The Big Bad Beats Your Chest [Quick Transmigration]

In the southernmost part of the prehistoric territory, there is a sea of ​​blood with a radius of thousands of miles. In the sea, blood waves are rolling, fish and shrimp are not prosperous, and birds and insects are not coming. The leader is the respected Asura clan.

The people of the Ashura family have broad shoulders, three heads and six arms, and three faces are black and blue. They are bloodthirsty by nature, brave and fierce, and are rejected by all the creatures in the prehistoric world.

The end of the sea of ​​blood is connected to the Yellow Spring of Hell, where demons and ghosts wander all day long with lingering grievances. At this time, the Underworld has not yet been established, and the six reincarnations are only a prototype of the will of heaven.

However, in such a chaotic place full of evil mountains and rivers, full of vicious people, there is a monk who practices Buddhism and Taoism living here all the year round. This monk can be described as a madman in the eyes of the Asuras. The reason is that There is no other, just because this monk once vowed to save the Asura clan without shame.

On this day, Nether Blood Sea welcomed a special guest.

The sky was extremely gloomy, and the sea breeze with a strong stench was blowing towards his face. When Bai Yulian left, he did not choose to fly in the sky, but walked the Huangquan Road with a lot of feeling.

On Huangquan Road, there are strange rocks, and clusters of fiery red and coquettish Bianhua flowers are blooming along the way. The monsters walking on this road meet each other in a narrow way, screaming and entangled together.

Bai Yulian's thoughts had already flown away, he never thought that Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha, whom the asuras called a madman, would have the great wisdom to see through the past and future, and the cycle of karma and reincarnation at this moment.

Patriarch Styx fled away long before his arrival, and those Asuras led him to meet Dizang tremblingly.I thought it would be very troublesome to do this, but I didn't expect that Ji Zang had already figured out his intention for coming. The two did not meet each other with swords, but sat down and talked happily.

Ji Zang, who looked like a young monk, smiled slightly after seeing Bai Yulian, "Humans have not yet been born in this world. Since you know the existence of human books, you are destined."

Bai Yulian asked Ksitigarbha many questions, about reincarnation and karma, and Ksitigarbha's mysterious voice seemed to still echo in his ears.

"When one's life is exhausted, reincarnation will not stop. The only thing that can be eternal in the world is the six realms of reincarnation..."

"Those who enter samsara need to forget the world, cause and effect are not empty, all dharmas and emptiness cannot be taken away, only karma is with them..."

"Only when the soul is in the warmth and nourishment of the six realms of reincarnation can it never dissipate and live forever, but all lonely souls and wild ghosts will be wiped out in ashes..."

"The Book of Man represents opportunities and chances. It is the most uncontrollable and mysterious book in the Three Books of Heaven, Earth and Man. I haven't fully understood all the causes and effects..."

The book of life and death, also known as the book of life and death, records the birth, time of death, and life span of all life in the three realms of heaven, earth and man.At the end of the conversation, Ksitigarbha handed over the human book to Bai Yulian, leaving only a copy of the human book in his hand. This backup will be in the hands of the Ecstasy and the King of Yama in the future, but it cannot be changed, even if it is changed Neither has any effect.

Bai Yulian lightly stroked the human book in his hand, and felt that after talking with Dizang, the depression that had been pent up in his heart for many years dissipated a lot in a short time.

Buzhou Mountain.

The evil spirit covered the sky and the sun, and on the uneven and barren land, a crimson crack suddenly appeared, with twists and turns, like an ugly scar, bottomless.

The sound of rolling thunder came from the abyss, and the voice carried the resentment and unwillingness that had been suppressed for thousands of years. The giant claws covered with blue-black scales stretched out from time to time, and the remaining witches watched in horror. Two behemoths that are about to escape from the ground.

The Lich War has just ended, and yet another catastrophe of genocide has occurred. Is the witch clan really at the end of their rope?God, is it true that the Wu Clan is not allowed to dominate the prehistoric world?

The black mist was swept by the strong wind, blowing the banners and banners of the Wu Clan to the sound of hunting, and the animal blood used to paint the runes on the faces of the Wu Clan had solidified and turned dark red.

Xuanming, the most powerful of the remaining eight ancestor witches, stood in the center of the formation, with a sad expression, "Everyone of the witch clan obeys the order, if you can survive this battle, you will all retreat to the Netherworld, and you will never be able to return to Buzhou Mountain , never set foot on the Great Desolate Continent again!"

The burly Wu tribe men who were as tall as the hills all turned red when they heard the words, and shouted in unison, "Defend the homeland to the death!"

"Swear to defend the homeland!"

……

The tragic roar resounded throughout the entire territory of Buzhou Mountain.

Xiangliu with a nine-headed snake body opened nine bloody mouths, and the saliva that flowed out formed a huge swamp of venom. The witches who were stained with the venom all died purple all over, and the headless giant Xing Tian held his relatives high. , swinging up and down like lightning, splitting the earth.

In the formation, Xuanming chanted the spells passed down from the ancient times, making the final preparations, Jiufeng stood there dumbfounded, looking haggard, watching his fellow clansmen one after another shed the last drop of blood on the scorched land.

