God Emperor

Baiyi Valley.

Ten Thousand Buddha Forests are burning, and the divine world of the gods is unfolding. Countless divine planets are suspended in the sky and the underworld. Divine energy and regular divine patterns gather together. The battlefield is spectacular, but it also gives people a tragic scene like the end of the world.

Tianmu used rules and demonic energy to use her magical powers to condense the light and shadow of the seventy-two demonic stone pillars to suppress the seventy-two petal worlds of the seventy-two grade lotuses.

"Thousand Spirit Blood Evil!"

The ringing sounds loudly and goes straight to the soul.

The Blood Evil Bell was like a strange bloody sun, appearing above the head of the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus, shaking and pressing downwards.

The soul was injured, and the scene around the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus was completely lost, leaving only a vast mist of blood in front of him.

Every ray of blood mist was like a rope, wrapping around her body.

The sound of the blood evil bell was getting closer and closer, and the seventy-two petal worlds continued to shatter. The seventy-two-pin lotus no longer had the previous dignity and elegance. With its long hair disheveled, it roared to the sky: "It's not that easy to suppress me. "

"Wow!"

She held up the nine seals with both hands.

The nine marks rotated, slowly upward, becoming larger and larger, and collided with the Blood Evil Bell.

After a moment of stalemate, the nine-head pattern on the nine-head mark began to flash with splendor. It quickly absorbed the magic energy and magic rules condensed by Tianmu's "Thousand Spirit Blood Evil", forming a huge vortex storm.

"This is……"

Tianmu had a bad premonition, stepped on the void, and rushed into the vast blood mist, heading straight towards the Nine Seals.

"late!"

After the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus read these two words, his eyes returned to clarity. The anger and madness just now seemed to be disguised.

The nine marks fell from the sky, crashed into her eyebrows, and merged with the lotus mark between her eyebrows.

The lotus is in the center and the nine heads are in the nine directions.

The infinite and mysterious ancestral rules and Taoist accumulations constantly spurt out from the nine poems, nourishing the lotus in the center.

The brilliance of the seventy-two lotus between the brows is constantly evolving, with lotuses growing and dying, flowers blooming and falling, as if countless thousands of years have passed in an instant.

Tianmu stepped through the broken world of seventy-two petals. She was ten feet away from the seventy-two-grade lotus. She was blocked by the ancestral rules bursting out from the nine seals. She could only move forward slowly and arduously.

Tianmu has understood everything. The purpose of Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus coming to Baiyi Valley was never to rescue Black Hand, but to come for her.

Because for Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus, nothing is more important than reaching the half-ancestral realm.

The nine-headed ancestral mark can help her do it.

Although the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus received the Nine Marks of the Great Demon God, it could not be refined at all and could not absorb the ancestral Taoism in it.

In today's world, only Tianmu, the number one person in the demonic path, and the magical powers of the Blood Evil Bell and Qianling Blood Evil can help her.

She expected that Tianmu would not kill her, but would only use the magical power of Qian Xingxue Demon to imprison her, so she took what she did today.

Even the Dark Lord is just a pawn for her to use.

Seventy-two Pin Lian knew from the beginning that sending Lao Mo and Xue Tongling to kill the Ice Emperor would be impossible to lure Tian Lao there.

The aura on the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus is getting stronger and stronger, the dark light and the Buddha's light alternately flash, time and space are turbulent, the entire sky and underworld, and the rules of heaven and earth along the entire Dark Abyss defense line are boiling.

Tianmu's eyes were calm, and he closed the distance with her step by step, ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

Of course, Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus knew how advanced Tian Lao’s cultivation level was. At this moment, he had absolutely no intention of competing with her. He said: “Buddhists talk about cause and effect. Thank you Tian Lao for helping me break through the half-ancestral realm. In the future, I will spare your life once."

Tianmu certainly has a way to break through the rules and order of the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus with the power of thunder, but in that case, the White Clothes Valley and the Kong Ning Realm will also be wiped out.

This point is undoubtedly part of Seventy-two Pin Lian's calculations.

Tianmu's fingers were like swords, slowly penetrating the rules of the ancestors and thousands of time and space, and she was only a few feet away from the true form of the seventy-second lotus...

"boom!"

The nine marks of the seventy-two-level lotus between the eyebrows rushed out of the body together with the lotus mark, bursting out with the surging half-ancestral divine power.

The next moment, like an arrow from a string, she flew off the ground, broke through the oppression of the broken Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation, and headed straight to the sky of the Sky and Underworld.

"Wow! Wow! Wow..."

In the sky of the sky and the underworld, seventy-two divine planets that had been extinguished for many years were lit up by the aura of the semi-ancestral emanating from her body at this moment, and they regained their brightness.

Like a magic lamp, the avenue will never be extinguished.

It was Kong Fanning's seventy-two divine planets that were preserved by the God of Nu Tian to this day.

The seventy-two Lotus God Constellation planets converged towards her from all directions, merging with the seventy-two broken petal worlds, flying towards the depths of the starry sky like a cosmic divine lotus that dominated time and space.

Tianmu sighed softly and was about to chase after him, but the earth suddenly shook violently.

A majestic Styx River, like a countercurrent waterfall, soars into the sky from a certain sea area in the Sky and Underworld, releasing the unparalleled half-ancestral aura and chasing straight towards the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus.

Tian Lao clearly saw the figure of God Nu Tian in the River Styx.

