Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 493: The Shen Ao Clan is Destroyed, Bloody Luck

On the edge of the northern border, the Yunhai Divine Court and the Beiming Demon Sect were fighting fiercely. On the other side of the western battlefield, the fighting situation was just as intense.

Unlike the battlefield in the north where all the eighth-level warriors gathered, the number of eighth-level warriors on the western battlefield was relatively small. Most of them were fighting alone. There were also a few eighth-level warriors from the Ten Thousand Races Alliance who were sweeping the enemy tribes.

The unfortunate Shen'ao clan was on the purge list.

The Shen'ao clan was not formed from the fragments of the Chaos Demon God, but rather were strange beasts bred from the ancient times.

Each divine turtle is born with a huge body. When it grows up, its body reaches from heaven to earth, almost reaching the height of the pillar of heaven.

Correspondingly, as the price of obtaining such a powerful body, the growth of each divine turtle is abnormally slow, and their reproductive capacity is low. There are only six divine turtles in the entire population.

After the establishment of the Divine Court, the Shen'ao clan, which had always been gentle and peaceful, joined the Divine Court and continued to live a peaceful life as usual.

The almost non-threatening Shen'ao clan would never have thought that even though they were so reclusive, they still attracted the murderous intentions of the Alliance of All Races.

One day, disaster struck and the entire Shen'ao clan was almost wiped out.

"This is the second to last one."

In the territory of the Shen'ao clan, a flash of sword light passed by, and in the blink of an eye, a huge Shen'ao smashed to the ground, flattening a large area of ​​mountains.

The limbs of this divine turtle were all broken, and its head was also chopped off. A column of blood gushed out from the huge and smooth wound, like a river from the sky flowing back into the human world.

On top of the corpse of the divine turtle stood a human figure that looked extremely small in comparison.

A slightly trembling long sword was circling around the figure, making cheerful sword sounds from time to time.

There was still a trace of blood on the sword, which was the blood of the divine turtle.

The figure calmed his sword, which had not seen blood for a long time, and looked into the distance.

The ground was shaking, and a divine turtle, even larger than the one under his feet, with red eyes, was running towards him across mountains and rivers.

The cold murderous intent and furious emotions failed to frighten the Taoist master of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, but instead made him burst into laughter.

"It's been a long time since anyone has expressed this kind of emotion to me. You are the first one in this era."

He raised his hand slightly, and the long sword that was circling around him suddenly disappeared.

The divine turtle that was running towards him suddenly saw a flash of cold light before its eyes, and then it felt its body become lighter and it fell to the ground due to inertia.

In the previous moment, its limbs were cut off one after another by a flying sword, and it had no power to fight back.

This was the result of Taoist Master Wan Yan's intentional restraint, otherwise the head of Shen Ao would have been chopped off by the sword light.

"You are very good. Do you want to be my mount?" Wan Yan Daojun appeared in front of Shen Ao, looking down at it, with no joy or sadness in his eyes.

Although he had just killed Shen'ao's entire family and cut off Shen'ao's limbs, he felt that this was nothing.

On the contrary, he thought that since the Shen'ao clan could make his sword, which had not seen blood for a long time, see blood and become excited, their death was worthy.

"You killed my people, wiped out my clan, and you still want me to surrender?"

The roar of the divine turtle was filled with murderous intent and resentment. Even if it only had its head left and its life was as weak as a candle in the wind, it would still use its last means to disgust the enemy in front of it.

As it roared, the Xuanming Bingpo true energy in its body gathered into a tiny beam of light, which shot towards Taoist Wan Yan through its open mouth.

Before the ice-blue beam of light got close, the long sword at the side of Taoist Wan Yan protected its master on its own, and slashed out a sword energy to block the Xuanming Bingpo Zhengang.

Daoist Master Wan Yan had a cold expression and was about to speak, but he saw a large amount of red-purple mist coming out of the mouth of the divine aurora, which was the foul mist formed by the fusion of blood and filth in its body. If touched, it would not cause any physical harm to Daoist Master, but psychological harm would definitely be inevitable.

As a Taoist master, how could Wan Yan Taoist master accept such an insult? His face changed drastically and he retreated away from the foul mist.

Anger crept onto his face, and Wan Yan Daojun said in a cold tone: "Okay, okay, I gave you a chance to live, but you chose to die. But I just don't agree with your wish."

"As punishment for disrespecting the Dao Lord, I will fish out the souls of your people from the past. For the rest of your lives, the Sword Qi Prison will be your eternal residence."

He didn't want his sword to come into contact with the foul mist, so he raised his hand and swung out a sword energy, slashing towards the head of the divine turtle.

The invisible sword energy cut through the flesh and broke the tendons and bones. Even though it was just a sword energy, Shen Ao had no power to resist.

Before his head fell to the ground, Shen Ao was filled with resentment, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks. He looked up to the sky and asked:
"My Lord, since this prehistoric world is an eighth-order prehistoric world, why do we, the myriad tribes of the prehistoric world, need to show up? Are we born to be slaughtered by them?"

After saying this, the turtle's head fell to the ground, creating a big hole in the ground.

Wan Yan Daojun returned to his previous indifferent expression and snorted coldly: "Ants dare to criticize the Heavenly Lord? Are you qualified to criticize us, the eighth level?"

With a slight raise of his hand, he was about to capture the soul of Shen Ao and take it back to torture it for eternity.

A blood-red light flew out from the head of the divine turtle. Taoist Wan Yan glanced at it and his expression changed again.

That is not only the soul of Shen Ao, but also the place where the luck of the entire Shen Ao clan is concentrated.

But unlike ordinary luck, this luck was bloody and extremely ominous, and even gave Taoist Wan Yan a sense of crisis.

The spirit of Shen Ao was wrapped in bloody luck, and at the same time, it was also filled with calamity. Its blurry and illusory face was ferocious as it rushed straight towards Taoist Wan Yan.

An inescapable intuition suddenly emerged in his mind, and Wan Yan Daojun was shocked and said, "Which great master is plotting against me?"

Only the veteran eighth-level masters can be considered to have great supernatural powers, and only those with great supernatural powers can make him have this feeling.

The spirit of the divine Ao was approaching rapidly, and he could only rely on the sword in his hand, intending to kill it.

The sword tip collided with the blood-colored soul, and the divine turtle's soul instantly melted away, turning into a pool of blood that attached to the sword, constantly corroding the spirituality of the sword.

"Oh no, my Wan Yan Sword!" A feeling of cramping spread throughout his body, and Wan Yan Daojun hurriedly tried to drive away the blood stains attached to the sword.

But he tried everything, to no avail.

The Wan Yan Sword is a companion spiritual treasure formed from a bit of his spiritual light. It is connected with his life and they prosper and suffer together.

Now it seems that something has happened to Wan Yan Sword, but in fact, there is a problem with his innate immortal spiritual light.

"No, I must find a way to remove the blood stain as soon as possible, otherwise I will miss this era."

Daoist Master Wan Yan did not expect that just coming out to destroy the Shen'ao tribe, which had no eighth-level leader behind it, would lead to such a result.

This trip was really not worth it for him.

Without any hesitation, his figure disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a broken mountain and river, and several huge corpses of divine turtles.

The blood flowing from the corpse formed a river of blood, and then flowed to one place to form a lake of blood.

The surviving creatures nearby were attracted by it, and took this opportunity to quickly suck the blood and devour the flesh and blood of the divine turtle.

When a whale falls, all things come to life. It is just like this.

(End of this chapter)