For a moment, the monstrous hatred seized her heart, and the scene of Dijiang turning into turbid air and dissipating flashed back in her mind from time to time. She hated the monster clan who invaded wantonly, and also hated the Ah who destroyed their homeland. Asura, she realized that she and her clansmen seemed to be just pawns in the battle between dao and demons. After they were used up, they were abandoned.

This boundless hatred gradually took the form of a person. That high-ranking person watched her struggle coldly, and even took away Dijiang's last things...

Jiufeng swears in her heart that if she can survive this catastrophe, she will avenge Di Jiang!

As the chanting of the spell came to an end, the remaining eight ancestral witches and nine phoenixes exerted their strength together, and the formation of the twelve governors of Tiansha finally took shape.

The true spirit of Pangu, the sage of Heaven and Dao, loomed in the formation, and the eight ancestor witches shouted loudly, increasing the output of power. After all, Jiufeng was only the heel of the great witch. Wu, as soon as the formation was activated, she was sent flying out.

Jiufeng struggled to stand up, as if his whole body had been crushed by a giant wheel, and it was difficult to bring up any strength.

Without the nine phoenixes, the large formation that required twelve ancestor witches to launch it became more and more unstable, and the figure of Pangu's true spirit gradually became transparent, almost dissipating.

The eight ancestral witches in the formation were connected at this time. They raised their heads, took a last look at the messy homeland and the few compatriots, and burned their last strength as the ancestral witches.

I saw their bodies suddenly shattered, turned into eight turbid qi and merged into the eyebrows of the Pangu True Spirit. In an instant, the originally transparent Pangu True Spirit had a physical body, and the strongest Chaos Demon God from ancient times to the present returned to the world!

Prove the Tao with strength, Pangu!

"This is... Pangu?" At the same time, all the Chaos Demon Gods who were still alive felt Pangu's aura, recalling the scuffle before the opening of the sky where demon gods fell every day, and the fear hidden deep in their hearts emerged again. The days of being dominated by Pan Gu, don't mention it!

That's right, there is no Chaos Demon God who is not afraid of Pangu.

Because they knew that this was just a ray of true spirit, Luo Hu and Hong Jun both chose to stand still and prevented their subordinates from investigating the situation. After all, they might live in the world created by Pan Gu for many years, and they were willing to sell Pan Gu's face .

True Spirit Pangu stared at his hands, sighed in his throat, and the giant ax that created the world was back in his hands.

The ferocious beasts that slaughtered all directions in the distance looked at this giant that suddenly appeared, and finally realized what it was like to be afraid.

When Pan Gu's true spirit struck down with an axe, the sky and the earth changed color.

Two mournful roars pierced the sky above Buzhou Mountain, and the dust settled.

True Spirit Pan Gu stood still, his deep gaze traveled across the prehistoric and desolate territory, and landed in the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons.

Luohu, the demon ancestor who was sitting in the hall of all demons, looked condensed. As the main force of the group of demon gods who joined forces to kill Pangu, he was considered Pangu's biggest enemy. Could this true spirit of Pangu be trying to do something?

Before Rahu could react, Pan Gu, the creation demon god standing on the ruins of Mount Buzhou, spoke:

"Starting today, hundreds of clans will prosper together on the Great Desolate Continent, and no one clan will dominate. Righteous and evil coexist. The righteous will not suppress the evil, and the evil will never prevail against the good..."

The ancient voice spread to every corner of the prehistoric world. The Dao of Heaven is a prehistoric management machine created by Pan Gu, and it will naturally operate according to Pan Gu's instructions.

Demon Ancestor Luohu was surprised, and then laughed out loud.Pangu, I'm afraid he doesn't want to let the battle between Taoism and demons make this land miserable...

33. Outside the sky, in Zixiao Palace, Daozu Hongjun lost the protection of heaven, and the jade butterfly of good fortune became dim in an instant.

After doing all this, Pan Gu's true spirit turned into a white light, which sank into the eyebrows of the last witch clan in the world.

It's all over, Jiufeng thought.

The battlefield was desolate, except for her, there was no sign of life.

The last words of the previous master sounded in my ears again, "If you can survive this battle, all of you will retreat to the Netherworld, and you will never be able to return to Buzhou Mountain, and you will never be able to set foot on the Primordial Continent again..."

Now she is the only one left in the Wu Clan, what is she going to do in the Underworld?What's the point?

"Ah—" Jiufeng roared in pain, tears washed away the congealed blood on her face.

Suddenly, a warmth spread from between her brows, and gradually penetrated into her whole body.

"This is……"

Among the witch clan, the great witch was born without a soul, and the ancestor witch had a soul, but the soul was weak, because of innate insufficiency, no great magic power, and unable to practice Taoism, unless the Twelve Du Tiansha array was used to call out the true spirit of Pangu...

Feeling the various changes in the body, it seems that the empty shell has been filled. Is this the power of the primordial spirit?

Jiufeng clenched her right hand tightly, her eyes were black, this was the strength given to her by her tribe.