Chapter 639: The Demon Flames Are Overwhelming (First Update)

Ten thousand immortal stars.

The once vibrant Wanxian Star is almost empty! Except for the deep mountains, old forests, deep pools and valleys, in the vast ocean and the bottomless trench, in these dangerous places, there are some monsters and monsters who escaped by chance, all other creatures have turned into white bones.

Jidu, the former capital of Dayan, was sunk hundreds of miles out of thin air, and a radius of thousands of miles became a deep pit. At the edge of the huge deep pit, countless corpses were piled up, and a large amount of plasma flowed out from the piles of corpses, filling such a large pit with dense corpses and bones spread out. The area within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles was full of a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and even an inch of land could not be seen.

Among these corpses are not only human corpses, but also countless wild animals, birds, sea fish and sea beasts, even those small shrimps that are one inch long, centipedes that are three-quarters long, small green snakes that are half-foot long, caterpillars that are the size of fingers, countless creatures are all piled up here, some have become bones, some are half-rotten, and some have just been killed, and various blood is constantly oozing out of their bodies and flowing into the huge deep pit.

In the sky, dark clouds were pressing down, only a hundred feet high from the ground, and the dark clouds were hundreds of miles thick, hundreds of thousands of miles in a radius, as if the sky was only a little distance from the ground. This world gave people the feeling of being extremely depressed. From time to time there was blood in the dark clouds, and the magic flame flashed by, the red blood light and the green magic flames swept by quickly with the whistling wind, bringing a pungent smell of blood.

On this hell-like land, there are no flies, no vultures, no wild dogs, no maggots, and no creatures who like to move on the pile of corpses. Because all creatures, including flies, vultures, wild dogs, and maggots, have been killed and become part of this mountain of corpses and blood.

"Oh my God! You open your eyes! Do you really want to defeat me as a descendant?"

With a shrill roar, a flying sword that was pitch black and without any luster rose into the air, cutting off the head of a hundred feet tall Longbo people. The thick blood column was sprayed out dozens of feet away, and the rolling blood was poured into the huge blood pool. A thin bubble of water swelled up from the sticky blood pool, and he happily received this new blood.

The old man, who made that shrill long roar, was an old man with long-lasting skin cracked like pine bark, and was only breathing from death. The old man was dozens of feet tall, with a wooden stick in his hand, and was shouting towards the sky with both hands. The corners of his eyes were cracked, and some faint blood slid down from the corners of his eyes, without tears, and no blood was flowing out of it. The old man was too old, his body functions had dried up, and not even much blood was left.

In front of the old man, teams of Longbo people were slaughtered by the flying swords flying in the air. Next to the old man, there were about 50,000 or 60,000 Longbo people lined up in an orderly manner, stepping into the huge blood pool step by step, stepping towards the huge blood pool. As long as they approached three feet from the blood pool, the flying sword would hover down and cut their heads down with one sword.

The old man hissed and screamed, but the sky was speechless, and no one responded to his howl. The Longbo people who were moving forward lined up had clear eyes, and their faces were both angry and fearful. They knew clearly what was happening around them, but they could not control their bodies. An evil force controlled them and forced them to slowly walk towards the pool of blood.

These Longbo people are the last group left on the Ten Thousand Immortal Star. When the sudden attack came, they awakened several elders sleeping in the clan. The elders with the cultivation of celestial immortals joined forces to defeat the enemies of the Longbo people again and again.

However, repeated battles exhausted the power of these elders and their essence and blood, and the attacking enemies became stronger and stronger. When the last elder was killed by the enemy with a top-grade fairy sword that emitted high temperatures, the people of Longbo came to this nightmare like other tribes of Wanxianxing, and walked towards death step by step.

The old man who roared to the sky was the last priest of the Longbo people on the Wanxian Star. Seeing that his tribe members were killed one by one, the souls of all tribes could not ascend to heaven, but were injected into the blood pool together with blood. The old priest understood what the enemy wanted to do, and knew that his tribe had reached the critical moment of life and death. The old priest burned his soul and broke free from the evil power that imprisoned his body. He roared to the sky, wanting to seek the help of ghosts and gods in the world to save his tribe!

The sky was speechless, and the ghosts and gods were speechless. In the place covered by dark clouds, no ghosts and gods responded to the call of the old priest.

Tens of thousands of surviving Longbo people cried loudly at the same time, tears falling like rain, with blood in their tears. They cried bitterly, wept for the death of their tribesmen, wept for their destiny, and were sad that their Longbo people were about to completely perish.

Among the ten thousand human races, the Longbo people may be the most united, traditional, conservative and stubborn human race. Among the human population, only the Longbo people never attack their own tribes. All the Longbo people are brothers and sisters, and although there are tribes, all the Longbo people are one. When they see their tribes being cruelly killed, all the Longbo people who are still alive were broken.

Blood and tears rolled down, and the huge howlings even rushed the dark clouds in the sky several feet high.

The strange laughter came from a distance, and the flying sword that was swinging rapidly in the void suddenly stopped moving. A blood cloud descended from the clouds. He was wearing a black Taoist robe and a white skeleton embroidered on his chest. He held a fairy sword that emitted high temperature flames all over the body, and laughed wildly, controlling the blood cloud and flew towards the people of Longbo.

