His face was gloomy at the moment.

In addition to the two quasi-emperors, the Spirit Clan also has countless saints.

I killed more than sixty people at that time, but it was still too few compared to the huge number of the Spirit Tribe.

With a flutter of wings, he flew nearly ten thousand miles away in an instant!

Qing Hu followed closely behind, and couldn't help but think of his clan members.

"If King Qing had not been born, wouldn't the Nine-tailed Sky Fox be unable to protect itself?"

I believe that the Spirit Clan will not let the Fox Clan go if they have the chance!

It’s not surprising that the Witch Clan giant disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The tribe behind these two people is too weak. Without the support of these two people, they would be trampled to death at will in such a big world.

"However, it seems that it is mostly in vain."

He could probably deduce that this place was at least tens of billions of miles away.

With his strength, it would take dozens of days to cross.

And within a few dozen days, the tribe behind the two men had long been exterminated.

While thinking about it, he spoke calmly and said: "There is no other way but to recreate the Tradition of the Lord of Desolation. Although it has taken 40 million years, the methods he left behind must still be effective. He has the terrifying ability to cross a state in an instant."

The words came out and pointed a direction for the two of them.

There is no way around it.

The chance is slim, but it is better than the possibility of rushing back all the way to save the tribe.

If you rush back, the probability of encountering a group that is still alive is almost zero.

And there is at least a little bit of hope in restarting the legacy of the Wild Lord.

"Lord of the Wasteland? What did he leave behind?" Chen Jun paused and asked loudly.

"The great formation must still be there. It is a formation that absorbs the heaven and earth. Even the power of endless time cannot be damaged."

“Where is the inheritance?”

"This is it, but the center is actually 90 million miles away!"

The giant pointed southeast.

Chen Jun turned directly to the southeast, flapped his wings, and rolled into a terrifying storm.

Qing Hu followed closely behind, somewhat puzzled: "You want to recreate the Taoist tradition? How difficult it is."

Without astonishing talent and coordination, it is impossible to recreate the desolate master's orthodoxy, and this is more likely to be a waste of time.

Chen Jun did not answer. His body shattered into pieces and kept crossing the void.

Search the map in your mind and keep flipping through it.

After walking fast for three hours, Chen Jun suddenly stopped.

On the map, the name that I have been looking for finally appeared, the Lord of Desolation!

"Sure enough, the sadness is still there!"

Click on the name and fragments will flow out!

But this time, Chen Jun noticed something different in the gathering of the soul fragments.

"Is it because of the resurgence of heaven and earth? The obstacles to the flow of rules seem to be getting stronger..."

The fragments convolved, and a burly figure appeared.

His hair is disheveled and his face is rough.

The long and thick atmosphere of time drifted around, making him seem so unreal.

This is the Lord of Desolation!

The souls of the dead that can survive forty million years are terrifying existences.

Those who are not strong enough have already drifted and broken in the years.

Therefore, when such a vast space reappeared on the mainland, Chen Jun did not see any dead souls along the way, because only those at this level can survive.

The figure opened its cloudy eyes, and everything seemed to be contained in the eyes.

Silently reflecting for a moment: "Forty million years..."

"Senior, the human race is in trouble!"

At this time, Chen Jun couldn't wait to talk about it, and Chen Jun's face was full of anxiety.

The figure pointed with his hand, and deep in the desert, a large ancient formation slowly emerged.

Chen Jun was a little shocked. This was the third existence that could have an impact on the real world with the power of dead souls.

This is also a unique one!

Even, maybe more?

"My magic circle is indeed not damaged yet." The figure's voice rumbled, somewhat proudly.

"Senior, please teach me and let me return to the capital of Daxia. If it's too late, maybe the tribe will be destroyed!"

"When you see me, what you want most is not my inheritance. You have humans in your heart, good!" The Wilderness Lord sighed.

He has seen too many geniuses and too many monsters in his life.

Most of them are selfish and self-centered.

The young man in front of me has the ability to awaken his residual thoughts, but the first thing he wants is not his own inheritance. This is so rare!

At that time, he carried the human race on his back and guarded this place for tens of thousands of years.

Ten thousand years, so lonely.

If there had been such a young man back then, the inheritance might not have been cut off.

Rare, rare!

Forty million years after his death, he actually saw a being who was equally worthy of entrustment!

good very good!

"My inheritance has never been shared with anyone, but I give it to you today!"

…

At this moment, the central hinterland of the human race is the former Zhongzhou of Daxia.

The blood mist dispersed and corpses littered the fields.

Broken organs, mutilated corpses, stinking flesh, howls and screams resounded, crying and roaring mixed.

These are millions of spirit tribesmen who have swept away countless human cities.

It's like purgatory on earth, not just pure killing, but also torture and humiliation.

"Kill all the human race! Comfort the spirit of Kaitian Quasi-Emperor!"

The two leading quasi-emperors looked grim.

They already knew about Kaitian Quasi-Emperor's death through the clan's soul lamp.

There are ten thousand puzzles in my heart, and I can't figure it out.

When Quasi-Emperor Kaitian went to kill a little saint, Qinghu had no chance to take action. How could he die?

At this moment, I am extremely angry and hate that I will not let the human race be slaves forever.

How rare is a quasi-emperor!

While thinking about it, he casually slapped a human saint away, blood splattered everywhere, and every drop was as heavy as a stone.

He deliberately did not kill him and left this man alive: "I will let you deal with it!"

He grabbed it with his hand and threw the human saint behind him.

There were excited screams from behind.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Hahahahaha let me do it first, it's my turn this time!"

How terrifying a saint is, ordinary people such as myself would never have the slightest chance to come into contact with him.

But now, in just a few short hours, I don’t know how many saints have been humiliated and ravaged!

Many people lamented.

"It should have started more than ten years ago!"

"It's all Mr. Chen's fault that caused my spirit tribe to hide in the space rift for more than ten years and miss more than ten years of time!"

They continued to slaughter, murder, rape, and plunder, and each of them gained great satisfaction.
To be continued...