Boom! Bang! Boom!

The vast and deep starry sky, the roaring sound trembles all over the world. Every roar, accompanied by the towering blood mist, dyed the star river red, covered the world, covered the blood clouds, merciless killing, also covered the light of the world, some are full of delicate blood flowers.

"Spare your life, holy body, spare your life."

"The great emperor! Open your eyes! My family is going to be buried. "

"I'll fight with you."

This roar, even more roaring, came from the great families of Honghuang. There were roaring, begging for mercy, and howling, which were interwoven into a funeral song. The roaring sound was the funeral bell of the funeral. It was only for the sake of the flood and famine to announce to all the people that there was no one in the sky.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The killing of Emperor Huang didn't stop because of the funeral song and the death bell. The Honghuang people fled all the way, but he pursued and killed all the way with his blood and bones, and his soul collapsed.

He was killing, and the friars of the heavens followed him all the way, with no pity and indifference.

"Mom and Dad, did you see that? The flood and famine have been rewarded. " Too many people choked, blood and tears in the eyes, hazy memory, always remember father and mother, was hung in the city gate, by the Honghuang evil, knife after knife, cut off the flesh and bone.

"Yun'er, may you have a spirit in heaven. The ancestors of the holy body will ask for justice for us." Too many people wail, bloody memory, there is always a gentle wife, was Honghuang evil spirits, Ling. Humiliation to death, even a complete body is not left.

"My child, I've paid off my debt of blood." Too many people sob. In my memory, there is always a baby in his infancy, who was put on the spear by the animals of Honghuang nationality, and baked into a piece of delicious human flesh. The baby's crying is still resounding.

The faces of the world are full of blood and tears, choking, sobbing, wailing, accompanied by the funeral song and the death bell, ringing all over the world, carrying blood and tears.

Once upon a time, they were also chased and killed. Too many homes were flattened by the flood, and too many relatives and friends were slaughtered by the flood. Their memories are bloody.

There is reincarnation in the way of heaven.

The blood of those who want to pay the debt is the best for those who want blood.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The memory of the world is also the memory of Emperor Huang. He is the witness of every bloody and miserable picture. One by one, he becomes a raging anger.

His killing is cold and cold, and his holy body has become a demon God with millions of corpses. He is really stepping on the corpse mountain and running a sea of blood to seek justice for all the people in the world.

"Heaven's iniquity is forgiven; man's sin is not to live."

On the mountain of Jieming, the emperor of Ming is also watching. The emperor's eyes are calm and have no compassion. He lives longer than the emperor's famine, and he sees more than the emperor's famine. He is extremely angry and even more desolate. Several times, he almost went to the heavens and settled down the Honghuang people.

Unfortunately, he can't go, but he can only be a watcher. Let Emperor Huang fulfill this long cherished wish for him. He can smell the blood of the great famine from the underworld, and also quench the hatred of the ages.

I don't know when, the ten hall Yan Luo climbed up the Jieming mountain in a neat row, standing behind the Ming emperor, silently watching the emperor's famine killing, and there was no pity in his eyes.

How many years have passed since Emperor Huang fought against the five emperors alone. This is ten of them. Once again, when they saw Emperor Huang's attack, they killed not the demons, but the people in the great famine. They really enjoyed themselves.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The blood flowers of the sky are still blooming, full of each star field, and the wail of the Honghuang people is full of words. Countless people have been slaughtered on the way to escape.

The scene of history is still so astonishingly similar.

This kind of state of mind is only understood by the people in great need.

As before, the empress of Honglian sacrificed the fire of Honglian industry and burned the gods of the eight wastelands.

In that war, I do not know how many Honghuang people were killed to extinction.

In this war, although there was no Honglian empress, there was a shortage of Shengti emperor and even more Honglian. It was necessary to continue the ominous name of the empress and let the Honghuang people die again.

The killing lasted three days and three nights.

Dacheng Shengti emperor famine, also killed for three days and three nights, really caught up with the most extreme famine in the universe.

Behind him, there are countless corpse mountains, piled up by the bodies of the flood and famine; there are also countless rivers of blood, gathered by the blood of the flood and famine, which have created a bloody hell.

At the end of the starry sky, he stood as if standing, stepping on the chaotic immortal light, bathed in the light of doomsday, and his back was vast and bleak. His holy body, which was originally golden in color, has become red. Even the long flowing hair has been stained with red color, all of which are the blood of the flood.

On the other side of the Star River, the monks in the sky stood staring. Although there was only a star river separated, the figure of the emperor's famine seemed to be far away from the dream.

"God! That's God Xie Yun's eyes were full of awe, and he wanted to kneel down.

It is not only him, too many younger generations, too many old people, but also have this strong impulse. It is the God of war who killed a mountain of bones and a river of blood. He escaped justice for the unjust soul of unjust death, and let the bloody Honghuang people pay for their blood debts."With him in charge of the heavens, the world will be at peace." Dong Huang Tai Xin chuckles.

"Take time to find him to practice." The saint touched his chin.

These words, not only the emperors, gods and generals, the peak of the quasi emperor, all together looked over, one by one all squint, scanning up and down at this guy, that pair of eyes God son, as if engraved with a sentence: before you go, don't forget to leave the baby for us.

"Don't make any noise." The holy master coughed, "it's not hard to compete."

"If you want to say that, my grandson has also thought about two moves."

"For your size, half a move can't be more, a fart thing."

"I pinch my fingers and calculate. This metaphor is very vivid."

"Look at the posture of the holy body, are you ready to kill again?" You are the son of plane.

This word, provoked all the friars of heaven, all looked to the emperor's famine.

In this battle, the Honghuang people suffered heavy casualties. I don't know how many people were slaughtered, but they also fled a lot. There was no way out. There were so many Honghuang people. The capital of the quasi emperor was nearly ten million, let alone the younger generation. If the anger of the Emperor and the famine did not subside, 80% of them would continue to kill, which would bring down the Honghuang people.

Under the attention of all the people, the Emperor Huang raised his eyes slightly. He did not speak a word, but only looked at the ethereal world. He seemed to be able to see the Ming mountain and the Ming emperor on the boundary mountain.

His evil spirit is still strong, one thread after another, all as heavy as the eight thousand Zhang mountain, melting the power of destruction, even the peak quasi emperor level, dare not rush forward.

"It's not necessary to kill Ben di." The emperor of the underworld, holding a wine pot and drinking a small wine leisurely, admitted that the emperor's famine could be heard. This is the tacit understanding between the supreme masters.

Emperor Huang did not speak, slowly closed his eyes and moved his steps under the world's attention.

He moved, the hearts of all the heaven and man were also affected, one by one, all eyes were shining, a look at it, Dacheng holy body did not kill happy! I want to visit the ancestral land of Honghuang.

"The sacks are ready to pick up treasures."

During the follow-up, not only the younger generation, but also the older generation began to count their own storage bags. It was not sure whether the emperor's famine would destroy the flood and famine, but the treasure must be collected.

In this way, Emperor Huang was in front of him, stepping on Nothingness and crossing the star field.

In the period of Hongda's life, all the old people like to follow their ancestors.

So, the starry scene is quite eye-catching.

How to see, Emperor Huang is like carrying a handle, domineering side leakage.

How to see, the monks in the sky, like his younger brother, have a good interpretation of an ancient plot: the eldest brother is not happy, he has to take his younger brothers to smash the field.