The colorful brilliance is flying, like a dream, the heaven and earth look illusory, and the cold light shrouds the cold sky and earth.

Cold, bone-chilling cold!

This is the only thought of countless powerful people in the prehistoric world.

If they could still hold on to self-hypnosis at the beginning, this must be their world, but the Great God Pangu appeared last.

But halfway through the video, there is no trace of Pangu God at all. The only ax that has some relationship with Pangu God has also fallen to an unknown place.

[I don’t want to live forever, I just want to live together, I don’t fight for a hundred lives, I fight for one life, I don’t ask for eternity, I just want this life!]

The majestic Taoist sound floated across the heavens and the world, the fog dispersed, and the young man suddenly stood on the sky again, with blood and energy billowing and light shining brightly.

However, the boy had become stronger, but before he could settle down a little, the mutated disciple was born.

War is raging, Kyushu has fallen, and the iron hooves of alien races have trampled across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers of the human race. In the troubled times, human lives are like grass.

As the young man walked, he saw rivers of blood, corpses with no one to bury them, black crows croaking, and resentment shrouding the world, as if the sky was about to fall.

The wild mountains are broken, generals are bleeding everywhere, the heroes have come to an end, and the vast blood light has dyed the rain red. Who can see that the bones are not cold, holding a spear in hand and looking at Kyushu, the white bones stand in the icy cold wind.

They never had a single complaint, and until the last drop of blood was shed, they were still fighting for the homeland behind them. Their fighting and iron horses changed the color of the world, but in the end they dimmed and lost their original glory.

Countless magic weapons and techniques have gathered dust, covered up with the dust of history over time, buried in this killing field, buried in the unknown river.

Standing on the giant city, looking at the boundless sky and the earth, surrounded by white robes and hunting, the young man instantly understood the meaning of his pursuit.

Shout out to kill Zhentian!

In the sky, flags are fluttering, the flags are flapping in the wind, and the clouds and mist are billowing.

[Pangu created the world, and although he is dead, he is still alive, can he forget it?!]

【Eternal life in my heart!】

[Who else remembers that the Suiren clan lit up the path forward for the human race? 】

【We remember!】

Countless human monks roared like rivers and mountains, asking and answering questions, and rushed forward with blood and tears on their faces.

[How can we forget that Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and buried his bones in a foreign land?]

【Never forget!】

[Does anyone else know that Nuwa wept her blood to mend the sky, and used the essence of flesh and blood to allow our human race to continue to prosper? 】

【We know!】

【Then let’s fight!】

【war!】

The outside world is shouting to kill Zhentian, and people are dying all the time. The world has been dyed red with blood, and endless bones are piled up into mountains and seas.

I don’t know how long the war has been going on, but there are fewer and fewer people who can take to the air, and the endless monks will be eliminated from this world forever.

The world was shaken, clouds and mist were billowing, like a tsunami surging into the sky, and thousands of troops and horses were galloping, and the heavens seemed to collapse.

In all the heavens and worlds, countless people are so excited that they feel as if they are actually there, their eyes are bright, and they want to go with them.

Uchiha Itachi: "Damn it! It's on fire. It feels like the small universe is going to explode!"

Uchiha Sasuke: "In a word, isn't this better than Bo Ran?"

Qin Shihuang: "That's it. If there are millions of soldiers of our Immortal Qin here, what kind of alien cavalry is this? It's a joke!"

Different from other stressful tasks, everyone in the prehistoric world only feels their faces burning and their complexions are dark and dark.

Other worlds may not recognize it, but how could they not see that this is not a practice system at all.

If they can still comfort themselves, this may be a parallel world, but this video is at the end, and there is no parallel character at all.

Even a fool could realize it at this time. This has nothing to do with anything in the prehistoric world.

People from all over the world who had previously been in the comments section as if they were celebrating the Chinese New Year, are now like turtles with their heads down, saying nothing.

