Before Hong Meng could react, in the crack that was opened, the desolate wings on his back rushed out of the Xuanyu plate, and two huge black wings flashed, setting off a storm of flames. It was the scene in the prehistoric times. A large number of barbarians chased the Wilderness God. Unexpectedly, the Wilderness God turned into a flying bat, also known as a flying corpse, like a sun god, with red flames burning, and the fiery fire evaporated the body of the Wilderness God. The Wilderness God naturally refused to admit defeat. Finally, he ran with the Wilderness God like the sun. He could not chase the Wilderness God, and finally drank the Wilderness God. He died of thirst after chasing him for a while. The Wilderness God alone fought with the Wilderness God, and the Demon God first burned the Wilderness God, and then a flame seriously injured the Demon God. This stop became a shame for the barbarians. Everyone remembered the black bat wings and endless fires.

The Barbarian King's eyes were blood red and his anger was uncontrollable. He was afraid of the flying corpse. Now he relied on the Wilderness Pearl to turn into a flying corpse, but he had to recover the regrets ten thousand years ago. His ancestor Fu Shen was burned to death by fire, and he wanted to avenge his shame today. He did not let anyone help, even if he cheered, and he used his own strength to fight against the flying corpse in his world. The big stick weighing a thousand pounds in his hand was swung. This big stick was not a magic weapon for Fu Shen, but was customized from the southern country with a large amount of money. The person who created it was Xiong Hao. The big stick was thick in front and thin in the back, and I don't know how many times it was tempered by the heart fire. The pure immortal root coal gold shined in Xiong Hao's hands. The Barbarian King's weapon was almost close to the magic weapon, which was a little worse than the Jade Butterfly of Creation.

The sound of breaking through the air continued. The Barbarian King swung his big stick fiercely and bombarded Desolate wildly. Unfortunately, he was avoided by Desolate every time. Desolate knew the allusions of the Desolate God, and also learned the desolate God's approach, turning himself into a fire-covered corpse covered with flames. He kept swimming in the sky, not fighting head-on with the Barbarian King. The Barbarian King guessed the desolate ghost thoughts and became even more angry. The big stick saw only the shadow in the air but did not see the true body. He exerted his strength and speed to the extreme.

Hong Ye looked worried, afraid that the Barbarian King would repeat the mistake of the God of Depression, and wanted to remind the Barbarian King that he was always ready to use the Hongwu ball to kill Desolate. Hong Meng was not worried. Of course, the desolate ability was not as powerful as the God of Desolate. The power of its flames was probably less than one thousandth of that of the God of Desolate. Such a flame could still dry Man Nian alive? Desolate was a bit whimsical. As long as Desolate accidentally got a hammer, he would definitely not fly again. But he was tired of watching this pursuit battle, and took the Hongwu people to chase the people of the Huangtian people. At this time, Hong Zu did not speak, and took his people far away from Hong Meng, as if he didn't want to see Hong Meng again. He was happy to be quiet, and Hong Meng called Uncle Tong and went to the farther east together to take a look.

The Barbarian King fought with the flying corpse for ten days, and was so tired that he could not hurt the desolate vitals. This gave him a bad premonition. Could it be that he would encounter the situation of the desolate god? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shivered. The consequences of chasing the desolate killing were too terrible. Look at his brothers, wherever he ran, they would follow him, for fear that if it would appear. It seemed that he had to ask Hong Meng for help.

The people of the Huangtian clan have been retreating to the east but have not retreated back to their hometown in northern Xinjiang, which makes everyone puzzled. Are they seeking death? However, Hong Meng thought about it and understood what these people were thinking. The Huangtian clan is going to surrender to Xuanyuanqiu, which is not bad. If he accepted the Huangtian clan, the power of Xuanyuanqiu will increase greatly. How could ordinary cultivators compare with the Huangtian clan? While he was thinking hard, the soul of the teacher who had resurrected from the dead actually came to the northern border, and finally found Hong Meng's traces.

"I heard that the flying corpse appeared, please give him to me." The Master Hun became humble and begged all over his eyes. He had said that he would listen to Liang Zhou, so that he would listen to Hong Meng's words. However, the good opportunity in front of him should not be missed.

"What's the point of asking him? Isn't it eaten raw? You're not his opponent." Hong Meng wanted to refuse such a strange request, but when he thought of the special ability of the Fu Shi tribe, he couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.

The master nodded heavily, looking very sure. He has always been a zombie. In the corpse clan, zombies are just low-level products, while flying corpses are the highest-level creatures. The God of Wilderness once turned into a flying corpse, giving full play to the advantages of flying corpses, scaring the gods of the gods. He dreamed of becoming the god of Wilderness that he admired, and there was a great opportunity in front of him.

