The raging yellow spring water separates the underworld from the primitive world.
The Huangquan water carries the Netherworld Huangquan sand and is rice yellow.
Although the color is beautiful, it has amazing power.
Once a monk falls into the underworld, his flesh and blood will be worn away within a moment.
Destroy the soul.
The ferocious beast is covered in flesh and blood, but it cannot withstand the underworld.
Except for Netherworld, everything in the ancient world was reduced to a lair of ferocious beasts.
Hundreds of millions of ferocious beasts were displayed beside the Huangquan River, with blood-red eyes and low roars.
A ferocious and terrifying beast roared, raised its claws and walked into the underworld.
Zhila!
Corrosive smoke.
In just one breath, the ferocious beast's tyrannical body was corroded by the underworld water.
Revealing the white bones of Senluo.
"Roar!" The ferocious beast roared in pain.
The ferocious beast has no spirit, but it has instinctive fear.
And the river in front of him can actually swallow flesh and blood.
fear!
A ferocious beast shaped like a bird flapped its wings and wanted to fly directly across the river.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he flew over the river, he would be affected by a suction force.
Plop!
The flying bird falls into the underworld.
Plop!
Struggling splash.
After two breaths.
No more popping sound.
Only a white skeleton was left, sinking to the bottom of the Huangquan River.
"Roar!"
The army of ferocious beasts all retreated in fear.
Seeing this, all the powerful people in the ancient world breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally, the attack of the ferocious beast was delayed."
"The next step is to recuperate and recover from injuries and mana."
"Wait for Leopard to come back!"
"As long as the leader comes back, everything will be fine."
Hundreds of millions of ferocious beasts were circling beside the Huangquan River, walking back and forth.
I want to cross the river, but I am afraid of the power of the river.
A stalemate lasted for five epochs.
Outside the Huangquan River, hundreds of billions of ferocious beasts have gathered.
It's so densely packed that even if you don't have trypophobia, you will still suffer from it.
"Roar!" A high-pitched howl suddenly sounded from the center of the ferocious beast army.
Then I saw countless ferocious beasts jumping into the Huangquan River regardless of life or death.
Plop!
Zhila!
Plop!
Zhila!
Only half a moment.
Then hundreds of millions of ferocious beasts turned into white bones and sank to the bottom of the Huangquan River.
A billion beasts.
Tens of billions of ferocious beasts.
Hundreds of billions of ferocious beasts.
Not afraid of life and death, one after another jumped into the bottom of the Yellow Spring River.
Netherworld.
A group of powerful people gathered in front of the gate of hell.
They all frowned deeply, "The ferocious beast...is it trying to fill up the underworld with corpses?"
Three thousand underworlds are of course bottomless.
But there are also a lot of ferocious beasts!
The amount of water filling the river in this way is tens of billions, billions, trillions.
The Huangquan River will definitely be filled up.
All the powerful people in the prehistoric era fell into silence.
"The prehistoric era is in danger!"
Yuan Long's face was pale, and his Taoist robes were stained with blood.
Yuan Long had previously fought against the Arctic Sea Lord and was injured.
Yuan Long was broken and then stood up. Although he recovered quickly, he is now only at the eighth level of Origin Dao.
The Arctic Sea Lord is already at the pinnacle of Origin Dao.
Today's Yuanlong is indeed no match for Polar Star Sea Lord.
"I... can lead ten thousand monks to break through!" Yuan Long was surrounded by the power of stars. His face was pale, he was seriously injured, and his voice was low.
There are more than hundreds of millions of monks in the ancient world?
Yuan Long could only lead ten thousand monks to break through.
All that remains is death.
Yangmei, Shi, Destiny, Hongjun and other demon gods were silent for a long time, "Why are you looking at us?"
"Chaos Demon God, never retreat!"
Taiqing Laozi is wiping the Taichi diagram.
Yuanshi Tianzun had a gloomy face.
Leader Tongtian gestured to Qingping.
"No one can live in vain if he interprets the three teachings."
"There is no sea of blood either."
"Beiming... Sigh, no more."
Kunpeng had broken his wings during the previous battle. Now he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Kun, you are still very powerful!"
If there is a fight, never retreat, fight to the end.
In ancient times, it was already the belief of all spirits!
Escape from prehistoric times? Can't do it!
Jie Yin and Zhunti looked increasingly sad and distressed, "Amitabha."
