The Devil's Plain, where endless legends have been left.

Legend has it that Yuanshi Tianzun once moved the immortal mountain Kunlun Mountain here and wanted to preach to the world, but overnight, Kunlun Mountain collapsed inexplicably, and countless creatures in a radius were all extinct out of thin air and disappeared.

There is also a legend that I was smashed into flesh mud by terrifying demon soldiers here in the past life, and it was difficult to condense my soul for eight hundred years. At the same time, the Buddha was crucified to death on Tongtian Peak, and died after shedding all the Buddha's blood.

This is an unknown place. Now that the five countries in the Changsheng Realm are in chaos, millions of white bones have been buried here, as if the snow has turned into a sea of ​​bones, which is shocking.

Now, on the Devil Plain, twenty-four shocking sword energy surged into the sky and soared into the sky, like twenty-four mountains standing on the earth, but not essence, but phantoms.

The flash of light appeared, and the murderous intent was really shocking, making people feel like falling into an ice cave, and they were creepy.

In the sea of ​​bones, there were crisscrossing sword energy that carved a huge mysterious pattern, which was obscure and hard to understand, like an ancient formation diagram.

As soon as the formation map was completed, the murderous aura suddenly surged into the sky. The millions of corpses that had already fallen seemed to have come alive. They slowly stood up from the ground, and the sounds of bones rubbing one after another. The entire devil plain seemed to have become a ghost country. Everyone retreated extremely, like snakes and scorpions.

Countless bones rushed towards the twenty-four sword energy, and the whole earth was covered in white.

Dawn comes, dawn comes.

I saw twenty-four stars in the sky resonate with the twenty-four sword energy on the earth, turning into a giant pillar that reaches the sky.

The peerless divine treasure appeared in the world. For a moment, masters from all over the world rushed over, and cultivators from all over the world gathered together.

One day, two days, three days...

On the tenth day, the twenty-four sword energy had become more and more solid, as if it was about to turn from virtual to real, condensed into substance, and turned into twenty-four battle swords. From a distance, it was as shocking as twenty-four mountains that were towering into the sky.

The stunning murderous aura that has been circulating has long blocked this world. Whenever ordinary people get close to each other, they are crushed into blood mud, and their deaths are extremely miserable, which adds to the fear of the world.

It is said that on the way, Lao Tzu, Buddha, Yuan Shi and others were also on the way, and there were also many half-ancestral saints such as the White Tiger Holy Emperor from the Western Tiger Family, the first generation of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and the Killer Supreme, who came to compete for opportunities, which shocked the world.

At the same time, a fierce battle broke out here.

The four empires, a total of tens of millions of soldiers, stationed here to fight. For a while, there were bloody storms. In just a few days, millions of soldiers were buried here, staining the earth with blood, countless souls of grievances, crying and howling every day, turning into a dark land.

It lasted for half a month, and when the crying dissipated, there were tens of millions of corpses on the ground, and white bones floating in the sea of ​​blood echoing the twenty-four sword energy.

After the war.

On the Devil Plain, five-colored divine lights pierced through the void, and the legendary Great Sage Kong Xuan appeared on the Devil Plain.

It's not just him.

There are also colorful light spots coming, and a seven-treasure wonderful tree fell from the sky. When it landed, it was held in the hand by a thin Taoist. It was the second leader of the Western Sect, the Taoist Cunti.

There are also four terrifying killing swords that run through the heaven and earth, descending, killing, and seizing, and extinction, and endless murderous intent. The leader of the Jie Sect and the Heaven.

The sky is filled with petals, and the fairy music is singing. A figure that emerges from the dust falls with the rain of flowers and flowers. The whole body is filled with mist and the crane is singing for a long time. He holds a jade Ruyi in his hand, and the leader of the sect and Yuanshi.

Suddenly, the Buddha's light was made, and the Buddha's voice was louder. Golden flowers fell in the sky and golden lotus gushed over the ground. A compassionate monk showed his sadness and pain. He stepped on a twelve-grade lotus platform under his feet, and came, Buddha.

In addition, all the cultivators in the world rushed to twenty-four battle swords.

Some people say that the White Tiger Holy Emperor has appeared.

In short, the peerless divine treasure is about to emerge, and masters from all walks of life are flocking to each other, wanting to get a share of the pie.

Countless terrifying figures with amazing auras are filled with strange phenomena, all of which are the most holy people in the world. They look at each other, and their eyes are obscure and difficult to understand.

Of course.

That's it on this day, at this moment.

At the end of the distant plain, a very clear and weird choking sound suddenly sounded, and he was extremely old.

It was clear, indeed very clear. The cough seemed to be scattered between heaven and earth, coming from afar, falling into everyone's ears, and it seemed to be sounding from their hearts. So no matter how loud the wind was or how loud the thunder in the sky was, they could hear it clearly.

"Ahem...ahhhh..."

The violent and rapid choking cough made people unable to help but fantasize about how tragic the owner of the sound had experienced. It sounded like a sharp stone stuck in his throat, stuck into his flesh and blood, which was heartbreaking.

The dust brought blood to the point of the plain, and at this moment, everyone looked at the end of the plain by devils.

The violent choking coughs were accompanied by rapid breathing, like a broken bellows twitching.

"Ahem..."

The coughing sound is approaching.

I saw a hunched figure slowly becoming clear on the vast land under the distant sky.

Someone opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't help but suck in his mouth, and his whole body was creepy, and his scalp was numb and his breathing was almost stopped.

It was an old man. Every time he took a step, he seemed to be one year older. The closer he got, the more hunched his body became, as if some terrifying change had occurred in his body. The gray hair, which was originally mixed with black and white on his head, now became snow-white quickly, and finally became thick and thin.

But what scared everyone was that the old man's old face was covered with twisted and winding cracks, just like broken porcelain, which would disperse at any time.

What is even more terrifying is that every step he takes, he feels like he walks into the water, the virtual and the real are in harmony, seemingly close to him, but it gives people the illusion of being distant and floating, as if he is far away from thousands of mountains and seas, and is indescribable weirdness.

The old man was wearing a black robe. At first, he fitted, but now he gradually became wider and dragged on the ground and fluttered in the wind, strange and weird.

In fact, all this seemed long, but in just a few blinks, the old man far away in the sky had already come closer.

He was not looking at the twenty-four battle swords that everyone even coveted. He raised his eyes that were turbid and like chaos. He was looking at the most holy man in the world, half-ancestors from all over the world.

For some reason, someone's heart was beating, as if he was being scandaled by some big horror.

"Gudu!"

The old man swallowed hard and spitted, his eyes seemed to be glowing. He slowly opened his mouth with difficulty, which was about to lose his teeth and said, "Cough cough... Well, the real god of the world here will leave here. I can let you go. As for the false god... cough cough... let's just bury here and turn it into my healing purpose..."

The hoarse and old voice was like the whisper of a ghost. As the old man said, a stream of low and strange whimpers suddenly floated on the plain, like the sound of wind and the crying of ghosts. The people who heard it were all over their bodies, and cold sweat broke out, as if they saw demons.

“…Liquidation, early!”

The old man's voice echoed on the devil's plain, as if it was a death talisman.
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