No matter what, Hong Meng took him to the battlefield and called the Barbarian King back. After some verbal talk, he calmed down the Barbarian King's anger.

"Okay, okay, I was born from the same root, why are we too anxious to fight each other? They are all descendants of the God of Desolation, why should we be so anxious to kill each other?" Manwan laughed foolishly, and even the brothers laughed foolishly. Let the enemy kill each other is much more enjoyable than doing it by themselves. It can save effort and have a good show.

With permission, the Master Soul would not treat Desolation gently. After all, he has rich experience in the battlefield and has embraced Desolation tightly as soon as he comes up, and he is not afraid of being burned to ashes. In the end, the two kept fighting on the ground. The bat wings broke and the flames were extinguished. Desolation was proudly transformed forever. The energy of the Wilderness Pearl was exhausted, but both of them died, with shattered bones and twisted muscles. They maintained a good posture of fighting and stopped breathing in the ice field.

After sighing, Hong Meng sent someone to give Liang Zhou the body of the master's soul and burned the desolate corpse. Only then did he feel relieved. The Huangtian tribe retreated to the ice field, which was three thousand miles east of the entrance of the demon world. It can also be said that in the north of the eastern land, they kept praying, praying for the gods, begging for the blessing of the gods. When Hong Meng came to the ice field, he suddenly found that this was the place where he lost his dragon scales. It seemed that there was indeed a ghost here.

"Dragon God, for the sake of the alliance, please save the descendants of the Wilderness God! The Huangdi subordinates can no longer weaken them-"

"The God of Wilderness died in the northern border. Can the Dragon God watch the Wilderness Clan be destroyed? My former comrades-in-arms, the former Dragon God, please show your true body and save us!"

The wailing was everywhere, and all the women and children were crying. Hong Meng felt that they were asking for it. They did not stay in the northern border to raise their descendants, so why did they go to the battlefield to become enemies with the Hongwu clan? It was not that we were cruel and ruthless and wanted to kill you, but because the times were forced to do so. I believe that Xuanyuanqiu would send people to help him soon, and time could not wait. Hong Ye ordered that no one would stay for the enemy who was fighting stubbornly, even if it was women and children. The people of the Hongwu clan could not afford to be injured. How many people have fallen in the hopeless land for thousands of years? Hong Shen was dragged down by the Huangtian clan to death. The people of the Huangtian clan must pay the price. Although Huang Shen was brave, he was still killed by Hong Shen. The enemy must be wiped out.

Before the massacre, Hong Meng captured several young people of the Huangtian tribe who had reached the Xuandan realm of cultivation. There was no need to ask, they would not hand over the Huangtian tribe. So they directly explored the Niwan Palace and searched the information, so they obtained the Huangtian tribe's cultivation secret method. He did not intend to practice, but poured it into the three innermost rings on the Xuanyu plate and began to integrate the magical skills of the world. Just as the Hongwu tribe began to take revenge, the world changed, and snow suddenly drifted on the ice field, and the goose feathers danced gracefully, like a ceremonial guard to welcome the gods. After a distant dragon roar, the Huangtian tribe was infuriated, and the dragon god still helped. Everyone in the Hongwu tribe was mournful and had to retreat. Even Hongye could not handle it.

On the vast and boundless ice field, with a dragon roar, a faint dragon-shaped creature gradually condensed into the boundless snow curtain, crystal clear. Soon, the power of the gods covered the sky, and the dragon whiskers hung down from the sky. They were used to attract the people of the Huangtian tribe. The two cold eyes shone directly at Hong Meng's mind. At that moment, Hong Meng suddenly felt that all the secrets were exposed, and even the secrets of the Xuanyu Pan were spying on by the Dragon God.

"Oh. You still succeeded. Unfortunately, Huangdi wasted his efforts and he still had to pay off his debts in the end. However, since he had won, why kill him all?"

The dragon god sighed faintly, unable to see his face clearly. The huge dragon body appeared and appeared in the snowflakes, which was extremely mysterious. Although Huangdi defeated Xuandi, he still could not find the mystery of heaven and earth, nor could the mysterious jade plate, and finally he had to ascend to heaven. There was no news about Huangdi for thousands of years. It seems that the heavens do not care about human affairs, otherwise Huangdi would have taken action long ago. That was another world, but for the sake of peace in the world, the dragon body had to sacrifice the hope of ascension and protect generations of Xuanhuang descendants alone. I don’t know if this is right, but if it can avoid slaughter, it will avoid slaughter. Ten thousand years of disaster, there were originally many tribes, but only more than a thousand tribes survived after the war, so I have to say that it was sad. Although Huangdi ascended, his sacrifice was huge. No one remembered those people or demons who buried dust for this.