"If the Buddhists escape this time, how can they have the dignity to talk about going eastward in the future?"
If all the ancient monks died and only the Buddhist sect survived, even if the Buddhist sect moved eastward, it would be meaningless.
"Pharmacist, I am banishing you from Buddhism today. You... leave the wilderness."
The pharmacist stood there for a long time and saluted respectfully, "Teacher!"
"This disciple knows that his qualifications are not as good as those of Xuandu, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun, and the Ten Thousand Immortals of Jie Jiao, and he has no understanding of good fortune."
"Thank you to the teacher for not giving up and accepting disciples into the mountain gate."
"The disciples are not as good at explaining as others, and often make the teacher angry..."
"But my disciples are also determined to live and die with Buddhism!"
"Disciple begs teacher, please don't expel me from the mountain..." The pharmacist choked up.
Jie Yin and Zhunti shook their heads, "Chier."
"Who said my Western disciples are inferior to Ren Chanjie!"
"In my heart as a teacher, your character far surpasses human interpretation!"
Even the shameless West has expressed its attitude and will live and die with the prehistoric times.
It is conceivable that among all the souls in the wild, there are no words to escape!
Yuan Long's complexion became increasingly pale, causing injuries, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
"You guys are amazing!"
"You are noble! No one is willing to run for their lives!"
"My Yuanlong is a coward, my Yuanlong has no spine!"
"Why don't I Yuanlong want to fight to the death with the ferocious beast?"
"But my Yuanlong has already buried three thousand Origin Dao and ruined Hongmeng's top monks!"
Yuan Long was the first to propose exploring Guixu, and three thousand sources went to Guixu and were buried in Guixu!
Bury the top power of an era!
This in turn led to Hongmeng being out of business.
There are no more top monks, so the pressure is on the young disciple Xuanyuan and the five sea masters.
But they are alone and unable to support themselves.
The five sea lords transformed into ferocious beasts.
Yuan Long does not blame the Five Sea Lords, really!
If you have never been tortured by the strange black gas tarsal maggots, you will never know what kind of suffering it is.
The five sea masters failed to guard their Taoist hearts and transformed into ferocious beasts. To a certain extent, Yuan Long could understand...
"Today all the monks from the ancient world have died, and there are no more monks from Hongmeng to fight against the ferocious beasts!"
"To completely destroy Hongmeng, is this what you want?"
Yuan Long is not afraid of falling. At least countless years ago, Yuan Long had already disbanded on his own and destroyed the Yuan Shen just to seal the strangeness.
What Yuan Long is afraid of is that the prehistoric era will be destroyed today.
In the future, there will be no more monks in Hongmeng.
Hongmeng fell.
Yuan Long didn't give the great powers of the prehistoric era a chance to refute.
"Ten thousand monks! Let me choose!"
"Don't talk about living or dying with the Great Desolation, everything is for Hongmeng!"
"Six Saints! Zhen Yuanzi, Yuan Hong, Nezha, Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, Zheng Geer, Tu Su, Xiao Yu'er, Haochen...and Pangu, all go!"
Yuan Long waved his hand and selected a list of ten thousand people.
They are all monks with potential and hope.
Pangu's qualifications and understanding were no less than those of Xuanyuan back then.
Hou Tu is also the best choice, but he needs to sit in the Netherworld and continue to rule the ancient monks!
All the powerful people in the ancient world were silent.
After a long time he nodded.
"So be it."
Half an era later.
The Huangquan River was filled up abruptly, and hundreds of millions of ferocious beasts rushed towards the gate of hell.
The final battle breaks out.
A ray of star essence quietly flew out of the Netherworld Ghost Gate.
Traveling through the nine-day sea of clouds, you want to go to the boundless starry sky.
Buzz!
The green and black smoke spread and occupied the entire Jiutian Sea of Clouds.
An extremely terrifying power swept across the nine heavens and ten lands.
After the smoke.
They are densely packed with feet, hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, ten thousand feet...
A huge centipede (refer to centipede) stands across the sea of clouds in the sky.
"Cough..." Yuan Long stopped and coughed weakly.
With a wave of his hand, the power of the star sent ten thousand monks back to the Netherworld.
boom! Buzz!
Billions of stars shone brightly, and all of them rushed to Yuanlong Xingyuan Dao body.
Brilliant.
The Arctic Sea Lord took matters into his own hands.
The matter has come to this, there is nothing we can do, we can only burn the source and fight with it!
