Chapter 1342: Demon Court Demon Clan
The man's throat was extremely hoarse, as if his skin was rubbing against the sand.
His eyelids drooped, and his eyes were dull, like a living dead man. The light of dawn could not shine on him, and he was only immersed in the dark sky and heavy rain.
"Where did you come from?" Chen Xun looked at him deeply, without any emotional ups and downs in his voice.
Ying Xiao shook his head with difficulty, and the whole person was extremely humble. He knelt again and said: "... Your Majesty, I ran and ran, and ran here. There were corpses... so I came."
There was no fear in his voice and eyes, just a humble and calm reply, as if he had no seven emotions and six desires, and was in a daze.
Ying Xiao did not respond to where Chen Xun came from.
Finished.
Ying Xiao actually slowly raised his head and looked at the figure in the backlight. A longing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was really brilliant...
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"In such a vast Xuanwei Heavenly Domain, is there no place for you human race to stand?" Chen Xun's eyes were slightly focused, and the strange fairy light flashing in his eyes seemed to see through everything about Ying Xiao.
Human race.
This Supreme mentioned it twice.
Ying Xiao's ten fingers were embedded in the bloody ground. He had never heard such words before. He said weakly: "Supreme... humble and stupid."
He didn't understand Chen Xun's words, let alone how they should stay.
There is no inheritance of Taoism.
Immortal Gate, no acceptance.
In terms of robbing, everyone is better than them, and their background is also greater than theirs.
Immortal resources, now this is his immortal resources, and the spiritual veins and treasures, how dare they touch them, it will be a shocking killing disaster.
Perhaps there are also strong people of their own clan with amazing talents, who are ranked in the immortal class.
Suddenly, Ying Xiao's eyes were filled with a tired smile like self-mockery, but, what does that have to do with others... and blood-eating human slaves...
The Supreme has a broad vision and embraces all rivers.
Naturally, he can't see the ants under the clouds.
He is dull by nature, short-sighted, and doesn't understand the racial meaning of Chen Xun's words.
"Five-element mixed spiritual roots."
"...Yes, Supreme."
After hearing this, Ying Xiao seemed to have accepted his fate, his dim eyes were dark and bottomless, and he didn't dare to resist. Human slaves with spiritual roots are just ordinary spiritual medicine.
"Nascent Soul Stage." Chen Xun changed the subject and said calmly, "But your Nascent Soul is dead and has been stained with too much blood evil spirit. It has turned into a blood infant and will not live for more than a thousand years."
He saw through everything about Ying Xiao. His foundation was greatly damaged, and his cultivation method was even more chaotic. He had already gone astray.
Normally, a Nascent Soul is as gentle as jade, and can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and glimpse a little mystery of heaven and earth. However, Ying Xiao's blood infant is stained with demonic evil spirit, and sooner or later it will be backfired and killed.
"Yes." Ying Xiao only dared to crawl and look up at Chen Xun's toes.
Hearing this, there was no surprise in his eyes, but he was very calm. In this purgatory-like world, life span is irrelevant.
"It seems that you want to protect some of your clansmen." Suddenly, Chen Xun's eyes deepened a little.
Wow...
The wind and rain hit Ying Xiao, his tired pupils trembled slightly, but he kept silent and bit his lips tightly. After all, it was difficult to hide from these immortal masters.
Ying Xiao's eyes gradually became bloodshot, blood kept flowing from his lower jaw, and he looked at Chen Xun's face viciously.
He wanted to kill himself!
"Ah...!"
Ying Xiao suddenly let out a bloodthirsty roar. He wanted to rush to kill, but it was like being struck by a thunderbolt, and the wind and rain blowing by the world pressed him to the spot.
It was a kind of powerlessness. Even if you have amazing courage and will, you still feel powerless in the face of such a strong man.
But Ying Xiao was like the strong grass in the pool of blood, and he would never waver.
He was like a wild beast, constantly roaring and howling in the heavy rain.
Three thousand worlds, the immortal world, the ants are angry, just angry, and will not change with your will and determination.
Chen Xun calmly watched Ying Xiao let out the last howl of his life, as if he saw the despair and powerlessness of the human race in this ancient era. The ants can kill the elephant, and it never works in the world of immortal cultivation where the great power is concentrated in one person...
