Great Slaughter System

"Ahem!"

The Yaozun coughed, and the broken pieces of internal organs spurted out of the Yaozun's mouth along with the fresh blood.

The Yaozun didn't wipe it, but looked at Shen Lang standing proudly in the void with dim eyes.

"Shen Lang, you really didn't disappoint me. I have fought countless battles in my life, and no one has ever been able to defeat me, but you have defeated me. It seems that this era is your era."

The Yaozun coughed while talking, and blood flowed out of his mouth as if he didn't want the money.

Shen Lang looked at the embarrassed Yaozun indifferently, and sighed softly. As Shen Lang's sigh fell, the terrifying aura on his body also began to fade, and finally returned to Shen Lang's original aura.

"Yaozun, although you were defeated, you have also created your own brilliance. Even the people of later generations will never forget you."

Shen Lang didn't talk nonsense, the Yaozun is indeed worthy of respect, he can rely on his own strength to break through to the half-step Ancestral Realm, and his talent is no less than that of Guan Shengdi. If the Yaozun was not sealed for endless years, I am afraid that even the Ancestral Realm is extremely promising.

Of course, Guan Shengdi is also in the state of a remnant soul, living for endless years. The experience of the two is almost the same, and neither has the opportunity to practice. Otherwise, the strength of Guan Shengdi and Yaozun will definitely not be inferior to the passers-by and Taoist Buddha.

The battle between Shen Lang and the Yaozun had a very wide impact, even in the depths of the starry sky hundreds of millions of miles away, they were all affected by the aftermath of the battle between the two.

In a dark cosmic starry sky, there is nothing here, only endless darkness.

But with the aftermath of the battle between Shen Lang and the Yaozun, a little light suddenly appeared, and the light became bigger and bigger, and finally illuminated the entire darkness.

The light finally turned into a piece of golden light, and this place seemed to have turned into a golden world, with pieces of golden lotus flowers appearing, sacred and solemn.

"Brother, how old is it?"

An old, middle-aged voice sounded.

"I don't know, it should be tens of thousands of years?"

As the voice fell loudly, another voice sounded slowly.

The golden world fell silent for a short while, the voices of the two fell, and there was no more sound, but after the voices of the two disappeared, eight figures suddenly appeared on the golden lotus.

These people are all wearing bright red cassocks, yellow monk robes, and ring scars on their heads. Among the eight people, there are old people, middle-aged people, and young people in different shapes.

Some people pinch flowers with their hands, others fold their hands together, and some point to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, which represents the only one who is the only one.

These eight people are the eight patriarchs of Tianlong Temple, the eight tribes of Tianlong.

Tianlong Babu can be formed by eight people, and the strength can surpass one blow. The combination of eight people is very powerful.

The Eight Tribes left the Zhenwu Continent as early as the ancient times, and all eight of them were in the Realm of the True God at that time, but among the eight, only the Heavenly Congregation and the Dragon Congregation had reached the Ninth Heaven of the True God, and the others were all under the Ninth Heaven.

Originally, the eight of them were also involved in the decisive battle between the true gods and the Yaozun in the Zhenwu Continent, but for some unknown reason, they resolutely left the Zhenwu Continent regardless of the survival of the human race.

Afterwards, the eight tribes of Tianlong disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where they went.

When Shen Lang and the Tianzun from the Palace of Eternal Life made a big disturbance at Tianlong Temple, the incarnations of the eight tribes once came to the Zhenwu Continent to prevent Shen Lang from continuing to persecute Tianlong Temple.

"Brother, our strength has reached the bottleneck, and we can't make any progress even if we continue to practice. It's time to go back and spread the glory of Buddha."

A monk with a masculine face and a stalwart figure said slowly with his palms folded.

"Well, it's about time. We left during the decisive battle with Yao Zun back then, and it's time to go back and give them an explanation."

The monk who spoke was the eldest "Tianzhong" among the Tianlong Babu. The Tianzhong had a kind face, like Maitreya Buddha, and gave people an extremely good impression.

"Brother, judging from the movement just now, one of them must be the Yaozun, but the other breath is relatively unfamiliar and familiar, but it is impossible to guess the identity of that person."

Yashazhong is a stern-faced monk with a thin body and a serious expression.

The crowd shook their heads slightly, "I can't guess the identity of that person, even if I use the power of cause and effect, I can't figure out that person's identity, but we should know all this when we return to Zhenwu Continent."

"Senior brother, can the person who fought against the Yaozun win?"

Garuda asked with a gloomy face.

The crowd pondered for a while, and then said: "That person should be able to win. Judging from his aura, that person's strength should have reached the edge of a breakthrough. He is considered a strong man in the half-step ancestral realm."

"This brother, that person's strength is so powerful, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to complete the dissemination of teachings when we go back."

Kinnaro, with an old face, said worriedly.

"It's okay, let's visit the benefactor first, and study the plan to spread the teachings."

The heavenly people said slowly.

In the Zhenwu Continent, Shen Lang didn't know that the Eighth Patriarch of Tianlong Temple was going to return, but he was still talking about it with the Yaozun.

"Shen Lang, I have never begged for help in my life, but this time may be the first time I beg for help, and it will also be the last time. I wonder if you can give me a living space for the monster race?"

"The monster clan is also a product of heaven. If you exterminate the monster clan, I am afraid that there will be great karma. Survival makes sense."

After Yaozun finished speaking, he stared closely at Shen Lang, waiting for Shen Lang's answer.

The Yaozun had been proud all his life, and he would not have lowered his head if he hadn't come to a dead end, but now that he was about to die, it was time to find a way out for his Yaozu.

Shen Lang thought for a while, but he didn't veto Yao Zun's request. It was indeed as Yao Zun said, since the Yao Clan can be born, it means that they have the value of their existence.

However, although Shen Lang will not exterminate the monster race, he will not give them a chance to survive in the core of Zhenwu Continent. Instead, he said slowly, "I will not let the monster race stay here in the Central Plains, but outside the endless sea, there are countless islands. I can leave it to you as a place to live."

The Yaozun didn't say anything, but smiled with relief. It is already good for the Yaozu to have a place to live. He never expected that Shen Lang would let the Yaozu live in the Central Plains.

Yao Zun's body slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a piece of starlight, blending into the vast universe and starry sky.

"Demon Venerable."

Thousands of demons rang together and turned into billowing thunder, floating in the sky above Zhenwu Continent.

Some human warriors also cheered when they saw Shen Lang's victory, which was in stark contrast to the sorrow of the monster race.