Prehistoric World Live Room System

Chapter 394 Demon God
Once the Qilian Mountains were completely destroyed, it was like a gust of wind blowing across the entire Great Desolate Southern Continent, setting off endless storms.

Afterwards, news came out from among the ancient clan that Patriarch Qilian had been captured without a fight and had been taken to the holy mountain of the ancient clan to wait for a trial in the future. No mercy!
In the Southern Continent, on top of an unnamed volcano, red flames soared into the sky, dyeing the sky red. It was coquettish and strange. Where the flames passed by, not a single blade of grass would grow, and nothing would exist.A fiery red figure stood majestically on the top of the volcano, looking in the direction of the Qilian Mountains.The aura of flames shot up from behind him. This is a supreme flame god. Nine-colored flames emerged behind his head, like a halo of merit and virtue, sacred and solemn. His eyes were extremely sharp, as if they could pierce the sky and the universe. Looking at the Qilian Mountains, which had already been turned into ruins, a long sigh came from his mouth.

"The ancient clan is powerful, I, the spirit of the flames, the flames of the sky, I have to avoid their sharp edge, how sad!"

In an instant, the entire volcano erupted, devouring everything around it. The magma was extremely hot, crazily burning, and crushed everything. At this moment, the entire unknown volcano seemed to show the anger of this flame god.The fiery red Heavenly Dao soared into the sky, and nine-color halos faintly appeared in it, dotted with this fiery red Tianzhu.This is a sub-sage peak powerhouse who has stepped into the realm of casting Tao and fits the way of heaven. He is the most peak powerhouse in the entire prehistoric world.Perhaps, he is powerful enough to compete against any ancestor of the ancient clan, but unfortunately, he is single and weak after all, so he can only avoid the power of the ancient clan and leave the land where he was born.

Two fiery red tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He screamed up to the sky, and the sound shook all directions, piercing the sky, and the stars in the sky were all shaken by it. The endless sadness, in an instant, infected one side like a wave. Heaven and earth, wild beasts crawled on the ground, and the sound of mourning came from it, and in the sky, drops of rain gradually fell.

"I, Lie Yan Jiuxiao, will return one day!"

Gently grabbing the two fiery red teardrops, the figure disappeared into the air while flickering again and again. This time, it is not known when, it will be the day to look back.

Endless fear enveloped the entire Southern Continent. The ancient mirror interweaved the avenue runes and blocked half of the Southern Continent. Without absolute strength, at this moment, there was no way to leave the Southern Continent and could only be trapped in it.

On a narrow path, several creatures of different shapes are walking slowly, some are old and some are young, sometimes looking up at the sky, there is an unconcealable panic and fear in their expressions, just like a bereaved dog , fled in a hurry.

"Grandpa, can we escape this time?" A man who looked like sixteen or seventeen years old supported a pale old man and asked uneasily, his eyes were constantly blinking. It was also messy, this old man, although his face was pale, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and a big blood-colored hole pierced through his chest, he still stood proudly, like an unyielding warrior.

"Don't talk too much, go over there." He stretched out his fingers weakly, his skinny fingers, pointing in one direction, and this finger seemed to exhaust all the strength in his whole body. Out of mouth.

Not long after they left, a group of about ten golden armored warriors appeared at the place they passed by, with golden sabers pinned to their waists. They were majestic and imposing. He even wore a golden crown on his head, and where his eyes flashed, it seemed that the space was directly torn apart.

"My lord, why did you take the initiative to kill King Yanshen this time?" Beside him, a golden-armored warrior sniffed the surroundings, and said as if in doubt, you know, at this moment , King Yanshen, although he has an infinitely glorious past, he is not far from death, and it is not worth a king to hunt down and kill him himself.

"Hehe, you don't understand, the king of the gods, the art of the gods, is incomparably miraculous. Even this king, he has heard of it by accident. As long as he gets the art of the gods, all the sacrifices are worthwhile!" In the eyes of the King of Golden Swords, a burst of cold light burst out, and he said in a cold voice, if it wasn't for the skill of Yanshen King, he would never do it himself. As long as he wins the technique of Yanshen, he His cultivation base will definitely take a big step forward, when the time comes

This time, he was determined to win the God Yan Technique in the hands of the God Yan King.

"Go, that's the direction, chase!" Golden Sword King straightened his face, looked in one direction from a distance, and said loudly, his voice was full of supreme majesty and powerful aura of king, like a dragon, surrounding him On his body, King Yanshen, at this moment, has lost all his mana, and is nothing more than an ordinary old man.

Dashes of golden light flashed away and disappeared into the air, with an incomparably powerful aura that overwhelmed all directions.

