Chapter 2393: Three days and nights

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The vast and deep starry sky, the roar trembled everywhere, and each roar was accompanied by a dreary blood mist, which reddened the Xinghe, and covered the cloud curtain and the ruthless killing of the world. All of them are delicate blood flowers.
"For life, for the Eucharist."
"Imperial! Open your eyes! My tribe is going to be destroyed."
"I fight with you."
These roars, even more loud, came from the great flood and flocks. There were roars, begging for mercy, and mourning, intertwined into a funeral song, and the roar was the death knell for the funeral. To Wanwan Cangsheng made it clear that the heavens are not without people.
puff! puff! puff!
The killing of Emperor Huang didn't stop because of the funeral song and death knell. The Honghuang tribe fleeed all the way, but he, on the other hand, pursued the blood and pursued the killing of Honghuang.
He was killing, monks from all directions followed, all looks indifferent, without mercy.
"Dad, mother, have you seen it? Honghuang has been avenged." Too many people choked, blood and tears in their eyes, hazy memories, always remembering father and mother, hanging on the gate of the city gate, by the Honghuang people The demon, one after another, took away the flesh and bone.
"Yuner, may you have spirit in heaven, the ancestor of the Eucharist, to be fair to us." Too many people wept loudly. In the memory of blood, there is always a gentle wife, a ghost of the Honghuang tribe, Ling. Shame to death, not even a complete body was left.
"Child, Honghuang's blood and debt have been paid." Too many people sobbed, and in the memory of a lot of wounds, there was always a child who was struck by the beasts of the Honghuang tribe, inserted into the war spear, and grilled into a delicious piece of human flesh. , The baby's cry is still ringing.
The face of the world is full of blood and tears, choking, sobbing, and wailing, accompanied by the funeral song and death knell, ringing the world, carrying blood and tears.
Once upon a time, they were also hunted down. Too many homes were flattened by Hong Huang, and too many relatives and friends were slaughtered by Hong Huang. Their memories were all bloody.
Heaven has reincarnation, and Cangtian bypasses who.
Someone came to ask for their blood debts. No one would show mercy or mercy. Some just screamed from the soul. Honghuang suffered a blood debt and needed blood to pay it. The blossoming blood flowers, It will be the best memorial service to the dead.
puff! puff! puff!
The memory of the world is also the memory of Emperor Huang. Every scary and miserable picture, he is a witness, piled up one by one, and ignited a raging anger.
His killing, the coldness of the bones, and the sacred body of Dacheng, have become a demon with millions of dead bodies. He really walks on the mountain of corpses and bleeds blood to seek justice for Wancang.
"Heaven forgiveness is forgiving; man is wrongful and cannot live."
On the world's underworld, Emperor Ming is watching. Emperor's eyes are calm and without mercy. He has lived longer than Emperor Huang, and he has seen more than Emperor Huang. His monstrous anger is even worse. On several occasions, I almost went to the heavens to settle the Honghuang people.
Unfortunately, he can't go, he can only be a spectator, let Emperor Huang, complete this wish for him, since the underworld can smell the blood of Hong Huang, and also extinguish the hatred since ancient times.
I don't know when, Shi Luo Yan Luo climbed up to Jieming Mountain, neatly in a row, standing behind the Emperor Ming, watching the Emperor Huang killing silently, and there was no mercy in his eyes.
For many years, the Emperor Huang had fought alone for the five emperors. This is their ten people. Once again, they saw the Emperor Huang's shot. It wasn't the demon that killed the Emperor, but they were really happy.
puff! puff! puff!
The blood flowers of the heavens are still blooming, and every star field is full, and the mourning of the Honghuang tribe is full of words, and all the way to flee, many people are slaughtered.
The scene of history is still so strikingly similar.
This kind of state of mind can only be understood by the flood-stricken people.
Just as long ago, the Empress of the Red Lotus sacrificed the fire of the Red Lotus and burned the eight desolate gods.
