Chapter 2393 3 Days and 3 Nights

Chapter 2393 three days and three nights

boom! boom! boom!

The vast and deep starry sky, the rumbling sound trembled all over the world, every rumbling sound was accompanied by a monstrous blood mist, dyeing the galaxy red, covering the blood-colored cloud curtain for the world, ruthless killing, also covered the light of the world, Some are full of delicate blood flowers.

"Forgive your life, the Eucharist spare your life."

"Great Emperor! Open your eyes! My clan is about to perish."

"I fought with you."

These roars, and even more rumblings, came from the great clan of the Great Wilderness. There were roars, beggings, and wailings, which were interwoven into a funeral song, and the rumbling sound was the death knell of the burial. It is announced to all living beings in all regions that the heavens are not alone.

puff! puff! puff!

Emperor Huang's slaughter did not stop because of the funeral song and death knell. The Honghuang people fled all the way, but he was chasing and killing all the way, and the Honghuang heart collapsed.

He was killing, and the cultivators of the heavens followed all the way, all expressions were indifferent and merciless.

"Father, mother, have you seen it? Honghuang has been punished." Too many people choked up, the blood and tears in their eyes dimmed their memories, and they always remembered their father and mother, who were hanged on the city gate and were killed by the Honghuang clan. The devil, knife after knife, slashed flesh and bone.

"Yun'er, may you have a spirit in the sky, the ancestors of the Holy Body, seek justice for us." Too many people cried, and in the bloody memory, there was always a gentle wife who was killed by the evil spirits of the Honghuang tribe. Bullying and humiliation to death, not even a complete corpse was left.

"Children, the flood debt has been paid for by blood." Too many people sobbed. In their riddled memories, there is always a baby child who was inserted into a war spear by the beasts of the flood clan and roasted into a delicious piece of human flesh. , the baby's cry, is still resounding.

The faces of the world are full of blood and tears, choking, sobbing, and wailing. It is also accompanied by the funeral song and the death knell, which rang all over the world, carrying blood and tears.

Once upon a time, they were also the one who was hunted down. Too many homes were flattened by the floods, and too many relatives and friends were slaughtered by the floods. Their memories were all bloody.

Heaven has reincarnation, who does the sky bypass.

Their blood debts, someone will finally come to pay, no one will show mercy or pity, some are just roars from the soul, Honghuang has suffered a blood debt, and it needs blood to repay, that blooming blood flower, It will be the best tribute to the dead.

puff! puff! puff!

The memory of the world is also the memory of Emperor Huang. Every bloody and miserable picture, he is a witness, one after another piles up, burning into a monstrous anger.

His slaughter, icy cold to the bone, the great body of the Holy Body, has become a demon god who has buried millions of corpses.

"God's sins can be forgiven; people's sins can't live."

On the Jie Ming Mountain, Emperor Ming is also watching. The emperor's eyes are calm and unwavering, and there is no pity. He has lived longer than Emperor Huang, and he has seen more than Emperor Huang. His anger is even more than Emperor Huang. , There were so many times that he almost went to the heavens and stepped on the prehistoric tribe.

It's a pity that he can't go there, so he can only be a spectator, and let Emperor Huang fulfill this long-cherished wish for him. Since the underworld can smell the blood of Hong Huang, it will also quench the hatred that has existed since ancient times.

I don't know when, the Ten Temple Yama climbed up the Jie Ming Mountain, stood in a neat row, stood behind Emperor Ming, silently looking at Emperor Huang Slaughter, and there was no pity in his eyes.

For many years, since Emperor Huang fought the five emperors alone, this is ten of them. Once again, when Emperor Huang took a shot, it was not the devil who killed, but the people of Honghuang, and it was really fun to watch.

puff! puff! puff!

The blood flowers of the heavens are still blooming, filling every star field, and the wailing of the Honghuang people is full of words, and countless people have been slaughtered along the way.

The historical scene is still so strikingly similar.

This kind of state of mind can only be understood by the people of Honghuang.

It was just like eternity ago, when the Red Lotus Empress sacrificed the Red Lotus Karmic Fire and burned the gods of the Eight Desolates.

