Chapter 557 (2/2)
Endless murderous thoughts filled his chest, and the spirit of the devil shadow interfered. Suiren's mind struggled endlessly. In his mind, endless evil Qi seemed to devour the soul of human ancestors.
At the beginning of ancient times, the human race was born to eat meat and drink blood. The Suiren family drilled wood to make fire, which brought endless mild Qi. The fire of inheritance was lit. The wish of the human race was endless. The sudden light of the spirit roared: ”I am the human race, the demon race, die, ha ha.”
In the wild laughter, the smell of Suiren's whole body became more and more violent. Looking at the evil shadow in front of him, he stepped out step by step, but his hands held the person in front of him.
”Boom”
With a loud noise, endless firewood and fire swept in, the violent space-time forces swallowed up from the broken void, and Mars scattered all over the sky.
”Boom”
Go and listen to the thunderbolt of the void, the rolling clouds and the thunder.
”Hum, I wasted my soul in vain.” the broken ghost, looking at the flying ash, snorted coldly, and stepped out of the dark hall.
Endless wasteland, blood rain, violent thunder, seem to be neighing and crying.
”Eh? Blood rain?” the figure looking up at the sky couldn't help but stretch out his hands to connect the falling rain to his palm. The gentle energy of firewood and fire came. A deep uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart, and Youchao's eyebrows frowned: ”don't worry, old friend.”
The Jiuli tribe spewed out against the blood. Chi you looked pale at the eight trigrams in his hand. The endless sadness swept over, making Chi You's eyes gradually blurred: ”what's the matter? Are you thinking about your ancestors?”
Fondly touched the Eight Diagrams shaking in his hand. Chi You stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears on his face: ”tears?”
On the shore of the East China Sea, Ji Xuanyuan looked pale and looked at the void. There seemed to be a heavy pressure. He stretched out his hands and took the dripping blood rain in his hands: ”why, I'm so upset in my heart.”
In the burst void, endless flames rose into the sky. With a sigh, a white jade like palm poked out of the void, but a weak flame was included in the palm of the palm: ”Luo Xuan.”
Surprised, surprised, the devil Lord Luo Xuan will return to the wasteland again. The language of sigh seems to be regretting and angry: ”the place where the eight trigrams try to suppress their own luck is really heaven's will like a knife.”
In the magnificent Xianjia palace, countless immortal birds soared, heavenly women scattered flowers, surging Xianqi, and all kinds of Huaguang scattered on the earth. In the Lingxiao hall, open your eyes and a weak flame in your hand, which seemed to be going out the next moment. Yuqing Jue frowned: ”Suiren.”
Whispered words, when I got up, I rolled up endless waves, and the huge momentum covered the whole heaven. One step out was to leave Hentian.
The yaochi beside him frowned when he saw Yu qingjue get up for the first time. Since he became emperor of heaven, he hasn't got up from the supreme treasure seat. Looking at the figure leaving, his eyes were full of worry: ”elder martial brother, don't worry.”
Thirty three days later, Li Hentian, Dou rate palace, the old gentleman of alchemy, shook his body slightly, waved back the boy beside him, and looked at the Taoist gradually solidified in surprise.
”Taoist friend, why do you dress up like this?”
Yuqingjue, who came through the air, shook his head and sighed. When he stretched out his hand, a cluster of weak flames swayed in the wind: ”Suiren, Taoist friend, he will give it to you.”
As soon as the old gentleman's face changed, a light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to connect the fire into his palm. The gentle sage breath surged in and disappeared into the fire. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled: ”how could human ancestors be robbed?”
The ancestors of the Honghuang people, with boundless merits and virtues, are the human race that has existed since their birth. They themselves represent the spirit of the human race, and the Suiren family represents the potential that a single spark can start a prairie fire. The human race will not die and the human ancestor will not die.
”Luo Zhen”
It was a bolt from the blue. The color on the Taishang changed. The devil Lord of the world didn't know the existence of competing with the Daozu chamber. Why did those who should have died at the beginning of the day return to the flood: ”how could this happen?”
”The third robbery of the Terran, the Lich demon and the virtual spirit, is exactly the appearance of the chaotic dance of demons”. Yuqing was a little puzzled about why such a change occurred. In the original process, the third robbery of the Terran was the robbery of killing and cutting, and the robbery of civil strife, but now it is the reversal of heaven's mystery.
The Golden Lotus and the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, which were fragrant and broke through the air, instantly came into the eyes of Yu qingjue and the supreme mother: ”second brother, third brother, why are you here?”
The leader of Tongtian cult shrugged and looked at yuqingjue: ”the emperor of heaven starts, the wind rises and clouds surge.”
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the Heavenly Master took a swipe at the corners of his mouth and looked at the solemn Tongtian leader. He shook his head reluctantly: ”the secret of heaven is chaotic. Even our saints can't explore.”