Prehistoric: Create a Purgatory Version of Volume Tribulation, Frighten Hongjun

097. The defeat of the demon clan, the rise of the ancient dragon clan across the ages! Ancestral dragons ruled the nine heavens and ten places, and the world shared!

These mountains and rivers are like wine, reverence and gentleness, and they will rest until death!

The people of the demon clan stood tall.

In the prehistoric world, who is not yet a bit heroic.

Di Jun can die for the demon clan, how can a demon clan retreat?

"Okay, let this emperor see the so-called celestial demeanor.

It is a pleasure to be able to fight against the opponent.

It was so then, and it is still so now.

Zulong and Di Jun collided again.

Fight!

The demon clan and the dragon clan collided again.

They all have their own ideals and their own persistence.

Life and death are all in this battle.

What is the spirit of the dragon ancestors?

Unique in the world!

How is the spirit of the demon emperor Jun?

Energetic!

The dragon clan and the demon clan are waiting in earnest.

Each one looked at each other with a strong fighting intent.

Life and death, victory and defeat.

Life and death depend on this battle.

As for the world, because more and more people are paying attention to this battle, the prehistoric world has changed a bit.

Just because of the attraction of the vision event in the dream of Zulong manifested, so that most people left the hiding place and walked out resolutely.

Just now?

Do they still want this?

It is no longer safe, the dragon clan and the demon clan are fighting, and people will die anytime, anywhere.

A large number of people began to return to their cave dwellings, lest they be affected by the catastrophe.

But at this time, people saw a very strange picture.

A Taoist who is not even an immortal, even avoided avoiding it, just staring at the sky.

And this scene can't help but make people curious.

This battle is bound to be more intense than before, why didn't he leave?

Someone began to ask: "Fellow Daoist, why haven't you left yet? The war has already begun, and this war is bound to be shattered!"

Hearing this, the Taoist priest looked solemn and said slowly, "I'm waiting, waiting for my friend.

"Since I promised to wait here for him to return, I can't break my promise."

Boom!

As soon as these words came out, there was thunder on the ground.

They stared at the young Taoist priest in front of them, wondering what to say?

"A promise of a man, a promise of life and death?"

Just because of a promise with an old friend, he stopped on the spot and refused to leave, even if he died.

This move is foolish in the eyes of many people.

Someone is mocking this Taoist priest for not knowing how to work around.

You must know that this world is a wasteland!

You wait.

It is very likely that it will never be repaid, so do you have to wait forever?

Facing the laughter of the people beside him, the young Taoist priest didn't care.

He is a little cultivator, and the little cultivator cannot be any smaller.

But what about this?

Don't you have to do what you promise someone else?

Maybe his friend was just joking, but he took it seriously.

Men don't make promises easily. If they make promises, they must fulfill them, even if they sacrifice their own lives.

In this world, because Hunyuan Yiyi has become better, even a Taoist priest like him who has just entered the practice is looking forward to it.

maybe one day,

You can learn from the unparalleled demon emperor, guide the country, and scold Fang Qiu; you can learn from the ancestral dragon who dominates the world, a dream through the ages, and a dream of the road; you can learn from the unparalleled sword fairy, and a sword strikes Tianmen...

Dreams are beautiful, but there is something that keeps him from going back.

Even if you die, you can do it.

In this world, there can be no dragon clan, demon clan, no great powers, great supernatural powers, and no good cultivation environment, but there must be arrogance and arrogance.

I am a little monk and an ordinary person. I can lose my life, but not my backbone.

The demon clan roared in unison, and the sound shook the world.

And the dragons roared one by one, shaking Kyushu.

"Battle" "1"

"war!!"

"war!!!"

Repaying kindness and revenge.

When the dragon clan raised their own battle flag, it was the start of the battle.

They...they want...the demon clan to pay their debts with blood.

Zulong stood in the Nine Heavens Tower and looked at Di Jun indifferently.

As for Di Jun, he gritted his teeth, was violent and bloodthirsty.

They fought together again.

