At this time, Pangu Continent was dark, everything seemed so quiet, only the light seemed so desolate, and there was often no creature on a large area. In ancient times, it was already a very desolate scene that no ten existed, but now it is a million. There are five places with relatively concentrated light spots, and there are three in the eastern continent, one is the Litian Island that I have been looking at. The number of light spots on Litian Island on the easternmost part of the continent is only more than one hundred and two hundred. There are very concentrated light spots in a region in the north, with nearly one thousand light spots forming a huge light spot. There are also a light spot in the corresponding position in the south, with about four or five hundred light spots inside. There are two places where light spots are concentrated in the western continent, corresponding to the north and south.

The ice giant's voice came without any emotion, "My descendants survived less than three hundred, but the seeds still exist."

The Twelve-Winged Angel sarcastically said, "There is still the third stage, and you will die if you can't withstand the baptism of the new era. Your descendants are too incompetent, and there are not as many beasts in the abyss."

The ice giant snorted coldly and said, "As long as we frost giants have a seed, we can create another huge race. Birdman, it seems that there are not a few left of your little birds."

The Twelve-Winged Angel snorted coldly and said, "Our race doesn't even need seeds. As long as I am alive, the angels can create as many as they want. I don't know which race will be defined as humans in the next era."

The chosen one of Feng Ling said, "It should be the Human Emperor race. After all, he is the strongest. The Heavenly Dao will define the ownership of the "human" clan according to the strongest."

The majestic middle-aged man smiled and said, "Thank you for your good words."

The scene fell into silence again, as long as the bat-winged man snores were still there.

I turned my head and asked Kunpeng next to me, "Master, why did you show me these?"

Kunpeng gently stroked his chin and pretended to be profound and said, "You will know in the future."

While the picture was still quiet, I quickly said, "Master, you won't be in a catastrophe again. How many years have passed in this era?"

Kunpeng thought about it carefully and said with great confidence, "I can't remember it. It's at least 120,000 years. This era will be over in a few thousand years."

I was frantically complaining in my heart, "Thousands of years are over, that is, you, an old monster, don't take thousands of years seriously." But I can't say that, and say with a particularly sincere attitude, "Master, will this catastrophe affect the mortal world?"

Kunpeng said with great confidence, "It must be, Taotie has been in the fifth era, let's continue watching." After that, Master Kunpeng closed his eyes and looked like he didn't want to pay attention to me.

After waiting quietly for a long time, the new day slowly began. When the sun illuminated the entire Pangu continent, spiritual energy rushed out from the previous cracks. The spiritual energy was so rich that it turned into spiritual mist that it enveloped the entire Pangu continent. The eyes were full of white, and it looked like a white cloud, forming a sea of ​​fog. The whole process took only an hour.

There were waves of terrifying roars coming from the sea of ​​fog. Even if you were from Kunpeng's perspective, you could hear them and even feel the pressure.

Terrifying monsters tear out large holes in the sea of ​​fog, like islands in the sea. Although these monsters have different figures

The only thing in common is that it is tall and very tall. The fog seas can cover up the huge divine beasts and sub-divine beasts, but only reach the chests of those monsters.

The largest monster, the sea of ​​mist, reached his waist, and his head was a huge bull head. His six vigorous arms reflected the metallic luster like steel. Each of them held a strange weapon, like an axe or a sword.

He roared to the sky, and the sound directly penetrated the entire Pangu continent. Among the more than 2,000 despicable people, more than 300 were like them. They were huge and ran like flying, stirring up layers of waves in the sea of ​​fog. This small group of despicable people spent more than four hours gathering together. The leader of the despicable people looked up at the sun in the sky, turned around and took more than 300 little brothers to quickly omit it towards a method.

When the sun rose to the middle, twelve huge vortexes appeared in the sea of ​​fog, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy quickly like a vacuum cleaner. The entire sea of ​​fog in Pangu Continent was stirred up, and the small group of despicable people ran faster again.

In the center of the vortex, twelve illusory figures slowly condensed. As the spirit fog injected into the body, the body became more and more solid, and finally vaguely formed a twelve strong man in human form. The twelve giants were also giants with different appearances, but they were all very majestic. For a whole afternoon, the twelve giants were still condensed. I was trembling a little through the screen. Their power was too strong. Facing the big guys like Shiya and Qinglong, I didn't feel that the influence in my sea of ​​consciousness actually felt weak, which was too unscientific.

I pointed to the screen and asked, "Master, what is this?"

"The Twelve Ancestors, transformed by the twelve soul fragments of Pangu, is the strongest existence in Pangu Continent. One era only appears for three days. Take a closer look at the weapons in their hands. If you want to condense your natal magic weapons, you can learn from them."

