madness, accelerated destruction!
Who knows that the weak also desire to survive? The world only remembered one sentence-the emperor was angry, and a million corpses!
Who is the emperor? Who is the king? Who proclaims himself emperor? Who stands proudly as the emperor
who is it? who is it? Ruined the world? Is it an evil spirit? It's evil thoughts, where did the evil thoughts come from? The answer is that there is not enough human heart...
Trembling, painful, vulnerable, the ancient palace, being flattened by the purple-patterned giant, arrogant sword immortal, unsolvable mystery, peerless existence, hidden in the world, want to put down the butcher knife, and have a few days of peace , But was smashed to pieces by the palm of an evil hand. The ancient town map guarding the earth is riddled with holes and no one can fill it. Are they strong or at the bottom of their decline? Why is the totem of hope left by the ancestor I’s famous name, but no one can control it, who can control it
Strength, may be able to be promoted through the flow of years, will, destined, only belongs to those madmen who dare to change their fate.
People have strength, but lack will, people have six desires, it is difficult to balance seven emotions...
Where did the Cthulhu come from? Who made the altar? How has God ever bestowed such a thing? It is an endless power of thought, blessing them back and forth.
Everyone is shouting, I am alive, trampling on ants! What is the crime of ants? The human heart is guilty!
The sword tomb of the sword domain, ten thousand swords soared into the sky, the curtain came to an end, and was broken by a slap.
The Dao map of Dao domain, no one can solve the eight gates, but was split by the Ziwen Cthulhu.
The sword tomb in the knife field, the heroic souls are scattered in the wind, and the foundation of the five elements can only be supported by the five ancient congenital gods
Why was the pillar to the sky broken by someone
The roulette wheel of time and space has also stopped spinning endlessly...
Tao? What way? Kendo, sword road, thunder road, sky fire avenue! Way of destruction! Way of destruction! Thunder Avenue, Nether Town Prison Road? The Avenue of Time, the Avenue of Space... Is the Tao itself powerful enough to be worthy of the world’s following, or is it that people with lofty ideals endow them with powerful profound meaning
Is this road already there? Who was the first to climb over the mountains, open the mountains with an axe, and use will to smooth out the bumps and thorns? Who was it
Is this road already there? Is there a way first, or a footprint first
Countless people look at various so-called Supreme Avenues, which one is stronger and weaker
Does this road exist in the first place...