The Great Desolation's

Chapter 117: Purgatory on Earth, Saints React

Wa Huangtian, Nuwa in Wa Palace, constantly deduces the secrets of heaven, seeking the path of life for mankind.

"Is this catastrophe inevitable?"

Nu Wa sighed and said to himself.

At this moment, in the heavenly court, the demon clan was in full swing to gather heaven and earth treasures.

"Your Majesty, all the treasures of heaven and earth have been gathered."

Demon god Bai Ze came up to Di Jun and said in a deep voice.

"OK, this emperor wanted to refine the sword of the supreme treasure slaughter mage, to destroy the body of the mage clan, and you will lead the heavenly courts to take the blood and souls of millions as the foundation of the highest treasures. ."

Di Jun nodded slightly and said slowly.

"Accomplish His Majesty's decision!"

Bai Ze nodded, and then disappeared into the demon palace, leading the hundred thousand demon tribes to the lower realms.

Then Di Jun waved his hand, and countless divine flames were swept away.

After absorbing the Hongmeng Gold Flame, the true solar fire controlled by the Golden Crow of the three clans had turned into the Hongmeng Gold Flame, with boundless power.

I saw countless Hongmeng golden flames turn into heaven and earth furnace, fuse all the treasures, and begin to purify the swords of the slaughtering witches.

In the land of the human race, the demon god Bai Ze personally led the 100,000 members of the demon clan, among them, there were only ten demon saints from Daluo Jinxian, and the rest were mostly Jinxian and Taiyi Jinxian.

But even so, it was enough to deal with the mere human race.

In Wanqiu, the human race had long since left the ancestral ground, after more than 200,000 years of development, the human race had grown from the original number of 100,000 to tens of trillions.

The tens of trillions of human races were comparable to the mage race of the first Lich War.

The only difference is that mankind has no holy teachers to preach, there are only a few golden herb scriptures passed down by mankind, and all of them can only be explored by oneself.

Although they were separate from the human body, most of the Xuanxian realm did not even possess Xuanxian.

Especially among the Houtian human race, there were many people who were not allowed to enter, and in the end they could only end their lives as ordinary humans.

After all, the human race obtained was not as good as the innate human race.

Of the 100,000 innate human races that survive to this day, only a tenth remain.

These people are considered the highest power among mankind.

Among them, the three ancestors of Suiren, Zhenyi, and Youchao, for their merits and virtues, and the ones who taught Laozi to pass through the Golden Potion Road, were, the three of them were now the strongest among the human race, and their cultivation was already the limit of the golden fairyland.

Before Lao Tzu preached, although they had merit and virtue, they did not know how to purify or practice.

After Lao Tzu established the teachings, they began to practice, and it was already very high to be able to cultivate to the golden immortal realm in such a short period of time.

But in the presence of an army of 100,000 demon clans, it was helpless.

On this day, there was the Qiong tribe.

An army of 100,000 monsters descended, and darkness enveloped, demonic energy soaring into the sky, and it was filled with a cold aura, staring coldly at the human tribe below.

The Youqiong tribe was a large tribe among the human race, and the number of human races was at least three million.

Although Di Jun ordered a massacre, Bai Ze chose the Youqiong tribe just in case.

"This tribe, there won't be a single one left."

Bai Ze ordered and said coldly.

"Follow the decree of the demon god!"

the 100,000 members of the demon clan said respectfully.

The next moment, the 100,000 demon clans turned into ribbons and rushed towards the Youqiong tribe.

Among the Qiong tribe, many humans were looking up at the sky.

"Mother, there are so many immortal beings in the sky!"

"Don't mess with your fingers, son, just bow down and worship the immortal!"

Among the Youqiong tribe, millions of people bowed to the immortal with respectful expressions.

"What!"

However, the next moment, a shrill scream sounded, opening the purgatory of the slaughtering tribe.

I saw a gigantic bird 100,000 feet tall descending, its huge claws sweeping out, and instantly tore apart the human race, its blood and soul essence turning into a ball of blood and flying into the sky, and Bai Ze received the treasure box.

"Help!"

"Giant!"

For a moment, shrill screams came one after another, and a rich bloody atmosphere filled the tribe.

One after another, monsters turned into Tao's body, wielding magic weapons. Wherever they passed by, hundreds of human races were blasted into a blood mist.

"There's no excuse!"

A roar sounded loud.

I saw a true immortal and dozens of mysterious immortals appear, the strongest of the Youqiong tribe and guardians.

This true immortal was still one of the innate human races this year, and now he was the ancestor of the tribe.

"Encestral aid!"

In the tribe, countless cries for help resounded in the sky.

"The dragonfly's fly shook the tree."

Demon god Bai Ze let out a cold snort, and a hint of light, divine light was enveloped, and all of the immortal beings in the tribe suddenly turned into blood mist, disappearing into ashes, and even primordial spirits were not left behind.

"The primordial spirit cultivators of the human race are useless, what a pity."

"It's still good for the mortal soul."

Bai Ze's eyes were calm, and he said casually.

"Mother mother..."

A three-year-old boy staggered down the street, crying and watching his mother's body being ripped apart by a blue wolf, his flesh and blood being swallowed, and his essence, blood, and soul taken away.

"Children of men, the flesh is more tender."

Qinglang smiled and looked at the three-year-old boy.

"Rubber!"

The next moment, a toddler was ripped apart by a monster.

The same scene happened in every inch of the tribe.

Men and women, old and young, women and children, all men are not spared from bad luck.

A raging fire spread throughout the tribe, and it shot into the sky.

On the ground, blood flowed into the river, and stumps and broken arms scattered all over the ground.

A rich bloody aura filled the space between heaven and earth.

"What!"

"Help!"

"Mother Nuwa, save my human tribe!"

"Mr Taiqing, save us! Save my son!"

Grief reverberated, and countless human races chanted the title of Sacred Teacher of the Human Religion and the Virgin of the Human Race.

But the killings continue.

In an instant, three million Youqiong tribes were slaughtered.

At Wa Palace, Nu Wa looked at this scene with sad eyes.

"desperate."

A single tear of a saint fell, staring at the human tribe that had turned into purgatory on earth.

Nuwa's hand trembled slightly.

"What use am I to be a Taoist saint from Heaven?"

Nuwa looked up at the sky and muttered to herself.

On Mount Shouyang, Lao Tzu also noticed this scene and shook his head slightly.

Under his chair, Grand Master Xuandu sat cross-legged, agitated.

"Sir, why is his disciple agitated?"

Archmage Xuandu raised his head and asked rhetorically.

"Man, you can see for yourself."

With a wave of Lao Tzu's hand, the sight of the Qiong tribe appeared in front of Xuandu.

"It's……"

Xuandu's heart was shocked, and his eyes widened as he looked at the bloody human tribe.

This was definitely the heaviest massacre since the birth of mankind.

"Master, that disciple really wants to be angry, but why can't he be angry ..."

Xuan Du's face was heavy, and he said in a trembling voice.

"You are now training in a cruel way with your teacher, and you must cut off seven emotions and six desires."

"The course of the human race has nothing to do with you, moreover, this is God's will, humanity is destined to be robbed, and only after suffering can it rise."

The old man shook his head slightly and said softly.

"Master is a saint, can't you take action?"

Xuan Du could not help but say.

"The cause and effect between me and mankind has been over since the moment I accepted you as a disciple."

"Now that disaster will arise, the Human Religion must not be involved, and that is contrary to the inaction of our Human Religion."

"Life is good to practice."

The old man shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"Yes sir..."

Grand Master Xuandu seemed to understand, but he continued practicing.