Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

While Luo Zu was busy, Na Yang finally found the Demon Mountain in the far west.

The demons seemed to understand Yang's purpose. All the big demons in the wild land gathered here. They put aside their past grudges, races, and their hatreds, blocking Yang's way.

The setting sun was like blood, and the north wind was howling, blowing up the long robe Yang was wearing.

Yang looked straight ahead, and there was a group of demons with fangs and claws, blocking the sun and the sky.

Not only in front, but also behind him, there was a large group of demons grinding their teeth and sucking their fingers.

There were also demons covering the left and right, swallowing and spitting out dark demonic energy.

As for the underground, there were already burrowing demons lurking, waiting for an opportunity to move.

At this moment, he had no way to go up to the sky and no door to the earth. Everything he saw and heard was his enemy, and everyone's eyes were red, and they all wanted to fight with him to the death.

Even the Tianzu, who had never taken action, stood by coldly and arrogantly, ready to kill at any time.

But Yang showed no fear. Even though the pungent demonic energy was spitting on his face, he only stared at the towering mountain.

This was his goal this time, and he was determined to take it down.

The threat posed by the demon lord to the human race must be resolved.

There was no room for retreat. Yang was here, and the demon would not let him leave.

And Yang had no intention of retreating.

In an instant, the colorful demonic magic flooded the small area.

No matter what else, as long as Yang could be killed, it would be fine.

But a streak of white light tore the colorful sky apart the next moment, and the sword energy soared into the sky like a bullfight, and the murderous intent filled the field and made it cold.

A streak of scarlet flowers bloomed in the sky, like mosquitoes that had eaten a full meal being slapped to death on the white wall.

The scene was spectacular and tragic. The demon was fearless and wanted to consume every bit of Yang's true energy even if he died, so that other demons could have a chance to kill him.

But they could only face Shangyang's ruthlessness when they fought to the death. He did not regard these demons as his own kind, and would not have any sympathy. Of course, he would not have any grudges when killing them.

If you are not kind, your hands will not be soft, and your sword will be sharp.

Besides, it doesn't matter if his sword is called a demon-slaying sword.

When such a sharp weapon is used to kill demons, it will naturally be invincible. It can also collect the essence of demons for him from time to time, so that he will not be exhausted and unable to continue killing demons.

The more demons he killed, the scarlet Ziying Sword became. Now it is as deep red as ink, and it exudes a strong smell of blood, which makes demons shudder.

But no demon retreated, and they all fought with Yang.

Kill, kill, kill!

Die, die, die!

There were too many demons, but Yang became more and more energetic, without any numbness.

He killed from the sunset to the night, and then from the night to the sun.

Finally, there were only four big monsters left in front of Yang.

The first of the Celestial Clan, the second of the Celestial Clan, the King Qingpeng, and the Earth-drilling Demon Bug.

"Ghost Immortal, you are indeed very powerful." At this point, the first of the Celestial Clan, who had lost an arm, still gritted his teeth and wanted to win with his mouth.

"But are you still a human now?!" The first of the Celestial Clan asked sternly.

Looking at Yang again, his ghost immortal body was actually covered with a layer of soft armor of snake scales, a pair of winding and rugged bull demon horns on his head, and a layer of strange blood lines on his face, which was really weird.

"..." But there was only a sword light to answer him.

The sword light came, and the body and head were separated.

I never thought that the first of the Celestial Clan, who could still talk, was already at the end of his strength. Now he died with only one sword from Yang, and he had no power to resist.

The King Qingpeng flapped his wings, but did not fly towards Yang. Instead, he flew away and never returned.

He just ran away like this.

Only the second of the Celestial Clan and the Earth Drilling Demon Bug remained in place, confronting Yang.

Roar!

The second of the Celestial Clan was no longer willing to talk nonsense, and the Earth Drilling Demon Bug also triggered the earth and stone swamp trap that had been set up long ago.

But these tricks had no killing intent for Yang, he didn't care, responded and slashed with a sword.

The two big demons among the big demons died just like that, one sprayed red blood, the other sprayed blue blood, but both of them bleed like a stream, splashing the wilderness.

The demon's sacred mountain is now in front of us, and we can reach it by walking a few miles.

But he stopped.

"Kill me."

Because he heard a voice.

It flashed by, but he knew that he did hear it.

Who is it? Let him kill him?

Yang didn't know, but he didn't want to know, no matter who he was, he would kill him.

This killing intention made Luo Zu tremble with fear at the side.

Looking at the debris on the ground, the corpses were spread all over the ten miles, but there was not a trace of residual soul, all of which were taken away by the Ziying Sword.

Luo Zu did not expect that he could cultivate such a killer.

I still remember the first time I saw this kid, he was just a rookie, his father was killed by the devil, so he entered the world of martial arts to avenge his father.

At that time, he was only immature.

Now, look at him like this, cold and domineering, evil and crazy, ruthless and invincible, strangers stay away, demon nemesis.

With so many labels, Luo Zu wanted to promote him to be the protagonist of this era.

But such a person looks like a villain.

On the contrary, Qing, who is still working hard at this moment, has a little bit of the protagonist's posture.

But no matter what, Luo Zu still recorded his fight.

Many techniques, many Taoist methods cooperate with his swordsmanship, and the result of one plus one is far greater than two.

His swordsmanship has gone out of his own style and has his own frame.

But Luo Zu felt that he still could not escape the barriers of sword fighting among the martial arts world.

But Luo Zu had to admit that his swordsmanship had broken away from the limitations of techniques, reached the Tao, and walked out of his own Tao.

This talent, Luo Zu could not learn, he could only imitate the swordsmanship day and night, and master the swordsmanship.

However, his swordsmanship was not Luo Zu's way, after all, Luo Zu's Juque... was quite big.

After another sacrifice and refining, it became heavier after adding those gold and iron.

So Luo Zu's own swordsmanship will go in the direction of opening and closing, but the stone of a mountain can be used to polish jade, and it is really good to take a look at Yang's swordsmanship, deduce and perfect his own swordsmanship.

However, there is an anomaly here at this moment.

This is also the reason why Luo Zu will descend here.

The demon lord under the "sacred mountain" had an accident.

Although Qiu Zhi was killed and torn into pieces, and the demon soul was extracted by the witch clan, his flesh and blood were still active. Luo Zu originally thought that it was just a little muscle memory, because he had tempered his body to a certain degree, so he had such an immortal flesh and blood.

But now it seems that this guy might have the legendary ability of "rebirth by dripping blood".

Of course, he was reborn by dripping blood, but he was reborn by flesh and blood.

Didn't he say he was just a celestial being? How could a celestial being have such ability?

Of course, these are just Luo Zu's guesses and have not been confirmed yet.

But he didn't turn over the sacred mountain to check, he just roasted another delicious chicken.