The monks present, you look at me, I look at you, they are all confused.
Liu Xing hurriedly said to Wan Tianhao: "Senior Brother Wan Tianhao, the picture on this screen seems to be like a memory retrospective."
"In the picture, it seems to be a great secret realm eight million years ago."
Wan Tianhao didn't answer, it was even as if he didn't hear him.
He secretly watched Luo Fu's reaction.
But what was puzzling to Wan Tianhao was that he actually saw that Luo Fu's eyes were red.
Wan Tianhao was thoughtful and focused again on the man on the screen.
in the screen.
The man has a tall figure, no less than Wan Tianhao.
But at the moment, he was stumbling, and the injuries on his body were even more shocking, even terrifying!
The man looked like he had crawled out of hell, his body covered in blood and flesh.
Every wound seemed to be torn out by sharp claws.
Even this man's heart was ripped out!
There was only a huge bloody hole left in the heart area.
But what is really terrifying is that the wounds all over the man's body are actually filled with parasitic, demonized flesh and blood tissue!
These parasites not only make it impossible for a man's wounds to heal, they even seem to take away control of his body!
But the man seemed completely unaware.
His gaze was as firm as steel!
This man's injuries were so severe that everyone who saw him was frightened.
But from beginning to end, he never even frowned once.
Such amazing willpower is intimidating!
next moment.
The man turned slightly sideways and directed his gaze towards the monks present.
Obviously, what the man is looking at should be the giant monument made of the "Reincarnation Heroic Stone".
then.
A rare sadness flashed across the man's resolute face, as if it was chopping with a knife or an axe.
Immediately, facing the huge monument, he clasped his fists with his hands and shouted like a loud bell: "God King Xuanyuan, leave your mark here!"
"Xuanyuan, use all the strength of the clan to fight against the demons!"
"In the battle at Taixu Mountain, Master's wife was trapped."
"Xuanyuan fortunately fulfilled his mission, and the nurse mother left."
"Of course, my destiny is over and there is nothing I can do to save it."
After saying this, the man suddenly knelt down on his knees towards the giant monument, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times!
When he raised his head, his steel-like eyes were moist.
"Master's kindness is greater than heaven!"
"Xuanyuan was incompetent and failed to repel the demons and seek revenge."
"Xuanyuan is willing to protect the world, and he is willing to use his body as earth and his sword as his ambition!"
The man once again clasped his hands into fists and said loudly: "In repayment, Master!"
Say it.
The man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pulled out a long sword from behind.
He said sadly: "Master, Xuanyuan is unfilial, I will pay back this life!"
Clang!
The long sword that thirsted for the blood of the demon suddenly fell to the ground and pierced the ground deeply!
The sword, like his will, penetrated into the earth and took root.
As for him, he raised his hand and slapped it suddenly towards his forehead.
"I'd rather die than become a demon!"
boom!
After one palm.
The man, as well as the parasitic demonic flesh tissue all over his body, exploded into dust.
As expected, his body became part of the earth.
Together with his sword, he protects the world.
In Jiutianling Palace, Xiao Gu burst into tears.
"Ah ah ah, Xiao Liu is dead, Lord Yin, Xiao Liu is dead."
Luo Fu's eyes were half closed and his gaze was lowered.
A flick of the index finger.
A wisp of invisible wind flicked away a teardrop that was about to burst out of his eyes.
My heart is like a knife, but even if I have thousands of words, I can't utter a single word!
Then, the screen image changed again.
A section of new green vegetation sprouted around the giant sword in the picture.
It seemed that some time had passed since the man destroyed himself.
At this time, a monk stumbled and appeared on the screen.
This man was also seriously injured and died. He also had several flesh-and-blood demon parasites on his body.
After being silent for a moment, he suddenly became full of pride and shouted: "The eighth divine general of the Xuanyuan Divine King clan will leave his mark here!"
"I am willing to use my body as a furnace and my life as fire to burn all the demons!"
"The Xuanyuan clan will fight against the demons until death!"
"Swear to death and never become a demon!"
After saying this, the man threw the flying sword and rooted it deeply here.
This flying sword was in dilapidated condition, and not even an inch of its intact blade could be found.
After the man left his last words, he slapped his forehead with his palm and turned into earth!
Two swords were left in Xuanyuan Sword Tomb.
The scene changes.
There is a one-armed monk with both legs and left arm broken, and he crawls into the painting with difficulty using only his right arm.
All the meridians and spiritual palace of this person are destroyed!
But under such pain, the monk suddenly burst out laughing: "How happy! In this battle, I killed more than a thousand demons!"
"Death without regrets!"
"Specially, leave the sword here to guard the world with my lord, God King Xuanyuan!"
Keep your sword, commit suicide, and turn into the hot earth under your feet.
The picture changes again!
A dying man enters the scene.
He roared angrily: "I and the demons are inseparable, and I will declare my will with my sword!"
Keep your sword and destroy yourself!
The picture changes again!
A half-dead monk fell from the sky and fell heavily into the picture.
He raised his head with difficulty and coughed up red blood!