Tianmu thought for a long time and finally gave up the idea of ​​pursuing him. To resolve this grudge, God Nu Tian, ​​Haotian, and Zhang Ruochen are all more suitable than her.

There are even greater crises waiting for her in the White Clothes Valley and the Dark Abyss Defense Line.

"Uh-huh!"

Her figure flashed, drawing a curve of red light, and shuttled through the Ten Thousand Buddhas Forest.

Then he entered the worlds of gods and fell heavily with his palm, clashing with the Dark Lord's right hand.

Demonic energy and dark energy collided, rules intertwined, and the two instantly entered the battlefield in different time and space.

…

The war between the emperors penetrated the three realms and formed a terrifying hole in the world. Without thousands of years, there was no way it could recover on its own.

The battles and legendary eras that only existed in legends have appeared, and they will definitely leave a mark in future generations.

The divine warriors "Wuying" and "Wuyan" stand on the colorful Lihentian, at the edge of the cave between heaven and earth.

Wu Yan holds a foot-long treasure box and collects a steady stream of divine marks from the caves of heaven and earth.

These divine martial marks shine brightly, containing powerful blood and soul, like countless elixir light spots.

This melee destroyed too many big worlds and living planets, and countless trillions of monks perished. Their divine martial marks, carrying their blood and souls, flew continuously towards Lihentian and entered the silent treasure box.

After the death of some living beings, their bones entered the Santu River.

The entire Santu River is full of floating corpses and broken limbs, gathered from various big worlds and planets.

The river water turned from turbid and rancid to blood red.

That era is coming to an end, and greater turmoil has arrived. Any big world may be wiped out in an instant, and even the most powerful gods may not see the rising sun the next day.

For the world of gods, this is a feast.

The seeds of the Divine Martial Seal that were sown have grown into great medicine for the monks. They do not need to harvest it personally, but the monks have already turned the world upside down and killed each other.

All they have to do is sit on the sidelines and reap the benefits.

Wuying peered at the thousands of tributaries of the Santu River in endless time and space, and said: "Zhen Zai said that the God Realm uses the mark of divine martial arts to shepherd all living beings, while the Underworld Ancestor created the Santu River to greedily embezzle, and nourish the dead souls to destroy the layout of the God Realm. . Now it seems that Zhenzai is right, Mingzu is using the Santu River as a medium to quietly absorb the nutrients of this universe. "

Wu Yan said in sign language: "If the Dark Lord cannot regain his left hand in this battle, he will lose the qualification to compete with the God Realm and the Ancestor of the Underworld. Now it seems that his chances are getting slimmer and slimmer!"

"He was defeated thousands of years ago! If he hadn't still had some value, how would Zhen Zai have kept it until now?" Wuying said.

Wu Yan said: "The next step is the ultimate showdown between the God Realm and the Underworld Ancestor faction. The other opponents will not be able to make it to the stage."

"When the Underworld Ancestor and the Corpse Nightmare are eliminated, all the creatures in this world will lose the value of their existence. No, they are valuable. The God Realm has supported them for many years. When the time comes, they will sacrifice themselves and help the God Realm survive the disaster. When we enter a new era.”

"At that time, the God Realm was the place of prehistoric civilization in the New Era. After we absorbed the power of the destruction of heaven and earth, we became the ancient creatures of the New Era."

Wuying didn't seem to agree with Wuyan's words and said: "How easy is it to get rid of the Dark Ancestor? The three immortals fought more than ten thousand Yuanhui, and no one could do anything to anyone. They were able to defeat the Dark Lord back then. , the dismemberment was done by the collaboration between the God Realm and the Underworld Ancestor, and it also borrowed the power of the ancestor of the time.”

"There was a chance of success in the battle ten yuanhui ago. Unfortunately, everything was seen through by Fudo Mingou, causing all three parties to suffer losses. Otherwise, the war would not have continued to this day."

“So, it’s not necessarily just the gods and the underworld who are fighting.”

A flash of surprise flashed in Wuyan's eyes, and he said: "Impossible? Is the Lord Fudo Mingwang still alive? Even if he sacrifices his life and can hurt the immortal, it is already the limit. I don't believe he is still in the world!"

Wuying shook his head slightly and said: "Even if the Fudo Ming King dies, the God Realm will still need to rely on the power of the ancestor of the world in order to defeat the Ming Ancestor and achieve the final victory."

"The ancestor of this world!"

Silent eyes stared at the hole in the sky and earth, and saw Zhang Ruochen in the starry sky under the hole.

There is no doubt that Zhang Ruochen must be one of the best candidates for the ancestor of this generation.

"The person the God Realm wants to choose cannot be him. He has a deep relationship with Fudo Myooh, and has a profound concept of independence. How can he stand on the side of the God Realm?"

Wuying looked in the direction of the defense line of the Dark Abyss, saw the sacred lotus rising into the sky, felt the violent fluctuations of time and space, and said: "She has fused the nine marks of the Great Demon God and has broken the half-ancestor. I venture to guess, She is the number one candidate in the God Realm, and it is absolutely impossible for her to side with the Hades Faction and the Great Lord Fudo."

Silently thinking, he suddenly looked at the hole in the sky and earth, and gestured in sign language: "The three old clan emperors have escaped. Zhang Ruochen seems to have no intention of pursuing them. Should we take action?"

Wuying said: "There is no need. Since Zhang Ruochen is close to the twelve Taikoo clans, let him solve it. The deeper the grudge between him and the Mingzu faction, the more beneficial it will be to us."