The sky in Snow City was turbulent and cloudy. After the cracks of the undead were forcibly closed by Gu Chen, the bright moon intertwined with the secret blood poured down quietly like flowing water.

Po Jun looked at him thoughtfully, and saw that with a movement of his wrist, Gu Chen's divine power scabbard finally revealed its sharp blade. He immediately reassembled the magic blade and stared at the opponent's every move. The next moment,

The two blades of sword energy collided together, and the sharp light and shadow swept across the devastated city, shaking the ruins scattered on the ground again. With one move, the two of them took a step back, and at the same time secretly raised their strength to stabilize their wrists, and then struck again.

Gu Chen has clearly gained the upper hand. Xiao Qianye's movements have become smoother than ever before, as if this unfamiliar sword movement has become a part of his body. He can raise his hands, stamp his feet, turn around, and step sideways, and he can do any movement skillfully.

Lead Gu Chen to attack the opponent together!

The first time Di Zhong taught him the Six Styles was during the battle with the Phantom Demon in Kunlun Mountain. At that time, he had a glimpse of this sword technique. Even though he became more and more proficient in the subsequent battles, he became more and more skilled.

Steady, but only he knows that there has always been an invisible barrier, which has made him incomprehensible from beginning to end. But now, Gu Chen seems to be a part of him, the blade is like his bones, and the sword energy is like his blood.

, as long as he moves, Gu Chen can respond at the same time.

This was an experience he had never had before in his many years of martial arts practice. He was so hearty and intoxicated that he no longer adhered to the limitations of moves. He started from the heart and stopped from the heart.

Po Jun gave a cold compliment. The fight in just a few minutes seemed to bring him back to the original Battle of Beidou in an instant. Hundreds of drifting islands were pulled together, and after the collision, they merged into a giant drifting island with a vast area.

, all political power and customs collapsed in an instant. He suddenly opened his eyes from the endless killing and bloodshed, and looked ruthlessly at the various floating islands filled with greed and selfish desires. He was in the dark.

A murmuring message spread to the bottom of everyone's heart - as long as you get his power, you can become the god of this continent.

From then on, a war that lasted for hundreds of years began. Small countries were directly annexed. After the destruction of the country, the floating islands ushered in a new round of bloodbath. The big countries were intrigues and intrigues. The high-ranking officials were like smiling tigers.

Power stirred up silently in the darkness, and was annihilated by stronger hands in the night without leaving a trace. After decades of melee, even the lowest level civilians took up arms in unison.

They gathered together to form gangs, which gradually expanded from villages to towns, and slowly besieged the imperial capital. Some of them pulled down the royal family and killed them with swords, while others were purged, slaughtered and discarded like pigs and dogs.

Po Jun watched calmly in the dark, watching as every inch of the land was stained with blood, and the bones spread thousands of miles and piled up into mountains. The victors held their wine glasses high and cheered, while the losers crawled in the mud and gasped.

Such a beautiful scene, the lives devoured by the war turned into invisible forces, like trickling water, gathering into his body little by little - Demon God and Evil Star, this is the respectful name for him by all ignorant people, even occasionally he

The afterimages that were casually transformed on a whim would be received with respect by the king. Those aloof kings in gorgeous brocade robes knelt grovelingly in front of his shadow, as small and weak as ants. No matter what harsh demands he made, they

They will execute it without hesitation. I still remember that in a certain big country in the East, the young emperor received his order and changed his past loving image. He killed his wife and children with his own hands and made delicacies for the officials. He was the first to do so.

He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and took the first bite without hesitation. In the end, he even broke the bones and swallowed them all.

On the other side of the continent, in the Kingdom of Northland, there was also a kind and filial emperor who cooked his parents alive and threw them to his pet dogs, just to gain his appreciation and gain stronger power.

He could make these people with ulterior motives get their wishes by just moving his fingers. He gave the emperor in the east a rib and the emperor in the north a leg bone, and watched them ecstatically treat the saints with the highest etiquette of their country.

The creature enshrined the Shura bones, and then slaughtered more lives to draw strength according to the method he instructed. Soon they each assembled an astonishingly large army, trying to sweep away their opponents and take their territory into their pockets.

This protracted war lasted for thirty years. When the original young people finally reached their forties, the long-term killings had wiped out all humanity. From the top to the common people in both countries, everyone was bloodthirsty and cruel, not to mention treating each other.

Enemies, even comrades with whom they disagree, can turn against each other in an instant.

And he was still enjoying this blood feast in the void every day, until one day, a bright red-haired young man came uninvited. He was able to unscrupulously pass through the barrier of the broken army and stand directly in front of him, ignoring what was in front of him.

Known as the "Devil God and Evil Star", he looked at this empty world with a curious look. He carried a long red sword on his back, with blazing fire flowing on the blade. After looking at it repeatedly

After several rounds, he finally cast his gaze over without fear and called out his real name: "Po Jun."