"How can a thousand years of hatred be resolved in one go? I feel uneasy if I don't destroy the Huangtian clan, and I, the Hongwu clan, can't fall asleep every night. Can you guarantee that Xuanyuanqiu will not kill us?"

Hong Meng was quite sad and angry. Dragon God is a god, but he didn't understand such a simple truth? Dragon God only advised people to stop war and only advised people to revenge when will the revenge be repaid? But for a moment, who can let go of the blood debt of ten thousand years? Every relative, family and friend of the Hongwu clan died at the hands of the Huangtian clan. In this way, everyone has an irreconcilable hatred. If you want to crack it, only war is war.

The Dragon God was silent for a while until all the members of the Huangtian clan clan clan clan clan clan clan clan clan clan clan clan cried to his forehead, and then sighed heavily: "You are my opponents? I am kind, but the situation is forced to do so! As a last resort, I have to eliminate the evil people and eliminate future troubles forever."

Hong Ye grabbed Hong Meng, shook his head at him, sighed, and took his clan members away. The power of the Dragon God was not qualified to shake it, nor could they challenge it. The Barbarian King scratched his scalp and took his brothers to the Hongwu clan to drink and celebrate.

It just so happened that there was a demon world. News from the demon world came. Ah Q and Wang Qiong were already the supreme emperors of the two realms. With tokens and artifacts, they traverse the different worlds, kill the dissidents, and send out all difficulties, and they were just about to train soldiers to wait for the final battle. What made Hong Meng most worried was the ghost world. Although Wei Yu held the blood glass and the ghost king order, he would have no help from the gods, and he might still encounter trouble. The God of the Underworld was originally the king of the ghost world. He had not returned to the ghost world for thousands of years. His reputation might still be there, but he could borrow it.

It just so happened that the entrance to the ghost world was in the sphere of influence of the barbarians in the Western Regions, so he could find a barbarian as a guide. But before he set out, Tu Shao came. He didn't say anything else, he just told a story.

There was once a wealthy businessman with wealth and wealth, wives and concubines, and enjoying the world. Later, when he heard that there was a dragon slaying method, he abandoned his wife and son to buy the dragon slaying technique with all his belongings. After thirty years of dragon slaying technique, he was able to find dragons all over the world, which was a joke. There was a dragon slaying technique but no use of martial arts, and the wealthy businessman died in depression. Later, one of his descendants was extremely outstanding. During the battle of Xuanhuang, he was called the God slaughtering God, also known as Tu Tian. The God slaughtered God slaughtered with endless magic power. He killed many important dragon clan members with a sword. Finally, he formed a gang of Emperor Huang and had to surrender to Emperor Xuan. Unfortunately, the war ended, and the God slaughtered God slaughtered. It was not until Hong Meng talked about the Huangquan Prison that Mr. Tu was moved, and the God slaughtered God slaughtered God. The Dragon Slaughter was the dream of his ancestors, so Mr. Tu was always pursuing this dream.

The scene of the battle in Yinhan Jade is vivid in my mind, but Mr. Tu told Hong Meng that the one holding the big sword was the God of Slaughter. The other was the True Dragon. They fought fairly without regrets. The God of Slaughter finally won. The True Dragon's body was buried in Hongjia Town. Listening to the past, I was sighing.

"Lend me half of your Xuanyu Pan. I want to challenge the Dragon God—" I knew that Hong Meng had many treasures on him, and Tu Shao was shameless and stretched out his hand to borrow things.

"As a friend, I kindly advise you that even I dare not offend the Dragon God Reverse Scale. Even my dragon scale was taken back by the stingy dragon scale. It's a pity-"

Hong Meng didn't want to harm his brothers, but seeing Mr. Tu's unswerving appearance, he had to hand over the upper half of the Xuanyu Plate to Mr. Tu. He challenged the Dragon God and was excited to think about it. How long does it take to practice to become a god? Mr. Tu laughed and left. When he left, he said: "I almost slaughtered Ah Q with the potential of Jackie Chan--" Hong Meng's eyes showed off. Ah Q was obviously a bastard. The essence and blood of the dragon clan in his bloodline were extremely thin. Even if he could turn into a dragon, he would probably be ugly. I didn't expect that Mr. Tu would actually hit Ah Q's attention, which was really unreasonable.

Shura Mang, who came to deliver the letter, was let go by Hong Meng, and a demon with a broken body. Set out, the ghost world. The barbarian is honest and Hong Meng asked. He answered, and did not ask, but just smiled foolishly. He flew over thousands of mountains and rivers, in the middle of the vast mountains. Finally, he saw a scene like the Fu Shi family, mountains with deep ghost energy and cloudy sky. Any vegetation was covered by ghost energy, and had the potential to become a ghost. The barbarian did not dare to move forward. Hong Meng asked him to go back, and the barbarian just hesitated for a while and disappeared. He seemed to believe in Hong Meng's ability.

