I have a sword that can sway the heavens

The demon gods of other worlds are ancestor gods.

Zhuangzi's spiritual realm has reached the level of the ancestor gods, and Confucius is also the existence closest to the ancestor gods, which is equivalent to a war between the ancestor gods.Even though Concubine Li Xian was stunningly talented, even if she dared to swing a sword at Banzu, she seemed insignificant in front of the fighting of alien demon gods and Zhuangzi and others.

Several half-ancestors looked miserable, their bodies were smashed to pieces, and even their souls were dimmed.

Looking back at the tragic battlefield, Concubine Li Xian averted her eyes, and boundless power surged out of her thin and thin body.

kill!

Alien invasion, only killing!

Roar!

Gao Tian was in turmoil, and the alien demon god roared. He looked at Zhuangzi and Confucius with ferocious eyes, and a huge mental fluctuation swept over him, "Good! Very good! You have offended me. I don't think I will underestimate you human race."

"With the body of a half-ancestor, you have left me with indelible wounds. You are proud enough."

"But that's all there is to it."

"Under the ancestor gods, you are all ants! Even if you have stepped into the level of the ancestor gods, the two of you are still not the ancestor gods. I will devour your spirit, devour your flesh and blood, and devour your souls to repair what you have done to me. trauma."

"It's a pity that you can't see it anymore. You can't see the scene where hundreds of millions of people are reduced to blood in our mouths."

Gao Tianshang opposite the other world demon god.

The butterfly with broken wings had cold eyes and said in a low voice, "I am not an ant, neither are the human race, let alone your blood food. In the past, the blood of the ancestor gods Nuwa, Suiren, Shennong, and Xuanyuan stained the emperor's land. Zhou uses his blood body as a tomb to bury you, the ancestor god of a foreign race!"

"Confucius, help me bury this alien ancestor!"

"The big dream has lasted for thousands of years. Tonight, wake up from the dream and bury the alien race!"

The only remaining wing flapped, the void collapsed inch by inch, and the true soul burned with flames.

Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zi.This strong man whose spiritual realm has reached the level of the ancestor gods burned his body, soul, and spirit in order to burn and bury the ancestor gods of other worlds.

Confucius was nailed to the dome with a bone spear, he grasped the bone spear with his thick hand, pulled out the bone spear from his body inch by inch, and said tearfully, "Today, the human race has added another ancestor god named Zhuangzi! "

"Honorable and upright, condensed into a mountain, listen to my orders."

"town!"

As Confucius roared, the white aura of righteousness gathered in the sky and condensed into a towering mountain.The mountain is billions of feet high, and with its incomparable weight, it has sealed the demon god from the other world in place.

The butterfly turned into a young man with red lips and white teeth. The young man had one arm broken, and with a smile on his face, he burned into ashes in the flames.

The flames all over the sky turned into a sea of ​​flames, drowning the demon gods from other worlds.

The fire illuminated the nine heavens and ten places, illuminated every corner of the Changsheng Continent, and illuminated the unyielding eyes of every human race.

The Great Yin Dynasty, the Great Shang Dynasty, and all the dynasties in the world, the emperors were moved, their lips squirmed, and they shouted, "Today, an ancestor god has been added in the history of the human race, named Zhuangzi!"

"Zhuangzi..."

On the ground, people wept bitterly.

For millions of years, the human race has gained another ancestor god, and another ancestor god who dedicated his blood!

On the sky, in the abyss, several cold and deep eyes flickered, and they were also moved by the new ancestor god of the human race who sacrificed himself.

This is the human race!

Although weak, but stubborn and refused to give in!

Chapter 454 The end of the human race

High in the sky, the sky was burning with flames, and the tall demon god from another world was roaring unwillingly, and his voice was gradually weakening.

On the earth, people looked up to the sky with tears in their eyes.

In the abyss, several phantoms had deep eyes and flickering eyes, moved by the colorful butterfly.

A half-ancestor of the human race, who has not yet fully stepped into the realm of the ancestor gods, burned himself, using himself as a grave to bury a demon god of the ancestor god realm of a foreign race.

sad!

Also respectable!

"Zhuangzi, the human race will never forget what you have done for the human race. You are the ancestor god of the human race after Nuwa, Suiren, Shennong, and Xuanyuan. You will always be remembered by the history of the human race, and you will always be praised by future generations .As long as the human race is not destroyed, you will always live in the hearts of the human race."

Confucius looked at the burning sea of ​​flames, with deep sadness on his face.

Zhuangzi is a great sage of the human race, another ancestor god of the human race!

High in the sky, the crowd fell silent, with murderous intent in their eyes, and blood boiling in their chests.

Zhuangzi used the true soul as a guide to burn the alien demon gods, and used the flesh and blood body as a tomb to bury the alien demon gods.

Zhuangzi passed away.

But the human race is not extinct.

My generation of monks should follow the example of Zhuangzi and fight to defend the homeland of the human race. Why should we be afraid of death?

Li Xunhuan, a melancholy middle-aged man, had already burst into tears, his eyes lit up with a gleam of light, and between his slender index finger and middle finger was a three-inch long sharp sword.

Tears of blood slid from the corners of his eyes, dripping down on the three-inch-long sharp sword, which was stained with blood-colored tears.

With one shot, the void shattered, drawing out a bright flame, and drawing out a knife light that shattered everything.

This knife crashed into the abyss and killed thousands of monsters.

This knife made a perfect sound.

This knife drained all of Li Xun Huan's energy.

