The sea trembled and the waves crashed.

The sea monsters in the West Sea gathered together, and Bai Sensen's bone spear was aimed at the god... The blood sacrifice has not yet been completed, and the Imperial Beast Sect has been destroyed. Who else can make this last sacrifice? Although the bone spear has not yet left its strings, the trust of the past has long been gone.

Meet for thousands of years, old friends with white heads.

Old friends and new enemies.

Boom, boom, boom.

Blood vessels and flesh spread like vines, gradually encroaching on Zhuang Xuan.

He was still smiling.

"I want to be better, you want to be better!" He opened his arms and let the blood vessels spread and cover. He wants to force the gods to take action, kill or kill demons... No matter which method is used, there must be a result for today's sacrifice, "Come! Come!" Zhuang Xuan laughed wildly, "Please be gentler!"

The beam of light soared into the sky.

Floating island at sea.

Mu Di's figure moved suddenly, and then stopped suddenly.

At the moment when the beam of light shot into the sky, Shi Wuluo held the knife and moved forward. No one would doubt that he would let the blood of the Twelve Continents flow into rivers without hesitation... He is a heavenly realm who has long fallen into a demon, and a human world who has long hated the common people. Killing or killing demons has nothing to do with him. The difference, without any hesitation.

But he was stopped.

His hand was gently held by the god.

The cold rain washed over the god's white hair, and the dirty blood on the tip of the hair was dizzy, drop by drop, falling on his shoulders.

Divine Sovereign lowered his eyelashes and raised his sword forward.

Bloody clothes fluttered.

The third sword fell again with a bang.

The sword light drowned the great formation.

The twelve continents in the world suddenly exploded with thunder at the same time.

The raging fires in countless cities disappeared in an instant, and in an instant, millions of dead bones, millions of unjust souls... On the land of the twelve continents, all the stone tablets engraved with the past of the gods were shattered in an instant, and all the historical books that recorded the white clothes in the clouds turned into soot .

In the past, all kinds of things were blessed by kindness, and they have been supported for thousands of years.

The smoke disappeared.

A sword cut his life.

Chapter 167 Long Qi Xizhou

It was only dark for an instant.

The Twelve Continents are like chaos, so black that you can't see your fingers, and the sun, moon, and stars seem to have disappeared all at once. He could only hear Haoyu rolling over his head, thundering like a landslide. The strange phenomenon suddenly caused all living beings to panic - it has only been twelve years since a similar situation appeared!

All living beings, with a little intelligence, will clearly remember the terrifying feeling of being crushed by the desire of the world at that time.

Qingzhou, Jucheng.

Liu Aren lit the lamp and asked the steward to take care of the Liu family compound, and hurried to the City Zhusi regardless of dissuasion.

The wind was loud and the thunder continued.

Shenzu has a few branches, and after the last calamity, it has not recovered, and it is supported by the scaffolding put up by the masters. She was worried that if the support was scraped down, the trunk of the silver tree would lose its support and break.

As soon as he went out, Liu Aren was blinded by the wind and sand.

The miasma fog came from all directions, and the lights lit by the people in the city were extremely thin and weak in front of this darkness that devoured everything. Liu Aren covered her face with her sleeves and headed against the wind. From time to time, she would hear from time to time in the streets and alleys, the doors and windows of some households were smashed open, hitting the wall, and with a loud bang, the lights of a house went out. .

The frightened cry of the child immediately rang out.

Sharp and sharp.

Before it got far, it was torn apart by the wind along with the adults' persuasion.

Liu Aren was anxious, and her pace became faster and faster. Somehow, an indescribable unease weighed heavily on her heart, stronger and more frightening than it had been twelve years ago. As if somewhere, something is about to happen... What's going on?

In a panic, the Cang Cang wooden crown that enveloped the city rolled up together.

Like the snow-like gauze of the vast crown of the tide, the silver light in large groups, with branches and leaves, smashed on the high and low houses in Zucheng, crackling and cracking. On the night of wind and thunder, it urgently calls everyone to wake up, urgent Shout out to everyone to protect something. In the past, it was always as gentle as a mother, but at this moment, it was as anxious as a mute screaming with all her strength...

……faster.

hurry up, hurry up...

It's too late...

A huge panic came from a familiar direction, drowning Liu Aren, who took over as Chengzhu, all the teachers and daughters of the Chengzhu Division, and even everyone in the entire city... Few people in the world would believe that, A tree can have such strong unease and sadness.

The lantern was blown out by the wind.

Liu Aren didn't care about relighting it, so she threw the wind lantern and ran wildly in the direction of the wind urged by Yin Zha.

Vaguely, she felt that direction was somewhat familiar.

That is……

Thunder exploded in the sky, and lightning flashed across, briefly illuminating the city of Zu, and illuminating the direction that Shen Zu urged her to go.

"……Do not!"

Liu Aren blurted out.

A silver light exploded on the open space where a bonfire had been lit and a feast was held. A stone tablet, a newly carved stone tablet, exploded in Liu Aren's field of vision... Guiding Nian Miasmas, Jucheng The catastrophe, the silk has been hidden for a long time, and the blood calamity once... just coincides with the emperor's visit to this place... offering sacrifices to remember the kindness...

The upright seal script is broken.

The wind blew wildly, a cloud of soot.

Immediately afterwards, an illusory fire suddenly rose from the bottom of the city, and it was like a meteor, dragging a long trail and disappearing into the western sky. The fire disappeared too quickly, people didn't know what it was, only Yin Zha, who couldn't speak, sounded like a frenzy at the moment when the fire rose.

Like a mute, howling hoarsely.

People only felt that at the moment when the virtual fire rose, the city shook, and around the city, black miasma galloped, splitting and rushing, like a carnival.