Only this time, the strength is disparate.

Di Jun knew that if Zulong used all his strength, he would have been defeated long ago.

Such a feeling is truly humiliating!

The leaders of their two tribes are fighting, and their tribes are also fighting.

The various areas of the heavens are vast and boundless, covered by blood.

The flames of war burned all over the starry sky, every star field, every star.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The world is full of roars and shouts of killing.

A group of people began to charge, and they fell one by one.

The blood is constantly pooling, pooling into a river in the world.

As for the corpse, the starry sky is covered, which is shocking.

The world is full of blood, and there is no more wind.

Heaven and earth, because of the Ancestral Dragon, the morale of the dragon clan has reached a peak.

The domineering aura of the Dragon Race is spreading, turning the entire Heavenly Palace into a forbidden place.

"I have a shot, but the Fallen God!"

The monstrous blood of the battle dragon is burning, pouring into the body.

Holding a long spear in his hand, he traverses the infinite void.

With a single shot, the monsters' lives were continuously harvested.

And this shot, he wanted to kill the demon god.

"!!!hiss"

Seeing this scene, Fei Lian's pupils contracted very much.

He is the demon god of the demon race, but he did not expect that he would be targeted by Zhanlong.

You know, this guy is a fighting lunatic.

In the battle, he became mad, and his own people fought.

Fighting against such a fighting lunatic would be very unpleasant.

But he had to fight again, and the honor and disgrace of the race was controlled by their billions of monsters.

They can't be ashamed when they are at a critical moment!

"Boom!"

A demon god, a dragon god of war.

Both of them performed a powerful trick.

In the end, they... collided.

The heavens trembled, and the world was in turmoil.

A halo that destroys the sky and the earth spreads infinitely in all directions.

Wherever he passed, the earth collapsed inch by inch, and the river subverted inch by inch.

Even those top-quality immortal materials were instantly crushed into fly ash.

In the territory of thousands of miles, all the dragons and monsters flew out.

This battle is really shocking.

The people under them are constantly fighting.

"Crack!"

A voice fell heavily to the ground.

Fragments of time and space flew.

"Fei Lian is the demon god Fei Lian."

"After all, isn't he the opponent of the Dragon Race God of War?"

Fei Lian struggled to stand up at this time.

In a daze, a peerless demon god is holding a pinched war battle, pointing to the nine heavens, full of vigor and unparalleled domineering.

And those monster races who had no fighting ability could only watch this scene silently, until the tears on their faces slipped silently.

This picture was a little fuzzy, and it only appeared for a moment.

But people really saw it.

Monster race, demon god, how much glory and responsibility this bears!

As for Fei Lian, there was no so-called flinching.

What gives the world is his peerless demeanor.

One person fights and fights and breaks the nine heavens!

They all know that after today, they will never see that demon god again.

The demon holding a war battle stepped on the road that belonged to him, and would never come back.

Many people feel a little unhappy in their hearts.

"Gudong."

"Gudong."

In the chaos of the world, some people drank wine.

He blushed while drinking. At this moment, he laughed at himself and talked eloquently: "While the alcohol is still there, I want to ask, what is the sin of being born in the world?"

"A person can even blush when he is dreaming, you say, how much regret and sadness he has, can anyone tell me?"

For this world, they have witnessed too much.

Time and space may destroy all of this, but the myth that belongs to them will surely be passed down in the future.

In today's battle, the victory or defeat lies entirely with Zulong and Dijun.

The two of them are the chiefs of the tribe.

What bears is the hope of their race.

Everyone has no reason to retreat. Everyone bears racial honor and disgrace.

"Your cultivation base has already doomed your ending."

Zu Long stared at Di Jun and said what he wanted to say.

He didn't use the power of Hunyuan, and wanted to see Dijun glowing.

"So courageous, dare to slander our patriarch!"

"Let's go together.

Zu Long's words angered many monsters.

They rushed up one by one.

The demon gods, demon masters, demon kings, one by one the great Luo Jinxian, and the quasi-sages, made a blow of their life's anger.