A figure fell from the sky, he lost his spirit, lost his soul, and fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone's vision was blurred.

No one expected that this silent and melancholy man would use his life to make a slash of success, and followed Zhuangzi closely.

Li Taibai, the poet fairy, held a green lotus sword in his hand. He raised his head while holding the jug, and the wine poured into his chest.

Li Taibai, a poetic fairy, moved. He walked towards the abyss. While walking swayingly, lotus flowers grew out of the void.

"Zhao Keman has red tassels, Wu hook is bright with frost and snow."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star."

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving."

"Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your achievements and fame."

"Let's drink in Xinling, take off the sword and cross your knees."

"Will roast Zhuhai, and hold the cup to persuade Hou Ying."

"Three cups of promise, the five mountains are lighter."

"After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are familiar, the spirit is born."

"Saving Zhao and wielding the golden hammer, Handan was the first to be shocked."

"The two heroes of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City."

"Let's die as a hero, and be ashamed to be a hero in the world."

"Who can write Your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra."

"Li Taibai has been absurd all his life, but now he happens to do something for the human race."

"Human Li Taibai is here, who will fight against the alien demon god?"

The sword energy stretches across hundreds of millions of miles, and the light of the sword shines nine days cold.

In the shadow of the sword, a figure fell and was swallowed by the abyss.

After Li Taibai, another Gai Dai hero came out. He was tall and stalwart, holding a knife in his arms, standing in front of the abyss. The figure of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi seemed to block the abyss of the magic cave.

"Song Que ascended from the lower realm, asking for the ultimate in the Dao of the Sword."

"Thousands of years have passed, and Song Que only realized today that a swordsman will never go forward, a swordsman will live to death, a swordsman will rather be broken than surrendered!"

Song Que swung his knife.

With one knife, ask the heaven.

With one knife, ask the earth.

With one knife, ask your heart.

With one knife, ask the alien race.

Heavenly Knife Nine Questions, one knife after another, each knife went into the abyss, killing several tall demon god figures.

Another figure was swallowed by the abyss.

High in the sky, Concubine Shi Xuan stared blankly at the stalwart figure who was swallowed by the abyss, and her clothes were already stained with tears before she knew it.

He is a perfect man.

He is the Peerless Heavenly Sword, he is the Undefeated Grandmaster, and he is Song Que, a great man who has ruled his entire life.

He is his old friend!

Not only Shi Feixuan, but even the demon girl Wanhou, her face was no longer frivolous as before, and her eyes were wet with tears.

Confucius was tall and had a broad forehead. He watched one hero after another go to death. His chest heaved violently, and his heart beat like a drum in the shocking blood hole on his chest.

"The ancestors of the human race came from the wilderness. They drank blood and fought against the heavens and the earth. The ancestors led the human race to overcome obstacles on the way forward. The human race has passed on the fire from generation to generation."

"The ancestor gods have passed away, and Zhuangzi has passed away."

"How can Confucius be a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"Confucian disciples obey orders and follow Confucius to conquer foreign races!"

"kill!"

The tall figure plunged into the abyss.

Behind the tall figure of Confucius, another 72 human sages with peerless cultivation rushed into the abyss.

They are Ziyou, Zilu, Yanhui, Boniu, and Ranqiu. They are disciples of Confucius, and they are Confucian masters!

The killing sound shook the sky.

Blood and tears flow together.

Killing sounds and blood and tears are entangled, and they are composing a tragic song, a tragic song of human race against alien race.

Click!Click!

In the abyss, several ten thousand zhang phantoms were chewing on something, and the ear-piercing voice made all the people feel extremely sad and indignant.

On the ground, the killing continues.

Mountains of bones piled up.

The sea of ​​blood gurgled and rolled.

The ferocious monsters are wearing armor and wielding spears. With ferocious smiles, they reap life like harvesting food.

In the mountain of corpses, a woman's eyes widened and she looked at Gao Tian in horror. There was still a baby crying in her arms.The baby stretched out his tender hands to touch his mother's face and close his eyelids for her, but he couldn't do it.

In the sea of ​​blood, a four or five-year-old child faltered, his eyes were blank as he moved forward in the sea of ​​blood, his immature face was full of uneasiness and bewilderment.

The old man was bent and his face was covered with ditches. He wept bitterly, kowtowed again and again, and murmured, "Zhuangzi is dead, Confucius is dead, sages are dead, gods are dead, who will save us?"

"God, open your eyes and see, your people are being slaughtered."

"Earth, manifest your spirit, the children you raised are dying one by one."

The human race knelt down one by one, they were begging, begging the sky, begging the earth.

High in the sky, Concubine Li Xian looked at the crowd kneeling down on the ground, pleading for the heavens and earth, tears couldn't stop pouring out, she slashed and killed a foreign general with a sword in one hand, and cursed angrily, "This damned foreign has no humanity. This damned sky has no eyes and no pearls. This damned thick soil has no soul and no consciousness."

The killing continues.

Zhuangzi and Confucius, the two half-ancestors of the human race closest to the ancestral gods, have passed away, but the human race still has half-ancestors.

Sun Wu, the soldier saint, stood up. He glared at the crowd on the ground and cursed, "Stand up, all races, straighten your backs! Human races came from the wilderness, not by praying to the sky, not crying for the thick soil. You forget Is it true, the sky will send down natural disasters, and the earth will set off earthquakes!"

"Hasn't the human race suffered enough?"

"Heaven will not have mercy on the human race, and the earth will not have mercy on the human race. In the face of foreign races, the human race can only rely on themselves."