God Emperor

The return of Ming Zu shocked the whole world.

The news spread rapidly in the hell world, from the God King and Lord in the Infinite Realm, to the Great God and the Ordinary True God, and then to the monks in the Holy Realm.

The earthly world of heaven and universe also hears and knows the news.

In the hell world, there are many fanatical believers in destiny, all of whom bow to the stars and want to see the heroic figure of their ancestors.

The active flow of the rules of destiny makes the auspicious light of destiny appear everywhere in the Huangquan Galaxy. Some rivers turn into twelve colors, some planets have holy springs flowing inside them, and towering sacred trees grow in the starry sky.

As a low-level monk, I have no idea what happened, let alone the dangers involved.

"Bang! Bang..."

Kuilianghuang's disciples have the source of their ancestral divine energy, but they are suppressed by Gong Nanfeng's twelve-color divine eye of destiny, making it difficult to mobilize the ancestral divine energy in them. His body had been blown away seven times until it was completely obliterated.

In front of the Ming Ancestor, using the Ming Ancestor Divine Source was obviously a wrong decision.

Until this moment, Emperor Kuiliang no longer had a body of flesh and blood, only mental power and thoughts remained, just like the island master of the God of Death who was imprisoned in the Temple of Destiny.

Kuilianghuang was frightened, even more than when he encountered Haotian at Haishixingwu.

Mingzu made it clear that he wanted to bury him with him when he was about to die, and desperately wanted to take his life.

At any other time, no matter how strong Mingzu was, it would not be easy to kill him completely. His mental thoughts are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges and cannot be erased in a short time.

But, today is different.

Mingzu could drag him into the calamity cloud and take him away through the Yuanhui calamity.

Kui Lianghuang was in a heavy heart, looking into the depths of the starry sky, as if he was expecting something, perhaps expecting someone to show up to rescue him.

But, no.

"They are all selfish people who don't understand the principle of both prosperity and loss. If I die today, Tianmu and Haotian will be able to spare more energy to deal with you, Lei Pun and Beixi. This is your fate.”

The spiritual power of Emperor Kuiliang spread to the sea of ​​stars in all directions.

Then, he actively saved himself, repeated his old tricks, and his body exploded, turning into twelve long rivers of mental power and thoughts, flying to everywhere in the world.

Naturally, these include Lihentian and the World of Nothingness.

However, Mingzu's perception of the power of destiny is obviously far better than Haotian's at the beginning, and since the main body is the Tianshu Needle, Kuilianghuang's move cannot work at all.

"You are asking for death."

In just an instant, Mingzu accurately locked onto the river of spiritual power and thought that contained Kui Lianghuang's divine heart, ignored the other eleven rivers of spiritual power and thought that escaped, and went straight to catch up.

Once you lose your spiritual heart, no matter how many mental thoughts you leave behind, you will not be able to survive the next tribulation of the Yuan Dynasty.

Kui Lianghuang, who had taken away a lot of his mental power and thoughts, was naturally greatly weakened. How could he still compete with Gong Nanfeng?

Zhang Ruochen followed closely behind the two of them, glanced at the eleven long rivers of spiritual power that had escaped, and found that Fengtian had already taken action to suppress one of the long rivers. Then, she pursued the second long river of spiritual power.

A ninety-second-level mental power monk is comparable to an existence at the peak of immortality. It can be said that each of the long rivers of mental power thoughts contained contains infinite value.

Zhang Ruochen ignored Kui Lianghuang's mental thoughts of escaping and continued to look forward. It was discovered that Kuilianghuang's true body, which contained the divine heart, had fled to the edge of the Santu River Basin and entered the Wangming White Bone Ridge.

"What an unscrupulous old fox, is he planning to drag Emperor Huangquan into trouble?" Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

Kuilianghuang knew very well that he had a way to survive.

The fourth tribulation of Yuanhui has fallen, and the next tribulation thunder will only be stronger.

Mingzu wants to resist the thunder and kill him at the same time. How can it be so easy?

Now, we can only involve more people and delay as much time as possible.

Kuilianghuang and Gong Nanfeng broke into Wangming Baigu Ridge one after another. The gray fog in the mountains was washed away, the roar of battle sounded, and then the mountain collapsed.

