Meng Chengfeng, a generation of demon emperors, practiced penance for 79 million years, and then died.

As a result of his fall, everyone in the Heavenly Court was not surprised.

But the process of his defeat, everyone was quite confused, even if the sky was full of crystal flowers and rain, they still couldn't come back to their senses.

"It's... Dead?"

"In the late stage of the Demon Emperor, it exploded with one punch?"

"No matter how you look at it, Tianzun only needs one move to kill him!"

Many watermelon people are even confused, saying what's the matter, I have only eaten two mouthfuls of melons in my hand, and this is the end?

What else is the Ten Thousand Beast Demon Emperor, can't you fight for a little more and let yourself watch the battle of the Extreme Dao powerhouse for a while?

No matter what everyone thinks, the battle has almost just begun, and the curtain has already come to an end.

The entire Flood Desolate Continent was shrouded in the hazy glow of the flower rain, like a dream. There are even more elegiac songs that resound through the world, as if there are thousands of beasts screaming and whimpering in harmony.

The monk of all races kept tears in mourning while scolding Meng Chengfeng: I feel that you guys rushed to the flood famine, just to make the whole world cry and give you a funeral at the cost of your own life?

An extremely strong man, when he came, he was magnificent, and the whole world knew about his arrival. As a result, he died violently in a very short period of time, and it seems ridiculous no matter how you think about it.

And Lin Fei killed such a strong person, but as if he had slapped a fly to death, he didn't take it to heart, and only shook his head and gave a two-word evaluation: "Idiot." ”

You've cultivated to such a height, isn't it good to live?

The only two remaining demon emperors in the Heavenly Demon Realm were destroyed by the master and apprentice respectively.

......

The Arctic Primal Dream.

It is a vast white, and there are thousands of fragments of pictures in the space, like a 3D projection, covering the whole world with all kinds of beautiful dream scenes.

After Meng Chengfeng left, there should have been a dead silence here, but at this time, thirty-seven monks appeared.

There are demon clans and demon clans, and the lowest cultivation realm among them is also in the early stage of the Golden Immortal.

The leader is none other than Lin Yuan.

Countless dream fragments poured up, trying to devour everyone. Rao is a powerhouse who waits for such a golden immortal peak in the eternal night, and he is also groggy in an instant, only to feel that his eyelids are extremely heavy and he is about to sleep.

"Boom-"

Lin Yuan's body burst out with endless Hongmeng Qingqi, and then turned into a misty chaos.

A crystal red, agate-like blood bead popped out, causing the fragments of the Eight Directions Dream Realm to vibrate, and the Heavenly Dao space-time axis manifested impressively, enveloping everyone in it!

The thirty-six golden immortals suddenly woke up, only to feel a shock, and even cold sweat. Thinking of the irresistible sleepiness before, I was afraid for a while. Obviously, if it weren't for Lin Yuan to move the Heavenly Dao space-time axis here, I was afraid that everyone would be trapped in it for eternity.

Looking around, I saw that all the dream fragments were blocked from this pillar of light, and they could not be touched at all. And the crowd was still rising rapidly, and the surrounding scene was extremely blurred, turning into a fleeting afterimage and disappearing backwards.

The thirty-six golden immortals were surprised to find a detail at this moment, and they immediately looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.

Lin Yuan's white figure turned his back to everyone, and he was actually in... Trembling slightly?

Is it nervousness?

Especially the Golden Immortal of the Heavenly Demon Realm, recalling the picture of Lin Yuan dominantly killing the Blue Lotus Demon Emperor, he simply didn't know what to say.

This kind of existence that can compete with the Ten Thousand Saints Heavenly Venerable and easily kill the Extreme Dao powerhouse across the border can even be nervous?

Lin Yuan remained silent, his thoughts wandering, thinking of all kinds of past.

It was discovered by humans in the wilderness village from the Nine Dragons Abyss and brought back to the village;

and then gradually grew up, followed the village chief to learn rough and backward cultivation knowledge, swallowed the essence of the sun and the moon every day, absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, completed the medicinal bath in the ancient medicine tripod, and practiced the body;

When he was seven years old, he accidentally injured the first warrior in the village during a scramble, shocking all the villagers.

Lin Yuan will not forget the surprise and hope of those familiar faces looking at him.

Aunt Zhang, who often asked herself to go to her house for dinner, once bandaged her wounds and gave herself a piece of meat with tears in her eyes when food was in short supply. said that she had beaten a fierce beast, and there was no shortage of food at home, so that Lin Yuan did not have to worry about her, the body of the beast had been handed over to the village chief, and it would soon be distributed to others.

So Xiao Lin Yuan, who was training his body and needed to eat a lot of food, barely swallowed his tongue after roasting the meat.

Later, Lin Yuan learned that it was Aunt Zhang who cut off her own flesh.

This is Aunt Zhang, an ordinary woman in her fifties, with most of her gray hair but still in the realm of Qi cultivation, her husband and children died in the belly of the beast, and Lin Yuan was taken care of as if she were her own child.

There is also Uncle Wang, a rough man who Lin Yuan once disliked, who once had a brain injury and was a little crazy. was always full of foul language, rubbing Lin Yuan's hair messily at every turn, smoking a cigarette rolled up from the leaves of unknown plants, and spitting smoke all over his body when he spoke.

And Uncle Wang is still very sloppy, his hair is greasy, and there are black marks all over his body, which is stinky. Every time he approached Lin Yuan, the latter would hold his breath and run away.

But once the village was attacked, Lin Yuan almost died under the claws of a blood-colored bird of prey, but it was Uncle Wang, who was the least disliked in the past, who saved him.

Uncle Wang almost died, and even though he survived in the end, he also had a broken arm.

There is also Grandpa Liu, the village head, every time he picks herbs or has other harvests, he will always leave them to Lin Yuan. The village chief taught Lin Yuan to practice and took care of him meticulously. Even when Lin Yuan was poisoned, he cried in a hurry, and despite the dissuasion, he took Uncle Wang and others to venture across the murderous jungle at night to find a witch doctor in a distant village.

During that adventure, the village chief's son died, and his daughter-in-law broke down and cried, angrily calling Lin Yuan a broom star and a scourge, and wanted him to pay for his life.

Too much, too much......

Those familiar faces are not relatives, but they are better than relatives.

And Lin Yuan was still a little young when he was seven years old, but he became the strongest man in the village, and he saw the excitement of these familiar faces. A handful of elderly village chiefs couldn't cry, but just choked up and said "yes".

Uncle Wang even picked himself up with one arm, laughed and said that Lin Yuan is out of breath, and there is going to be a big man in our village!

Lin Yuan knew that everyone had endless expectations for him, hoping that he would be able to lead the village out of the predicament and no longer live such a difficult life.

This heavy responsibility made Lin Yuan grit his teeth and practice like a life.

When he was eleven years old, Lin Yuan met Song Wei for the first time.

is only ten years old, but he is an immortal seedling of Shuiyun Palace, like a royal daughter, and is guarded by a group of brightly dressed and extraordinary monks.

It was also the first time that Lin Yuan felt inferior for the first time.

He lowered his head and looked at his fur shoes with holes in them and exposed toes.

I suddenly wanted to cry.