? The human race won a great victory, pushing the General Prime Minister to an unprecedented height. One sect and one person is enough. Ziwei, the Emperor of the Eternal Eternal support for the future of the General Prime Minister, not to mention that he has an unfathomable father.

The first deity took a strong move and saved the young lineage. Then the distracted god Guo Ming brought a peerless strong man to wipe out the 72 cave heavens, which completely reversed the decline of the human race. It can be said that many strong men and sects owe the generals a huge favor.

Many strong people are guessing what the General Secretary’s Pavilion represents and why it can stand firm. Is it just because of Guo Ming?

Some people speculate that the General Secretary represents a great lineage of the human race in the future. Perhaps in the future, they can really target soldiers and generals and become one of the few major forces in the world.

Such a message naturally put great pressure on Qingxuan. After all, he was already the chosen co-rule of the human race. However, the lack of use by the General Secretary and the Prime Minister obviously had a lot of impact on his prestige. Some sects have secretly contacted the General Secretary and are willing to become their vassals, which has a great hindrance to Qingxuan's unification.

"The ruler of the human race cannot be allowed to develop by the generals and ministers, otherwise it will not be unified and you will not be able to become the true co-lord." On a dangerous cliff, King Wen said in a deep voice to Qingxuan, who was standing with his hands behind his back.

Qingxuan was unmoved and said lightly: "What do you think you should do?"

"Since ancient times, those who have accomplished great things do not care about minor matters. Although the General Pavilion is a powerful force, if he becomes a step that hinders unification, then it can only be erased." King Wen pondered for a while and said a little heavy: "The last battle is coming. If the power of the human race cannot be twisted together, the final result will undoubtedly be miserable."

Qingxuan's eyes showed a trace of sorrow, his eyes fell into the distance, and he said softly: "I understand the truth, but I don't want to do this when the human race is floating."

"It is precisely because of the fluttering that you need to cut the mess quickly. Perhaps because of your soft heart, the human race will have a greater crisis." King Wen said excitedly: "I can guarantee that you will regret today's decision in the future. The Three Emperors were very good at the time, but do you know how many people they killed? Many powerful clans were killed because they did not follow the orders."

"I am the co-lord of the human race, but I can't even compare to Guo Ming and Huixin. Do you think I have the ability to lead the world?" Qing Xuan clenched his fist slightly, and a terrible cold light appeared in his eyes. He sat down cross-legged and said lightly: "Although the co-lord of the human race can give me an unimaginable glory, but the real glory is something I fought for. This identity has now become a demon in my heart. I want to cut off this last trace of obsession."

"Do you want to go into seclusion?" King Wen asked in a low voice.

"I want to travel to the realm of Taixu, feel the pressure of the Three Emperors, and use this training, hoping to enter the advanced realm before the Battle of Heaven." Qing Xuan said lightly.

"Are you gambling? Are you playing tricks on Taixu Holy Realm? Maybe your spiritual sense will leave terrible trauma." King Wen's heart sank.

"Life is a big gamble, so what if you win or lose?" Qingxuan whispered.

...

This is an era of turmoil. Although the human race reversed its decline, it is still incomparable to the gods.

After experiencing a period of dormancy, the monks of the Seventy-Two Cave Heaven emerged again. At the same time, the monks of the Thirty-Six Blessings also walked out of this world.

Sects and races are erased.

There is no kindness, no mercy, only blood and hatred.

A monk carrying the Black Iron Sword shone with one sword and one sword to break an ancient sect, which caused shock to the world.

He kept his steps and slashed at the General Pavilion billions of miles away.

On that day, many monks saw the sword that shook the past and the present, spanning the eternal period, as if they had rolled up the power of the entire world and rushed towards them.

A roar came, and a divine bear, 180,000 feet tall, roared and roared, holding the moon in his hands and stepping on the Bahuang. He tried to block it, but he was almost cut into two pieces.

If Ziwei hadn't taken action, perhaps the Divine Bear might have really died.

The two of them took action together and barely repelled the man's attack.

However, a few days later, someone saw him being chased by Huixin and bloodied into the depths of the starry sky.

As the waves wash away the sand, young strong men grow up quickly after experiencing the experience of blood and fire.

Guo Ming's disciples lingered in the enlightenment and succeeded in fighting in the world on behalf of Guo Ming.

The ancient sword cultivator Fengyun shocked the world with a broken evil sword in his hand.

Long Yi of the Blue Eye Clan and Fu'er, the inheritor of the Snow God, betrayed the race and also took strong action against the gods.

Of course, there are more casualties from the three tribes. The demon spirit clan was destroyed by nearly a thousand tribes, and the casualties are difficult to estimate.

It was a blood and tears, and it was also a sad song.

No force is spared. The General Prime Minister's Pavilion was also subjected to a joint plot by several powerful monks, with heavy casualties.

In a river of history, Guo Ming sat quietly in it, feeling the mystery of time. The power of time is too vast, and it may take countless years to understand it all.