In that war, I don't know how many Honghuang people were killed to extinction.
In this battle, although there is no Empress of Honglian, there is a great emperor's body desert, and it is even more red lotus. It is necessary to continue the fierce name of the emperor, and let the flood-desolated clan once again be dead and bloody.
The killing lasted three days and three nights.
The Great Emperor's Desolation Emperor, who killed three days and three nights, really caught up with the most desolate side of the universe.
Behind him, there are countless dead mountains piled by the body of Honghuang; there are also countless blood rivers gathered by the blood of Honghuang, creating a hell.
At the end of the starry sky, he stood on his feet, stepping on the chaos fairy light, bathing in the doomsday glory, the back of the mighty shore was bleak, and the golden sacred body had become red, and even strands of long hair were dyed. With red, all the blood is scarce.
On the other side of the Xinghe, the monks stood and looked at them. Although there was only one Xinghe across, the back of Emperor's Desolation seemed to be farther than a dream, beyond sight.
"God! That's god!" Xie Yun looked in awe, looking forward to go and kneel.
Not only him, too many juniors, too many seniors, but also this intense impulse, it is the of war, the slain Honghuang corpse becomes a mountain, the blood flows into the river, for the strangled injustice, escaped due justice, let the Of the Honghuang tribe, the blood debt was paid.
"With him sitting in the heavens, Wanyu can be peaceful." Dong Huang chuckled too.
"Time to find him to practice." The Lord touched his chin.
In this words, not only the emperors, the gods, the peak quasi-perfect emperors, all looked at each other, all of them squinted, scanning up and down, and those eyes looked like they were engraved with a sentence : Before you go, don't forget to leave your baby to you.
"Don't make trouble." The Lord coughed dryly. "It's not desperate to study."
"You have to say that, grandson Sun also thought of two moves."
"It's yours, you can't do more with half a trick, a fart."
"The old man's finger counted, this metaphor is very vivid."
"Look at the posture of the Eucharist, are you ready to kill again?" The son of the plane lingered.
This remark provoked the monks in heaven, all looking forward to the Emperor Wilderness.
The Honghuang people suffered heavy casualties in this battle. I do n’t know how many were slaughtered, but they also escaped a lot. There is no way. The Honghuang people have many people, and the emperor is nearly ten million, not to mention the younger generation. Continue to kill, will flatten the flood wild clans.
In the spotlight, Emperor Huang raised his eyes slightly, and said nothing to him. He seemed to be able to see the world between the two worlds, the world under the mountains, and the world under the mountains.
His evil spirits are still strong, every trace is as heavy as the eight thousand feet giant Yue, with the power of destruction, even the peak quasi-empire, dare not jump forward.
"Kill or stay, you don't need to look at the emperor." The Emperor Ambush indifferently, holding a hip flask, drinking a little wine leisurely, confessing that the emperor could hear it, this is the tacit understanding between the supreme.
Emperor Huang didn't say a word, slowly closed his eyes, and in the world's attention, moved his footsteps.
His movements, the hearts and minds of all the heavens were also affected, one by one, their eyes were shining, and at a glance, the Dacheng Holy Body did not kill it! Going to Honghuangzudi.
"The sacks are all ready to pick up treasures."
During the follow-up, not only the juniors, but even the elders, began to count their own storage bags. I am not sure if the Emperor Famine will destroy the flood famine, but the baby must be collected.
In this way, the imperial wasteland came forward, stepping on nothingness, and straddling the star domain.
Behind him, the monks of the heavens, hula la, followed one by one, covering the old waist, followed by their servants, and were very motivated to say that they like to go to the ancestral land of the Honghuang great clan, all of them were in the famine and lived ashes Level, how can there be less baby.
As a result, the scene of the starry sky is quite seductive.
At first glance, Emperor Huang is like carrying a handle, domineering side leakage.
At first glance, the monks in the heavens, like his younger brother, explained a well-established plot since ancient times: the boss is upset, and he will take the younger brothers to the scene.