Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

The catastrophe of the human race is the destiny, and Kunpeng can't stop it.

"Kunpeng, you die for me."

"Xuan Ming's life, you must pay it back."

Gonggong was furious. He braced his stump with a murderous look on his face.

"repay?"

"Then who will pay for the trillions of human lives?"

Kunpeng spat out a sword of black ice, and ruthlessly inserted it into Gong Gong's body.

"Gonggong, shut up."

Di Jiang felt several auras appearing in the void.

He was all too familiar with that breath, it was Di Jun and the others.

"We withdraw."

Di Jiang could only retreat.

Anyway, the human race is almost extinct.

There is no need to kill them all.

Chapter 210 The Transformation of the Ten Billion Human Race

East China Sea coast.

The ground was blood-colored, like a purgatory on earth.

This is war, which ruthlessly devours life.

Dijiang gathered all the Wu tribe's army and headed towards Buzhou Mountain.

All the ancestor witches were basically injured.

Now they can't even use the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation.

Di Jun and others were watching in secret.

As long as Di Jiang dared to attack Kunpeng again, Di Jun would definitely attack.

The catastrophe of the human race is over.

You still want to bully the demon master, see if my demon clan beats you or not, it will be over.

Kunpeng and even the monster masters of the monster clan, these are organized existences.

What's the matter, he can be regarded as the third in command of the Yaozu.

Anyway, Styx and Taoist Mosquito, they don't care about the affairs of the monster race.

In a flash.

The Wu army withdrew from the coast of the East China Sea.

On the vast land, there are only a few people left.

Kunpeng, Suiren clan, Youchao clan, Ziyi clan.

They quietly looked at the blood-colored earth.

"The human race should have suffered such a catastrophe, and I can't do anything about it."

"Let's go, go to the ancestral land of the human race."

Kunpeng took the third ancestor of the human race and flew into the distance.

After a while, they walked into the human temple.

The tens of billions of people, looking at the four of them, gradually fell into despair.

Thousands of billions of human races will eventually be wiped out.

Martial arts of the human race have only been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

The Wu clan does not control Zhoushan, and its strength is tyrannical.

The catastrophe of the human race has long been determined.

It took countless resources to cultivate four thousand martial saints.

Now, all the details are in vain.

"Master, I hate it."

"Witch Clan, I am sworn to death with them."

"The way of heaven is unfair, let our human race suffer such a disaster."

"..."

The sound of cursing and wailing was mixed.

Most of the tens of billions of humans sat weakly on the ground and cried.

The human race should be self-reliant.

Thousands of trillions of blood have not yet awakened them.

"This seat will go first."

"The human race will be handed over to you for the time being."

Kunpeng's face was gloomy, he escaped into the void, and went to retreat to heal his injuries.

The performance of the tens of billions of humans disappointed Kunpeng.

In the prehistoric world, the strong are respected, and all things compete to survive.

The human race's own strength is not enough, but they can only blame others.

This behavior was noticed by Kunpeng.

"Shut up."