"I, the Xuanyuan clan, will fight to the death with the demons and will never compromise!"
Keep your sword and destroy yourself!
On the screen, the pictures kept flickering and changing!
The monks from the Xuanyuan clan are coming one after another!
Every monk is parasitized by the flesh and blood of the demons and will soon die.
Every monk has iron-like ambitions. He would rather die than become a parasite and become a demon.
They turned their flesh and blood into soil to build this hundred-mile isolated island!
Every flying sword in the sword tomb is the soul of a heroic spirit, the last will left in the world.
Those flying swords are so densely packed that you can't even see them.
Just like their determination to fight to the death against the demons, it has no boundaries!
Luo Fu, silently looked at that one, the land of Baili Sword Tomb.
What he saw in his eyes was not an isolated island.
But every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood!
What he saw in his eyes was not boundless flying swords, but a sea of lonely souls!
The picture is over.
The nine thousand monks of the Penglai Alliance all looked solemn and bowed collectively towards the Xuanyuan Sword Tomb.
Some emotional female monks even covered their faces with their hands, and big tears rolled down between their fingers.
Fang Qingxue looked sad as she thrust the flying sword in her hand onto the ground and bowed deeply towards the sword tomb.
In the sky.
Luo Fu carefully arranged his clothes and appearance, very patiently and meticulously.
After making sure that you are neatly dressed and decent enough.
Then he walked towards the direction of Xuanyuan Sword Tomb and said, "Eight million years have passed by in a hurry, and today I pay tribute to the ancient soul."
"Shanhe is still fine!"
As soon as this statement came out!
Clang, clank, clank!
In the sword tomb, every flying sword seemed to have heard Luo Fu's announcement, and they collectively shook!
The sound of the sword was like a soul lost in the years, cheering heartily!
When the nine thousand Penglai Alliance monks heard the sound of the sword, they all felt sad and mixed emotions.
The mountains and rivers are indeed still intact.
But only the mountains and rivers are safe.
Today's human race has long forgotten the blood feud between the human race and the demon race.
Luo Fu looked back, his cold eyes slowly scanning the fifty thousand human monks who had all practiced pseudo-demon skills.
A monk who has swept through the Xuanqing Dao Sect and practiced Xuanqing Demonic Skills.
And finally landed on the face of Wan Tianhao, who had become a demon and was deeply proud of him.
He looked like a demon, suspended in the sky in a bizarre way, with a proud face.
Luo Fu sneered.
The heroic souls in the Sword Tomb would rather die than have their bodies taken over by demonic flesh and blood tissue!
But today's human race openly and openly takes the initiative to practice demonic arts, and even takes the initiative to become demons, and is proud of it!
If the heroic souls in the Sword Tomb knew about it, they would definitely feel very uncomfortable.
Let's see.
This scene is so ironic and ridiculous.
This scene made Luo Fu sad and angry!
But he didn't lose control, nor did he look ferocious.
He still looked calm, and his calm eyes slowly scanned the enemies.
An indifferent voice slowly spoke: "You are like those disgusting parasites."
"You are not qualified to enjoy the mountains, rivers and sunshine today."
"But it doesn't matter, I will clean you and make this place spotless."
Say it.
Luo Fu held his hands upside down and walked calmly through the barrier in one step!
All enemies are shocked!
"How did he get in?"
"Why can he get in but we can't!?"
"What exactly is going on!?"
"Fellow Taoist Wan Tianhao, please say something quickly!"
Wan Tianhao remained silent and said nothing.
Cold eyes stared at Luo Fu's back.
He had secretly determined in his heart that no matter what the price, even if it meant losing the entire Xuanyuan Sword Tomb, he would kill Luo Fu!
All because he read four deeply hidden words behind Luo Fu's indifferent expression.
carve! bone! hatred! hatred!
Only when hatred reaches its limit can even the angry expression be unable to bear its weight!
Only then will you be calm and indifferent.
Inside Xuanyuan Sword Tomb.
Luo Fu walked forward with his hands behind his back, weaving through the dense jungle of flying swords.
These flying swords had experienced brutal wars and were severely damaged.
And eight million years later, when Luofu came in and brought in fresh air.
Those flying swords that clung to the human world finally ended their fate.
Where Luo Fu passed, the flying swords on the left and right sides withered, fell off, and turned into dust on the ground.
Luo Fu walked a mile, and everyone died with his sword.
He walked out for five miles, and everyone died with the sword of five miles.
When he passed through all the swords and came to the last one, the long sword left by God King Xuanyuan.
The land behind him is already a river of iron powder.
Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his back, staring calmly at the sword in front of him.
Calmly, he said to the flying sword: "You are fine."
"In Xuanyuan's hands, he must have drunk the infinite demon blood."
clank!
The long sword vibrated crazily.
Immediately afterwards, a transparent sword spirit flew out of the sword body.
The sword spirit transformed into a black-armored warrior, clasped his fists towards Luo Fu, and knelt down on one knee!
Luo Fu nodded: "But your mission is not over yet."
"Xuanyuan left, but I'm back."
"Come, this time, follow me, go and kill people."
