There are hundreds of countries on the southern foot of Dacang Mountain. The Dacang Dynasty is located at the northernmost point, in the south of the Dacang Dynasty. It is separated by three dynasties, and there is a country called Canghuang.

The Canghuang Emperor capital once had a population of tens of millions, and was even more literary and elegant. It is a literary place among hundreds of countries in the southern foothills. Countless literati and elegant people gathered here. The reputation of literary and romantic people has spread all over the world for billions of miles.

Nowadays, because of its geographical location, the Canghuang Emperor has become the main hall of the Reincarnation Sect.

The once lined up streets have become rubble fields.

The once craziest academies turned into piles of corpses.

A hydrogen airship flew slowly through the sky, and several black smoke pillars flew into the sky. The huge white airship passed through the black smoke pillars. Angry curses came from the metal pod below: "The group of cubs below killed and set fire to make a happy life. We are so smoky here, it's so uncomfortable..."

On the ground, more than a dozen magic tanks rumbled over and soundly. A courtyard that was barely kept intact was crushed to pieces. A burst of crying from women and children came from the courtyard. Dozens of life and death religious believers rushed out from behind the magic tank with a laugh. They carried torches in broad daylight and ignited fire everywhere. Black smoke pillars were like claws of evil ghosts, rising rapidly into the sky.

The core position of the Canghuang Emperor Capital, the former imperial palace has become a flat land.

All the carved beams and painted buildings are gone, and the enchanting charm of the country is unknown. The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and an altar of white bones that is thousands of feet high stands on the ruins of the palace, with white and miserable human bones, and fresh blood.

The Great Reincarnation King stood at the top of the altar with a black scepter in his hand, his eyes spewed out a trace of black air, and kept making a low grim smile.

"Tiger Dali" stood beside the King of Great Reincarnation, with a silly smile on his face, and kept rubbing his hands: "It's today, today, uncle, I want to ascend to become a god... Haha, Master, how high will the Emperor's Son give me?"

The Great Reincarnation King looked at the airships floating in the sky and the magic-modified tanks slowly passing by on the ground, and smiled: "Master Dali made countless contributions, and the position of the gods is naturally extremely high, and the power in the future must be quite large. However, how high the position of the gods can be obtained depends on our sacrifice. Hehe, whether it can satisfy the emperor's son."

‘Thu Dali’ was stunned: “Sacrifice?”

Chu Tian, ​​who was standing in the sky, was stunned - "Sacrifice"?

All have been done, what else should I sacrifice?

Sharp crying came from afar, and large groups of life and death muslims wearing heavy armor escorted groups of people to the altar. Looking down from a high altitude, groups of people could not see at a glance, crying and waving towards the altar.

"A total of 490,000 such altars were built among the hundreds of countries on the southern foot of Dacang Mountain." The Great Reincarnation King held a scepter, and a ball of black air rose slowly under his feet, turning into countless black skeletons the size of his thumb, circling around him quickly, and making shrill wails from time to time: "The Emperor said that every altar will sacrifice 100 million creatures. If it can be completed perfectly, let us wait in the Western Heaven and take charge of one side."

The "Tiger Dali" looked faint and did not react.

After all, he was just a clone made by Chu Tian with the fruit of the Heavenly Dao Ming Tree, who could do anything to become a god and was almost paranoid.

Chu Tian's face, standing in the sky, changed slightly. He suddenly raised his right hand and was about to punch.

Chu Tian was powerless to stop the war between spokespersons such as Yuntian and others. After all, Chu Tian could accept the change of imperial power in the secular dynasty. For the sake of the throne, father and son were killed and the whole country was in chaos. This kind of thing happened in countless places at all times. Chu Tian could accept this kind of thing and did not hesitate to help one side.

Even Yuntian's external expansion and war could be accepted by Chu Tian.

Isn’t this what secular people pursue with larger territory, more people, and more wealth? Although this kind of war is unjust, it is the norm in the world. Chu Tian can fully accept this kind of war.

But Chu Tian couldn't accept what the Great Reincarnation King was about to do!

Chu Tian is not a moral gentleman, nor is he a saint, but he cannot accept that the Cynamism of Life and Death has already won the final victory in the war. He even wants to slaughter those people who have no power to resist for Gongsun Langlang’s personal desires!

Forty-nine thousand altars?

Each altar sacrifices 100 million people?

Chu Tian felt his hair standing up all over his body, and his heart was even more chilling. How could he have to be extinct to make such a decision?

Forty-nine thousand altars, one altar sacrifices 100 million people, and a total of 49 trillion creatures!

The territories of hundreds of countries on the southern foot of Dacang Mountain are billions of miles, with a large population and countless people. However, after being tossed by Gongsun Langlang, the entire territories of the southern foot of Dacang Mountain will also turn into ghosts, right?

White bones are covered with ghosts.

A golden flame ignited in Chu Tian's right fist, and a huge force was about to burst out.

Suddenly, several figures flashed out of thin air. They were twelve pairs of black wings on their backs. The breath on their bodies made Chu Tian feel suffocated. These days, the huge wings were spreading and quietly suspended in the air. The black wings emitted black smoke, and gradually a black cloud covered the entire Canghuang Emperor Capital.

A strong dead aura floated out from all over the Canghuang Emperor capital, and countless undead wailed faintly from the void.

In some places where there are too many dead people, green ghost fires even spurted out, turning into countless twisted faces and roaring silently at the several heavenly generals in the sky.

These heavenly generals quietly overlooked the white bone altar below with a mysterious sneer.

Suddenly, several tall figures appeared.

He is five or six feet tall, wearing a strange tight armor with black glassy appearance, pale face as paper, and sharp small horns on his forehead.

The Nether Corner Clan!

It is the Nether Corner clan!

Chu Tian's eyes suddenly covered with blood. The Mingjiao clan actually colluded with these heavenly generals in the heavenly court?

Chu Tian remembered the terrifying racial abilities of the Mingjiao clan - they can use the flesh and blood of the aliens to nourish and strengthen themselves, and can swallow the essence of the flesh and blood of the aliens to reproduce more powerful offspring. In particular, the flesh and blood of living beings is the best material for these Mingjiao clans to reproduce.

Devour, constantly devour, constantly strengthen yourself, and then devour more creatures!

One after another, one powerful and terrifying heavenly generals continued to appear. They were quietly suspended in the air, quietly overlooking the mortals moving towards the altar below.
Chapter completed!