I have received the gift from the nomadic giant sacred tree and also learned the true meaning of the existence of Youhen Star. However, Youhen Star has become a puppet for those descendants again and again. It is second only to Pangu, who created the human race. Nuwa, the oldest god, and one of the dragon spirits advocated by the world. It must have been the earth mother worshipped by the primitive and weak human race millions of years ago.

Now its consciousness is turbid, its spiritual wisdom disappears, leaving only a huge ancestral body and an instinct of existence. Even so, it has never escaped the fate of being exploited and enslaved!

Zhu Minglang held the Red Ding Sword tightly. He understood why he hated Ji Yuanye so much and why he could not forgive the Soul Flag Master!

If the mother of the earth can trample on and blaspheme, there is no meaning of existence between creatures and creatures!

Red Sun Sword, Vermilion Bird!

The world has turned into a vast furnace, the fireworks burned the sky, and the light of the sword blade has become the only sky light in this world!

In the eyes of the world, the day and the night quickly alternate. It was not that the naive darkness or the sky suddenly became bright, but that Zhu Minglang's sword flame had already overwhelmed the sky. The original day was like a dim night. When Zhu Minglang burst out the sword of the Red Sun, the sky suddenly appeared!!

Zhu Minglang penetrated into the sky and turned into an ancient vermilion bird, which was as red as red, hitting the red ghost-scar star!

Zhu Minglang did not want to increase any pain from Youhenxing. He would not cut off Youhenxing's claws of the world-destroying world, nor would he break Youhenxing's head. He did not want to hurt Youhenxing's slightest. He just wanted to use this sword to penetrate the fiery heart of Youhenxing!

The heart of Youhenxing Star is also devastated. It has long been exhausted, but it is still beating for the ancient belief.

It's time to rest.

Zhu Minglang felt that Youhenxing Star needed a real long sleep, not that the soul was still enslaved after the body was disintegrated.

Zhu Minglang's greatest kindness is that he is fierce enough when he sets out his sword so that Youhenxing can kill you instantly!

Youhenxing star's eyes stared at Zhu Minglang. For a moment, it seemed to sense the bond between Zhu Minglang and it. This kind of sympathy between the ancient gods made Zhu Minglang even capture a trace of guilt.

Zhu Minglang felt a trace of guilt from Youhenxing Star. Its old eyes seemed to be saying sorry to Zhu Minglang. It shouldn't have trampled Beidou Shenzhou into that appearance!

"Raise your paws!!!" Ji Yuanye roared wildly.

Even the ancestor dragon like Zhu Jiuyin could not resist Ji Yuanye's orders, but this Houtu Dragon seemed to have retained such a slight sense of character in such a desperate situation.

It did not raise its claws. It could clearly defend, at least it used the claw of the world to eliminate Zhu Minglang's pervasion of sword force, but Youhenxing Xing did not make this defensive move!

The more Zhu Minglang sympathizes with Youhenxing Star, the more he concentrates his strength at the tip of the sword!

The soul flag master can not only make dragon spirits into dragon flags, but also live people.

When one day the soul flag master controls human slave souls to kill their close relatives, no matter who kills whom,

All pain is indescribable and it distorts a person's basic beliefs!

Zhu Minglang has already felt the terror of the soul flag at this moment. He also hopes to open up a clean starry sky so that Youhen Star can swim in the starry sky without any erosion, quietly protecting the various creatures living on it. The years change and the creatures continue.

In fact, the vast and dazzling Nine Heavens Fields are now one after another of the Houtu dragons evolved from Lichuan, Jiting, Tianshu, Beidou, Jiaosu, Juntian, Jiuye

How could it become like this, chaotic, fragmented, and without any bottom line!

The gods kept mentioning God.

But in fact, every god does not want a real God.

Therefore, when they saw a person who was expected to become a god, they would come to stop him from everything and turn into the mountains of heavenly souls before them!

A sword penetrated through, facing the heart!

The bright red star heart stopped beating the moment the sword passed, and the huge soul body was also disintegrating, like a sand dune with a strong wind blowing away from its outline, slowly dissipating!

Zhu Minglang stood on a high place, looking at these red dust, and there were still countless obstacles standing in the hazy world. For some reason, a figure suddenly appeared in Zhu Minglang's mind, and a woman's figure was also echoed.

She is under the osmanthus tree, sometimes holy and noble, sometimes resentful and as evil as a demon.

Zhu Minglang shook his head and disappeared from his mind, but her sharp laughter and words could not be removed.

"You're the same as us after all."

"Do you think I have never devoted everything to the world? Be kind to them will only make you have no bottom line, and be generous to them will only be ridiculed and used. So what if you are the God of Heaven and Survey? Everyone can become an evil god. You can't kill them all, kill them endlessly, only reshape, only reshape, before reshape, everything must be destroyed!!"

Zhu Minglang knew that this was the voice of the Xuan Ge God. She died, so she didn’t plant a demon in her heart!

No one will truly die. As long as it exists in this world, something will be left behind, even if it is just a small change that makes people make.

The appearance of Youhen Star reminded Zhu Minglang of the hardships of Beidou Shenzhou and worked hard to carry out godly changes and struggles, but this did not seem to make Beidou Shenzhou better.

No wonder the Xuan Ge God would keep his soul dispersed under the Gui Shen Tree and would wantonly mock himself a hundred years later.

Zhu Minglang took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually turned red. In this mountain of ghosts and demons, Zhu Minglang even lost his patience. His heart and soul gradually overlapped with the self in the dragon gate. In order to climb to the ninth level, he killed endlessly, and all the enemies were hindering him!

The familiar power and familiar sense of killing reappeared in the thunder tribulation of thousands of incarnations. Zhu Minglang slowly raised the Red Ding Sword dyed with blood from the dark stars in his hand. The spiritual realm was opened and the dragons came to the world without spitting out a word. These dragons who were born and died with Zhu Minglang rushed to the Soul Mountain and drowned in the Thunder Abyss God Tribulation!!

Isn’t this Lei Yuan a microcosm of the Ninth Level of Dragon Gate!

A hundred years of reincarnation has experienced more than a hundred years. Every reincarnation is no less than a lifetime. Every life starts from the bottom and then climbs to the ninth heaven. The hardships experienced in this are far greater than everything you have experienced in the dragon gate.

But why do I only remember the world outside the dragon gate??
Chapter completed!