God Emperor

In the previous chapter, the name of Hades Ancestor was written as "Sixteenth Night", which has been revised. It should have been called "Sixteenth Day".

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The aura of the ancestor was so overwhelming that all the creatures in the Demon God Realm fell to their knees, unable to breathe.

"This is...the true ancestor!"

Ancestor Chongming was shocked. For a moment, it was difficult to determine the true identity of the fisherman in the Xinghai Sea. Was he the Dark Ancestor or the Corpse Nightmare?

It stands to reason that the possibility of a corpse nightmare having ancestor-level cultivation is extremely low, and the possibility of being able to survive from the ancient times to this era is almost zero.

If he is both the ancestor and the immortal, how can the corpse nightmare be willing to always be subordinate to the underworld ancestor?

If Corpse Nightmare is the ancestor, why would the Underworld Ancestor cultivate the Great Demon God in ancient times?

No matter what the truth is, at this moment, the ancestor of Chongming has been completely conquered by the aura and power of the ancestor, and he no longer dares to have any second thoughts.

This is a deterrent from the deepest part of the soul!

This is the thought that is instilled in every monk since he embarks on the path of cultivation: "The ancestor is invincible and omnipotent."

At this point, Patriarch Chongming immediately released his spiritual power to cover the star field around the Demon God Realm, covering up the secrets of the heavens and preventing them from being understood in advance by the heavens in the heavenly universe.

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Space distorts, and the rules of heaven and earth change.

In just a moment, Wentianjun, who was visiting Yaozu Ridge, was dragged into the battlefield of different time and space by the Xinghai fisherman.

Suddenly, Wen Tianjun was still calm. He looked at the ground under his feet, turning into a rough sea of ​​​​underworld, and a meandering weak water appeared above his head. How could he still not understand what happened?

The auras of Nether Sea and Weak Water are both unparalleled, and the fields they create can change the world.

"Wow!"

Behind Wentianjun, the light and shadow of Babel Tower appeared. He held the Emperor's Ruler tightly in his hand and locked his eyes firmly in front of him.

Figures including Xinghai Angler, Chongming Patriarch, Afya, Yan Wushen and others appeared in front of him one after another, standing on the surface of the Underworld Sea, all of them with strong auras and intimidating power.

Everyone can create a world of their own by relying on the rules and divine patterns they have cultivated.

The regular divine patterns are intertwined into a network in the battlefield of different time and space, everywhere and endlessly.

Lord Wentian remained calm in the face of danger, his eyes were fixed on Patriarch Chongming, and said: "It turns out that you have taken refuge with Ancestor Ming a long time ago, no wonder you can suppress Ming Hai, what a great drama to hide the truth."

The ancestor of the Chongming Dynasty was calm in the wind, and the array patterns and talisman patterns around his body gathered together, and he said: "A good bird chooses a tree to roost! Just us people, challenging the immortal is just an egg against a stone. This principle, why don't you Do you understand?”

Suddenly, the space shrank rapidly and gray fog filled the air.

"Wen Tianjun, this five-spirit clearing move will send you on your way! Break the physical body, break the soul, break the rules, break the Tao, break the spirit."

The Xinghai fisherman made a decisive move, not wanting to waste time, he stretched out his fingers across time and space, and pressed Xiang Wentianjun with one palm.

Who would have thought that the Xinghai fisherman, who is famous for his spiritual power, has already reached the ancestor level of martial arts?

One palm encompasses the heaven and the earth, making Wen Tianjun nowhere to escape.

The five fingers contain five different terrifying powers, which are beyond the rules. The semi-ancestral regular divine pattern released by Wentianjun was completely unable to block the light and shadow of the Babel Tower and the protective divine energy was scattered like clouds and mist.

Wentianjun has never encountered such a terrifying and powerful enemy. He let out a long roar from his mouth, moved blood in his body, rushed out a billion thunder and lightning from his muscles, and swung out the Emperor's Divine Ruler.

As a half-ancestor, he uses his physical body to prove the Tao. Every particle of his physical body stores energy that can destroy stars and destroy worlds.

Patriarch Chongming, Afya and others were all shocked.

Based on the power fluctuations erupting from Wentianjun's body at this moment, they were sure that they would never be able to block his punch.

How much energy is stored in flesh and blood?

"Boom!"

In less than a breath, Wentianjun's half-ancestral body was crushed by the fingers of the Xinghai fisherman and turned into blood mist and skeleton.

The Xinghai fisherman has heaven and earth in the palm of his hand, and Wen Tianjun cannot escape.

"Is this going to break the body?"

Yan Wushen held his breath.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the confrontation between Tian Mu, Zhang Ruochen, Haotian and others and the Nine-headed Stone Man. The strength of the Xinghai fishermen was more than one or two steps higher than that of the Nine-headed Stone Man?

Is this the real ancestor?

A half-ancestor who can crush the mighty warrior to death with just one strike?

Wentianjun's skeleton is intertwined with rules and order, and it has not completely collapsed. He raised it with both hands and supported it in the palm of the star sea fisherman. He made a deafening voice: "So what about the ancestor, as long as you can't kill me, you will only let me." Become stronger."

