Before the Lich War, the three thousand Da Luo of the human race were exposed by the gold list

"Worse, still worse!"

Patriarch Styx felt that there were still some flaws, but it didn't affect him. At this time, Patriarch Styx frowned slightly.

At this time, the little Golden Crow was tortured beyond human form. Patriarch Styx studied his Sun True Fire day and night, and even studied his blood thoroughly.

Little Golden Crow has almost no time to rest, and almost always contributes to the ancestor of Styx with high intensity.

"Can you let me go?"

The little Golden Crow was exhausted, looking at Patriarch Styx in front of him, he couldn't help feeling hopeless.

This is the devil.

Now he felt that even if he died in the hands of the Great Wu Dayi, it didn't matter.

"Go? It's a mess outside now, you can't go!"

Patriarch Minghe said lightly, and at the same time extracted a large amount of blood from the little Golden Crow, and he began to study the blood of the little Golden Crow.

It has to be said that the blood power of the Golden Crow is quite powerful.

Patriarch Styx had never seen such a pure blood essence, and even looked at the Shura clan.

"If you can, maybe you can use it!"

In his opinion, the Asura Clan is perfect enough, but the Hongmeng Gold List only gave the Asura Clan a moderate ranking.

not enough.

Far from enough.

The Shura race is the most perfect race, and one day they will reign supreme.

Patriarch Minghe gradually poured the little Golden Crow's blood onto the Shura clan.

"Maybe I can use this blood to strengthen the Shura clan again!"

Old Ancestor Styx He laughed and said, but all of this is still in the process of experimentation. As for the prehistoric matter, Old Ancestor Styx has no idea for the time being.

After all, there are emperors around, so Patriarch Styx doesn't need to pay too much attention to Hong Huang for the time being.

"Wait until the day when the Asura Clan really becomes the overlord of the wild world, let everyone in the past know the masterpiece of this Dao!"

Patriarch Minghe was full of joy. Back then, Saint Nuwa gained infinite merit by creating human beings. Why couldn't he.

Now as long as the blood of the Golden Crow and the blood of the Yaozu is poured into the Shura tribe, then a perfect race can be achieved.

"Monster race, human race, when the time comes, we will all want it!"

Patriarch Minghe couldn't help thinking in his heart, he is actually re-enacting the way of Nuwa Saint, but it is not complete, it can be regarded as copying the painting, but it is not the same.

He can only make a fuss about Nuwa's race. He has actually caught other monster races, but the effect is not obvious.

There is such a good bloodline of Di Jun's son.

Patriarch Styx, who was only planning to practice the real fire of the sun before, suddenly had a big appetite.

The blood of the Golden Crow is really a good thing.

And Patriarch Styx devoted himself to the research for another five years.

At this time, Honghuang has passed a full ten years.

In ten years, many things in the whole prehistoric world have changed.

Chapter 77 In a year of turmoil, a hall of one person

Run, run, the army of the monster clan is coming! "

"No, brother, I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet!"

"Little brother, hurry up, I'm here to block it, I can't let the monster race succeed!"

"You are the last hope of our clan, you must survive!"

With the monster clan's iron and blood methods once again reaching out to the weak races, these weak races have no way to resist, they can only watch their companions die in front of them.

And in the end it was useless.

Those who can keep the tinder can continue to continue, and after countless years, they can strive for revenge, and those who can't keep the tinder, then they will really be wiped out.

The ruthlessness and iron blood of the monster race made the whole prehistoric world tremble.

As for the Wu Clan, it's the same. The Wu Clan sent out countless big witches. The big witch led a large number of Wu Clan people. When they saw small races, they began to destroy them. When they saw those races that did not return, they also destroyed them.

ten years.

For a whole ten years, Honghuang was full of the iron hooves of the witches and monsters and the sound of their swords falling.

"Dead, all dead!"

From the original Hundred Clans of the Great Desolation, there are only a few hundred or even less than a thousand races left, and all the others have been destroyed.

The situation where hundreds of clans contended no longer existed, and neither the witch clan nor the monster clan felt at all that their decisions were wrong.

On the contrary, he became more and more ruthless.

From the loess, black soil, and red soil in the past to the present, there are only red soil left in the flood, and there are countless red rivers, corpses everywhere, and countless rotten smells permeate the huge flood.

The Wuzu and Yaozu cannot tolerate any sand in their eyes, and the source of all this is because there is a list.

This list makes their two races fear all day long, and this list is like a sharp knife lying in front of them all the time.

Will stab at any time.

"How clean it is, East and West!"

Zuwu Dijiang was sitting on the highest seat at this time, looking at the Zuwu below, for so many years of fighting and fighting, Zuwu Dijiang would do it himself.

The purpose is to end this battle faster, so that everyone can leave without pain. Of course, Zu Wudi Jiang alone can't say that he wiped out the entire prehistoric world.

The other ancestral witches would also lead their troops to clear them, and at this time the ancestral witch queen stood up.

In these years, because of strangling many small races, her heart has already become cold.

A chill could even be seen on her face, and her eyes became more and more indifferent. When she reported the results, she even downplayed it.

The killing over the years can really change a person.