Afterwards, weapons clashed, and everyone fought with hundreds of ghosts and monsters. Some looked at death as if they were dead, with perseverance in their eyes, while others were so frightened that they couldn't even hold their swords firmly and ran away in a hurry... Once... everyone wanted to take the gods after them.
This proud title of human being is on the lips and placed on the head, but now, no one is willing to admit their identity as a descendant of the gods...
How glorious it once was, how miserable it is now...
Ji Dongke, the head of Fanchen Palace, and the three elders all lined up in front.
Ji Dongke, Elder Huansu and a group of disciples fought at the front, using their spiritual power to turn into protective barriers made of golden light one after another, trying their best to block the demons and monsters that were rushing towards them.
Elder Yulong and Bai Wuchen, together with a group of disciples, drew their swords and slashed at the rows and rows of ghosts and ghosts in front of them, specializing in the vital parts, causing their flesh and blood to fly everywhere and their brains to scatter.
Although Mrs. Xianyin is a woman, she has no fear on her face. She and a group of disciples hold the guqin in front of their knees, with jade hands and fingertips surrounded by spiritual energy. The music is sometimes intricate and noisy, sometimes like jade beads running on a disk, sometimes like
Thousands of arrows pierced through the forest, and although there was not a single weapon or blade in sight, there were swords and sword shadows everywhere, killing the ghosts and ghosts... Then huge ghosts appeared, with their bodies hunched over, their auras violent, and their auras ringing with violence.
Their bodies, twisted eyes emitted two scarlet lights, their hair was so long that it covered half of their eyes, they opened their bloody mouths, revealing several rows of jagged and sharp teeth...
I saw the shadow of the Jiuyao Sword in Bai Wuchen's hand flying, and the golden sword energy injected with spiritual power spread out in all directions. The surrounding demon soldiers were seriously injured as soon as they approached. Under the halo of the sword shadow, there was a
The white figures were flying up and down fighting. The demons and monsters were still roaring, but they were no longer able to defeat Bai Wuchen's every move. Seeing this, the demon pointed its spearhead at Bai Wuchen. Since he couldn't defeat him, he exhausted all his energy.
It’s not too late to kill! Finally, Bai Wuchen’s white clothes were gradually stained with blood. He didn’t know whether it was from monsters or the blood oozing out from the large and small wounds on his body...
There was constant fighting in the mortal palace. The monks' knives, swords, bodies and faces were all covered in blood. Unfortunately, a lone monk was pierced through the heart by the ghost's sharp claws. Then the ghost cut out his spiritual core and tore it out.
The beating heart, then opened its scarlet eyes and put its spiritual core heart into the mouth, some savored it carefully, and some devoured it. Those demons that had eaten the heart became stronger and harder to fight...
There are endless demons and monsters to kill and eliminate, and the monks in Fanchen Que have been forced into a desperate situation...
"Hahahaha!" Seeing that the time had come, the Demon God hung high in the air and looked down, his eyes filled with the joy of having a great revenge.
Everyone also looked up, thinking that the demon must be green-faced and fanged, as ugly as a yaksha, but who knew...
It was actually the head of Kunlun——Jun Qianxiang...
"Why is Jun the leader?" One disciple asked doubtfully.
"He is not the leader, he is the devil..." Elder Huansu said softly.
Although Ji Dongke and the three elders were surprised, they could see at a glance that Jun Qianxiang had been taken away by the demon...
Luo Hu put his left hand behind his back, gathered a ball of glazed karma fire in his right hand and left. The karma fire burned for seven days. After it was extinguished, the mortal palace fell in the dust, and everything that had been sheltered under it was raging.
Destroyed in the fire of karma, full of desolation, Luohu slaughtered Fanchen Que, and Fanchen Que fought to the death, but in the end he could not defeat millions of demons and ghosts. All descendants of Fanchen Que's gods were martyred, Master Kongsang was seriously injured, and Bai Wuchen's whereabouts are unknown...
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Later, who knows, within a few days, hundreds of flowers and grasses sprouted from this wasteland, and it turned into a sea of flowers, which seemed to be the place where the Flower God died. Therefore, it was called the Tomb of the Flower God by the world. From then on, as long as there are monsters and monsters passing by this place,
They will be trapped by the vines and pulled into the abyss, and finally they will be sucked out of their flesh and blood and die...
The demon god's ambition has already included the three realms. He wants to be the master of these three realms. If the major sects in the world of cultivation are willing to surrender to him, he will spare their lives. If they are unwilling to surrender, then they will all be killed...
Everyone thought that Kunlun and the demon had colluded long ago, because Luohu did not harm Jun Nanyan and Rong Yuemang... However, Jun Nanxian's whereabouts were unknown, and the entire Kunlun was taken over by Rong Yuemang. However, the sect was loose and defected.
, riding on the fire to rob, some people left Kunlun, and some joined the demon god, willing to become Rahu's dog in order to survive...
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Suzhou.
Yuehua Palace.
Chu Huayu was unwilling to give in. She didn't believe that Bai Wuchen was dead. It was clear that the two of them had communicated with each other a few days ago, and that she and Bai Wuchen had only confirmed their relationship...
Chu Huayu stepped out of the door step by step, but was stopped by his disciples.
"Senior sister! What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to Fanchen Palace..." Chu Huayu said softly.
"Sister, it's very chaotic outside now. Fanchen Palace... Fanchen Palace is already in ruins! Besides, the Lord said..."
