My transformed system is poisonous

With a soft sound, the throne under the Demon Emperor's seat was crushed into pieces by the overflowing aura, and scattered everywhere.

All the demon emperors were as silent as cicadas, lowered their heads and did not dare to make any movement. With the demon emperor's intangible expression of joy and anger, such a rude reaction was rare.

Chen Xin was feeling a little irritable at the moment. He had previously learned from Demon Saint Mingjun that Ling Chu was extremely talented. According to original expectations, in the current environment of heaven and earth, reaching the imperial level would have to wait until the heaven and earth changed. After the change, it’s hard to say whether the human race will be able to survive by then.

If we want to forcibly overcome the tribulation, we can only use the clan's treasure. Facing the power of God, even the history of the human race will inevitably be damaged. It is absolutely impossible for Taishi to do this. Now that Lingchu has ascended to the imperial level and Taishi has fallen, it is obvious that It was Taishi who used some unknown means.

One Shi Lan is already troublesome enough, but now there is another Ling Chu...

Shi Lan is outside the territory, and Ling Chu has finally survived the imperial calamity. The human race will never let him take risks outside. They will definitely hide him deep and practice in secret. They may even send the emperor to send him outside the territory.

The only one active in the Lingyang Realm is the Emperor Rakshasa.

At this moment, Chen Xin even wanted to go and kill Emperor Rakshasa himself, but couldn't get away for a while.

The Ten Thousand Demon Rulers and the Human Race's Ancestors are constraining each other. Without his control, the Ten Thousand Demon Rulers cannot stop the Human Race's Ancestors. Once the Human Race's Ancestors frees up some power, the current battle situation in the Chengtian Domain will collapse in an instant. Many demon clans participating in the war, including All the demon kings included will soon be massacred in a one-sided manner, and the entire Lingyang Realm will become unbalanced again.

Now that the Demon Clan is almost the dominant force, the Demon Clan is counterattacking now, obviously tacitly and secretly joining forces with the Human Clan.

After a while, the Demon Emperor calmed down his restlessness and felt calm. After pondering for a moment, he issued an imperial edict:

"The order was sent to the battlefield outside the territory, leaving two demon kings of the Observation Heaven Realm to guard. The rest will all be withdrawn to the Lingyang Realm, and Feng Yichuan will be recalled together."

No one among the demon kings raised any objections. The speed of time in the battlefield outside the territory is very different from that in the Lingyang world. The punishment for Feng Yichuan who had been stationed outside the territory for a hundred years has almost passed. Moreover, now he is lacking combat power. At this time, in the face of the overall situation, past grievances are not worth mentioning at all.

The current war situation is related to the possibility of their becoming enlightened in the future.

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The fighting between the borders never stops for a moment. Since ancient times, war has been the main theme that has never been abandoned in the Lingyang Realm. No matter what the reason is, the turmoil will eventually resort to iron and blood.

The monstrous flames of war almost ignited the sky, the sound of killing shook the sky, and blood flowed into the river. The fragments of magic weapons and soldiers were mixed with the remains and bones, flowing to unknown distances.

Countless demon-slaying formations are crisscrossing the beast tides. Demon-slaying platforms rise one after another, filled with blood and energy, and ascend to the nine heavens. The divine chains on them are crisscrossing the void, among hundreds of millions of demons, searching for and killing big demons, with brilliant sword lights. Like rain, countless demon kings are dead and in different places.

From time to time, Qi from the realm of the imperial realm flashes across the battlefield. The number of emperor-level experts on the demon side is far greater than that of the human race. They hide among the beast tides, making no sound, and their gestures are like thunderbolts. In a short time, he can destroy a demon-slaying array and shatter the demon-slaying platform above.

There is no longer any day or night on the battlefield. Under the drive of the Demon King, the low-level monsters have lost their minds and are not afraid of life and death. The number of warriors is far incomparable. They can only take turns to rest. The edges of the battlefield , inevitably extended thousands of miles into the Chengtian Domain, and the human race was slightly at a disadvantage.

"puff--"

Shi Qinghu spat out a mouthful of dirty blood. There were tooth marks and cracks all over the black armor, and the bones were visible from the injuries. The black-scaled dragon horse under the seat was also covered in scars. He was breathing heavily. He looked around and saw a mess, from top to bottom. The generals, down to the soldiers, all looked tired.

This new demon-suppressing army had just been withdrawn from the battlefield, but one-third of it was lost in the first battle. The bones of countless people were buried among the beast tide, but there was no trace of the corpses. The beast tide was still endless. Look, Not to the edge.