"Why are you crying? Why are you crying?" Yuanhua's ancestor shook his head and smiled: "All the creatures on this planet will die. You can die with all the creatures on this planet. What's wrong with you? After you die, you can turn into the immortal power of the ancestor and help the ancestor to reach the realm of the Golden Immortal. What's wrong with you?"

With a proud look at the blood pool, the ancestor Yuanhua laughed wildly and said, "With this blood pool of all spirits, the ancestor's blood sea magic has great hope of breaking through the realm of the Golden Immortal! Hehe..."

After laughing a few times, the blood light flashed in the eyes of the ancestor Yuanhua. He frowned and said, "Strange, why do I know how to build the blood pool of all spirits? Hey, who am I? I am the ancestor Yuanhua? No, I am the King of Blood Sea? Wrong, I am the ancient demon god Li Xuezi? No, no, who am I?"

After tilting his head for a while, the ancestor Yuanhua suddenly patted his head hard, and he smiled strangely: "What do you care about so much? When the ancestor, I have cultivated the Golden Immortal Avenue, the senior promises that there will naturally be an envoy to welcome the ancestor to become enlightened and worship the senior! Hey, the senior was a daughter of Jinnuo, and for so many years, the ancestor finally has the opportunity to enter the senior's disciple!"

Looking at the many people in Longbo who were crying in front of him with pride, the ancestor Yuanhua shook his head proudly and suddenly burst into laughter three times. After laughing three times, the ancestor Yuanhua suddenly became stunned. He turned around a few times and suddenly waved his hand to the dark clouds above his head.

A blood cloud spewed out from the dark clouds, and a blood cloud of about acres was entangled by green ghost fires. Dozens of stone stakes were lined up on the blood clouds. Each stone stake was carved with countless images of evil ghosts. The two wives of Jiang Yun, Qingxia, Bai Wu, and the three old Taoists, Qingxin, Qingyi, and Qingshen, and a group of core sects with Baiyun Immortal Sect and Qingjing Ligu Sect were tied to the stone stakes. The seven orifices were locked by the ghost fires sprayed out from the heads of the evil ghosts on the stone stakes. They could not move all over and could not speak.

The ancestor Yuanhua flew to the ancestor Jiang Yun with a smile, and said to the ancestor Jiang Yun with a smile: "Jiang Yun, you are the disciple of the ancestor! I obediently followed the ancestor and personally took the initiative to kill all the remaining people of Longbo. The ancestor has become the Golden Immortal Avenue, and you can also benefit!"

With a wave of his hand, he untie the ghost fire on the head of the ancestor Jiang Yun. The ancestor Yuanhua asked with a smile: "Do you want to obey the ancestor?"

The divine light in his eyes was scattered and his spirit was about to collapse. His ancestor Jiang Yun looked at the ancestor Yuanhua for a long time. He suddenly howled at the top of his lungs: "No, no, no, I will never obey you, the demon! You are not Yuanhua, you are the demon of the outer world, you are... the old demon of the blood sea! You beast, you have killed everyone on the Ten Thousand Immortal Star!"

The ancestor Yuanhua frowned, and he slapped the ancestor Jiang Yun in the face and cursed in a low voice: "Isn't it just killing a few people? Of course I am the ancestor Yuanhua, otherwise who can I be? The old demon of the blood sea? Tsk, this name is really familiar? Is it me? Not me? Who is the ancient demon god Li Xuezi? Is it the teacher again? Is it Li Xuezi's disciple again?"

After muttering for a while, the ancestor Yuanhua shook his head and sighed: "What do you care about so much? I am me? Of course I am me!"

With a cold snorting, the ancestor Yuanhua looked at the three old Taoists, Qingxin, Qingyi and Qingshen. He smiled and said, "If Jiang Yun doesn't follow, you won't follow either!"

Qingxin, Qingshen, Qingshi, Qingyi, the three old Taoists could not move and could not speak, but their eyes were filled with divine light, and they were filled with a sense of determination to rather die than surrender. Yuanhua’s ancestor shook his head, and he was too lazy to waste his energy to untie the restrictions on the three old Taoists’ faces, but he sighed deeply: “If you don’t have a way to live, you have to go to the dead! Is the so-called morality and the so-called laws of nature so important?”

As he was talking, the ancestor Yuanhua suddenly burst into laughter. He tore open the white mist and Qingxia's two female fairies' bras and laughed out loud: "Miao Zai, care about so much? If I am a golden immortal, I will achieve the golden immortal's true fruit! Hey, Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun, your two Taoist couples, let me suffer a lot! Anyway, you are all determined to die. Let me enjoy it well before death, so as to save the waste of two beauties!"

Bai Wu and Qingxia's two female fairies changed drastically, while Jiang Yun's ancestor twisted and struggled wildly. He shouted loudly: "Ancestor Yuanhua, you are an old beast who is inferior to pigs and dogs, you are not a human!"

The roar was too loud, and the vocal cords of the ancestor Jiang Yun tore apart, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
Chapter completed!