Chapter 378 The cleansing begins—the Winged Clan!
Liang Hui lowered his eyes and looked down at the kings who had horrified expressions.

"Emperor Fu Yue, who rebelled against the human race, has been killed by me in the depths of chaos."

For a moment, many kings had sad expressions on their faces. Emperor Fu Yue had led the human race for tens of millions of years and had made indelible contributions to the human race.

But today, because of his different stance, he was beheaded by the high priest in the chaos.

The kings looked at each other. King Qingyan, who was wearing black armor, gritted his teeth, walked out of the crowd, and bowed.

"High Priest, the Emperor has done a great favor to the human race. Please leave your name behind."

Liang Hui looked at King Qingyan quietly with deep eyes.

Inside the Human Ancestor Temple, the atmosphere began to become oppressive at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I don't know how much time passed before an indifferent voice slowly sounded.

"Can!"

"Emperor Fu Yue and the Emperor of the Winged Clan fought in the chaos, and both sides died."

"Thank you, High Priest, for your understanding!"

King Qingyan bowed again and then slowly retreated back to the crowd.

Liang Hui didn't care too much about it. After all, Fu Yue had helped him in the early days of his advent. Apart from this incident, the two of them had gotten along quite well in the past.

He doesn't mind giving the other person a good reputation after his death.

And what needs to be done next is to cleanse all the races, to avenge hatred and to repay grievances.

"Didn't the Winged Tribe send three pairs of golden wings? Bring them here for us to see."

"Your Excellency, High Priest Commander!"

With the respectful response, three golden lights flew out from the crowd and came in front of the young man.

Liang Hui looked at the three pairs of golden wings in front of him. The feathers on them were delicate and sharp, and the Tao was contained in them.

"Nice equipment. It seems the Wing Clan has put a lot of effort into it."

The young man held the golden wings and knew that these three instruments were at least king-level instruments.

"High Priest, the Golden Wings were made by using a secret method to peel off the wings of the king of the Winged Clan after his death, and then adding various rare treasures to create this instrument. It is known as the King's Speed."

A king who was proficient in forging explained, looking at Jin Chi with a fiery gaze.

This is the instinctive reaction of a skilled blacksmith when encountering rare tools.

"With such a valuable gift, I must go and express my gratitude in person." Liang Hui laughed softly, his eyes remained indifferent, without any change.

The Winged Clan is one of the eighteen major clans, and their blood feud with the human race cannot be offset by three pairs of golden wings.

Not to mention, this Winged Clan Emperor was present at every siege outside the Central Realm.

While he was thinking, the young man disappeared into the Hall of Human Ancestors.

He did not go directly to the Winged Tribe, but turned into a big sun and patrolled the entire human territory.

Based on supernatural powers, "enter the dream" of endless human race.

All those who harbor evil intentions and commit crimes will be found and killed.

No exceptions, no let-offs.

For a time, blood infected the continent, and 850 years of accumulated evils were swept away.

Two days!

After two full days of cleansing, the killing finally ended.

Liang Hui stood in the sky, looking at the cheering human race, with a slight smile on his face.

Although most of them were ordinary people, as the high priest, he could feel their sincere gratitude.

He withdrew his gaze, took a step forward, and left the world.

He walked forward, heading towards the direction of the Winged Clan.

It was only three steps away and you arrived at a dazzling world.

It was a world filled with lush forests and ancient trees.

The trees reached up to the sky, and on the treetops gathered winged creatures with wings on their backs. They could soar into the sky and fly across the universe with their wings spread. In this world-class forest, they established their own prosperity.

"I thought you would take the world away." Liang Hui tilted his body slightly and looked to the side.

As the young man's eyes moved, a figure five meters tall, with wings on his back and a green spear in his hand, appeared in his sight.

Its majestic body radiates divine light, and even though it is just standing still in the air, one can hear the whistling of the wind.

"How far can we go in two days and two nights?"

The Winged Clan Emperor had a bitter look on his face. He should have left with the other emperors instead of pinning his hopes on the great formation.

But this is their hometown, how can they just leave?

Liang Hui first cast his gaze towards the long spears in the palms of the Winged Clan's hands, then glanced at the world and chuckled:

"I still have some responsibility and have not yet taken advantage of the world."

"I can die in battle. I have also gathered together the tribesmen who attacked the Central Realm. Can the rest of the tribesmen survive?"

The Winged Emperor wailed, his eyes filled with the will to die.

Strong winds blew up, creating ripples in the air, bringing with them an inexplicable sense of sadness.

"It depends on my mood."

Liang Hui stretched out his hand and the Immortal War Spear appeared in his palm, bursting with a sharp edge that could penetrate everything. The rusty red tip of the spear also carried a terrifying killing intent.

His footsteps followed, like the beating of war drums, resounding throughout the sea of ​​​​boundaries, and his eyes burned with a fiery fighting spirit.

"If you let me have my fun, what's wrong with letting them live?"

"Let you enjoy yourself?" The Winged Clan Emperor looked at the young man who was walking towards him, and felt the earth-shaking fighting spirit in the other's body.

The eyes that were filled with the determination to die were now replaced by another emotion, a mixture of madness and fighting spirit.

"it is good!"

With a long roar, the void collapsed for billions of miles, and endless strong winds raged, blowing away piece after piece of the ruins.

As emperors, they are all unparalleled heroes who have emerged from billions of living beings, and they have their own pride and fighting spirit.

The Winged Emperor, with his five fingers tightly clasping the spear, stepped forward on the chaos.

Flesh, blood, fighting spirit, and even the soul were all burning. Even the Dao principles carried by the Wind Dao Fruit were disappearing at an extremely fast speed.

It is trying its best to squeeze out every bit of strength in its body.

Strong winds raged, dispersing and destroying everything around. Faintly, a vast continent emerged from the chaos.

It was a boundless area that covered everything within sight!
On the continent, the stars are bright and dazzling, and trillions of strong winds are crisscrossing and blowing wildly.

Suddenly, the stars trembled, emitting billions of starlight, which mixed with the strong wind and formed an indescribably huge blue-silver spear.

As a blurry figure moved forward, the spear trembled slightly, rolled up the boundless continent, and stabbed straight forward.

At this moment, the chaotic aura of billions of miles was emptied in an instant, and ripples were set off in the chaos, revealing a wrinkle that led directly to the young man.

Liang Hui felt the stinging pain between his eyebrows and his lips curled up.

Raise your arms horizontally, suddenly.

Forward stab!

With just one simple move, the chaos exploded instantly.

A golden pillar of heaven lies across the chaos, with strands of immortal energy entwined around it like a long dragon. It shines brightly with golden light, illuminating the entire world, carrying with it an eternal will that runs through the years.

The tip of the spear became even brighter red, and the previous scene reappeared, with the Demon King bowing his head, the Taoist ancestor bleeding, and the emperor nailed to death in the sea boundary.

One silver and one gold!
A spear and a war spear!

In an instant, the two touched and collided.

Click!

There was no deafening roar, no stalemate collision, only the crisp sound of shattering.

(End of this chapter)