Global Creation: Only I Create the Prehistoric World

Chapter 134 The Witch Ancestor Annihilates the Man, and the Nine Yin of the Candle Descends on the World!!

The mighty voice sounded from above the Nine Heavens.

Quick as a wink.

Infinite years, everything seems to have lost its meaning. The drum’s thoughts stopped at this moment.

Time, space, thoughts, wisdom, true spirit. With the moment.

It had nothing to do with him.

It was as if he had been completely stripped out of this flood. Whether it is the present, the past, the future, the concept of this living thing is drumming. All are cut off from the moment.

A pair of ancient eyes appeared in front of the drum.

The drum’s spirit was restored again, and he recognized the owner of these eyes in an instant.

“Yes…”

Hurrah!!

Gu looked at those eyes in horror, and the words in his mouth were just halfway said.

Then the body began to tremble uncontrollably, decomposing like loose sand. At last.

Completely disappear in heaven and earth. As if it had never appeared.

And this period of time, if you look at it from the perspective of the Great Luo, you can only see the drum escaping from the Terran station.

And the body burned with the Great Sun True Flame, dying, and finally crashing to the ground. Then the true spirit was also annihilated by the terrible flames.

This scene seems to exist as if it were real.

“For the sake of the great cause, for the sake of the flood, Er and so on also need to be wronged.”

The mournful voice sounded again.

Then a series of true spirits emerged from the corpses slaughtered by the drum. A corner of their soul disappeared at this moment.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

Only to see that the flesh and blood that had been eaten by the drum, as well as the broken corpses, were constantly growing.

Those true spirits fall into the body again.

Continue the daily life of the past according to the habits of the past. Then.

But there was no aura under their eyes. It’s like a puppet.

“The son of the Nine Yin of the Candle, the Heavenly Demon Realm monk, died at the hands of the Terran race, and that celebrity race, what demon clan has a chance to dry up.

In such a situation, what should you want? ”

The voice of compassion carried a little unspeakable compassion. But in the words, there is a frightening coldness. Among the witches.

Candle Nine Yin Heart suddenly got up.

The Avenue of Time of the Whole Body is raging and tyrannical like a frenzy.

This terrifying breath instantly awakened the rest of the ancestral witches who were immersed in cultivation.

In addition to the Emperor Jiang and the Nine Yin of the Candle, the Hou Tu carried the reincarnation and the Great Luo Daoguo had become the remaining nine ancestral witches who had also arrived at the Great Luo True Self Realm.

The strength of the Wu Clan is unprecedentedly strong. The Lich Demons, although there is a lot of war. But an all-out war has not yet been fought.

The Nine Yin of Candles serves as the ancestral witch who controls time. Its transcendent wisdom.

Still above the Imperial River.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the brain of the witch tribe.

At this moment, he stood up angrily, and his whole body was extremely tyrannical. A terrifying figure instantly appeared in the long river of time. The face of the dragon is the head of the dragon, the whole body is red, and the years behind him are like sand.

He stood in the midst of the years, his eyes open and the heavens and the earth bright, and his eyes closed, the sun and the moon. His Shen figure is endless.

Overlooking the immeasurable world, condescending. Endless anger appeared in his eyes. As far as the eye can see.

Countless worlds were shattered, and immeasurable beings were annihilated.

The rest of the ancestral witches stood up, and Da Luo read it, and everything was clear. Everything is in the thoughts for life.

The candlestick finally returned to the ground.

“The drum is dead!”

He said word for word.

Then the rest of the witches were silent.

The drum, the son of the Nine Yin of the Candle, is not the son of the ancestral witch. It is the Nine Yin Goddesses of the Candle who create people and dare to have a heart. Take the majesty of the heavens to their advantage.

And it was made with the flesh and blood of the remnants left by the Father of Pangu. The drums are heard everywhere.

Hence the name drum.

Although he was only a creature created by the Nine Yin of the Candle, the Nine Yin of the Candle used blood as a guide to cast a soul.

Then, it was even more obvious to the flood and the heavens. Inform the heavens of the divine.

The Wu people are not ignorant of the path of creation. And lead the tribes to be good. Pity.

Although the drum is extremely talented, it has a tyrannical personality and even kills his peers. Driven out of the Wu Clan by the Nine Yin of the Candle.

Later, Luo Hu opened up the Heavenly Demon Realm, and Gu deeply felt into the Demon Dao. The Luo Throat Closing Down Drum has two meanings.

The first is to tell the heavens that the Divine Path has no class.

The second point, most importantly, is to send a signal of reconciliation to the witches.

At that time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches reconciled Luo’s vendetta with this moment with Pangu’s body. But now.

The drum died.

Died under the true flames of the sun.

“Demons, deceive people too much!!”

Zhu Rong’s face was flushed, and the death of Kwa Luo and Father Kwa had made Zhu Rong extremely angry.

And the little guy who had just been born and held his own thigh, uncle, uncle screamed was actually dead at the hands of the demon tribe now.

This made Zhu Rong how to endure.

“Don’t you think that we are really afraid that he will not succeed!” Again and again, again and again provocation! ”

Xuan Hao’s voice said coldly.

Di Jiang frowned.

The flood is not the only place, and there are infinite worlds in the outside world to spy on the flood. This is the consensus of all the Da Luo.

And that’s when that happened. Di Jiang couldn’t help but carefully speculate about the deep meaning. Be aware.

The drum is not only the son of the Nine Yin of the Candle, but also one of the representatives of the Wu Clan. It represents the concept of the creation of the Wu people.

It was once told to heaven and earth. Now the true spirit does not exist.

It was equivalent to punching the witch in the face alive. This thing.

Tough to say.

However, it is more serious than the previous big war that everyone pretended to do.

“It is true that the sun is indeed a true flame.”

This is the candle nine yin slowly opening.

“Although we and Emperor Jun are not compatible, but with his dismissive nature, the rest of the reborn little Jin Wu will not be able to appear in the world.”

And the drum was injured in the Terran race.

First ask the Terrans to find out. ”

The candle nine yin returned to the silence of the past.

He said indifferently and sternly.

As he represents, time, years, never change because of any emotion.

Then he looked at the rest of the ancestral witches and stood up slightly.

“So, I go too.”

Then he stood up and walked out step by step. Invisibly, a touch of rhyme emerges.

It was as if the door to countless years had opened at this moment. In the Terran Temple.

Shi Haoshi and other powerful human races have now reached the peak of Taiyi.

They listened to the Nest Clan talk about today’s events. The son of the Nine Shades of Candles and the eccentric old man.

Caught their attention.

“The old man who makes you feel close.”

A Terran strong man groaned, “Could it be that there is a great relationship with my Terran race?”

If it were not for the Fuxi Great Sage, if it were not for the Fuxi Great Sage, the human race would probably no longer exist! ”

“Maybe it’s really possible, but the Great Sage of Fuxi wants to protect us!”

“Without the protection of the Great Sage, I will sweep everything away!”

Shi Hao’s body was radiant, and after the death of the Fu Ren Clan, he waited to carry the battle flag of the human race.

Xiu Wei traveled thousands of miles a day, and even had signs of peeking through Da Luo. However, it was at a time when many Terran powerhouses were discussing.

Su Mingshi, who had been silent, looked at a void and muttered, “The great catastrophe is coming!” Altar! ”

Thundered!!

The endless years collapsed, and a crimson figure descended from the Terran Temple, collapsing everything.

The ancestor of time, the Nine Yin of the Candle, descended on the Terran race at this moment.