In that battle, I don't know how many Honghuang tribes were killed to the point of extinction.

And in this battle, although there is no Red Lotus Empress, there is a Great Accomplished Holy Body Emperor Huang, and even more Red Lotus. To continue the fierce name of the Empress, let the Great Desolate clan once again die in a sea of ​​blood.

The killing lasted for three days and three nights.

Dacheng Holy Body Emperor Huang, also killed for three days and three nights, really caught up to the most extreme wasteland in the universe.

Behind him, there are countless mountains of corpses, piled up by the corpses of the floods; there are also countless rivers of blood, gathered by the blood of the floods, turning the world into a bloody hell.

At the end of the starry sky, he stood as if standing, stepping on the chaotic fairy light, bathed in the radiance of the end of the day, his back was majestic and bleak, the holy body that was originally golden, has turned crimson, and even strands of long waving hair are dyed. Red, all the blood of the wild.

On the other side of the galaxy, the cultivators of the heavens stood there, staring blankly. Although there was only a star river, the back of Emperor Huang seemed to be farther than a dream, out of reach.

"God! That's God!" Xie Yun was full of awe and wanted to go forward and bow down.

It's not just him, too many juniors, too many seniors, also have this strong impulse, it is the god of war, who kills mountains of bones and rivers of blood, escaped justice for the wronged souls who died in vain, let the damned. The prehistoric tribe, the blood debt was paid for by blood.

"With him in charge of the heavens, Wanyu will be at peace." Donghuang Taixin chuckled lightly.

"Taking time, I want to find him to practice." The Holy Venerable touched his chin.

These words, not only the emperors, the gods, and the peak quasi emperors all looked over, all of them squinted and swept up and down this fellow, those eyes seemed to be engraved with a sentence : Before you go, don't forget to leave the baby with us.

"Don't make trouble." The Holy Venerable coughed dryly, "Let's learn from each other, not desperately."

"If you want to say that, my old grandson has also thought of two tricks."

"As far as you are concerned, there can be no more half-assaults. It's a fart."

"The old man pinched his fingers, this metaphor is very vivid."

"Looking at the posture of the Holy Body, are you still ready to kill again?" Son of Plane said leisurely.

This remark provoked all the monks in the heavens to look at Di Huang.

The Honghuang tribe suffered heavy casualties in this battle. I don’t know how many were slaughtered, but they also escaped. There is no way. There are too many people in the Honghuang tribe. If you continue to kill, you will flatten the Great Desolate Clan.

Under the attention of all the people, Di Huang raised his eyes slightly, without saying a word, only looking at the mist, as if he could see the world of Ming and Ming, see the mountain of Ming and the Emperor of Ming on the mountain of Ming.

His suffocating aura is still strong, and the strands are as heavy as a giant mountain of 8,000 meters, and it is fused with the power of destruction.

"Kill or stay, you don't need to look at this emperor." Emperor Ming said indifferently, holding a jug, drinking a small wine leisurely, admitting that Emperor Huang could hear it, and even the tacit understanding between him.

Di Huang said nothing, closed his eyes slowly, and moved his footsteps under the attention of the world.

His movement, the hearts of the heavens are also affected, one by one, their eyes are shining, and at a glance, you can see that the Holy Body of Great Completion is not happy! Going to the ancestral land of the great wasteland.

"The sacks are ready, ready to pick up treasures."

In the follow, not only the juniors, but even the seniors have begun to count their storage bags. It is not sure whether the emperor will destroy the floods, but the treasures must be collected.

In this way, Emperor Huang is in front, stepping on nothingness and crossing the star field.

Behind him, the monks of the heavens, hula la, followed one after another, clutching their old waists, walking one after the other, quite self-motivated, and said that they liked to stroll in the ancestral land of the Great Desolate Clan. Level, how can you miss the baby.

Therefore, the scene of the starry sky is quite eye-catching.

At first glance, Emperor Huang is like carrying a handle, domineering sideways.

At first glance, the monks in the heavens are like his younger brothers, which well interprets a plot that has existed since ancient times: the boss is unhappy, and he has to take the younger brothers to smash the scene.