Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Just as the darkness of Heavenly City was lit by a brilliant fireworks as daylight, the heavenly realm, above the wilderness, the black flint was also being glowed with an extraordinarily clean moonlight, some dizziness.

The soft sand beneath his feet made him tread on the cotton and sway left and right. It was not easy to use two backward curved oxhooves to support his huge body.

Dark Firestone took a deep breath, just faded dizziness gushed again, the air in the Uranus realm was really too clear, too fresh and sweet, making him a little drunk, a strong breath, inhale until the six lobes were about to explode, forgot to breathe out.

The black flint covered the beating heart of "Bang Bang” and, with his companions around him, shrunk his head and gauged the new world carefully.

As one of the lowest Black Blood fighters in the Alliance of All Demons, he and his companions in the same company have traveled to the realm of Uranus countless times in illusions, yet the feeling of truly crossing the world is impossible to simulate any hallucinogen.

The sky here is so stable, the moonlight is so clean, the wind is so soft, the air is so clean and sweet, even in the fine sand of the wind, there doesn't seem to be a bit of toxin and gas attached, let alone a lot of nasty bloodsucking fly hidden!

Blackflies don't make sense. Why do people call this a wilderness? Compared to the bloody demon world, where is this "desert”?

According to the black stone, this should be called... should be called...

Black Firestone stretched out his thick, short four fingers, scratched his rough scalp, grinned and threw the matter behind his head.

As the “Black Horn Bull” clan of the Black Blood Demon clan, Black Firestone and his brothers are never good at thinking. If you can't think of anything, don't think about it, just listen to the Master.

The black flint blinked with the eyes of a big copper bell, searching around for his master.

He saw himself on a white sand, behind him a lightning bolt, an unpredictable shadow of extinction, but in front of him was a wilderness of Pingchuan Ma, with only a few lonely ethnic outposts, flashing a panicked light.

Since the acceleration of the integration of the two worlds, the dark extinct area, which is the point of convergence between the two worlds, has expanded and now covers one third of the northern part of the Great Wilderness.

And tearing apart wormholes over the wilderness is easier than ever, just consuming a tiny bit of crystal stone is enough to bring a demon warship or demon emperor to the realm of the heavens!

So complicated, of course, the black flint doesn't know, he only sees himself, and there's a colorful light sphere in the air.

At first, the sphere of light fluttered like a firefly, but soon expanded into a bunch of giant torches more than a dozen meters in diameter. When the sparkling light became a ray of wire and the smoke dissipated, countless demons appeared in the celestial realm!

Black Firestone's stupid brain, he can't remember the names of these demons, he's never seen so many strange kind.

He doesn't even know if these guys are his kind. They look really weird. Some of them look like a mixture of lions and tigers, some have three or four wings, seven or eight eyes, and they drag long, colorful feather tails. Some of them roll like balloons, and they're covered with a spike that floats in the air. When other demons accidentally touch them, they'll have a spike in their ears, and they'll swell again, and the spike will turn red.

These guys don't look too good. If they meet in the old forest of the deep mountains, the black flint must pull its hooves and run.

But at the moment, Black Flame knows that we're all in this together.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

There was a series of muffled thunderous explosions in the air, and dozens of firefly-like light spots clustered together, exciting a hundred-metre diameter glaucomagnetic field.

A huge group of big things gathered fast in the magnetic field.

When the bright light dissipated, under the bleak white moonlight, a giant bug appeared that was four or five stories tall, with black crusts around it and a dozen meters of trite growing on its head!

“Buzz!”

The black crust around the worm trembles at high speeds, spraying a string of intense demons like hundreds of powerful battle flags.

The black flint trembled voluntarily.

Though he did not know the name of this great worm, as a Horn clan, he was born with awe and worship for this great horned beast.

“Psst!”

“Huh! Huh!” [sic]

Together with a company of Black Horn Bull partners, the black flint echoes with the big bugs.

Black Firestone had a slight fear of those "ferocious people”, but at this moment nothing.

With such a powerful bug here, the horn alone can be dozens of meters long, and the fierce enemy can defeat such a beast?

“Come on, come on! Hurry up!”

