"That should be a day 67,342 years ago. I vaguely remember that that year was the 10,000th year of King Yu's life!"

"That year, the whole world celebrated together, not only Dongsheng, but Nanzhanzhou, even the northern villages that were full of demons, and the extremely vicious Buddha Xihe, someone came to worship."

"That year, King Yu went on a tour, and the mountains and seas were thundering, and the world was peaceful. That year, the Master preached the scriptures and led three thousand sects to various places to preach the scriptures and preach the rituals, and preached the truth to people, demons, Shura, ghosts, and demons..."

"That year, I was one of the three thousand disciples..."

The ghost shadows danced, and the sounds of crying and complaining told the words of the Taoist in the white-clothed heart for countless years.

"Confucian disciples?!"

Tian Ren's heart trembled, and suddenly, he seemed to see the extremely tall and huge old man again.

In a vaguely, he remembered something.

Before the war, the Master preached the world as if he had passed by here, but, before the Master, who would care about the Confucian disciples who preached everywhere?

But how could this person be a Confucian disciple?

Looking back on the sea of ​​corpses and blood that I have seen over the years, the person in front of me is more like a demon than a demon. How could he be a disciple of the Master?

"I'm dead..."

The Taoist in white slowly sat upright, and the membrane suddenly disappeared, followed by flesh and internal organs.

In a blink of an eye, it became a mottled white bone.

‘KaKaKa’

The white bone raised his hand and the finger bones made a 'crack' sound:

"How can one have thousands of years of practice be worthy of the practice of the gods and the thousands of periods? Even if there is a Phoenix Emperor, even if there is a Master, even if there is the first demon in the various periods...

How long has the Confucian school lasted? It seems that it will take twenty years, or maybe thirty years?

Remember that day, the stars fell outside the sky, the phoenix danced outside the sky, the gods fell like rain, the heaven and earth were filled with flames, even if there were all kinds of real dragons roaring, the four seas were almost evaporated?

The Phoenix Fire does not burn the evil demons, and even ignores you gods who are worthy of the earth, but what did you do that day?"

The man in white looked cold and cold.

Isn’t it easy to resurrect from the dead? Even if he has the opportunity, he has been in a state of decline for tens of thousands of years before he recovered, and he has lost his practice.

It is difficult to cultivate the great spirit of Confucianism with white bones.

As he said that, flesh and blood were reborn again on the bones.

"Hundreds of years of worship, years of piety, and generations of humility have ever made you hesitate at all when you start?"

The Taoist in white was pinching the handrail, and his face was already cold: "The god of the Yu Dynasty, the god of the seven killings of the Heavenly Blade!"

Huh ~

The cave was filled with endless coldness, and ghosts disappeared wailingly, as if they could not bear such a terrifying aura and they were hiding one after another.

"What an ant, what an ant, with such hatred, he can hide beside me for many years. I have underestimated you..."

On the altar made of white bones, the sky blade showed an illusory body, and there was a deep sense of coldness on his face:

"God overcame heaven and earth. Offering is the way to survive, and humility is the basis for respecting God! What is the only animal that can resist disasters for this God?

"It's still such an annoying face..."

The man in white had no expression on his face, as if he was not angry, but the chill was deeper in his eyes.

"If God is not useful in heaven and earth, why should we give the earth to Yu Er and others?

The strong prey on the weak is the eternal way of heaven! At this moment, when people are strong and demons are weak, people can raise animals in captivity, fill their stomachs and satisfy their desires."

Tianren's body was steadily shattered, but his tone was unchanged and unchanged: "Gods are stronger than humans and more kind. We do not need your body, nor do we need your humility. We can take what we need, nor do we need your worship!"

Tianbian looked indifferent and mocked. Even though he fell to this point, he still couldn't see the ant in front of him who had been kept by him.:

"Do you know, how many races are there, and you are envious of the qualifications of you and others for your worship?"

"Are you envious?"

Looking back at the billions of walking corpses in the war, the man in white looked a little desolate and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

In his previous life, until his death, he still couldn't understand why the Master and others wanted to join forces with the Fenghuang to attack the sky.

It was not until this life that he gradually realized in his heart.

Some things can be taken away by others' alms. It should not be the way of the human race.

If you are not my race, your heart will be different!

This is the reason in this world.

"I am very curious..."

Seeing the ant in front of him, Tian Ren felt very happy, as if he had walked out of his previous defeat, and looked down at the Taoist in white:

"Since you hate me so much, why do you have to endure it until now? Although you may not be able to succeed when this god is sleeping, you have the chance..."

“Haha~”

Hearing this, the Taoist in white smiled, gentle and cold: "How can you bear it?"

"Um?"

Tian Ren's face darkened. When he saw the smile on his face, he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly felt a little scared in his heart: "What did you do with the divine blood of your deity?"

There are some ominous signs in Tianren's heart.

The man in white in front of him has been extremely humble to him for many years, and he has given him a lot of benefits because he wants to use his hand to recover early.

Among them is divine blood, which is used to cleanse its bloodline.

At this moment, I suddenly felt something was wrong. The wonderful use of divine blood was far more than washing blood.

"The divine blood is of infinite magical use, but it is not worthy of contaminating my bloodline. Of course, your essence and blood are used to search for other gods!"

There seemed to be hundreds of thunders flashing together, and the white light in the cave was roughly bright.

As the throne roared and shocked, the Taoist in white clothes rose up, and even swept into the endless cold and cold aura, and rushed towards the sky blade that was changing with color on the altar:

"If you only kill you, why do you have to go through so much trouble? What I want to kill is the so-called 'evil god' that people hate ghosts and ghosts hate!"

The six realms of heaven and earth, the way, Buddha, god, demon, demon, and ghost.

In the eyes of some people, it can be changed to Tao, Buddha, evil, demon, demon, and ghost!

God is evil!

"Your blood will become the great curse of killing evil gods in my curse of killing you and other evil gods!"

The altar was shaken, endless solemn and murderous aura was about to explode, Tianbian's mind was turbulent, and endless chills surged, but I didn't expect it.

There has always been such an evil person with ulterior motives hidden around me.

"Killing you can save my god's unintentional mistakes!"

After the shock, it is furious.

The Heavenly Blade let out a long roar, and the burning of the divine thought that delayed the recovery of one or two with words was to induce the Seven Killings magical power to kill the ant in front of him.

But the next moment, he completely changed his color.

His divine will was locked on this altar, and the mountain that allowed its divine thoughts to shake was about to collapse and could not leave.

call!

The color change was just a moment, and endless white light had roared and fell, flooding the entire altar:
Chapter completed!