The bones that had been deposited for hundreds of millions of years were lifted up into the sky and drifted in the void.

"Crash."

The roar of Emperor Huangquan was heard, and then, the coffins of life and death flew out of the endless white bones and rushed towards the dark and boundless world of nothingness.

Obviously, he didn't dare to provoke Ming Zu, let alone support Kuiliang Huang.

"Bang!"

Gong Nanfeng cut off the order lines in the space with one palm, and landed on the coffin of life and death, deforming the coffin body and erasing countless ghostly auras.

He did not continue to pursue the seriously injured Emperor Huangquan, but broke through Wangming Baigu Ridge, and blocked the path of Emperor Kuiliang with overwhelming momentum.

In panic, Emperor Kuiliang activated the life-extinguishing lamp.

"Bang!"

The life and death lantern was punched by Gong Nanfeng so that the light went out and fell into the Santu River.

Then, he used the power of reality and reality in the Twelve Phases of Destiny, reached out a hundred thousand miles away, and pinched Emperor Kuiliang in his hand from the air, saying: "Come with me!"

No matter how powerful your cultivation is, you cannot remain calm in the face of life and death.

Kui Lianghuang's eyes were frightened, and he tried his best to resist, but his body was still quickly pulled by Gong Nanfeng.

"No, I will never give in!"

…

"Wow!"

The fifth tribulation thunder, bright and hot, fell from the clouds and hit Gong Nanfeng.

Gong Nanfeng was overwhelmed by the calamity thunder, and the Tianshu Needle of his body made a slight cracking sound.

The destructive power was so strong that the lightning flooded the entire Wangming White Bone Ridge, almost razing this mountain that had existed for hundreds of millions of years to the ground.

The world of hell has since lost an important forbidden land.

One can imagine how powerful this tribulation thunder is.

The invisible big hand that originally grabbed Kuilianghuang was split open, causing him to escape and fly into the distance.

"Haha! God will not destroy me, God will not destroy me, Mingzu, how can you fight against the sky? You think you have control of your destiny, but in fact, you have been played by fate all the time."

Emperor Kuiliang laughed wildly in the void, which was a kind of rejoicing for surviving the disaster, and also a ruthless mockery of Mingzu.

He felt that he must respect heaven and earth more and believe in destiny more in the future.

The White Bones Wangmingling Mountain is called this name because, standing on the top of the mountain, you can look out at the netherworld and purgatory in the starry sky in the distance.

The Netherworld Purgatory is like eighteen overlapping large worlds, shrouded in the Netherworld air, like a giant tower in the starry sky. The further down you go, the wider the world becomes and the thicker the atmosphere of the netherworld becomes.

The last two or three layers of the world are almost integrated with the space and become blurry. No matter how strong your cultivation is, you cannot use your divine eyes to see through them.

The Santu River is divided into eighteen parts here.

Eighteen tributaries surged into the eighteenth level of the netherworld and disappeared into the mist.

This is the place where the monks of the three middle tribes transform into the underworld. It is the most important holy land of the underworld tribe and the divine nest that breeds the underworld monks. Of course, this refers to the ninth level of the netherworld above.

The nine-level netherworld below is full of unknowns and dangers.

Suddenly, Kui Liang Huang found a pair of eyes staring at him, and turned around to look. When the thunder and lightning dissipated, Gong Nanfeng's figure reappeared.

He did not die in the thunderstorm.

"How is it possible, this can't kill you?"

Emperor Kuiliang didn't dare to laugh anymore, and he controlled the formation inscriptions all over the sky and fled to the Netherworld Purgatory.

Gong Nanfeng climbed the broken ridge and looked at the majestic Eighteen Realms of Netherworld and Purgatory in the starry sky. His eyes were complicated and difficult to understand, and he muttered to himself: "I have been going around for a lifetime, and finally I have returned here. This is really fate. "Fooling?"

"Uh-huh!"

A bright arrow flew out of the space.

At that moment, the space vibrated violently, and energy ripples appeared in circles, spreading out for hundreds of millions of miles.

Zhang Ruochen could feel the heaven-destroying and earth-destroying power contained in this arrow at the foot of the broken ridge of Wangming Baigu Ridge, as if it was the power of God directed towards the human world to destroy this starry sky.

Many stars above our heads were shaking and crumbling.