"No!!!"

A rain of blood floated between heaven and earth.

The demons rushed up in hordes, and the only thing left in the end was the remnant body.

"No, no!

Di Jun shouted hoarse, his eyes burst open, and he couldn't be angry with himself.

He stared at the world, mostly the corpses of compatriots of the race.

It's too tragic.

Fei Lian is dead.

Fei Dan is dead.

Even Qin Yuan is dead.

It seems that the entire monster race is dying!

What's the point of his persistence?!

This hate and this hatred are not shared.

At this moment, Di Jun's eyes were full of determination.

There was already a shocking rage.

As for Zu Long, he looked at him indifferently, and said slowly: "If you get what you shouldn't get, you are destined not to lose what you shouldn't lose. You can only enjoy what others can't afford if you endure what others can't bear."

"Get the calm, lost in indifferent, to fight the inevitable, go with the flow."

"do you understand?"

As soon as Zu Long's words came out, many people fell silent, including the angry Di Jun.

Everyone in the Yaozu is his compatriot.

He can do whatever it takes for the purpose, but he is destined to suffer the corresponding consequences.

He can only bear this, and he must accept it.

Perhaps this time the winner is destined to carry the glory of the loser to a peak.

Perhaps in the future, the primordial land may be unified.

After endless years and several calamities, the world is finally about to usher in the reunification?

If the monster race is destroyed, who can resist the dragon race between the day and the earth?

"Is there no hope for the monster race?

Someone stared at this blood-colored land and couldn't forget it for a long time.

The monster race is about to be destroyed?

The demon god Feilian just died like this?

The demon master of the demon race will sleep forever?

A big race of billions of trillions, don't keep one?

startled.

Completely shocked.

Only then did they understand the so-called cruelty of fighting.

No matter who wins or loses, the result is a bloody ending.

Time is like a sword that cuts Tianjiao, sighs and burns the demon on the road of longevity.

Birth, a wrong era, can't be autonomous.

To die, of course you have to choose yourself, and be lonely in the utmost glory.

This is the choice belonging to the Yaozu, extremely decisive.

The hero was late, but only shook his head sadly.

The once prehistoric first-class family finally had a lonely day.

Happy life, no regrets when you die.

For the people of the monster race, desperately fighting, lonely in the extreme, presumably will not live up to the ambition of a lifetime.

Life is regarded as a master, and death is also a ghost.

The Yaozu is the Yaozu.

Before his death, he was proud and unparalleled.

After his death, he still saw his free and easy manners.

The fight continues.

I have to say, it's really a headache!

The dragons came too fast, and the Zulong testimony was also caught off guard.

The monster race has a large array of Zhoutian stars, but the big and small Zhoutian star flags have not been refined yet.

The monster race has the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, and with the cultivation base of the emperor's quasi-sage peak, what if it is against the four quasi-sage peaks?

All of this, it seems that he can't deal with a Hunyuan!

Under the saints, all are ants.

Under Hunyuan, there is also a python.

Time flies, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the battle has been fought for hundreds of years.

And the rain of blood has been raining for a hundred years.

Sitting and looking at the earth, it is full of sin karma, and looking up at the starry sky, it is full of corpses.

"Are you finished?"

Is this "war over?!"

They watched for a hundred years, but also shocked a hundred years.

In the deadly star field, the two figures are still facing each other.

A statue has survived through the ages, from beginning to end.

One is coughing up blood constantly, and his life gradually comes to an end.

"What else can you say?"

Di Jun spit out blood foam fiercely, carried it to Zulong, and smiled frivolously: "I can't help but let the gods destroy me... I am god!!!"

Emperor Jun is still Emperor Jun.

It is bound to fight to the last minute.

If he dies, the demon clan will die.

All of them forced him into a failed God of War.

Of course, even the God of War will be a lonely day.

"Okay, Di Jun, all this should be over."

After speaking, Zu Long's face was cold, and the unique power belonging to Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian was exploding.

Everything is over here!,

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