Prehistoric: Starting from the Mediation of Creation

magic!

What?

What is the devil?

"I'm not a demon!" Xiang Zong sat on the top of the rock, looking straight at the distant sky.

"If you take the essence of all things to be righteous, if you take the essence of people, you will become evil? What kind of truth is this?" Xiang Zong asked Xiang Tianqiong.

The sky is silent and cannot answer.

"Human beings have spirits, know life and death, know knowledge and hate, you wantonly take people's lives and taint their wisdom, how can you not be called a demon!!"

Suddenly, a shout came like thunder.

At the same time, a heavy sword energy surged in like a wave.

"Sword Immortal of the Vast Sea." Xiang Zong said calmly.

He seemed to be dismissive of this world-famous swordsman.

The sharp sword energy kept moving forward, getting closer and closer, but Xiang Zong still ignored it and allowed the sword energy to increase upon him.

The sword energy floated and swept up the dust and dust of the mountain rocks for thirty feet.

But there was nothing wrong with the man who looked like a god, a devil, and a mountain like the sea.

He quietly looked at the shocked man in front of him, watched his face wither, watched his flesh and blood gradually rot, watched his vitality disappear, watched him turn into white bones.

The sword energy also disappears and returns to heaven and earth.

"The Sword Immortal of the Vast Sea is well-deserved." Xiang Zong sighed.

Then he leaned forward and looked at the thirteen people standing among the canopy of the dense forest on the mountainside.

"Devil!!"

These thirteen people are all first-class people in the world.

They have all entered the realm of becoming gods.

Cultivation in this world is divided into four steps: the first step is to refine the body, the second step is to refine the Qi, the third step is to transform into the spirit, and the fourth step is to combine the Tao.

Rumor has it that the combination of Taoism is unattainable. There have been many legends since ancient times, but only two people combined Taoism. One used martial arts to combine Taoism and became the ancient God of Martial Arts. The other created unworldly Taoism and transformed martial arts into Taoism, which was the Wood Martial God.

Apart from these two, there are no other legends. It is said that Cang, who has not appeared since the founding of the early kingdom, has become an immortal.

But Xiang Zong always felt that he was still alive and had not ascended.

"Heaven nourishes all things, how can all things repay Heaven?" Xiang Zong said softly.

"If God doesn't take a dime from you, I will take a dime for you."

"Here's nonsense!"

"The devil will never die!"

"I will kill you, the devil, here today!"

"This mountain is your burial place today!"

These thirteen first-class figures in the world shouted at Xiang Zong repeatedly.

Xiang Zong remained unmoved. His eyes were still indifferent and he just looked down at them.

"One by one? Or together?" He said nonchalantly.

"There is no need to follow the rules when dealing with evil heretics! Let's go together, shoulder to shoulder!" someone shouted.

"Yes! Let's go together!"

In an instant, the human figure looked longingly, and all kinds of energy poured out, turning into balls of light, forming thirteen killing spells.

For a time, the natural weather in the mountains was shaken by it, the clouds and mists were blown away, and the mountains were shaking with this momentum.

Xiang Zong seemed moved and stood up.

boom!

However, the unparalleled killing methods unleashed by thirteen of the world's top figures have already arrived urgently.

Kill Xiang Zong directly.

Xiang Zong raised his hand so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch up.

One palm down.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, dark clouds rolled down, as if a sea of ​​ink covered the top of the mountain, swallowing up the spells cast by thirteen masters.

"Swallow the sky and eat the earth!"

The tyranny of this magic skill is impressive. The killing spells cast by the thirteen masters were directly swallowed up, and then this black sea of ​​smoke clouds enveloped the mountainside.

The thirteen masters were just enveloped in it, unable to make a single sound.

When the sea of ​​ink dissipated, all the trees, beasts and insects it passed through were withered and perished, and the thirteen masters were too late to escape, leaving only dead trees and bones all over the mountainside. The corpses of masters were piled among them.

"How many enemies are there in the world?"

……

In the battle at Yushan, most of the world's heroes were lost, and everyone was in danger, fearing that the demon Xiang Zong would kill them with the butcher's knife and turn them into withered bones.

Then a piece of news spread all over the world.

Demon: On August 15th, in the royal capital of Zijin, Wen Cang Yi Jian!

This is a letter of war!

Before Cang could come out of the mountain, the devil issued a letter of war to Cang first.

But no one scolded him for being arrogant. Everyone in the world only hoped that Cang would come out of the mountains and enter the world, defeat the devil, and restore peace to the world.

……

Luo Zu looked at the paper in his hand, then looked at the young man in front of him, stroking his stubble-covered chin, he chuckled and said, "Little brother, do you want to worship me as your disciple?"

"Yes!" The boy's face was full of determination.

"Why?" Luo Zu asked.

"Because you are Cang!" The boy said seriously.

"What? Where is Cang?"

"Cang?"

People passing by immediately came to visit.

"Me? Is it Cang? Hahaha..." Luo Zu laughed.

"You are eight feet tall, wearing mysterious clothes, with your feet pierced in all directions, carrying a divine sword on your back, and wearing a purple crown. You are exactly the same as Cang."

The onlookers followed the boy's instructions and looked at Luo Zu's outfits one by one.

That seems to be the case.

but……

Is Cang too young?

"And you have the temperament of a master." The boy said again.

"Oh? What is the temperament of a master?" Luo Zu was aroused.

"You are very confident, and you are not worried at all about the current danger of the human race, and they..." The boy pointed to the crowd of onlookers who had grown more and more due to the excitement as he spoke, "They are worried, frightened and sad, they are very scared."

"I don't think you're afraid, so aren't you also Cang?" Luo Zu asked back.

"No, I hate it!" the boy said expressionlessly.

"Who do you hate? Hate yourself for being powerless and unable to avenge your father and brother?" Luo Zu said leisurely.

The boy looked at Luo Zu in shock.

"The Stranger from Tianchi is your father, and the Strange Hero from China is your brother. They all died at the hands of the devil. You want to avenge them, but since you are young, you have been looking for Cang and want to ask Cang to avenge you." Luo Zu continued.

"Yes." The boy didn't defend himself and nodded seriously.

"An Xin, although I am not Cang, I still want to get rid of the pests. After all, there is a vegetable worm in the vegetable garden. I won't be able to sleep well tonight if I don't get rid of it." Luo Zu did not stay here anymore and walked past this boy. Beside him, he patted his shoulder gently.

People were puzzled by his words, but when they looked up again, he was no longer visible on the streets of the royal capital.

"Gone! Where is the person?"

"He's a master!"

Next to the long street, two people stood on a tall building.

One person wears a red cloud-patterned robe, and the other person wears a black robe.

One is the king of the early kingdom, and the other is Cang.

"Cang, do you know that person?"

"I don't know, but he's a master." Cang Bujuan, who had gray hair and yellowed cheeks, was a little surprised.

Seeing him like this, Tai didn't care about this person, and then showed a worried look: "Cang, how sure are you of the devil?"

"I don't know, but no one can escape the reincarnation of heaven." Cang said.

"what?"

"The way of heaven is easy to reincarnate, no one will be spared by heaven." Cang said again.

"..."

Taiji was reduced to withered bones, and the king of the early kingdom died quietly.