The face of the Xinghai fisherman flickered, sometimes sacred, sometimes ferocious, and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, just break it for me!"

"Bang!"

Wentianjun's strongest bones were finally unable to withstand the squeeze of the ancestor's power and turned into pieces.

"Second break, break the soul!"

Flames appeared in the palms of Xinghai Angler, and each palm print was a river of fire, refining Wentianjun's half-ancestral soul.

"Third break, break the rules!"

The ancestral divine pattern of the Xinghai Angler merged with the gray mist of death, rushing like a tide towards the small world wrapped in the "Five-Breaking Clear Spiritual Hand", intending to wipe out all of Wentianjun's cultivation.

This is the last step before breaking through!

The rules and order of the Half-Ancestor are like pillars, supporting Wentianjun's path of cultivation for more than a million years. At this moment, it is constantly melting.

The Chongming Patriarch, the Peacock Queen and others were frightened by the Xinghai fishermen, and a shadow was left deep in their hearts that they would never forget in their lifetime.

I just feel that the Xinghai fishermen are already invincible in the universe.

The half-ancestors of the current generation, such as Haotian and Tianmu, were like children laughing in front of him. They would definitely be slapped to death with his hands, and there was no way they could resist.

"The ancestor is invincible in the world!" The Peacock Queen said in a daze.

"Wow!"

Above the Underworld Sea, a huge crack thousands of miles long appeared on the battlefield in different time and space. Wisps of starlight spilled in from the cracks.

There are countless bright spots in the starlight.

Every speck of light is a divine mark.

"You're chasing me so soon?"

The Xinghai Angler frowned slightly, looked at Wentianjun whose body and soul had been almost completely wiped out, and said: "He will be left to you, remember to completely destroy his spirit and Tao."

The Xinghai fisherman turned into a gray mist, rushed towards the space crack, and disappeared between heaven and earth together with thousands of divine and martial marks.

"To deal with Haotian, you have to go to Baal."

In Yan Wushen's ears, he heard the last lingering sounds of the Xinghai fisherman.

"Is there anyone in this universe who can compete with him?"

Ancestor Chongming felt heavy, feeling that the world was getting stranger and stranger, and taboos that only existed in legends were appearing one after another. With his ninety-third-level mental power, he could only drift with the tide like duckweed in the sea, unable to control his destiny.

Looking at Wentianjun, whose body and soul were almost destroyed, Patriarch Chongming felt a little better, and said with a bit of schadenfreude: "The Kunlun world is really interesting. I thought that after the two half-ancestors were born, they could go to glory. Unexpectedly , it’s the same ending as before, being pushed into the abyss. This is such a high-profile end. How could the ancestor allow such a powerful force in the sword world to exist? "

Yan Wushen reminded: "Don't underestimate any half-ancestor. Although Wentianjun's body and soul have been wiped out to little, his half-ancestor's divine source has not been broken, and his Taoism and spirit are still there. Even the ancestor You can't kill him easily. As long as you give him time, he can regenerate enough blood and spirit to return to his peak."

Only a small amount of Wentianjun's blood, immortal matter, and soul are left, like a wisp of red mist.

But until this point, the Xinghai fishermen have not been able to completely break his path and find the source of his half-ancestral god.

The tyrannical half-ancestor’s spiritual will is always immortal and fills the battlefield in different time and space.

"It's not that the ancestor can't kill him, it's just that he doesn't have that much time to spend time with him. The half-ancestor has no power to resist in front of the real ancestor."

The Mother of Weak Water appeared from the Milky Way in human form, with long hair tied high and wrapped in purple gauze. She walked barefoot and walked towards the red mist step by step.

In the red mist, Wentianjun's bones and blood were condensing and gradually transformed into human form.

The aura of the half-ancestor is constantly increasing, as if it is immortal.

With the presence of two semi-ancestral masters, Weoshui and Minghai, everyone present was not worried about what kind of waves Qian Tianjun could stir up, everything was a foregone conclusion.

Not to mention that Wentian Jun's combat power was only 10% or 20% at most at the moment. Even if he was still at his peak, it would be absolutely difficult to escape.

Patriarch Chongming looked at Yan Wushen and suddenly said: "Can you give it to me?"

Yan Wushen smiled and said: "Ancestor is interested in his half-ancestral divine source?"

Patriarch Chongming said: "For spiritual monks, the physical body is the biggest weakness. If he can refine his half-ancestral divine source into his body, I dare not say how much his combat power will increase. At least I will have the courage to lead you to heaven to rescue the great devil. . Otherwise, I may not be able to withstand Haotian's angry blow."

How could someone with ninety-third level mental power die so easily? How could he not even be able to withstand a blow from the Half-Ancestor?

Yan Wushen knew that Patriarch Chongming was seeking benefits, but he didn't point it out. He looked at the spirit of the underworld that had transformed into a human form, and whispered in a low voice: "Mother of Weak Water was too close to Bai Yuan in the past, and will It would be better to give the Half-Ancestor Divine Source to her than to the Chongming Patriarch.”

Although the spirit of the underworld is in human form, it is just a piece of darkness, and its facial features cannot be seen.

