Hong Huang: I, Styx, stepped on the way of heaven and suppressed all beings

There was an explosion in the air.

The Witch Clan makes its debut.

Hundreds of thousands of witches suddenly appeared in front of the Shenshi tribe.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Shenshi tribe Shi Shengshi dare to be here, you should stop being presumptuous."

The martial saint jumped out.

He walks with a sword in his hand, and is dressed in white, which is truly majestic.

Behind him, there are dozens of Wu Zun.

"Shi Gandang, his name is quite prestigious."

"I am Wushan, and I have come here to take your life, and I will not die."

As soon as the words fell, Wu Shan led a hundred thousand witch soldiers to kill him.

Accompanying him were dozens of Daluo Golden Immortals and hundreds of Taiyi Golden Immortals.

The huge evil spirit shook the situation.

The sky seemed to dim, and a wave of despair suddenly appeared.

"Da Luo Jinxian peak, hurry up and lead the tribe to retreat, I will stop them."

Shi Gandang shouted angrily, his words trembling a little.

This Wu Clan army is too powerful.

Now, we can only try our best to let more people escape.

Those dozens of Martial Venerables were also ashen-faced.

"Walk."

One of them cast his magic power, swept away billions of human races, and fled in one direction.

In an instant, dozens of Wu Zun took some human races and fled in all directions.

However, compared to the hundreds of billions of clansmen, what they took away was less than one-tenth.

"Follow me."

"Kill the clan and extract the soul."

Wu Shan ordered the ten Da Luo Jinxians to lead the army to chase down the fleeing human race.

"It's your turn."

"Kill me."

Wushan has a tiger-headed human body with bone spurs on his back, which is ferocious and terrifying.

With a body of several hundred thousand feet, he stepped into the human race and began to torture and kill.

The evil spirit soared to the sky, and the blood flowed like a river.

The Shenshi tribe is too horrible to look at.

The army of the Wu tribe is like a wolf in a herd of sheep, unstoppable.

"Wu Shan, you are courting death."

Shi Gandang's blood and tears flowed down, he flew with his sword and charged towards Wushan.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

The divine sword under his feet turned into tens of thousands of sword shadows.

Those ten thousand divine swords were condensed on top of Shi Gandang's head.

"kill!"

Wan Jian returned to the sect, and the shadow of the sword was like a dragon, attacking Wushan.

Ding Ding Ding!
The divine sword directly collided with Wu Shan.

Shi Gandang's face was filled with joy, this is his strongest trump card.

"what?"

Shi Gandang had a look of disbelief.

That peerless ultimate move did not penetrate Wu Shan's body.

"Is that all you can do?"

Wu Shan grasped the divine sword, using both hands vigorously.

Snapped!
The Excalibur was broken into two pieces.

"Now, it's my turn!"

Wu Shan opened his hands and grabbed Shi Gandang directly.

"Can't move."

Shi Gandang was imprisoned by a huge force and couldn't even move.

The next second, before he could react.

Wu Shan's big hand grabbed him.

"Die."

Using force with both hands, Shi Gandang turned into flesh.

His soul was drawn out by Wu Shan and collected in his pocket.

"Shi Sheng was killed by that witch, I will fight with you."

An elder of the Shenshi tribe looked sad, and he rushed towards the Wu tribe army.

But soon, he was torn into pieces and became the blood food in the mouth of the witch.

"You massacre my human race like this, the human master and human ancestor will not let you go."

For a while, the Shenshi tribe cried and cursed one after another.

The miserable voice startled countless monsters and spirit birds.

Even if this human race has martial arts cultivation, some of them still practice the way of golden core.

But compared to the Wu Clan who have been in the wild for countless years, it is not a star and a half.

Most of their cultivation bases are below Xuanxian.

Some of them didn't even reach human immortality, so they were naturally no match for the highly cultivated Wu Clan army.

In just a few moments, hundreds of billions of human races were slaughtered.

Da Luo Jinxian, who went to chase those dozens of Wu Zuns, has returned.

In the Shenshi tribe, no one escaped.

Blood flowed like rivers, but there were no human corpses on the ground.

All of them had their souls extracted, and then they were devoured by the Wu Clan army.

And after the Wu Clan army devoured the Human Clan, their cultivation level went a step further.

There is nothing like this in purgatory on earth.

Hundreds of billions of living beings were shattered.

Everything is due to the fact that the cultivation of the human race is too low.

In the prehistoric world, being weak is the original sin.

"The ant-like race barely has a little effect."

"Brothers, set off immediately and slaughter the clan."

"Suck out his soul, devour his flesh and blood."

Wu Shan looked at the blood-soaked ground and was very excited.

The tragedy of the Shenshi tribe is just a microcosm of the catastrophe of the human race.

Things like this are happening everywhere in the prehistoric world.

Under the leadership of the quasi-sage great witch, countless armies of the witch clan are invincible.

In just a few days, hundreds of trillions of human races have been poisoned.

The Wu Clan set out to conquer the prehistoric human race.

Countless powerful eyes are on the battlefield between the human race and the witch race.

The next moment, they shook their heads regretfully.

This is a one-sided massacre.

Countless human races died, causing the luck of the human race to plummet.

However, although the number of this luck has decreased, the vitality contained in it has gradually increased.

The dragon among men, the protagonist of Destiny.

Only by approaching death can one understand the true meaning of life.

Do not break, do not stand, break and stand.

The human race should be self-reliant.

This is reflected in the hearts of every surviving human race.

Hatred, anger, all to no avail.

Only by practicing hard and strengthening one's strength can one soar in the sky.

"The way of heaven is unfair. I hate that my human race will suffer such a catastrophe."

"Since the human race was born, they have kept themselves safe and followed the sky. How can this witch race take action against the human race?"

Shouts of grief resounded through every human tribe.

The human race never thought that such a catastrophe would befall them.

This is really a disaster.

Human race is decreasing rapidly.

The Wu Clan army showed no mercy, they were like killing machines.

Wherever he went, the blood flowed into rivers, and no grass grew.

The ancestral land of the human race.

Kunpeng, Bai Ze, and the three ancestors of the human race looked ugly.

"Human teacher, please take action and save my human race."

Suiren's face was full of anger, he was full of hatred for the Wu clan.

"I am the teacher of the human race, of course I will not let the witches slaughter my human race."

"Suiren clan, each of you leads a thousand martial saints to save the human race in the prehistoric east."

Kunpeng ordered, he could not sit idly by.

There are only [-] martial saints in the human race, and [-] of them are concentrated in the ancestral land of the human race.

As for the other thousand, they were still massacred by the Wu clan army in various places in the wild.

"On the coast of the East China Sea, the ancestral land of the human race, the Twelve Patriarch Wu will definitely come here to kill the human race."

"My seat and Bai Ze sit here."

"You guys, don't love to fight. After one month, you must gather here."

"At that time, it will be the real time of survival."

Kunpeng reminded the third ancestor of the clan.

On the shore of the East China Sea, there are billions of human races here, and this is where the true foundation of the human race lies.

The catastrophe of the human race is determined by God.

Kunpeng couldn't ask the demon court for help either.

However, as a teacher, he naturally has to live and die with the human race.

Killing intent flashed across Kunpeng's gloomy face.

The breath of the pinnacle of the quasi-sage shatters the space.