However, the Taiyi Sect elders just calmly regrouped into a formation.

Eighty-one peaks only have thirty-two meridians remaining.

Qingyun suddenly re-arranged to the east and west sides, still starting from Zhunan in the east, and reaching Mingtaki Bay in the west. Within a thousand miles, the clouds swelled, and the white mist filled the sea. Road blocking. Although more than half of the million-sized monsters in the Thirty-Six Islands were killed or injured, with the help of the dead souls that came with the black miasma, the number increased instead of decreasing.

Nonetheless, none of the remaining thirty-two Taiyi elders took a step back.

Everyone can stop ten thousand.

"Yeah," Mu Di turned back into a black-clothed and white-crowned humanoid from Tenglong, and replied indifferently, "Since the Twelve Continents are your cultivator's world, why can't our demon clan choose the Great Wilderness?" He said with a sarcastic smile, "We monsters are not all like you, we can only live behind the city."

Ye Anxue frowned.

Indeed, there are many demons who can live in the miasma fog, but the longer they live, the more vicious they will become, and eventually they will be completely controlled by their instincts, just like the Gu carved blue bats who were once expelled by Shanhai Pavilion. The relationship between Thirty-Six Islands and Twelve Continents is so bad that it is also related to the characteristics of the demon clan.

In the last years of Taikoo, too many demon races were affected by the miasma fog and became more and more bloodthirsty and vicious. At that time, the gods had already fallen, and no one could restrain them. The ferocious monsters attacked the city more and more frequently and devoured the living. After Buzhoushan preached the preaching, the monks who had the strength to resist drew swords for their blood relatives.

After the conflict intensified, the battle between the fairy and the demon broke out.

When the war broke out, the only god who could control the situation was gone.

Things got out of hand.

The battle of life and death swept all the demons and all the people. The corpses of both sides piled higher and higher, and the hatred became deeper and deeper. Finally, the gentle demon who liked the sun and the sun and the moon stayed in the Twelve Continents and became the "city god". , The big demon who hated the gods and monks went overseas and established Thirty-Six Islands.

"You know why we hate him?"

Mu Di asked suddenly.

"It is Xianmen who killed you, and it is Xianmen who has hatred against you. It is not him that you should hate. If he was still there at that time, he would not sit and watch the demon race be banished from the Twelve Continents."

"Yeah, he won't." Mu Di replied softly, and then laughed loudly, "What we hate is that he won't!"

"Has he ever thought about it? In the fight between human beings and monsters, only one of them can be saved?!"

He laughed and waved the knife. The laughter contained so much hatred, but the hatred was so tired and weak, so empty. The edge of his sleeves swelled with pitch-black waves, and he felt like a duck in the miasma. His long sword collided with Ye Anxue's long sword, causing a wave of fury.

The fire light where the knife and the sword rubbed illuminated his face like a young human, and also illuminated the scales on his forehead.

"Cannibalism, what is the sin?"

The original Kong Sang was just a big dream, and now Thirty-Six Islands has woken up.

He swung his sword horizontally, and the light of the sword left a twisted electric light in the black miasma.

……………………………………

The people and monsters on the Cangming Sea were wrapped in the vortex of blood feud, and no one noticed that the darkness that should have poured into the continent had stopped on the coastline for some reason.

The Great Wilderness woke up, and the all-out attack on the twelve continents was stopped.

——At the moment when Qiu Bodeng hit the shadow with a sword.

You are the Great Wilderness.

The simple five words fell, and all the barren envoys who finally climbed out of the blood river carrion were all stunned in place like being struck by lightning. On the contrary, Guiguzi, who returned to the altar one step earlier, took a deep breath, as if he had already made some guesses—since there is a way of heaven in the world, then the Great Wilderness may naturally give birth to its own consciousness.

only……

For Twelve Continents, this is a terrible thing.

Shadow reached out.

The palm brushed over his shoulder, and the gap was filled, although it was much more illusory than before.

It did not deny Qiu Bodeng's words, but just asked: "Do you know what the choice of Thirty-Six Islands is?"

Qiu Bodeng crossed the sword, lowered his eyes slightly, and pressed his fingertips over the body of the long sword: "It's not hard to guess."

His tone was calm, without the pain Sombra expected.

This made it a little disappointing.

"Huining said that the original Kongsang was a very beautiful place. The gods, the demons and the mortals haven't killed each other yet, but it turns out that it was just a dream..." The black shadow began to swell and shrink violently, like a mass An erratic liquid. At one time it looked like a thousand-footed spider, and at another time it looked like a twisted human body with its hands and feet upside down, as if it was picking up all the powerful limbs to assemble itself, and as if the real one was coming out of a skin sac.

Its shape has become more and more strange, like a human but not a human, like a demon but not a demon, like a devil but not a devil, like a god but not a god.

Just like the dead soul in the miasma fog, there is no form and no form, and there are all forms. A kind of condensed pressure appeared as it changed. In Nether City, whether it was the Guiguzi on the altar or the barren under the altar, they only felt like a leaf boat, and they were in a sea of ​​ink that included up, down, left, right, front, and back. about to be crushed.

"Whether it is Licheng or Licheng, Limu loves people, people love Zumu, the gods protect people, people protect the gods, and even the two immortals in Zhunan are just..."

The dark red light of the blood river that illuminated the Nether City suddenly disappeared.

The moment the dark red blood light disappeared, the darkness devoured everything, up and down, left and right, and front and back! Whether it was Guiguzi or the barren envoys, their hearts were beating suddenly, and they were clenched by an instinctive fear. Because at that moment, the darkness in all directions suddenly came to an end!

Press it!

Ming Zhao is dark, there is no land and no sky.

Shadow reached out his hand.

Catch its most dreaded and coveted foe.