"Just do as you say."

The voice of the spirit of the underworld is erratic on the sea surface, vague and absent.

Yan Wushen sent a message to Patriarch Chongming: "I have obtained Lord Minghai's consent for you!"

"I will remember this favor!"

Ancestor Chongming stepped on a river of spiritual power and walked towards Wentianjun, who had condensed into a human form.

Wisps of spiritual power were shot to various places on the battlefield in different time and space, and the remaining soul fragments of Wentianjun were continuously captured and collected.

The Mother of Weak Water felt the will of Ming Hai and Yan Wushen, and knew that they represented Ming Ancestor and Xinghai Angler respectively, so she did not want to offend them, so she had to retreat.

After all, she relied on Minghai to escape from the confinement of heaven and recover her cultivation.

"Ask Tianjun, do you not even have the power to self-destruct the divine source now?"

Ancestor Chongming used huge arrays to restrain Wentianjun, and said: "Remembering our old friendship, I can't bear to see you humiliated, so I will hand over the source of my half-ancestral god, and I will definitely give you a decent death." ”

"Want the Half-Ancestor Divine Source? Are you qualified?" Wentianjun said coldly.

Patriarch Chongming gradually turned cold and said: "Then there is no other way. I can only spend more time to slowly destroy your rules and order. By the way, your daughter has the divine heart conceived by the remnant soul of Murong Buhuo, right? "

Wentianjun's eyes were filled with endless cold light.

"哏哓."

Ancestor Chongming stretched out his claw-like palms. As his mental power was released, circles of formations contracted, squeezing Wentianjun's newly condensed body.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha trumpet sounded!

Tens of thousands of Buddhist lanterns appeared out of thin air on the Sea of ​​Hell, and a young and handsome monk in white came riding the waves.

It is Master Candeng.

Master Can Deng and Wentianjun have been friends for many years in the Bianhuang Universe. They both practiced "Tongtian Lu" to temper their bodies, and they also helped Wentianjun bring a letter to Princess Shenxi.

Because he once understood the "Book of Destiny", Can Deng has extraordinary attainments in the path of destiny.

He saw a hint of heavenly secrets in his destiny, so he took the initiative to come with Wentianjun, but he did not enter the world of demons and gods.

Afya was surprised and whispered: "It's actually him!"

"No matter who you are, if you break into this place, don't leave!"

Minghai and Weishui's Mother felt the unusual aura on Can Deng, and they all used their magical powers to attack.

Candeng uses his spiritual thoughts to control thousands of Buddhist lamps to block the weak mother of water from the Buddha's light.

Thousands of other Buddhist lanterns were scattered by the impact of the underworld.

The spirit of the underworld carries infinite power and creates a heaven-shaking hand seal. At this moment in the battlefield of different time and space, all time becomes stationary.

"You are much better than her!"

I don't know what means Can Deng used to break the suppression of the power of time. He formed a seal on his palm, and a thousand-foot-tall golden bell appeared around him, blocking the handprint of the spirit of the underworld.

"Buzz!"

Circles of ripples spread out, and the sound of the bell spread in all directions, knocking Yan Wushen and Afya back.

The Peacock Queen, who was the weakest in cultivation, vomited divine blood from her mouth and was almost beaten back to her original form.

In the battle in the Netherworld Dungeon, the Spirit of the Netherworld relied on the Netherworld Sea and the eighteen levels of Netherworld Purgatory to stop the four masters of Haotian, Empress Shiji, Soul Mother, and Meng Ge. Although Baal secretly helped him, it was enough to prove his power. .

After Master Can Deng blocked his palm, he still had some strength left and asked Tianjun: "Are you okay?"

"You can't die! But, if you don't take off your cassock and pick up the halberd again, I'm afraid we won't be able to fight out of this different time and space today." Wentian Jun said.

"I have long said that when I take off my cassock, it will be the day when I become the founder of the realm. Unfortunately, my state of mind is not perfect yet. Even if I take off my cassock, the ancestor of the realm will be just an evil ancestor and a demon ancestor. It is difficult to retain a clear state of mind. ." Candeng let out a long sigh, filled with endless desolation.

"Have you had enough chatting? Do you really think that our two half-ancestors are nothing?"

The Mother of Weak Water summoned the Tianhe River, smashed the Buddhist lanterns above Can Deng's head, split out the Emperor's Divine Ruler that she had captured earlier, and hit the golden Buddha bell.

"Although I can't take off my cassock, it's time to use the halberd. It's time to wash away its rust with the underworld and weak water."

Can Deng's sleeves lifted up like clouds, and a long halberd appeared in his hand.

There are halberds on both sides, like a tic-tac-toe.

It's a square-shaped halberd!

"Wow!"

Can Deng's arm was thrown out like a whip, and the painted halberd came from bottom to top, drawing a bright arc of light and knocking the weak water mother upside down.

The scratches on her chest kept spraying water.

The Emperor's Divine Ruler also flew out of his hand.

"Roar!"

At the same time, Wentianjun looked up to the sky and roared, his hair flying, breaking through the formations suppressing his body, suddenly leaping up, and punched Patriarch Chongming in the chest.