The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 373 The Myth Resurrection
Above the nine heavens, the wind was blowing fiercely. Deep in the starry sky that had been dark for billions of years, a bright sun was shining in all directions, and its flames were surging for thousands of miles.

In an instant, the space shattered, countless ancient stars were ignited, and huge fireballs burned violently.

In the golden flames, an ancient Fusang tree blocked out the sky. As one of the ten innate spiritual roots, the Fusang tree suppressed the sun star to prevent the power of the sun from rioting.

On a tree branch hundreds of thousands of feet high, two golden eggs stood tall, absorbing and exhaling vast amounts of the sun's essence with every breath.

Through the shell, the three-legged golden crow is in the process of being conceived. Its golden feathers are filled with the power of laws, and its sharp claws are either holding the Donghuang Bell or the Hetu and Luoshu.

"Brother, in another Yuanhui, we will be able to come out into the world and restore the supreme prestige of the demon race."

A golden egg on the left flickered slightly, and then said: "When the time comes, no one in heaven or on earth will be able to stop us, not even a saint!"

In the war between wizards and liches, the demon clan was devastated. As the supreme emperor, Donghuang Taiyi, holding the Donghuang Bell, was invincible. If the ancestor wizard had not perished together with him, the final victory would have belonged to the demon clan.

The Golden Immortal of Daluo is immortal. After his true spirit was shattered, Donghuang Taiyi fell asleep in the Sea of ​​Guixu until the end of time.

Unexpectedly, a shocking event occurred, the primitive world was destroyed and turned into countless fragments. Now the primitive world has reappeared, and the "dead" Daluo Jinxian have been resurrected one by one, Donghuang Taiyi and others are among them.

"Second brother, practice well!"

The vast power of the soul enveloped the entire Sun Star. The golden egg on the right was shining brightly, absorbing and exhaling endless power of the sun, tempering the innate sacred body step by step.

The Sun Star was transformed from Pangu's left eye. Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun are equivalent to the incarnations of the Sun. As the sons of Pangu, they possess unique heritage.

If he had been able to calm down and focus all his energy on cultivation in his previous life, the outcome might have been different. In this life, Di Jun wants to defy fate and change his destiny, and rewrite the fate of the demon race.

The human race, the witch race, and even the high and mighty saints will one day be trampled under his feet one by one, and the prehistoric world will be his.

……

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

The black wind was raging, and endless evil spirit permeated the filthy land of the ancient times, the place where negative energy was transformed, and the boundless sea of ​​blood transformed from Pangu's belly button.

The sea of ​​blood is deep and its vastness is unknown. The sky is pale red and the ocean is scarlet. It is filled with chaos, weirdness, darkness and desire. Except for the Asura clan, the zombie clan lives on the west side.

On an unknown high mountain, there is no living creature. A pitch-black, ninety-thousand-foot-tall figure sits cross-legged on top. Its red hair keeps growing wildly, covering the mountains, and its blood-red pupils reflect a kingdom of zombies.

Goguryeo was covered with dragon flags with the word "Qing" in red on a yellow background. Countless zombies roared at the moon, absorbing the power of the moon.

"interesting!"

Pulling the corners of his stiff mouth, the Corpse Ancestor General showed interest in the newly emerged zombie kingdom. He waved his right hand, and a drop of dark red blood appeared in his palm: "Little guy, don't let me down."

As the ancestor of the zombie clan, as the zombie clan grows stronger, Jiang Chen can not only obtain a huge amount of racial luck, but also receive rewards.

If it weren't for the restrictions imposed by the powerful masters, Jiang Chen would have taken action long ago. One day, only the zombies will be left in the ancient world. The witches, monsters, and humans will all die!

After death, we all become zombies!
Meanwhile, Goguryeo.

Under the supreme power, the black folds of space penetrated billions of miles. A drop of dark red blood fell from the sky, full of tyranny and evil spirit. Many zombies who were worshiping the moon fell into chaos.

The situation was out of control for a while. Emperor Kangxi, who was in the middle of it, suddenly had an idea. He roared to the sky and devoured the blood of his generals and ministers.

The mottled zombie's blood suddenly boiled, wisps of impurities turned into light smoke, and the meridians and blood vessels entwined on the flesh and blood like tree roots, and a sense of oppression spread out.

This is the suppression of lower life by higher life. Emperor Kangxi rose to the top overnight and became the strongest zombie king under his generals and ministers.

"Boom!" Endless evil spirit spread out. Absorbing the power of the moonlight, Emperor Kangxi broke through again. His cultivation as the Taiyi Golden Immortal was fully revealed. As time passed, his cultivation level increased rapidly.

Becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal is not just a dream, and becoming a Hunyuan Golden Immortal is also something that can be expected.

……

Huai River, Guishan Mountain.

In the dark cell, Wuzhiqi, who looked like an ape, with a flat nose, protruding forehead, white hair and green body, and fiery eyes, was tied up with nine chains.

Wuzhiqi lifted his brown hair and stood up. The clanging sound of chains colliding echoed in the empty cave. Sparks flashed and golden runes of laws shone brightly.

"Buzz."

As if carrying Mount Tai on his back, Wuzhiqi tried to stand up straight, with a ferocious look on his face: "Dayu, you can't trap me!"

When Dayu was controlling floods, Wuzhiqi stirred up trouble and caused chaos in the Huai River, resulting in floods. For this reason, Dayu suppressed him under Guishan Mountain, so that even if the flood was destroyed, he could not escape.

"Pfft!"

Wuzhiqi bit his finger and a drop of bright red blood floated in the air. Inside the drop of blood, a thousand-foot-tall ape was grinning and stepping on an endless flood.

"Go, find your destined one."

Using up his last bit of strength, Wuzhiqi sent his blood and essence out, which flowed along with the mighty Huai River to an unknown place.

For many years, in order to escape, Wuzhiqi tried his best to erase a corner of the formation. The golden law rune broke apart, and the gap as thin as a hair was his last hope.

The water ape demon king who wreaked havoc on the land outside the Great Wall was created by the essence and blood sent by Wuzhiqi. This was not the first, nor the last.

Ten days later, at a dangerous rapids, a thin, three-foot-tall water monkey was hiding everywhere. There was a big gash on his abdomen, blood was pouring out, and his face was horribly pale.

"Am I going to die?"

With dilated pupils, the water monkey staggered and fell onto the rocky beach with a plop, with mottled bloodstains all over the place.

It is a water monkey in this life and a human in its previous life named Fan Xian. After it drowned, it held a breath of resentment and a water ghost, or water monkey, was born. It has been in a daze ever since.

It was not until today that he recalled the memories of his past life. Fan Xian was very unwilling to accept this. The resentment in his heart was as thick as ink.

"Crash!"

At this moment, a drop of bright red blood floated on the surface of the river. A strong desire surged in Fan Xian's heart. He suddenly had an idea and swam over with unsteady steps and grabbed Wuzhiqi's blood.

Picking the melon once makes it better, picking it twice makes it sparser. Now that he is reborn again, Fan Xian knows that this is his last chance and he wants revenge.

"Swallow."

He swallowed Wuzhiqi's blood in one gulp, and the rich vitality flowed throughout his body. His flesh and blood grew, and the finger-wide wound healed instantly. A wild force domineeringly transformed his skin, flesh and bones.

"Roar!"

The hundred-foot-tall figure roared towards the sky, its brown hair was like steel needles, and its mind was filled with brutal and violent anger.

Fan Xian, he is alive!

(End of this chapter)