All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

As the Pojun Xingjun who was the most lethal among the twenty-eight righteous men, he had the confidence to say this.

He directly sentenced the other party to death.

"First solve this group of troubles, and then explore the palace complex." Pojun Xingjun said.

"Can."

"good."

The other star kings had no objections.

Although they lost the power of the stars and their bodies fell into decline, this did not affect the cultivation realm of their external incarnations.

And just when they made the decision.

Venerable Yunhua and others also clearly recognized the strength gap between the two sides on paper.

Four people versus five people, one Bodhisattva and three Arhats, will face off against five true kings.

Not an opponent at all.

"What to do? Fight or leave?"

"Walk!"

"Let's go! There is no chance of winning at all. Go back along the original path and call for help!"

Without any hesitation, several people worked together to shatter the newly healed space into pieces again.

But just as they were about to return the way they came, a hole opened in the space not far away again.

"Wait! Someone is coming again!"

Venerable Yunhua signaled the other three people to stop for now. He had a vague hunch that those who came might be helpers!

Lord Po Junxing looked at the crack with great interest. He didn't know whether the person coming in was an enemy or an ally.

Soon, the answer was revealed.

A young monk wearing red cassock appeared in everyone's sight.

He first proclaimed the Buddha's name to Venerable Yunhua and others with a smile on his face, and then said hello to Pojun Xingjun and others in the distance:

"Amitabha, Subhuti has seen Lord Pojun, Star Lord Greedy Wolf, Lord Jumen, Lord Lianzhen, and Lord Tianfu."

The five star kings looked solemn at the same time.

For Subhuti, who is known as the number one in clearing the sky, Pojun Xingjun would not look twice at him on weekdays.

After all, although the other party is a disciple of Buddha, he is still an Arhat after all.

But today is different from the past. Compared with everyone's external incarnations, this disciple of the Buddha actually came in his true body at this moment!

In this way, the situation changes instantly.

Originally, Pojun Xingjun was in a crushing situation, but after the appearance of Subhuti, there was a slight decline.

After all, Subhuti is a disciple of the Buddha. Although he has not achieved the status of Bodhisattva, he is still one of the best among the Arhats. His real body is strong enough to compete with the incarnations of Pojun Xingjun and others.

The scene descended into a brief confrontation.

Just when Pojun Xingjun was hesitating whether to talk about it after a battle, a space crack appeared again between heaven and earth, and then two, three, and four.

Bodhisattvas and arhats, true kings and real people, filed out of the cracks in space. They clearly divided the sky into two camps.

All this is naturally the work of Jizo and Houtu.

When Venerable Yunhua and others, and Pojun Xingjun and others broke into this place, they noticed that a certain existence was Hou Tu and Ji Zang living here, so they directly sent instructions to everyone, asking them to put down everything they were doing. Go to this world.

Just when everyone was filing out.

In the palace complex that had been silent all this time, a middle-aged man wearing a black dragon robe and a crown on his head quietly walked out.

"It's really lively."

At the same time as this sigh fell, everyone's eyes fell on him instantly, and all kinds of astonished looks appeared for a while.

"I didn't expect it to be you, but it doesn't seem strange."

"The Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu."

"I really didn't expect you to survive. But it seems that you escaped the divine catastrophe in the past, but you can't escape today's murderous catastrophe!"

Many people are obviously very familiar with this middle-aged man.

After all, as the number one fighter under Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole in the past and the top combat power under the Five Emperors of Shenting, Emperor Beiyin Fengdu was a very dazzling presence.

"I haven't seen you for a while. Everyone, how can I apologize for disturbing my leisure?" The middle-aged man smiled at everyone.

Apologize?

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard the words, and in an instant, the entire small world was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

They obviously didn't pay attention to what the Lord of Fengdu said.

Although everyone couldn't see clearly, the Lord of Fengdu still retained some of his former might.

But they knew very well that the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu, who had lost the support of his followers for thousands of years, was just a paper tiger at best.

Their opponents are not the unworthy Lord of Fengdu, but each other!

After a burst of laughter, the two groups of people, who were originally standing apart, looked at each other silently.

Then, the war begins!

Everyone knows what their real purpose is here, and they also know who their real opponent is.

The Buddha's voice is loud and clear.

The Taoist songs are clear and clear.

A Taoist waved his hand and slashed out thousands of sword lights, covering the opponent's crowd.

If ordinary monks saw this moment of power, they would probably have to stand there, too frightened to move.

It's a pity that this is a fragment of Fengdu, and a casual throw of a stone can hit the scene of the decisive battle between the three plague monks.

The moment the sword light slashed out, a Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara appeared. Facing the ten thousand sword lights, the Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara directly slapped a palm.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Countless explosions were heard.

I saw the two sides clashing, their energy colliding, and under the surge of mana, the surrounding space was torn apart and cracked.

After a confrontation, all the sword lights were forcibly dispersed by Guanyin Dharma.

But in this case, no one cared at all, because this was just the most common confrontation.

The great monks each selected their opponents.

The true king faced the Bodhisattva, the true man faced the Arhat, and those beings who came in their true form also found corresponding opponents.

As they each found their opponents, Houtu's advantage became immediately apparent.

Because there are many of them.

In the same realm, quantity is the most critical factor that determines victory or defeat. Even the True Lord Bodhisattva cannot survive the siege of monks of the same level without showing weakness.

The Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu, or Wang Yu, looked at everyone fighting with a smile on his face. At this moment, he seemed like an outsider, alone outside the battle.

No one bothered him.

Because many people regard the Lord of Fengdu as something in their pocket. As long as the opponent is eliminated, the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu, together with this Netherworld fragment, will be theirs.

"The fight is not enough. Ksitigarbha, Ksitigarbha, if you don't make any move, I'm afraid you will be kicked out of the gambling game."

Wang Yu had no intention of taking advantage of the chaos to leave.

Not only because there are countless divine consciousnesses that have been locked on him, but more importantly, Wang Yu, as the Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu, must stay here.

Otherwise, Taiyi, who was hiding in the dark, would have no chance to save Ku Tianzun. After all, if there was no bait, how could the fish come to bite the hook?