Before the disciple finished speaking, Chu Huayu cast a spell to knock him out.
"I'm sorry..." Chu Huayu said softly, and then rushed out the door without delaying for a moment.
At this time, two figures appeared not far away, one was Rong Yunhe and the other was Zhang Nianzhen.
"Husband, why don't you stop Xiao Yu'er?" Zhang Nianzhen said.
"Let her go..." Rong Yunhe looked at Chu Huayu's leaving figure and said, "If you stay here, there may be danger..."
"Do we really want to send Xiao Yu'er to Fusang?" Zhang Nianzhen said.
"Perhaps, in this way, she will have a chance to live..." After Rong Yunhe said that, he sighed and left. Hu Lingye sent a message to him yesterday, telling him that Luo Hu was hunting down all the descendants of the gods in the world, Fusang
There has never been a saying about descendants of gods. Only by taking Chu Huayu to Fusang can Chu Huayu have a way to survive...
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The demon is still killing people everywhere, and a branch of the Jun family resisted until the last moment and refused to surrender.
The Demon God slowly walked over, smiled and asked Jun Nan'an, the branch elder, "Are you willing to surrender?"
"No surrender..." Jun Nan'an said.
Later, Jun Nanan was penetrated by sharp claws through Pipa's bones.
"Father!" Everyone mourned.
"Then just kill them all!" Luo Hu chuckled.
"yes!"
A group of demons started to kill one person after another, until their sharp claws reached out to a man. The man suddenly shouted loudly: "Please have mercy on Lord Demon Ancestor! Spare my life. I... I am willing to surrender to Lord Demon Ancestor."
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"Oh?" Hearing the title "Demon Ancestor", Luo Hu was very happy. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What's your name?"
"The younger one...the younger one's name is Jun Nanyang." The man said in a trembling voice.
Luo Hu smiled and said: "Jun Nanyang, but your people don't want to surrender to me, what should I do? Otherwise... you die with them? The whole family is neat and clean!"
"Lord Demon Ancestor!" The man hurriedly knelt down at Luo Hu's feet and said repeatedly: "Lord Demon Ancestor, calm down, I... the little one... the little one is just a disciple of the Jun family who can't be branched out, but my surname is Jun.
That’s all, I’m willing to follow Lord Demon Ancestor to the death and sever ties with the Jun family. Whatever Lord Demon Ancestor wants me to be named, I’ll have whatever surname I want! Please be merciful to Lord Demon Ancestor and spare my life...”
"Traitor! Uh-huh..." one person said angrily, and then he was stabbed through the heart by a demon soldier's sword, which made Jun Nanyang tremble with fear.
"Oh?" Luo Hu lowered his head, his face full of displeasure, and said angrily: "I am very unhappy today, so why not kill one more of you!"
This Rahu is really moody.
"Lord Demon Ancestor, I... I know that there is a descendant of the gods in this world!" The man kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Oh?" Luo Hu suddenly became interested and said with a smile: "Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, where is that person now?"
"In Gusu, Yuehua Palace..."
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Chu Huayu has arrived at the Mortal Palace. The glazed fire karma burned for seven days. After it was extinguished, the Mortal Palace fell in the dust. Everything that had been sheltered under it disappeared in the raging karmic fire, showing desolation...
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Chu Huayu searched for a long time, but found nothing. She hated Luo Hu and hated her own powerlessness. Looking at the ruins in front of her, Chu Huayu finally collapsed on the ground and cried. She was crying for all the gods.
When people mourn, they mourn for all those who have died, and they also mourn for those they love...
After crying for an unknown amount of time, Chu Huayu fell asleep. When she woke up again, everything around her had changed.
This place is not a ruin, but hundreds of flowers and grass are growing! Fragrances are rising from thousands of miles away, and the eyes are filled with golden and undulating seas of flowers, densely layered, like burning clouds, like fluttering red silk...
Chu Huayu's eyes were already red and swollen from crying. She was lost in thought when Hu Lingye quietly appeared behind her.
"Xiao Yu'er." Hu Lingye said.
Chu Huayu turned around suddenly, feeling surprised and happy: "Aunt Hu, why are you..."
"It was your uncle who asked me to take you to Fusang. Did you know that the devil is hunting down all the descendants of the gods..." Hu Lingye said: "If you stay in Yuehua Palace, the entire Rong family may be in trouble..."
"I..." Chu Huayu raised his eyes and looked at Hu Lingye, struggling in his heart: Maybe it is a good thing for her to leave Yuehua Palace, at least it will not drag down the entire Rong family, but thinking about Bai Wuchen's whereabouts,
Chu Huayu was obsessed with leaving. She wanted to see people living and dead, and corpses. Even if she found a piece of loess, she still wanted to find Bai Wuchen...
"Aunt Hu, can I not leave now? I won't go back to Yuehua Palace..." Chu Huayu said.
"Why?" Hu Lingye was puzzled.
"I'm looking for someone..." Chu Huayu said softly.
Hu Lingye frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Xiao Yu'er, are you looking for Bai Wuchen?"
"Yes! Aunt Hu." Chu Huayu nodded, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Aunt Hu? Bai Mo is still alive, isn't he?"
Hu Lingye nodded and said: "He was seriously injured. A few days ago, Da Xi and I found him. Don't worry, he is in Fusang now. Da Xi has always been by his side. Xiao Yu'er, you and I go back