The same scene happened in every corner of the Southern Continent. At this moment, many kings who oppressed all directions seemed to have become bereaved dogs, being hunted down by unknown pawns.

Of course, more powerhouses seem to have wisely chosen to join the ancient clan and become their pawns to serve for them. In this way, perhaps, there is still a glimmer of hope.

The Ancient Mirror of Nirvana hangs high above half of the Southern Continent and above the Western Continent, but it is shrouded by the entire War Demon Palace. It is gold and black in two colors, sacred and majestic with monstrous magic power. Killing countless strong men and gods who intend to escape one by one, as if crushing flies one by one, with ease.

In the Palace of War Demons, the majestic body of the Demon God Zhanhan appeared. He looked down at the entire Western Continent with cold eyes. At this moment, the Demon God Zhanhan was the ruler of the entire Western Continent. He was supreme, and an imperial chair floated at his feet. , he swept all directions and sat down gently.

Right here, an extremely powerful aura rushed into the sky suddenly, as if it wanted to smash the blockade of the War Demon God's Palace. The illusory way of heaven enveloped his whole body. This is a blue way of heaven, carrying Exuberant vitality, like a blue sun, infinite majesty.

"King Qingmu, dare you!" Demon God Zhanhan let out a roar like an enraged lion, then stood up suddenly, interlaced his fists, directly broke the space barrier, and charged towards the blue sun.

"Ah!" A miserable cry came from the blue sun.

The fist of the Demon God Zhanhan traveled through time and space, and directly pierced the Qingmu King, his body and spirit were destroyed, and the blue withered vines slowly fell from the sky. At this moment, the king on the Western Continent stared at the fallen King Qingmu at the same time In the place, the sadness of the death of the rabbit and the fox emerged in the heart. At this moment, it was King Qingmu who was directly killed. Will it be their turn in the next moment?
In an instant, an inexplicable sadness emerged in their hearts. This kind of sadness directly infected the world, as if the entire Western Continent was in pain.

The big blue sun quietly drifted away. Drops of blue divine blood dripped from the sky and turned into raindrops, nourishing all things. This is the king's blood essence. Every drop can create a peerless ancestor. Containing incomparable power and imprint of laws, countless creatures who have received blue raindrops, in an instant, their spiritual wisdom is greatly opened, and they take shape. Their aptitude is extraordinary.

"I, the Demon God Zhanhan, sincerely invites powerful people from all directions to come to the Zhan Demon Palace. After a hundred days, if there is anyone who does not come, they will be punished, their families will be wiped out, and their sects will be removed!" The voice of the Demon God Zhanhan came from the whole Floating over the Western Continent, it spread to the ears of countless strong men.

to go, or not to go?This question began to linger in the minds of many powerhouses.

Looking into the sky from a distance, the War Demon God Palace, which presents the appearance of Taiji and Yangyi, their eyes are full of awe.

In the past, they had also heard about the strength of the Demon God Zhanhan, but what they heard was deception and what they saw was believing. They had never really seen it. How could these extremely proud kings think they were inferior to others?
In their hearts, although they are a little in awe of the strength of the Demon God Zhanhan, they also believe that as long as they are given time, they can reach that step, or even surpass it. Time, what they need is time.

But at this moment, the Demon God Zhanhan ruthlessly crushed their pride. King Aoki, the mighty king of the Western Continent, is well-known and amazing even in the entire Western Continent.A strong man who stood at the peak of the sub-sage king, only one step away from truly forging his own way of heaven, who claimed to be the most hopeful to step into the peak of the sub-sage, who fit the way of heaven, died in the Demon God Zhanhan hit him with a punch.

If it were them, would they be able to block that overbearing punch that overwhelmed the heavens?

This question, like a lingering nightmare, surfaced in their hearts and could never dissipate.

Zhan Han's punch not only killed King Qingmu, but also shattered the pride of many kings at the same time, making them unable to escape this nightmare from now on. There will never be an inch, and even, you will die in your own demons.

Sighs came from all over the Western Continent. Facing the extremely powerful Demon God Zhanhan, they hardly had any chance to choose!
In the Palace of War Demons, four silhouettes flashed, the Silkworm King wearing a nine-colored crown, like the Shadow King transformed into a shadow, and the Pluto King, who had nine cold lights flashing from time to time, like the ancestor of the first thunderbolt at the beginning of the world, At the same time, he descended into the War Demon Palace, facing the Demon God Zhanhan far away.

"Welcome to the arrival of several fellow Taoists. After a hundred days, we will meet many heroes together. This time, if there are those who refuse to accept, we will kill them together!" On the cold face of the demon god Zhanhan, a smile emerged However, the voice is still so domineering.

(End of this chapter)