Nine Dragon God Emperor

Whoosh!

Su Chen moved towards the depths of the Huangquan Holy River. Behind him were many reincarnation beasts chasing him, but at this moment, many reincarnation beasts also appeared in front of him.

Su Chen burned his origin and burst into peak combat power, but it couldn't last long. He was already deeply trapped in the herd of reincarnation beasts, and he also felt that the power in his body was rapidly declining.

The yin and yang laws in his hands can no longer be activated.

Su Chen's oil ran out and his lamp ran out, and he was completely at the end of his rope.

"Are you going to die like this? I'm really unwilling to accept it..."

Su Chen's eyes were full of unwillingness.

He fell from the void and crashed into the Yellow Spring Sacred River, causing huge waves.

The reincarnation beasts around him rushed towards him crazily.

There were too many people appearing in front of Su Chen's eyes, including the Master, Emperor Taishi, Shui Liuli and others, as well as Liu Hanyan, Su Ling'er, Lin Ruowei and others. His heart was full of regret and unwillingness.

Unexpectedly, Taishi God Emperor

At the cost of his life, he escaped into the Holy River of Hell and into the Demon Realm, but in the end he could not escape death.

He seems to have failed too many people's expectations.

"Woooo..."

At this moment, a melodious flute sound sounded, like a complaint, melodious and melodious, as if it contained a mysterious magic power.

Su Chen's eyes were half open and half closed, and he saw a mysterious woman appearing on the Huangquan Holy River, playing the bamboo flute.

The reincarnation beasts that originally wanted to pounce on Su Chen, after hearing the sound of the flute, all turned towards the mysterious woman in unison.

"who is she?"

Su Chen's heart was full of doubts.

However, he didn't see the figure of the mysterious woman clearly. His eyes were filled with darkness and he completely passed out.

"You don't deserve to die here, let's go..."

There seemed to be a sigh, and the mysterious woman waved her sleeves. Above the Yellow Spring Holy River, the void shattered. Su Chen's figure sank directly into the void and disappeared.

Saw the trace.

…

In the chaotic void.

Two figures walked in the air, one was an old man with white hair and beard, and the other was a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt and a majestic face.

They seemed to have no aura of cultivation, just like mortals, but the chaotic mist around them automatically dispersed when it touched their bodies, making it seem like a vacuum field was formed around them.

"Are you really not going to take action? Su Chen has damaged his foundation this time and is living in the demon world, in a dilemma between life and death!"

The old Taoist sighed softly.

"This is the calamity he must go through. You should know better than me. If he embarks on this path, he is destined to be an enemy of everyone. What does this little hardship count for?"

The middle-aged man smiled calmly.

"Although you are right, your tempering is too harsh, isn't it? Aren't you afraid of killing Su Chen?"

The old Taoist smiled bitterly.

"He can't die. Without my permission, God can't take him away!"

The middle-aged man said calmly.

"You are still

As conceited as ever! However, you did win a hand in this game. The worlds of gods and demons will probably be in chaos next, and those guys in the sea of ​​chaos may come back. By then, there will be a loss of life, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood! "

The old Taoist said slowly, his voice full of compassion.

"You're just a lackey of heaven, nothing to be afraid of! As for the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the devastation of all living beings, haven't you experienced too little in countless epochs? Is it possible that you have chickened out?"

The middle-aged man smiled calmly.

"How can I be afraid of this strange situation? However, there is not much time left for Su Chen. I hope he can grow up as soon as possible!"

The old Taoist said angrily, with a bit of worry and a bit of expectation in his eyes.

…

Moissanite Mountains.

This is an ancient mountain range on the southwest border of the Demon Realm. It is rolling and has towering ancient trees. It looks mysterious and extraordinary.

A large river named San River flows out from the depths of the Mosang Mountains, passes through a vast land, and flows eastward into the sea.

At the foot of the Moissan Mountains, there is a small tribe.

On this day, a girl wearing coarse cloth was fetching water from the San River and saw a figure floating on the river from a distance.

The figure was washed to the river by the river.

"That is……"

The girl's eyes widened, and after thinking for a moment, she plucked up the courage to run towards the river.

Only then did she realize that it was a young man, covered in blood, his face extremely pale, and his body covered with various scars. He looked like a dead corpse, as if he had no breathing.

"Is it...human race?"

When the girl saw that the young man was a human being, she couldn't help but feel relieved. She quickly tested it and found that there was still a weak breathing, and she knew that this was not a dead body, and the young man was still alive.

"His injuries are so severe that perhaps only the high priest can cure him!"

There was a hint of hesitation in the girl's eyes, but she still dragged the young man ashore, then picked him up and flew towards the tribe.