From this beast-like howl, he saw the empty mirror in his eyes and saw the first half of Ying Xiao's life.
It was a small tribe of human beings, thousands of people.
They were the descendants of the human race who sneaked from the small realm to the "upper realm" and the desperate human race who had seen the "human-faced fairy bird".
They hid in a corner of the Xuanwei Heavenly Realm where no one cared about them. There was no mortal world here, and even if they went out hunting, they would be in danger of death.
The small tribe planted some so-called spiritual medicines, but they were all spiritual herbs.
They lived on spiritual herbs.
The immortal cultivation techniques, from the Qi Refining Stage to the Golden Core Stage, were not known yet...it was quite unsuitable for the human race's physique and spiritual roots.
In this environment, even if their tribe gave birth to a peerless immortal genius, they would only be forgotten by the crowd.
The upper limit of the human cultivators has been locked by the billions of races and forces in the Three Thousand Worlds... Even their will has been wiped out, and their backbones have long been crushed to pieces!
Such a great horror of heaven and earth is slowly opening up a corner in the eyes of Chen Xun under the sky.
In the Three Thousand Worlds, all races fight for themselves.
The strong immortals are not limited to races, but they have invisibly integrated the weak races one by one, using the blood-eating races as gathering points... for slaughter, cultivation, and as food.
This is a shocking killing game of the times.
It seems that immortals have already laid out the destiny of the world and the races. The era of mass slaughter of all races is inevitable. A large number of races have been exterminated. This killing game has already begun. Taiyi Immortal Court is just a roadblock to the torrent of the times!
Demons are raging in the three thousand worlds...
And their future bodies are the demons of the demon court and the fourth sequence of the world!
Chen Xun's eyes are deep and bottomless. He only knows that even if this vast demon has caused turmoil in the three thousand worlds, the future will still exist and be extremely powerful.
Instead, Taiyi Ancient Immortal Court has fallen, the national religion has been annihilated, and the Wujiang Tianji Dao Palace has become an eternal relic...
The ending of this immortal era is simply ironic to the extreme!
The rampage and turmoil of demons in the three thousand worlds are the indulgence of immortals. They are eliminating the creatures of heaven and earth, suppressing all races, and eliminating all races. They are the way of heaven...controlling the common people.
And the purpose is to absorb the destiny of the common people and all races, bring great fortune to the major hegemons, forge the foundation of the world, and pass on immortality.
I'm afraid that the fewer races there are in the world, the more luck other races will have. These immortals seem to be not going to end up, but they are stirring up the situation behind the scenes and playing with the common people.
"Chaos Immortal Spirit List!"
Chen Xun's eyes condensed, and he cursed in his heart, "It's those old bastards from the Fu Shi Sect!"
He didn't know what these old bastards were doing yet, he only knew that they must have been deceived, preaching to all races, and preaching an end of extinction of the Taoism!
No...
It's not just the Chaos Immortal Spirit List.
There must be other immortals that can gather the luck of the race. The saying of the Heavenly Dao in later generations is that it is the way to gather the luck of all spirits. Every grass and every tree has the thoughts of the Heavenly Dao, which can make the power of all spirits work together and help sublimate the three thousand worlds.
Gu family... Lucky clan.
Lucky clan!
A race that has never been mentioned in the history of immortals, and a race that has never appeared in later generations.
There is also the ancient fairyland that is silent in the three thousand worlds and extremely low-key...
Chen Xun's heart sank. Futian smashed the Tailing world, took back the Chaos Fairy List, and broke up the eternal family fortune of the Ten Thousand Races. This matter is not right, and it is not as simple as it seems!
The catastrophe he calculated may not come from the strongest Ten Thousand Races in Wujiang...
And Lao Liu!
Damn it...
Chen Xun was suddenly shocked and abnormal. He couldn't care so much. It must be right to run to the Hongmeng River. He couldn't calculate these old monsters. Stay, you must stay!
When he thought of this, his heart seemed to be drowning in the abyss, sinking deeper and deeper.
It seems that the more he knows, the more curious and confused he becomes...
He didn't think about it anymore. In this ancient era, he could only take one step at a time. Anyway, no one could hurt him.