This is the first person in a hundred years to call him by his name accurately, and in a very calm tone, no longer respectfully treating him as a "demon god and evil star".

He and this young man looked at each other quietly. He had extremely powerful surging divine power, and it was clear and solid. It was indeed not something that should be found in the human world. This also reminded him of some rumors he had heard over the years.

The words widely circulated as legends on thousands of drifting islands suddenly came to my ears: "On the top of the clouds in the sky, there are thousands of drifting islands, suspended in the wild, like big stars dotting the world. There are clouds beyond the clouds, and there is a sky beyond the sky. On the top of the drifting islands

, the place protected by the black dragon is the realm of God, calling the heaven above."

"Up to the heaven." He responded to the other party, then turned to ridicule and said with disdain, "Those fools say that the commanding heights of the sky are the realm of gods and the heaven. However, there is a sky beyond the sky, and the end of the sky is still the sky. Since there is no

If there is no such thing as a commanding height, how can the realm of gods reach the heaven? To put it bluntly, it is just the commanding height of Liudao, and you are just wearing the cloak of false gods and believing that you are gods."

The young man sat cross-legged in front of him, smiled with his lower chin, and replied mercilessly in the same sarcastic tone: "It's just each other, the legendary demon god Po Jun is just a false god, otherwise how could it be possible?"

How about using this method to absorb the power of the soul and use it as your own, so as to gain new life?"

After that, he fiddled with the long red sword casually, and with just a slight click, the fire passed through the void barrier like a meteor, revealing the devastated Liudao below. Although the Upper Heaven Realm is known as the ruler of the Liudao, the young man's

There was not much emotion in his eyes. He looked at the crowd who were still fighting very calmly. His tone of voice could not tell the ups and downs of his emotions. It was as if it was a routine matter. He even said impatiently: "When I come,

Shen Xuan had used the Ghost King's fortune to divine a fortune before. The continent that merged into one after the collision was composed of 425 drifting islands. After a hundred years, nearly a hundred drifting islands on the edge have broken into pieces and fallen into the sky.

The remaining more than 300 floating islands were merged into eight large countries, which were constantly fighting against each other, making the people miserable. Even the birds that passed by and wanted to come down to drink water were killed and used to satisfy their hunger. A few escaped with their lives in danger.

I went out and ran to Zisu to seek medical treatment, and complained to her for a long time."

"Shangtianjie has always stayed out of Liudao's grievances." Po Jun replied slyly, "More than a hundred years have passed, and now I remember that I am the ruler of Liudao? It is too late for the Queen Mother to realize it."

The young man stroked the long sword, and the dangerous flames began to beat at his fingertips. He lowered his head and replied: "The Heaven Realm does not interfere with the grievances of Liudao. Their intrigues and changes of dynasties are not important. What is important is you. You showed up.

Can these four hundred drifting islands and the lives of millions of people satisfy your appetite? If not, where will you go next? Are you going to crash hundreds of drifting islands together and let them injure themselves?

And then you reap the benefits?"

Looking up again, he saw that the young man's pupils were filled with life-threatening fire, exuding a murderous aura just like the equally dazzling long sword in his hand. At this moment, he clearly felt an extreme pressure.

I finally understand why the heavenly realm is revered as the realm of gods.

Flame... suddenly remembered something, and Po Jun's thoughts were instantly pulled back from the distant past to the present, as if a gaze passed through Xiao Qianye and fell directly on the woman behind him.

Pluto's ability can be described as perfect restraint for him. The life force of those who died due to the Beidou Formation resurrected under his hands, and they were able to escape from his control and be used by him. However, "resurrection" is not the same as true rebirth.

The undead souls that were briefly reborn due to the power of Pluto will soon die again in a more cruel way. When this kind of lost and found, gained and lost emotions wanders among the already extremely dangerous undead souls, they will

It will become extremely violent and bloodthirsty, until even Pluto himself is afraid of the magic power of resentment, and he will kill it completely with the fiery sword in his hand.

Pluto's ability is too dangerous, and it is not only a long sword to protect him, but also a shackle to restrain him, and the fire on the sword is exactly the same as the flame on this woman now.

A kind of pure power that he would stay away from, but yet long for.

"You are the sword in his hand..." Po Jun murmured to himself, with a hint of annoyance in his tone, "It's because of that sword that burned more than half of the power of the Beidou Formation to ashes, otherwise the formation would have continued to

Once the giant drifting island that has been the subject of centuries of melee is used by me, the Heavenly Realm must also stay away!"

A hint of understanding smile appeared on Xiao Qianye's lips. The various scenes Po Jun recalled just now actually emerged in front of his eyes bit by bit clearly and picturesquely. Fifteen thousand years ago, for humans,
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