The artifact, the Heavenly Arrow, was shot across time and space.

Kuilianghuang, who flew towards Netherworld Purgatory, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Baal had taken action!

Half Ancestor took action and was invincible at the time.

How can a Doomsday Ancestor withstand the attack of a Half Ancestor?

Emperor Kuiliang stopped above the Netherworld Purgatory, regained his composure, and with his beard flying, shouted: "Half-ancestor helps me, kill the soul of the ancestor, and there will be a generous reward in the future!"

However, Kuilianghuang's energy was soon frightened away.

I saw that the arrow flying towards the bottom of the calamity cloud was blocked by the selfless lamp. The lights and shadows of the Gate of Destiny flew out from the palm of Mingzu, passed through the selfless lamp, and collided with the arrow of death.

After a while, the power of the Dead Sky Arrow was neutralized, and its weapon spirit seemed to be asleep.

Gong Nanfeng waved lightly and took it into his hand.

Taking away the artifact of a half-ancestor is enough to shock the world. The Selfless Lamp is in the "Taibai Artifact Chapter", and it must be included in the first chapter because of this battle.

"Today is my deadline, and I will kill whoever comes. I would like to ask among the gods today, who has the courage to do so?"

The divine voice of Mingzu resounded across the starry sky, and every word was like thunder.

On a green wooden boat deep in the starry sky, Empress Shiji released her semi-ancestral aura and said: "Emperor Kuiliang must die today. Whoever dares to intervene will have to kill his soul before stopping."

The sea of ​​stars is silent, and the insects and birds in the world dare not speak.

There are only clouds of calamity, thunder and lightning.

Kuilianghuang, who was suspended above the Netherworld Purgatory, clearly had no body, but felt his vest was cold and his body was bone-chilling.

Gong Nanfeng glanced at Zhang Ruochen down the mountain, and his sharp eyes turned into a free and easy smile: "There is no need to continue sending, I am alone in front of the road! Let's go!"

Zhang Ruochen responded silently, took out a wine gourd and threw it over.

Gong Nanfeng caught it, bit open the lid with his mouth, took a long sip, and threw it back to Zhang Ruochen.

He raised his hand and waved above his head, stepped on the void with his feet, and without looking back, he strode towards the Netherworld Purgatory: "Coming from the ancient times, I have traveled countless roads in my life, and I have seen all kinds of fireworks and all kinds of customs in the world. . Ten feet of soft red, floating through the ages, only a handful of loess buries this prosperous dream!"

"I dare not look back. Looking back is full of suffering. Once I meet the mirror, I will know who I am."

"boom!"

When the sixth calamity thunder fell, Gong Nanfeng had already reached the sky above Netherworld Purgatory, grabbed Kuilianghuang's neck, and lifted him above his head.

The thunder and lightning beam first destroyed Kui Lianghuang's spiritual body and divine heart, and then penetrated Gong Nanfeng's body.

Thunder and lightning fell to the ground, submerging the first world of netherworld energy in Netherworld Purgatory, turning it into a boundless sea of ​​thunder, filled with the energy of destruction.

As the sky shook and the earth shook, Zhang Ruochen carried the gourd and climbed up the ridge step by step, looking into the distance.

The Tianshu needle has been destroyed by the thunder and turned into powder, blooming like fireworks, very gorgeous.

Facing such a terrifying thunderstorm, even the divine weapon could not stop it.

At this time, Gong Nanfeng reunited his broken soul body, but he did not feel the slightest joy in killing Kuilianghuang. Glancing at Zhang Ruochen on the ridge in the distance, he gritted his teeth and smiled, then gathered all his power and crashed into the Netherworld Purgatory below.

"boom!"

His body turned into a beam of light and penetrated the first level of the underworld, causing the world to collapse.

"boom!"

Breaking through the second level of the underworld, dust and smoke clouds continued to pour out.

…

"boom!"

After he broke through the ninth level of the underworld, above the sky and among the calamity clouds, the seventh calamity thunder chased him down.

"Boom!"

Amidst the sounds of destruction, Zhang Ruochen picked up the gourd and took a sip, but he couldn't taste it.

How could the wine of separation between life and death have a taste?