Above the demon clouds, the Demon Emperor's Palace is brilliant and dazzling. It is majestic and has a strong sense of oppression. Although the human race has human history, it lacks the backbone that can hold up the sky. There is no emperor sitting in charge, and the place behind them always feels empty. , as if something is missing, everyone's mind is hard to settle down.

When the demons in the Chengtian Territory were in turmoil, many demon-suppressing commanders still had hope. When the emperor returned, the country would be stable. Now that the emperor has passed away, the human race can only rely on the history of the human race.

It is true that the history of the human race is the most precious treasure of the clan, but in the eyes of most people, it is just a dead object, which makes it difficult for people to feel safe.

Before the new emperor appeared, it was undoubtedly an extremely bleak time for the human race.

Just two days after entering the battlefield, Shi Qinghu felt the overwhelming despair from the battlefield, which was almost suffocating. He didn't know if the situation that his sister had experienced was like this, but he thought it was an extremely torturous time. Causes a drastic change in temperament.

In a war with no end in sight, we still have to fight with all our strength. Perhaps in such an environment, human potential will be stimulated to the limit, and we can accomplish many things that are simply impossible. In the true golden fire, Nirvana and rebirth.

As the military formation returned to the camp, before Shi Qinghu could take a breath, many streams of light appeared in the sky, with different auras. The Buddha light was mixed with the aura of awe-inspiring energy, and a lot of Taoist escape light.

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In the void, the human race's history books shone with rays of light, and a restricted area was drawn between the battle formations for the demon-suppressing army and many martial arts sects to rest and recuperate.

Liu Yunzheng sat cross-legged in front of the annals of the human race, with relief patterns of mountains, rivers and earth emerging behind him, which contained boundless divine power. His cultivation level was far different from that of the Demon Emperor. Just unfolding part of the power of the annals of the human race was already extremely powerful. Hard work.

The power of the ancient dead cannot be wasted here. It needs to be reserved to deal with the changes in the world and ensure that it can turn the tide before the situation deteriorates to the point where it is completely out of control.

Today, many imperial clans have not shown up at the border. Liu Yunzheng placed them in the hinterland of the Chengtian Territory, awakened the imperial soldiers, and stood ready. If the border could not stop them, there would be a decisive battle there.

The three princes stood not far away, and the realm compressed to the limit evolved into a phantom of Dao Fruit. Each of them contained an invincible imperial weapon. They all closed their eyes and concentrated, waiting for the opportunity to fight.

"See the Heavenly Master."

Three figures shuttled through the void and appeared in front of Liu Yunzheng, bowing and saluting, a thin old man, a Zen King Kong who was more than two feet tall, and a young Taoist wearing a Taoist bun.

The three forces of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism have been silent and far away from the world since they sealed the mountain due to an imperial decree. Now they apparently emerged due to the unrest of the demon clan.

Liu Yunzheng was not surprised by the arrival of the three people. The feeling of the history of the human race has been covering the entire vast land of China. He was aware of the movement of the three paths as soon as possible.

In this regard, Liu Yunzheng felt a little relieved. Because of Taishi's imperial decree, he did not issue any transfer orders to these three monks, but these people still came on their own, which was rare.

The monks among the three realms came out in almost overwhelming numbers, which undoubtedly greatly reduced the pressure on the demon-suppressing troops and warriors on the battlefield.

However, among these monks, there are many young faces. They are not very old, but their cultivation is already astonishing. They are all listed on the list of geniuses. They have a very high attitude and are quite unruly. When talking to others, they always say The condescending tone made many people feel uncomfortable.

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Zhongtian Territory, in a secret realm deep in the imperial palace.

The vitality of the heaven and earth was lifeless, and the sound of crying and howling faintly echoed, sending chills down the spine. The ground was covered with several feet of black ice, and under the ink-like ice layer, there was endless black soil.

Ling Chu's whole body was buried in the soil, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. The black soil was filled with the evil spirit of death and death. This was not a thing from the Yang world, but came from the Nine Netherworld under the underworld, with a very strong aura. Yin force.

Although he was wrapped in yin power, his body was filled with blazing yang energy, like a bright sun, which was gradually blending with the yin power to produce the divine light of chaos.

During the thunderstorm that day, Taishi not only saved Lingchu's life, but before the Tao Fruit collapsed, he also shattered the great world that he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and used this as nourishment to inject all of it into his body. , this energy, coupled with this piece of underworld, is enough to greatly speed up his pace in the imperial realm.

Ordinary physiques simply cannot accommodate such terrifying details. After entering the imperial level, the true power of the Yin-Yang Holy Body has just begun to reveal itself. In Ling Chu's hands, he was born to hold the key to the gate to the imperial realm.