After the thick fog dissipated, all the creatures on the earth disappeared, and only a group of huge despicable people were desperately escaping and hiding.

As night fell, the figures of the twelve ancestors had been completely condensed. The twelve giants actually stood everywhere in Pangu Continent and shouted and chatted. The language they spoke was actually the ancient gods.

I asked Master Kunpeng in surprise, "Master, what are they talking about?"

Kunpeng translated to me speechlessly, "They said that there is another era, so soon, I hope that the number of defiant people this time will be larger. The wolf-skinned said that he will kill the defiant people of the fifth era this time. He doesn't care about the rest. Then the other eleven ancestors are laughing at him. Look."

When the huge moon rose on Pangu Continent, the sea of ​​fog had disappeared, and the Twelve Ancestors had completely condensed and moved their bodies. Finally, they pulled out their respective weapons, swords, hammers, bows, knives, guns, claws, sticks, cauldrons, axes, shields, cymbals, and the last one was a brick. Among them, the tripod, cymbals, and the bricks were what the hell were.

The Twelve Ancestors ran quickly and vaguely divided the entire Pangu Continent into twelve areas of different sizes. He killed some weak descent people. Only then did I realize that there were not only more than two thousand people, but more than tens of thousands, but only those weak descent people, all the spiritual fogs were blocked by them before.

Those who defied the heavens were like tigers entering a flock of chickens. A casual blow would take away a life, those who defied the heavens hidden in the spiritual fog

The gangs are not even qualified to let them use weapons. Only those more than 2,000 defiant people at the beginning are worthy of their correcting their fighting attitude.

At dawn on the fifth day, at least 100,000 people against the sky, turning into ashes. The one who killed the most among the twelve ancestors was the ancestor holding a large bow. He slowly walked on the continent, shooting an arrow from time to time. His arrow was not fast, but as long as it was shot, at least one person against the sky died. When some dense and weak people against the sky gathered together, his arrow would explode in the sky into a light arrow for washing the ground. Overnight, he cleared the area he was responsible for, and nearly 20,000 people against the sky died under his arrow, including more than 300 people against the sky with very large size.

After cleaning up his area, the bow-holder did not go to help the other ancestors, but sat on a high mountain. The towering peak was almost enough to serve as a stone bench for him. He stepped on a huge vanguard. The vanguard was not dead yet, and kept scratching his legs. The bow-holder took out a flute without any attention and started playing slowly.

When the flute sounded, I was instantly excited. "The Great Freedom of Destiny" was named by me, which was the music that sounded when the Tea Tree of Enlightenment was transcendent. The ethereal sound made me feel clear in my heart. I felt that there was a great opportunity in this music, but unfortunately I couldn't catch it. After the song, Master Chuan Zu stepped on the despairer to death with one foot, looked up at the nine bubbles in the sky, and then sighed and slapped the mountain with one hand and made a huge pillow for myself. Master Chuan Zu stretched his waist, and the next moment he lay on the ground, and then fell asleep, fell asleep, and was really asleep.

At noon on the fifth day, the cymbal master also cleaned up his area. His fighting style was more like a mage. He slapped the huge golden cymbal in his hand and the sound turned into a ferocious sound dragon that looked like a substance, pulling all the despicable people in the area of ​​a thousand miles into pieces.

The killing continued, and every second one was destroyed by a defiant. Kunpeng's perspective was always on the sword-holding ancestor. He wanted to learn one and a half of the sword-holding ancestor's moves. Unfortunately, the sword-holding ancestor's sword technique was too simple. He just had a sword in front of him and directly split the defiant in half. In fact, the fighting style of the Twelve Ancestor is very simple. There are only three moves, pricking, chopping, and smashing. Of course, the bow-holding ancestor and cymbal-holding ancestor should be excluded. Their attack mode is too special. The most common moves used by the Twelve Ancestor is smashing, hammer, shield, tripod, gun, stick, and brick, followed by chopping, knife, sword, and axe. The only one who likes to have thorns in the battle is the Claw Ancestor. There are six holes under one thorn because his claws have three fingers.

There are generally several types of people who defied the heavens. Most of them are smaller in size. Before the Twelve Ancestors appeared, they were all hidden in the spiritual fog and were very weak. They were not even considered ants in front of the Twelve Ancestors. Master Kunpeng introduced, "Those are the strong men of our era, and the weakest ones are also quasi-divine beasts, but the divine beasts account for more than half of them."

I stuttered a little, "What kind of world was there in the last era? There were more divine beasts than dogs."
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