Regardless of whether it tasted good or not, Zhang Ruochen drank heavily. Finally, he spilled the remaining wine on the ground and said his final farewell to Gong Nanfeng.

Farewell between men does not require tears or sensational words.

A pot of wine to celebrate your life!

Eighteen levels of Netherworld Purgatory were penetrated through fifteen levels, and the fifteen Netherworld Qi worlds became tattered and fragmented, like a piece of broken earth suspended in the nebula.

The calamity clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, which meant that the seventh calamity thunder had wiped out all the spirit and soul of Gong Nanfeng.

There is no more Ming Ancestor in the world.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen knew that Nether Purgatory was dangerous and had never dared to set foot in it. However, at this moment, he landed on a broken piece of land on the first level of the underworld.

He waved his sleeves to disperse the dust and smoke, but could not detect any auras of Gong Nanfeng and Kuilianghuang.

The world is ruthless, and no matter how strong your cultivation is, it will fall to the ground like grass and trees in the mountains and turn into mud.

He died in the Yuanhui Tribulation, leaving no trace of his bones.

The sound of "chen" unconsciously appeared in Zhang Ruochen's ears, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. No one would call him that again in the future.

He tore off a piece of his robe, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, and wrapped it up.

The cold wind whistled, and the whimpering sounds of children could be heard.

Zhang Ruochen looked around and saw that the selfless lamp was like a child who had lost his mother, flying in the dust of the dark air, looking for Gong Nanfeng, constantly shouting "Master".

It caught up with Zhang Ruochen who was about to leave and said, "Where are you going? The master fell because of you, and you just left like this?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "What passes away will eventually pass away. The more you see it, the more you will feel at ease! Don't worry, I know the unwillingness in his heart and what he wants to do. As a friend, I will help him fulfill his last wish. Do I will do it for the enemy."

Wu-Se Deng said: "The master said the same thing before, but I don't believe it. He said, if I don't believe it, I will follow you and see if you can do what you say. Zhang Ruochen, I want to supervise you for the master!"

"what ever!"

Zhang Ruochen had more important things to do and had no time to worry about a lamp, so he flew out of the Netherworld Purgatory at high speed.

"Wait a minute, the master still has a few relics left for you, to be precise, you, but you need to take them to those people! How can you be so ruthless?"

Wuwo Deng chased him all the way to the Santu River.

Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and walked through various river sections, but failed to find the life and death lamp.

And in the starry sky in the distance, the broken world of fifteen levels of underworld energy was quickly reuniting under the influence of an incredible force.

"There is indeed a problem."

Even if there was a problem, Zhang Ruochen did not dare to investigate at the moment, so he had to suppress his curiosity and said: "Kui Lianghuang has not been completely killed yet, let's go, come with me, and kill all his mental thoughts."

Each of Kuilianghuang's spiritual thoughts has terrifying power.

These mental thoughts cannot survive the next Yuanhui disaster. However, in this era, the rules of heaven and earth are loose, and Emperor Kuiliang can completely seize his direct descendants and gain a new life.

How much turmoil will this cause to the Rakshasa clan?

In addition, Zhang Ruochen's mental power has reached the ninetieth level. If he wants to improve quickly, how can he not refine a furnace of mental power pills? Kui Lianghuang's mental power idea can be used as the main medicine.

When Wuwo Deng heard this, his murderous intent increased greatly, and he said: "Kui Lianghuang must be wiped out completely. This is the master's last wish. Also, the source of the Ancestor of Life must also be recovered, and it must not fall into the hands of others again."

…

On the green wooden boat, Empress Shi Ji lifted the gauze curtain with her delicate fingers and walked out of the boat.

Pingting is like a fairy, her eyes are like clouds and smoke.

Her beauty brings together the beauties of heaven and earth, and the paintings that have been passed down through the ages are not as good as one-tenth of her own.

Empress Shiji's starry eyes looked at the Netherworld Purgatory with waves, and said: "I broke through the Netherworld with my body, and my ambition is the Ancestor of the Netherworld. It's a pity that even if he fights to the death, he can't break through the eighteen levels of Netherworld Purgatory, and he can't break through the heart. The shackles, the resentment and unwillingness are still floating in the space. Is this the end of the ancestor?"

There was only Empress Shiji on the boat, and the woman in black robe was nowhere to be seen.