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The sword light slashed on the rotating Jiuyang Qiankun cover, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback, even Zhang Wuji was repelled, which made him want to retreat, how could this be possible?

oooooo

The blue and black sword light reappeared, this time, the sword light shone, pulling the vitality of the earth, evolving into a ferocious devil wolf dozens of feet tall, roaring upwards, and a vision of the broken mountains and rivers emerging.

Zhu Yuanzhang clenched the treasured sword in his palm and was ready to retreat at any time. Damn it, it was the blue-blooded demon clan's racial supernatural power, the blue wolf, howling. Could it be that this was a deliberate game set by the blue-blooded demon clan?

Don't tell me you are not Qingxue Kejin, even if the real Qingxue Kejin goes into battle in person, this seat will be killed with one punch, and the rising sun of the Sun God Fist will rise in the east. Zhang Wuji clenched his fist with his left hand, stepped forward to kill him, and his fist was shocked.

boom.

The fist print blasted out, as unstoppable as the rising sun. The sacred and ancient sun fire burned the evil, and the punch blew up the ferocious wolf.

Roar!

The transformed blue blood and gold shattered, followed by the rays of light.

The splendid rays of light merged with the vitality and condensed into an ancient creature.

These are three ancient creatures in the form of mastiffs, three hideous dog heads covered with dense scales, and a tiger body covered with golden hair like steel needles, symbolizing the hooves of oxen that smash the earth, and the tail of leopards like steel whips.

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and exclaimed, this is the ancient Dongxuan clan!

The three heads of the three mastiffs turned, and the icy gaze locked on Zhang Wuji, the creature of the humble race, seeing the real body of this king, hurry to kneel!

The lowly race is still on its knees! A cold light flashed in Zhang Wuji's eyes, and he raised the Blood and Bone Destruction Spear in his right hand, no matter what you are, but you really angered me.

The strange existence that turned into a powerhouse of the ancient Dongxuan clan said solemnly, lowly creature, you

Your uncle's, if I don't blow up your surname today, you won't be named Zhang. Zhang Wuji shot out in rage, and the blood-bone-destroying spear lashed, stabbed, and swept across.

Zhu Yuanzhang was also angry, and he swung his sword and killed him. Humans have never been a lowly race, and anyone who dares to humiliate human beings should die.

Boom boom boom! !

The lords of the two major forces of the human race joined forces, the brilliance of the sun, the moon and the stars were shining, the power of holy light was blessed, and the divine fire of the sun spread, and the powerhouses of the ancient Dongxuan tribe were bruised and bruised.

The three mastiffs are roaring, wanton and despicable

Hate your ancestors for eighteen generations, go to hell! Zhang Wuji clenched his fist with his left hand, the sun god fist blasted out, and the golden sun rose, illuminating the darkness and giving all things infinite light.

Bang!

The sun shines in the world, nothing can stop it, even three mastiffs can't, the sun god fire directly ignites it and turns it into ashes.

Zhang Wuji clenched his fist and held a spear, his icy eyes locked on the King's Palace, and he shouted in a deep voice, "I don't know how to live or die. I dare to be a creature of a lowly race. Don't you be a fake, even if it is real, I will still punch to death." .

Well, what an afterlife. At this time, the door of the King's Hall slowly opened, and a hazy figure walked out of the hall, daring to kill the ancient Dongxuan clan, you are very good!

The crimson mist formed by the vitality of the surrounding flames surged even more violently, affecting Zhang Wuji, Zhu Yuanzhang and others, so that they could never see clearly the true body of the creature that walked out of the King's Palace.

Zhang Wuji held the Blood and Bone Destruction Spear in his hand, and asked in a deep voice, King of the Hundred Phantom Spirit Clan, are you still alive?

The creatures who walked out of the King's Palace fixed their eyes on Zhang Wuji, saying that there is no sadness or joy, the creatures of later generations are very smart, you have guessed this, that's right, this king is the first king of the Hundred Magical Spirit Clan, and also the last. One, the title of this king is the King of Hundred Phantom Spirits, this king is dead, but not dead.

Zhang Wuji asked thoughtfully, a bit interesting, how does it feel to hide here?

The figure of the Hundred Phantom Spirit King distorted a little, and in the haze, it was vaguely seen that he had transformed into a human body.

Hey hey hey but I can't die, if I die, the revenge of the Hundred Phantom Spirit Clan will never be avenged.

Zhang Wuji looked deeply at the King's Hall in front of him, and said in shock, if I guessed correctly, it should be the ancient Dongxuan Clan who destroyed the Hundred Magical Spirit Clan?

A murderous aura erupted from the Hundred Phantom Spirit Kings, and the ground in a radius of hundreds of miles was instantly pitch black, and the terrifying evil spirit was spreading rapidly.

Chapter 112 Racial Destiny

Endless murderous aura filled the air, and the terrifying suffocating aura raged, as if the earth had entered a boundless dark age in an instant.

Back then, the Hundred Fantastic Spiritual Clan was also the absolute overlord of the Eastern Realm. If it weren't for the Dongxuan Ancient Clan, the Hundred Fantastic Spiritual Clan would not only not be destroyed, but might even become the dominant race in the Eastern Realm.

As a result, because of the ambitions of the ancient Dongxuan clan, the Hundred Phantom Spirit Clan was destroyed at its peak, trillions of people died, and all the history of the Hundred Phantom Spirit Clan was destroyed. Also indelible.

It was really the Dongxuan Ancient Clan that wiped out the Hundred Magical Spirit Clan. Zhu Yuanzhang and Liu Bowen glanced at each other silently, and both were shocked. They felt that here, they would be fortunate to know the oldest and most mysterious inside story of Dongxuan Realm.

Zhang Wuji thought so too, he asked with a solemn expression, dare to ask the Hundred Magical Spirit King, why did the Dongxuan Ancient Clan want to destroy your Hundred Magical Spirit Clan?

For millions of years, tens of thousands of living races have been born in Dongxuan Realm. There are more than 3,000 intelligent races with cultivation civilization, and there are hundreds of median races.

But up to now, there are no more than ten median races in the Dongxuan Realm, and most of the median races have been inherited and promoted for less than 100,000 years. Among them, the time from birth to promotion to the median race is the shortest for the human race. , less than ten thousand years.

That is to say, in these millions of years, hundreds of powerful median races have perished, but the ancient Dongxuan race, which is also a median race, has always existed, which is very strange.

Judging from the experiences of the Hundred Magical Spiritual Clan, those middle-ranking races that died out in the Dongxuan Realm before may also be inseparable from the Dongxuan Ancient Clan.

What Zhang Wuji didn't understand was why the Dongxuan Ancient Clan did this, and what was the benefit to them. If it was just for the cultivation of resources, they only needed to control the major middle-ranking races, and there was no need to annihilate them at all.

The deep red mist rose up and transformed into a middle-aged man. He looked like a human race, but his face had no facial features, only a cloud that was constantly changing and twisting.