“…”

Yang Yu crossed through the void, without looking at the person below, nor saying anything.

He had nothing to say. Is it useful to reason with these people in the face of death?

Useless!

These people have even admired and amazed because of Yang Yu's reputation in the battle of Donghai.

But, so what can this be done?

The death of these people is about to face is the killing of the Primitive Lake. In this case, all peerless geniuses are bullshit in their eyes!

At this moment, they were not strong enough, otherwise they would definitely attack him, capture Yang Yu, and send him to Yuanshihu to commit suicide in front of Yuangu's tomb.

But it is obvious that Yang Yu has nothing to care about all this. Why do he need to explain to these people during his life?

He appears now not because of the millions of miles of land that may be slaughtered by the Primitive Lake next, but for the millions of human races that have already stained the earth with blood!

He Yang is not a saint, but if Yuanshihu used this kind of blood killing 100,000 miles to shock and force him Yang Yu, he would naturally not be without perverts.

Compare to kill?!

He, Yang Yu, is not afraid of anyone!

Yang Yu left, and the insults in the ancient city were ignored by Yang Yu like air. After walking across the earth, Yang Yu came to the bloody land of 100,000 miles.

Yang Yu did not go to Primitive Lake immediately, but stepped into this land. He did not fly, but began to move forward step by step, and finally chanting the magical proof.

At this time, Yang Yu was like a monk, walking around the world and saving the dead people on this land.

Walking a hundred thousand miles above the ground, Yang Yu was like a divine deity, and his whole body turned into gold. The magic technique in his mouth also emerged with Yang Yu's special state at this moment, wisps of golden divine light and runes, intertwining each other, brushing and saving every place he walked through.

The blood dyed the earth ten thousand miles red and turned into a purgatory on earth.

However, at this moment, with Yang Yu's arrival and walking on this land, this land began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

All the blood color faded away, the dry bones and mottled blood color faded away, and the gold color around Yang Yu was like a real miracle, which made all of this dissipate, replaced by a lush green.

Lush grass grew from the ground, and beside Yang Yu, there were countless human creatures in the golden divine light, as if they were transformed into souls without resentment and thoughts dissipated between heaven and earth, as if they had gone to reincarnation.

"Can the God-Duan Art... still be used like this?"

All the powerful people of the human race followed Yang Yu. At this moment, as the naked land began to decline rapidly, his face was shocked to look at Yang Yu.

They could guess that the power of saving power belonged to Yang Yu must come from the inheritance of the Emperor of Nanling - the God-Divine Art!

However, it is too alternative to treating the method of saving the gods as the general usage of the Buddhist sutra of the Desert in the Western Desert.

Because I have never heard of such a use of the Divine Art. This is the sacred art of the Emperor of Nanling, which can transform the origins of the kings and suppress them!

However, regardless of whether the Divine Art can be used in this way, at least the scene of bleeding and drifting over the earth for hundreds of thousands of miles has disappeared and regained its vitality. This is a good thing.

"Dong Zun, come to Primitive Lake to teach you, otherwise tomorrow, my Primitive Lake will start killing again and slaughter your human race in a million miles of area!"

When Yang Yu appeared, the ancient royal family of Primitive Lake also quickly got the news. On that day, an ancient ancestor king came out to speak, and the holy sound spread throughout the land near Primitive Lake.

And this naturally reached Yang Yu's ears. Every powerful human race had heard it on this bloody land.

This time, Yang Yu stopped and looked in the direction of the Primitive Lake without saying a word.

After a long time, a sharp aura suddenly burst out in Yang Yu's eyes, as if a divine light that was extremely dazzling sweeping across the world.

The next second, a battle halberd appeared in Yang Yu's hand, and then it was thrown out directly by Yang Yu, turning into a pitch-black meteor, crossing the sky!

"boom!"

Not long after, in front of the gate of the Primitive Lake, a black war halberd fell from the sky and directly bombarded and penetrated into the habitat of the Primitive Lake, destroying most of it, and the divine power intensified the entire Primitive Lake!

"Tomorrow, bloody pudding of the original lake!"

And within this halberd, a cold shout came out, sweeping across the ancient royal family of the Primitive Lake, with a strong murderous aura!

"Dong Zun, tomorrow is your death!"

The ancient royal family of Primitive Lake was angry, and someone came out to shout again, with the murderous intent as strong as it was without any concealment!

However, Yang Yu was still concerned this time. After fighting the Battle of the Sky Sphur, Yang Yu began to chant the magic technique again, and washed the 100,000 miles of naked earth.

One day and one night, when Yang Yu completely saved the land of 100,000 miles, it was indeed the second day.

At this moment, Yang Yu also came to a place at the last moment - Primitive Lake!

"Blooding millions of miles, come out and let me see how you Primitive Lake will be bloody!"

Yang Yu's eyes were cold. After coming to Primitive Lake, he raised his hand and shot it. The Zhantian halberd shot out from the Primitive Lake, with wisps of blood stained on it.

"Dong Zun, come in my primitive lake and slaughter yourself in front of the ancient prince's tomb, otherwise we will start to slaughter your human race's millions of miles now!"

In the Primitive Lake, an extremely cold and angry voice came out at this moment, with a murderous intent.

"A defeated general is just a defeated general, and he doesn't even accompany me to understand easily. Who would have asked me to kneel down? Are you dreaming during the day?"

Yang Yu spoke indifferently, his tone filled with cold irony.

"Dong Zun, our Primitive Lake doesn't mind letting you be infatuated for thousands of years before killing you, and becoming the eternal sinner of the human race!"

In the primitive lake, another cold sound rang out, with a sense of coldness.

"Why do you have to talk nonsense? I am here today, but I want to see who can take a step from the Primitive Lake!"

Yang Yu smiled indifferently, and the Battle of the Sky in his hand was directly inserted into the earth. A vast and majestic fighting spirit swept out from Yang Yu's body.

"Hmph, so what if you break through to the Great King? You are the only one, no matter how strong you are, you can't go against the sky. Facing the ancient royal family, you will realize your powerlessness and weakness!"

In the Primitive Lake, someone finally stepped out, a saint king, five ancient ancestor kings, and a hundred immortals and three kings who killed the Tao.

And these people are the ancient tribe of the Primitive Lake who killed 100,000 miles of blood last time!

"Weak? Powerless?"
Chapter completed!