The master with the golden horn and the black battle suit and the dark red armor finally showed up. He waved the super giant horn hammer with the demonic pattern engraved on it, yelling, “Barbarian Hammer Company, assemble quickly, you stupid cows, what are you waiting for? Who the fuck wants to live a hundred years? ”

“Evil people have been usurping our demonic land wilderness for 200 years! They burn my city in the wilderness, kill my people, destroy our civilization! ”

“Now, after the destruction of the wilderness, their claws want to reach our last home, the Blood Demon Realm! ”

“Evil people are secretly plotting aggression against the Blooddemon kingdom! ”

“They will destroy our bloody demon kingdom like a wilderness! Kill our loved ones like the Oriental Demons and the Great Wild Demons! ”

“To protect our loved ones, to defend our homeland, we must cut off this claw and destroy all evil people! ”

“People are cowards who hide behind the walls of the city with flying swords and crystal magnets! ”

“And we are the blood of the Pankos, the children of the praisers, the co-workers and the maidens! ”

“This is the final war, the glorious Pandemonic Palace is waiting for us in the clouds! ”

“Even with the destruction of our flesh, our spirits will be reborn in the glorious Palace of the Horn to eternal immortality! ”

“Destruction, rebirth, immortality! ”

“Destruction, rebirth, immortality! ”

The black flint holds up two tiny ears and tries to listen.

Honestly, he doesn't quite understand what the master is saying.

Sneaking a peek at his companion, he grew up in a small mountain village. Six months ago, he was caught together with Zhuangding's little companion, "Lack of ears”, squeezing his eyebrows at him, the same misty water.

The black flint “hey” smiled silly and he was glad to know that his little buddy was as stupid as he was.

After six months of struggling in the barracks, the infinitely powerful black firestones were not dissatisfied with anything else. It was just three times a day of training, what “evil people” and what “glorious halls of all demons” were, in fact, some dizziness.

He couldn't figure out what those complicated words really meant, but he was hazy to know that the people who occupied the best part of the world were not satisfied, and wanted to burn down his thatched house, kill his mother-in-law, and kill his sons to eat.

Black Firestone never knew what it meant to be a "good place”.

But now, breathing the clear air of the wilderness, he seemed to understand something.

If even such a good place is called the "wilderness” by those people, what better place, what should it look like?

The black flint suddenly felt an unnamed rage rushing into my mind.

Six months in the dark in the barracks didn't make him forget what it was like to grab food in barren land.

He doesn't understand. The people occupy such a good place. Why are they not satisfied and thinking about taking over their poor little mountain village?

Look, this is a beautiful place where Hu Yang doesn't bite and Cactus doesn't fire poison spikes!

If he could build a village here with his brothers, he wouldn't want to go anywhere!

Black flint can't figure it all out, so don't think about it if you can't.

All he knew was that he didn't want people burning down thatched houses, killing his mother-in-law, killing those ugly little bastards and eating soup.

“On the ‘Holy Beetle'! ”

Master Golden Horn shouted.

All the Black Horn Bulls are excited. The Holy Beetle is a rare thing in the military camp. Only the hardest to train and the craziest to fight black blood are eligible to enjoy once. I didn't expect to get involved this time.

A crystal clear, round rolling, fat green beetle was distributed to the hands of the black flint, which first put the cow's nose together, gently pinched the buttocks of the sacred beetle, very greedily sucked the smell before sticking the sacred beetle on the back of his head.

“Huh!”

St. Beetle's mouth lightning penetrated his back brain, injected a lot of nerve stimulants into his brain, the high stimulation of the brain nerves, made the black flint “Ow” strange, his body surged, skin flakes cracked, he couldn't perceive a little pain, only couldn't speak freely!

He was in a trance of love and illusions.

Poor little mountain village... purple sky... three bloody moons... the little ones are not full, screaming in the middle of the night... the woman's hot, baked body...

“See, the glorious Pandemonic Palace, waiting for us in the clouds! ”

Master Golden Horn pointed to the sky and shouted.

“I see it! ”

“I see it! ”

“Huh! Huh!” [sic]

In a company of brute hammers, they echoed each other's voices.

Black flint didn't see it.

Since the woman's body appeared in the illusion, he couldn't see a thing.

He bit his tongue hard and kicked the woman out of her head with a hoof in his heart. He continued to stare at the bloody eyes and stare at the bleak grey cloud.

“I see it! ”

“I saw it! The glorious Hall of Monsters! ”

“Destroy! Rebirth, immortality! ”

The companions of the same company screamed in succession, even the "lack of ears” guy screamed "see” and then shook his tail proudly at him.