The eternal message flows in it, and the insights of countless sages are also broken.

While understanding the true meaning of time, Guo Ming observed the mysterious methods of his predecessors.

Slowly opening his eyes, Guo Ming sighed, "The law of time runs through the whole world and can be said to be superior to everything. Unfortunately, my years alone are too small in the long river of time." He had a feeling that if he understood the law of time, he might be superior to everything, and he could really look down on the world at that time.

The law of time is an endless treasure, but he doesn't have that time to dig.

The ancient Bodhi sutra sounded in my heart, and the hundreds of words of scriptures emerged from his body word by word, manifested in the long river of time, and turned into the beginning of the Tao.

Guo Ming was stunned. This time he did not run the ancient scriptures, why did it run automatically?

A Yin-Yang Bagua appears, revealing a distant aura, and there seems to be another world in the Bagua.

Guo Ming stretched out his right hand and slowly touched the gossip. His whole body trembled because what was revealed in his mind was another world.

The vastness, chaos, the world is not separated. Is this the scene when the world is not opened?

Guo Ming's face changed drastically. He looked at all this in shock and murmured: "The world has not yet been separated. Is this the starting point of Tao? What kind of ancient scripture is the fourth ancient scripture, and why can it bring me there?" This is the most primitive starting point, because even the Chaos Sea has not yet been nurtured here, so it can be said that ancient has reached the starting point.

Perhaps this is the beginning of heaven and earth in the true sense.

Guo Ming no longer hesitated and turned into a stream of light and entered it.

The river of time fluctuated for a while, and then calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

Guo Ming disappeared from everyone's sight. No matter how fierce the war in the outside world was, even if most of the disciples of the General Secretary were killed or injured, he would not ask for a question.

Ziwei coughed blood in big mouthfuls and fell into the wilderness. She looked up at the gloomy sky and murmured: "Father, where are you? Do you know that the General Secretary's Pavilion is having a hard time?"

There are too many strong people in this world, and even if he is the emperor of the ages, it is difficult to protect him.

Ten years later, the river fell, and as Guo Ming's eldest disciple, he was killed at the door of the General Pavilion.

Fifteen years later, he was chased and killed by others.

Twenty years later, the holy land was attacked and the lord of the holy land was killed. Huixin did not reverse the situation. She was besieged and severely injured by seven or eight masters of the same level, and her whereabouts were unknown.

...

Fifty years later, Master Xuanxuan's disciple Miaoxuan fell strangely and became a mystery for the ages.

A hundred years later, the Three Immortal Island overseas was uprooted, with countless casualties and injuries. Except for a few people who escaped, they were all slaughtered.

Many tribe members cried out loudly, looking forward to the legendary king's return against the will and the strong move of the human race's co-lord.

Unfortunately, none of the two stood up, but the human race was never knocked down like that, and there were always heroes coming out.

A sword light that stretched to the sky shattered the sky and slashed hard at a monk.

The man was not aware of it. The moment the sword light was about to come into contact, thousands of rays of light broke, but the next moment he appeared in front of Fengyun.

The black palm gently patted it and wanted to hit his chest.

Ling Yun's pupils shrank, and there was not much panic. He spoke Zen sounds, and the righteous energy in his chest was stirred, turning into a murderous sound of the rolling sky, and the murderous aura moved together in the nine heavens.

The man's body was broken again. When he wanted to go further, he found that this sound of heaven had a great obstacle to him.

It was this hesitation that the evil-breaking sword in Fengyun's hand made a sharp sound of sword sound, turned into a talisman seal, and burst out billions of rays of light in the void.

The black shadow manifested his body under the light of the talisman seal. He looked at all this in horror and said in awe: "How is the Evil Breaking Sword possible?"

"Such Demon, go to die!" Feng Yun stabbed the evil sword in his hand and directly penetrated his sea of ​​consciousness, destroying his soul.

After killing the succubus, Fengyun fell from mid-air and came to Ziwei's side and asked, "How is it?"

Ziwei's face was a little pale, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and sighed: "I didn't notice being ridden by the succubus for a while, now it's much better."

"How could the succubus be so raging? There are probably no living people on this ancient star." Feng Yun said inexplicably.

"I'm very surprised that Succubus has perished in ancient times, why does it still exist now?" Ziwei, as the emperor, naturally knew a lot of secrets.

"It is said that he was suppressed by the Lord of Nine Nether back then. Could it be that the Lord of Nine Nether back then had any problems?" Ziwei murmured.

"With his cultivation level, there will definitely be no problem." Ziwei rubbed her chin and whispered.

Fengyun's face changed slightly, but Ziwei's words had another meaning. The suppression was done by the Lord of Nine Netherworlds, so now that the succubus is born, there is only one possibility.

This succubus was released by the Lord of Nine Netherworld. Then the Lord of Nine Netherworld is undoubtedly a traitor to the human race.

Chapter 1 is here.
Chapter completed!