The further they walked, the darker they became. The moon beast was not afraid and led the way in front. The path they took was like a regular corridor, deep and gloomy. When they met one or two little ghosts who were ignorant of life and death, they were scared to death. Hong Meng slapped the ghost to death with hatred. The space at the end of the corridor was open, and it was a space with only the moon all year round. The moon was still full and the moon was waning. The ghosts could only absorb the essence of the moon and grow slowly. It was difficult to become king.

The moon beast caught a few ghosts casually, but two or three people were afraid to say anything until the moon beast killed one, and the rest were willing to speak. They were just dead people, with obsessions and came to the ghost world in a daze. They could not be reincarnated, and could only maintain this inhuman state. It is said that Weiyu occupied two-thirds of the place, and there was another ghost king who refused to surrender, and Weiyu was about to attack. Originally, there were three ghost kings in the ghost world who had been peaceful until Weiyu broke in, and several ghost kings either killed or won over Weiyu. In short, the three-legged tripod power was broken, killing each other, and finally a ghost king died. Weiyu took the opportunity to subdue a ghost king, and now his power was greatly shocked, and he was about to plan for the entire ghost world and command the ghosts.

Weiyu's ghost army besieged Yinshan, and Hong Meng drove the moon beast toward the tallest mountain. The mountain could be seen even if it was a hundred miles away, because the moon was often hung on the mountain, and the moonlight illuminated the entire Yinshan. The closer to Yinshan, the more gloomy the aura became. Even if Hong Meng was in the middle stage of Xuanying, he was trembling all over. The moon beast was as if nothing had happened, grinning and mocking Hong Meng for being incompetent. He kicked him hard a few times, ignoring the moon beast's roar, and then he found that he had arrived in front of Weiyu camp.

The old man with resentment was reluctant to pass the message, Oh my God, he had lived for most of his life and had never seen anyone dare to move in the ghost world. And there was a monster like a big snowball. They said they were friends of King Wei, so they had to be careful. Unexpectedly, Wei Yu, who had just spoken the word Hong Meng, was overjoyed, grabbed the old man's neck and yelled where Hong Meng was. The old man was Wei Yu's servant, became a ghost servant, an old old fried dough stick, and served three ghost kings in front and behind. Although he was not very happy to be a ghost king, under the real power, he had no room to resist, so he had to live as much as he could, even if his master was rotated again and again. His neck was pinched, but he could still speak: "It's just outside the big rise." The ghost servant swore that he would never report Hong Meng again, otherwise he would die under the hands of King Wei if he didn't die in the war.

When he saw Wei Yu's pale face, it was really hard to live without sunshine. Hong Meng felt guilty that Wei Yu shouldn't have let Wei Yu come to this place where there was no sunshine. However, when he heard the dilemma faced by Wei Yu, he cheered up.

"The old ghost king refused to admit defeat, hid on Yinshan Mountain, and relied on powerful talismans to ambush us. I had a headache. Just now, you are here, quickly break the Yinshan formation and help me unify the ghost world!" Wei Yu was in good spirits and urged Hong Meng to take action quickly.

Yinshan is very windy, and the mysterious rune formation makes it easy to defend and difficult to attack. Although the Weiyu encircled it, it was helpless. There was a trapped road leading to the mountain. Regardless of Weiyu's blocking, the moon beast was not allowed to follow him. Hong ** went up the mountain alone. He always felt that although this place was gloomy, there was a sense of intimacy. Yinshan is the King of the Ghost Realm, and it is probably the residence of the God of the Underworld. Hong Meng was very excited.

"The God of the Underworld was the master here. Now I have the God of the Underworld. Why don't the old ghost king listen to the order quickly?"

The calm Yinshan trembled slightly, and there was no other movement, as if he was hesitating.

"How many years have you been going to know about the God of the Underworld? You won't deceive me?" The old ghost king finally couldn't help it.

"The God of the Underworld is trapped in the Nether Sea, bound by the Five Elements Array, surrounded by five mountains. He told me about the Xuanyu Pan, and—"

"It's him!"

Before Hong Meng could finish speaking, the old Ghost King had confirmed that Hong Meng had seen the God of Underworld because he had also seen it.

A gust of cold wind rushes over, and the old ghost king with a worried face salutes to Hong Meng tremblely, "If I guess correctly, you will be the one who will save the God of the Underworld in the future. Please accept a bow from me."
Chapter completed!