In the picture, there are strong winds, lightning and thunder, and there are terrifying bloody tornadoes in the sky.

The four ancient alien kings, powerful for eternity, look down on the heavens. The origin of the avenue is vast and unpredictable. Endless creatures are instantly turned into ashes, and all the great worlds will come to an end.

Many rotten big worlds completely collapsed at this moment and disappeared forever. There were also many big worlds that had their divine power drained away and ended in the light of fire.

Even so, the young man never gave up!

[The blood of the sky, the essence of the earth, the battle between yin and yang, weeping blood and black yellow, heroes lying on their bodies, ants flying into ashes!]

[After hundreds of millions of years of sinking, the calls of thousands of generations, the immortal ancestors, cross the eternal barrier and return from the vanished battlefield!]

[Leverage your fighting souls to illuminate an eternal moment. Invincible ancestors, souls of the past, defy heaven and come again to connect the past, present and future! 】

I saw countless transparent souls rising from the ancient battlefield, as if they were attracted by something, and came to the man's side. In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sun and the moon lost light.

These souls come across the long river of time. Even though they reincarnate for thousands of years and their memories are gone, they still wake up, just to respond to the call of future generations.

A woman in white clothes appeared, flying gracefully, with a face like jade. She was so beautiful that it made people feel ashamed and unable to look at her. She moved her hands and feet, and the sun and the moon collapsed.

Time goes back, and a giant reorganizes himself, holding the huge stone ax that created the world. He is gathering new power, and he wants to come from the ancient pre-primitive era. With one axe, the world will be reopened!

There was a divine fire that illuminated the way forward for the human race. It was an old man. He was thin, but he was striding forward, piercing through ancient time and space.

There is a large cauldron that shatters the loess, travels through time and space, and is surrounded by endless stars. It carries an immortal magic stick across the border.

The ancient lamps that were originally broken lit up one by one, with wild lightning and thunder, and the world trembled!

Figures emerged one after another, some were holy and innocent, some were compassionate, or some were arrogant. Their unique temperament made people deeply feel their own insignificance, and they couldn't help but pay homage.

At this moment, the world seems to have become the world of heroic spirits of the human race, and the war song of the unyielding human race once again resounds throughout the world.

[The broken giant mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth!

The dry and hard yellow mud is the blood of the earth!

The mountains of corpses are the sorrow of our ancestors

…

Even if you die without regrets!]

Fuxi died, Suiren died of injuries, Huangdi returned, Shennong died...

The tragic voice resounded throughout the world, and pieces of blood mist rose. Endless blood mist filled the air, and the sky was stained with blood for all living beings in Kyushu.

The people of Kyushu regarded death as if they were home, and they were impassioned. They looked forward to the demise of their ancestors, and saw the death of the three emperors and five souls. Everyone's face was filled with blood and tears.

Even if they die, no one will retreat, they will all move forward, forward, and forward again!

[Discuss the Tao and strive for supremacy in the world while alive, discuss the body after death, and honor it in the tomb!]

[Pangu, Nuwa, the Three Emperors, the Five Emperors, and ancestors throughout the ages, regardless of success or failure, they will never be forgotten and will live forever in their hearts!]

The video slowly ended, leaving only a song floating in the hearts of people all over the world.

[Thousands of years later, the harp and harp are singing harmoniously, and the silk and bamboo are melodious, praising the Yongchang of the Holy Way!

Who else remembers that the Suiren clan lit up the future of the human race?

How can we forget that Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and buried his bones in a foreign land?

Does anyone know that Nuwa wept her blood to mend the sky, and used the essence of flesh and blood to allow our human race to continue to prosper?

…

Do you remember that there is a person named Yanhuang?

The hope of your ancestors flows in your blood.

Just talk about the great road and the prosperous times, and the national spirit is buried.

The blood of the sky, the essence of the earth, Yin and Yang fight, weeping blood and black yellow.
Chapter completed!