On the sea of ​​blood, Houtu realized the true meaning of the six realms of reincarnation. But at this moment, on the prehistoric land, the Qingqiu Mountains, the tragic sound of Suiren also spread from the nine netherworld blood sea. In order to save Houtu, Chen Yuyang wasted some time. Now that he heard the human race sacrifice to the sky, the sarcastic sound of Suiren, Chen Yuyang was immediately furious.

On the sea of ​​blood, Houtu could naturally see the veins on Chen Yuyang's face turbulent at this moment. From the prehistoric Zixiao Palace to today, Chen Yuyang is always the elegant and handsome Taoist brother in Houtu's eyes. He had never seen Chen Yuyang lose his composure and could not help but feel frightened. After all, he had just asked Chen Yuyang to take care of the witch clan.

Now that this happened, the slaughter of the human race, the witch race was very serious. Moreover, Houtu knew the relationship between the Qingyang Dao brother and the human race, and he could also see some things in the Suiren clan's words to sacrifice to heaven. The most elite troops of the human race, the heavenly army, came from Qingyang Island. Although it was a bit exaggerated to say that one of the ten or not, but...

After all, the incense is still there, especially the human saint master Xiaotian Saint comes from Qingyang Island. It is difficult to guarantee that this Qingyang Taoist brother will do anything in anger. Even if he does something, he will feel guilty and cannot stop him. He has no strength to stop him.

Looking at Chen Yuyang's dark face at this moment, Houtu felt nervous and said, "Brother, I..."

I saw a drop of clear tears slid from the corner of Chen Yuyang's eyes, and the slightly twitching corner of his mouth. The tears fell directly into the blood and blood. It was difficult to tell the traces. I sighed deeply and said, "I would like to ask Qingyang Daozun to pity the kindness of the Beihai. The human race really dare not forget it. If there is no Daozun, there will be no prosperity of the human race. Above the Beihai, Daozun once promised a glimmer of chance of our human race. Now the human race is in the autumn of life and death. The elite of Qingyang Island's heavenly army is no longer ten, so sad and magnificent. I also asked Daozun to see the incense inherited by our human race, to raise great magic power, turn the tide when it falls, and to support the building. I, Suiren, feels sore and tears! "

As he spoke, Chen Yuyang seemed to choke in his throat and said, "Breaking it and then standing, if it is not broken, it will not be established. However, I never expected that the disaster of the human race would be so huge, so huge, so huge! I am ashamed of being a human race!"

This was the first time Chen Yuyang revealed his own foundation. Houtu around him immediately felt a bad premonition. He trembled in his heart: No wonder, no wonder Brother Qingyang loves the human race so much. So that's how it is. Thinking of this, she became even more anxious and confused about the future of the witch race.

He slaughtered the human race to whom Brother Qingyang belonged and killed all the human heavenly army on Qingyang Island. How could Brother Qingyang not be angry? But Chen Yuyang forced to suppress the anger in his heart at this moment, and his beautiful fingers kept moving lightly, and his heart was much more turbulent than the blood waves under his feet. There was no time in the prehistoric world, and there was no time to practice.

Chen Yuyang never expected that in such a short battle of blood, the human race would almost be slaughtered. No one could understand his anger, and Houtu said further beside him: "Brother Dao..."

Chen Yuyang didn't say anything, but his face turned pale, with a sense of wanting to kill people. He roared angrily at the sea of ​​blood: "Chen Yuyang, Chen Yuyang, who are you a human race, who are you a human race?"

Boom, Boom, Boom, countless waves of blood sea were blown out directly. This roar made the River Styx in the sea of ​​blood tremble. There was an indescribable sense of fear. The two swords of Abi and Yuantu had never left the River Styx, but they were already scared and out of their hands, with a look of horror.

Above the Nine Heavens, in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun frowned slightly and sighed: "If you don't break, you won't be established. After this disaster, the human race will prosper. I have no choice but to do it. I hope you can understand my hard work." This sentence seems to be a pious apology, and there seems to be an indescribable helplessness: "If you don't break, you won't be established, it's not just the human race!"

Of course, if you want to hide it from Chen Yuyang's eyes, only the Taoist ancestor Hongjun has such ability in the entire prehistoric world. Zhunti's guide to disturb the secrets of heaven is just a small way and cannot deceive people. Hongjun himself is the way of heaven. Hongjun's heart is moved, and the way of heaven moves naturally, and you can't calculate the cause and effect.

Looking at the four disciples standing foolishly in front of him, Hongjun sneered: "You heard it just now. The lay Buddhist Qingyang was so angry. Do you think you can stop it? Just now, if it weren't for the lay Buddhists showing mercy, none of you would have thought of leaving the sea of ​​blood alive!"

At this moment, whether it was me, Cunti, or Yuanshi, they were all trembling all over. Just now, Chen Yuyang's anger had already shaken their hearts of Taoism. Even if they were far away in Zixiao Palace, they still felt that this kind of magic power and such cultivation were simply killing people invisibly.

Only Jie Yin stepped forward and said in confusion: "Teacher, what should we do?"

"You?" Hongjun sneered: "What should you do?"

I immediately understood and bowed, "Disciple is the leader of the human race. Now the human race is in trouble. I will rescue you from now on. I hope the teacher will fulfill it!"

Hongjun waved his hand and said, "Go!"

Suddenly, my figure disappeared into Zixiao Palace. But above the Nine Nether Blood Sea, Chen Yuyang's laughter immediately came, and he laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I, I only have achievements now, isn't it too late? How can I allow you to become the leader of the human race!"

He stomped his feet suddenly, and the sea of ​​blood surged again. Chen Yuyang said: "Xiaotian, lead me to sit down 200,000 Heavenly Army, Xiaoyue Tianlang, mobilize our eight major legions of the Qingyang Island Demon Clan. Today I want to kill people and keep the witch clan from leaving no one! To eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Suddenly, the army and horses were mobilized on the prehistoric land, and Xiaotian was also very sad. Now that he heard that Chen Yuyang was finally going to kill, a golden light flashed and appeared on the sea of ​​blood. The black military uniform rose slowly tomorrow and said, "Brother Chen, the 200,000 heavenly troops are ready to go, just wait for Brother Chen to give order!"

The silver light flashed, and the Xiaoyue Tianlang also appeared on the sea of ​​blood and said, "Master, everything is ready. The eight legions of the demon clan, totaling 300,000 people, almost all of them are in the cultivation of the Golden Immortals, waiting for the Master's order!"

"Kill!" Chen Yuyang said angrily, Xiaotian and Xiaoyue immediately flashed and left. It was Houtu's eyes that were clear tears. They wanted to go forward to plead with him, but Chen Yuyang waved his hand and stopped him: "Houtu, I don't want to make things difficult for you, but I always have to pay the price to do something wrong. Your witch clan will not be extinct, but the damn one will die!"

After saying that, Chen Yuyang's body flashed and had disappeared from the sea of ​​blood. The River Styx under the sea of ​​blood was still trembling and sighed: "This guy is finally gone!" hf();
Chapter completed!