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Not surprisingly, this is what Xue Feng said, the place where a foreigner killed the Demon God Axis.

It is indeed a powerful existence, and the remaining breath after eternity can suppress the vitality of a region.

The lake's heart is even more terrible like an abyss. The black blood penetrates into the upper edge like a root, and the roots form a tumor, like a huge evil fetus. Now there is a large vacancy in the core, and it seems that something has broken. Out of the cocoon.

Specifically, what happened at the beginning can only be known after fate. Since Lu Zhengkang decided to check it out, he would naturally not back down, but he was worried that accidents would inevitably occur.

Although Lu Zhengkang is strong today, he is dominating in Qiantang, the world is so vast, the history is so deep, and each dynasty has strong people, he has not yet reached the point of being arrogant and careless.

So Lu Zhengkang instructed Mo Yun: "I will go to the bottom of the lake in a moment to trace the flow of time and space with magical powers to see how things were like in the beginning. It is impossible to guarantee that there will be no changes. You go and inform my followers. Guys, don't force it, just leave after you calculate the time."

Mo Yun took the command, Lu Zhengkang pondered for a moment, and then separated the Pure Land Bead from his upper edge bead. In this way, the pure land can exist in the world even if something unexpected happens to him.

He always takes risks in his actions, but he always arranges his own affairs and tries not to let his own affairs affect the lives of others. This is Lu Zhengkang's greatest tenderness to the world.

After preparing, he took a step and his figure appeared at the bottom of the deep lake.

It has been thirteen miles deep into the water here, and ordinary martial arts masters will be crushed by such heavy pressure, and Lu Zhengkang is still taking a leisurely walk.

It doesn't mean how strong his true qi is, but the incarnation is like a bubble, there is no real body, so it is the same no matter where he is.

There was no light at the bottom of the lake, Lu Zhengkang's Qi machine mixed with the water body, and the perception diffused out. Although the eyes could not be seen, the surrounding scene was still clear.

There is no sediment.

The feet are slabs, very smooth.

There are stone pillars everywhere, and the stone pillars have lines that have been weathered to an extremely vague appearance.

Walking a certain distance forward, there are several high platforms, and after walking around, Lu Zhengkang can confirm that there are 14 high platforms.

The table is one hundred feet high, and one hundred feet long and wide. It is covered with black blood stains, clearly visible in the bright upper edge.

The distance and orientation of these high platforms are roughly human-shaped.

One high platform in the north, one in the middle, five in the east and two in the south.

It is not difficult to see that the Demon God Shuttle seems to have been dismembered.

Head, trunk, feet, ten arms.

These parts were once placed on high platforms.

But now there are only inexhaustible blood stains.

Is this a seal?Just like Chi You?

Then the seal was obviously broken, and these bodies are now missing.

Lu Zhengkang became attached to these high platforms, and Tianyantong began to trace the upstream of time.

...

Once the Kunlun Mountains were a slightly undulating plain.

There are only a few mounds.

The huge body of Demon Shenshu lay on his back.

The gray-black and smooth body skin glowed with a fiery red glow, and scarlet ghostface runes were scattered all over it.There are three sides of the head, all with fangs, with seven eyes, three pairs on the cheeks, and one on the brow.There are ten arms on the side of the body, each holding a weapon, and the ancient and beautiful patterns are naturally generated.

Shu's physique is so huge that it is difficult to measure. A single arm is longer than the mound next to him.

A man in a black robe with a high crown and a bob is holding a broad knife, standing on Shu, like a mosquito in the mountain.

He waved the knife gently.

next moment.

The devil's body and the head are separated.

The golden-red blood, hot like magma, splashed and splashed into the floating clouds in the sky, landing like a downpour.

Chapter 129 The Smoke of History, The Fate of Reincarnation

If the earth also has memories, then Lu Zhengkang's sight of the scene of the killing of Demon Shenshu must be fresh in her memory.

In other words, the traces left by this incident are very stubborn and have been engraved in the surrounding environment, and have not faded with the flow of the upper edge and the changes of the vicissitudes of life.

Although the upper edge does not matter time and space, its movement is destined to have a one-way time axis leading the evolution of good fortune.

Much of the history that Lu Zhengkang saw has been blurred.

If the storage of information on the upper edge is regarded as the engraving on a stone tablet, then if the stone tablet is scattered and divided, the information on it is destined to be blurred and broken. This does not completely match Lu Zhengkang’s perspective, but it is true that the sky is clear. The spiritual experience of Yihui is described in a popular way.

Everything he sees now is not necessarily completely true.

...

The face of the man in the Xuanpao was vague, but the low, cold and solemn aura spanned the ages and survived.

It was like a glacier made up of sharp knives, moving slowly, unstoppable, leaving deep ravines, bones and blood covering his footprints, all frozen to death.He is not only destroying and killing, he also represents a kind of oppression, a kind of plunder, taking all the temperature away from the living beings.

It may not be appropriate to say that such a person is a warrior fighting for all beings.

It can only be said that his behavior has contributed to a result that is beneficial to the people of the world.

He killed the Demon Shun.

He divided Shu's body.

The Great Blood Waterfall rushes into the sky.

It was really bloody.

The blazing blood was blown away by the wind at high altitude, turned into clouds and mist, and raindrops of Yinhong fell in a patter.

This rain of blood enveloped Kunlun for three years.

The earth became extinct.

Countless curious people stood in front of this curtain of rain and could not go. In the depths of darkness that they could not see, the fourteen altars had been silently erected.

Lu Zhengkang can be sure that this is an altar, and nothing else.

The body of Mo Shenshu was shrinking continuously, and a huge amount of essence gushed from the fractured torso and poured into the large inscription slab on the altar.

This is not a seal, this is a sacrifice, the devil is a tribute.