Prehistoric: Starting from the Mediation of Creation

While Luo Zu was busy, Na Yang finally found the Demon Mountain in the far west.

The demons seemed to understand Yang's purpose. All the big demons in the wild land gathered here. They put aside their past grudges, race, and grudges, and blocked Yang's path.

The setting sun is like blood, and the north wind is rustling, rolling up the sleeves of Yang's robe and fluttering.

Looking straight ahead, Yang saw a group of monsters with teeth and claws, covering the sun and the sky.

Not only in front, but also in the rear there were a bunch of demons grinding their teeth and sucking their fingers.

There are also demons on the left and right, breathing out the evil spirit.

As for the underground, there are already underground demons lurking, waiting for opportunities.

At this moment, he has no way to go to heaven and no door to the earth. Everything he sees and hears is his enemy, and everyone's eyes are red, and they all want to fight for their lives.

Even the Celestial Clan, who had never taken action, stood coldly and proudly, ready to kill at any time.

But Yang had no fear on his face, even if the pungent evil spirit spat in his face, he only stared at the towering mountain.

This is the goal of his trip, and he is bound to win it.

The threat posed by the Lord of Demons to the human race must be resolved.

There is no room for retreat. Once he reaches this point, the demon will not let him leave.

And Yang has no intention of backing down.

In an instant, the small place was flooded with colorful magical powers.

It doesn't matter anything else, as long as he can kill Yang.

But a flash of white light tore apart the colorful sky in the next moment, the sword energy soared into the sky like a bullfight, and the murderous intent filled the field with chills.

Touches of scarlet flowers bloom in the sky, like mosquitoes after a meal being swatted to death on the white walls.

The scene is spectacular and tragic. The demon is not afraid of death. Even if he dies, he will consume every ounce of his true energy, so that other demons can have the opportunity to kill him.

But their desperate efforts can only face Shangyang's ruthlessness. He does not regard these monsters as the same kind and will not have any sympathy. Of course, he will not feel any regrets when killing them.

If the heart is not kind, the hand will not be soft and the sword will be sharp.

Besides, it doesn't matter if his current sword number is a demon-slaying sword.

Such a sharp weapon for killing monsters will naturally be invincible when used. It can also collect the essence of monsters for him at all times, so that he will not waste his true energy and be unable to kill monsters.

The more the demon kills, the crimson the Ziying Sword becomes. Now it is as red as ink, exuding a strong smell of blood, which makes the demon shudder.

But not a single demon is retreating, and they are all fighting for their lives here.

Kill kill kill!

Die, die, die!

There were too many monsters, but Yang became more energetic and not numb at all.

From the sunset to wearing the stars and wearing the moon, and then from wearing the stars and wearing the moon to killing three poles in the sun.

Finally, there were only four big demons left in front of Yang.

The first among the Celestial Clan, the second among the Celestial Clan, the Qingpeng King, the Earth-Drilling Demonic Insect.

"Guixian, you are indeed very powerful." At this point, the number one of the Celestial Clan, who had lost an arm, was still determined to claim victory.

"But are you still a human now?!" the leader of the Celestial Clan asked sternly.

Looking at Yang again, his ghostly and immortal body was actually covered with a layer of soft armor of snake scales, with a pair of winding and rugged bull demon horns on his head, and a layer of strange blood lines on his face. Weird and weird.

"..." But there was only a sword light that answered him.

When the sword light arrives, the body and head are separated.

Unexpectedly, the number one of the Heavenly Clan, who could still talk a lot, was already at the end of his strength, and now he died after just one strike from Yang, without the ability to resist.

King Qingpeng fluttered his wings, but instead of flying toward Yang, he flew away in the air and never returned.

He just ran away.

Only the second Heavenly Clan and the Earth-Drilling Demonic Insect were left, confronting Yang.

Roar!

The Second Heavenly Clan was no longer willing to talk nonsense, and the earth-boring demonic insects also activated the earth-rock swamp trap set early.

But these moves had no killing intent on Yang, so he didn't care, he rose up in response and slashed through with his sword.

The big demon among the two big monsters died like this, one spurted red blood and the other spurted green blood, but both of them were bleeding profusely, splattering the wilderness.

The demon's sacred mountain is right in front of you now, and you only need to walk a few miles to reach it.

But he stopped.

"kill me."

Because he heard a voice.

It was fleeting, but he knew he had heard it.

who is it? Let him kill him?

Yang didn't know, but he didn't want to know either. Anyone who cares about him would be killed.

Luo Zu was horrified to see this murderous intention.

Looking at the debris on the ground, there were corpses covered within ten miles, but there was not a trace of remnant souls, all of which were collected by the Ziying sword.

Luo Zu also didn't expect that he could cultivate such a talented killer.

I still remember the first time I met this kid. He was just starting out. His biological father was killed by a demon, so he entered the world to avenge his father.

At that time, he only had the word "green" on his head.

Now, look at him like this, cold and domineering, evil and arrogant, ruthless and invincible, keeping strangers away, the nemesis of demons.

With so many labels piled up, Luo Zu wanted to promote him to be the protagonist of this era.

But such a person looks like a villain no matter how you look at him.

On the contrary, Qing, who is still working hard at this moment, has a bit of a protagonist.

But no matter what, Luo Zu still recorded his fight.

Many techniques and Taoist techniques combined with his swordsmanship resulted in a result of one plus one being far greater than two.

His swordsmanship has developed its own style and has its own airs.

It's just that Luo Zu feels that he still hasn't escaped the fence of sword fighting among Jianghu swordsmen in the world.

But Luo Zu also had to admit that his swordsmanship had broken away from the limitations of technique, reached the Tao, and walked out of his own way.

Luo Zu couldn't learn this talent, so he could only imitate the sword skills day and night and master the sword skills by heart.

But his swordsmanship is not like Luo Zu's. After all, Luo Zu's giant tower is... quite big.

After refining it again and adding the gold and iron, it became even heavier.

Therefore, Luozu's own swordsmanship will be in the direction of opening and closing, but the stone from other mountains can attack jade. It is really good to use Yang's swordsmanship to take a look, deduce and perfect his own swordsmanship.

However, there is something strange about this place at this moment.

This is also the reason why Luozu Huishen descended here.

The demon lord under the "Sacred Mountain" had an accident.

Although Qiu Pheasant was killed and cut into thousands of pieces, and the demon soul was extracted by the witch clan, his flesh and blood were still active. Luo Zu originally thought it was just a bit of muscle memory, because after he tempered his body to a certain level, he had Such a situation of immortality of flesh and blood.

But now it seems that this guy may have the legendary ability to "rebirth from a drop of blood".

Of course, others are reborn with a drop of blood, but he is only reborn with flesh and blood.

Didn’t you say he was just a fairy? How come an immortal has such ability?

Of course, these are just Luo Zu's conjectures and have not yet been confirmed.

But he didn't turn the sacred mountain out to check, he just roasted another delicious chicken.