Prehistoric: Human race at the beginning, stable for 100,000 years

"All the Shura clan obeys the order! In the name of my ancestor, kill Ji Heng! Stop Hou Tu!"

"Yes!"

On the coast, the wind and clouds suddenly changed suddenly, and the endless sea of ​​blood began to surge. A tsunami of blood rushed towards the shore, and Ji Heng's pupils shrank.

"Hold the grass!" Ji Heng couldn't help but exclaimed. This was the first time in his life that he had said this, and it was also the first time that he had witnessed such a big scene.

On the tsunami of the endless sea of ​​blood, stood tens of millions of Shura tribe. Their men were extremely ugly, but their women were extremely delicate.

"Kill Ji Heng! Stop Hou Tu!"

The turbulent momentum was pressing towards Ji Heng, and Ji Heng instantly felt boundless pressure.

The leader of the Shura clan was actually the four demon kings coming out together! Isvara, Brahma, Desire, Shiva!

"Fellow Taoists from the Shura tribe, I have no intention of provoking a dispute!" Ji Heng said loudly, without being humble or overbearing, despite the tremendous pressure.

"We are under the orders of our ancestors! You two intend to subvert the sea of ​​blood! Destroy the foundation of our ancestors!" Zi Zai Tianlang said: "Ji Heng, you have not killed our Shura clan members in seventy years. If you retreat now, we will do not kill!"

"Fellow Taoists, Ji Heng cannot retreat today!" Ji Heng said loudly: "Ancestor Houtu thinks of all living beings, and what he wants to do will be of great benefit to the prehistoric era, and even find a new way out for you Shura clan!"

"But what you are doing is destroying the foundation of our ancestors!"

Ji Heng said again: "But this move will be of great benefit to the Shura clan!"

Brahma shouted: "Kill!"

In an instant, boundless murderous intent pressed towards Ji Heng and the two of them. Just when Hou Tu was about to take action, a bloody long sword flew out from the sea of ​​blood, and Hou Tu could only resist.

The visitor was a red-haired young man with blood in his eyes and a pale face. He was wearing a black robe. His boundless killing intent made Ji Heng unable to move!

The identity of the visitor is obvious, the Lord of the Blood Sea! Ancestor Styx!

"Houtu!" Minghe said coldly: "I have no enmity or enmity with you, are you trying to destroy me?"

"Fellow Taoist Ming He." Hou Tu looked at Ming He with firm eyes: "This move will be of great benefit to the Shura clan. Don't stop it."

"Your move to subvert the sea of ​​blood is the same as destroying my Dao foundation." Styx's murderous intention has materialized into a trillion miles of murderous aura: "Back off now, I can pretend that nothing happened."

"Don't you think about your Shura clan?" Hou Tu said firmly: "Your strength can also be strengthened by the Shura clan. This will be of great benefit to the Shura clan."

Hou Tu paused for a moment, and then continued: "Ancestor Minghe, I didn't lie."

"The most important thing is your own strength!" Ming He said coldly: "The Sea of ​​Blood is the foundation of my Dao, and the Shura Clan is also my creation. I can dictate how they behave, but it is not your turn."

"This will bring great merit."

"What's the use of merit?" Styx said: "No matter how much merit you have, you can't create another saint, but the foundation of my Tao is my foundation. The sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and the Styx will never die!"

Ji Heng forcibly broke away from his murderous aura and panted heavily. Is this the pressure of a powerful murderer? It is said that this Ancestor of Styx is also a powerful man who is about to become a saint. He can prove the Tao through killing. He only needs to kill a true saint to achieve the status of a saint!

The pressure that Styx put on him was no worse than that of Donghuang Taiyi. In fact, because of the hostile relationship, it was actually a bit stronger!

Well, the pressure these top powers put on themselves is infinite.

"Asura clan, obey my order and kill that human boy!" Minghe said loudly: "Houtu, fight!"

As soon as the words fell, Styx's figure disappeared, Hou Tu's figure also disappeared, and the battlefield between the two had already gone hundreds of billions of miles away.

Ji Heng twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the sea of ​​blood in front of him: "Fellow Taoists? How about we fight?"

"I'm going to punish you!" Brahma scolded: "Suffer death!"

Ji Heng shouted in his heart: "Uncle Master Qin!"

[Don’t worry, brother, let’s see how I neng him to death]

Qin Ling's voice was that of a middle-aged man, and he spoke... Northeastern dialect.

hum ~ hum ~

[Come on, brother, choose the song you like and play it]

When Ji Heng heard the words, he lightly touched the strings with his hands and started playing. In an instant, the quiet and peaceful sound of the piano sounded. The hearts of all the Shura calmed down for some reason. Even the sea of ​​​​blood retreated, and only countless Shura stood there. In the void.

The next moment, the tune changed, and the sad charm spread endlessly. Countless Shura people felt very sad in their hearts.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuah! Why do I want to cry!"

"I don't know either. I just want to cry and feel so stuck in my heart!"

"Why did our ancestor let us die! How could we be his opponents!"

"What's wrong with dying? We might as well just die. We have to die while we're still alive. But if we die, we don't have to die."

"The ancestor wants to exchange our lives for his cultivation. I don't want to die."

"Fart, the ancestor created us, our Shura tribe belongs to the ancestor!" Great Brahma scolded: "Whatever the ancestor tells us to do! We will do it! The Shura tribe does not need the ability to reproduce! As long as the ancestor is alive, we There is a steady stream of new tribesmen!”

"Chief! We don't want to die!"

"Fuck you!" Da Brahma scolded: "Ji Heng, do you know these tricks? Are you capable of fighting with me with real swords and guns?"

Ji Heng blinked and said with a smile: "But I have it, why not use it."

"You!" Da Brahma was almost furious.

The biggest shortcoming of their Shura clan is that they have too few high-end combat capabilities. There are only four of them in Daluo, but there are quite a few in Taiyi. The rest are all Jinxian soldiers and generals, under Ji Heng's control of the best innate spiritual treasures.

Originally, the Shura tribe was stupid and only knew how to kill and kill all day long. Under this set of sound wave attacks, they even cried out sadly. Except for the four of them, all the tens of millions of Shura were affected by Fu Xiqin. .

Great Brahma's heart suddenly crossed, and he rushed towards Ji Heng, crossing hundreds of millions of miles in an instant. However, when he was about to reach Ji Heng's side, his figure did not dare to go any further, so he had to go back millions of miles.

I saw the Pure Yang Sword hanging beside Ji Heng, with the blazing true sun fire burning on it!

This is the comparison between those who have magic weapons and those who don’t. The best innate spiritual treasure is larger than the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the Tao engraved in it is far more than that of an ordinary Great Luo!

One person carries four treasures, and an army of tens of millions dare not move! This is the charm of prehistoric times!

[This True Sun Fire is really easy to use, fellow Taoist Ji Heng. I was burned by the True Fire of the Sun so many times before, but this time I finally experienced the joy of using the True Fire of the Sun. No wonder those two birds always set fire to it! 】

The voice of the sword spirit sounded in Ji Heng's heart.

"As long as you are happy, Fellow Taoist Sword Spirit."

[But why haven’t you killed him? Why keep them? 】

Sword Spirit's voice was full of confusion.

"Why should I kill?" Ji Heng asked back: "I have no reason to kill them. The Shura people are also living beings, and their evil will be repaid when reincarnation is established.

It's not up to me to decide. If I could, I wouldn't kill any living being. "

And...the Shura clan is not evil, what is evil is the ancient rules of the prehistoric times. Rules are meant to be broken. The Six Saints will break these ancient rules!