God Emperor

The spirit of the underworld has ripples on its chest, and its body is like liquid or mist, dissolving the energy of Zhang Ruochen's sword finger into the invisible.

This is an extraordinary achievement in cultivation, which has reached the state of true selflessness, just like the heaven and earth itself.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't penetrate the world. This is the truth.

The spirit of the underworld saw four divine weapons and soldiers flying towards them. The divine sword cut through the void, the stone knife slashed the sky, the earth cauldron suppressed the origin, and the Hong cauldron spread out into the sea of ​​stars. Each one had astonishing destructive power.

"Artifact weapons are only means, and one's own cultivation is the foundation. I don't use weapons, my hands are the strongest weapons."

He didn't panic at all, and responded calmly. He raised his arm and dropped it like a whip.

"Wow!"

A long and winding Styx River was born along his arm, and he waved it out with his arm, collecting all four artifacts and weapons.

Even the Demonic Stone Sword sank into the River Styx and could not escape.

The spirit of the underworld's eyes were sharp and arrogant, and all kinds of magic appeared and died in its pupils. He said: "You practice "Luo Shu" and "He Tu" at the same time. Unfortunately, you have not even perfected Xiaoyan. How can you compete with me? First-grade divine way, Wuji Tai Chi is not even one ten thousandth as good as Ming Ancestor’s Taoism.”

The sound resounded throughout the sea of ​​​​stars, and thousands of stars were trembling.

…

"Wow!"

Baal used the Sky-Stepping Technique, with his feet as big as planets, carrying the surrounding space, and stepped hard towards the canyon where Zhang Ruochen fell, trying to bury him underground.

Countless rules and demonic energy fell along with the soles of his feet.

"Boom!"

Mountains collapsed, the earth sank, and ravines were buried.

The landform of this land of the underworld has changed dramatically, and the space has been squeezed and twisted, enough to bury the heavens.

A bright beam of sword energy soared into the sky from another area. Zhang Ruochen spread his blood wings and appeared tens of thousands of miles behind Barr.

Barr did not turn around, and immediately released twenty-one demonic stone pillars from the divine world, which piled up into a stone mountain. As if he could predict Zhang Ruochen's course of action, the stone mountain crashed into the void on the left.

"Bang!"

The Wuding appeared out of thin air and collided with the stone mountain. Energy ripples spread throughout the underworld.

Barr's prediction was right, but he was also wrong!

Zhang Ruochen's true form appeared in the winding Styx River, hoping to retrieve the Shen Yuan Divine Sword first.

The Styx derived from the spirit of the sea of ​​​​underworld is intertwined with rules and order. It is impossible to recapture the four artifacts and weapons with just thoughts.

"You don't want to escape, but you still want to retrieve the soldiers? It's just wishful thinking."

The spirit of the underworld came on the wind, three minutes faster than Zhang Ruochen, and struck Zhang Ruochen on the back with a palm.

The real palm seal contains eight hundred magical powers and can kill eight hundred gods.

Zhang Ruochen, whose fingertips were only inches away from touching the hilt of the Shen Yuan Divine Sword, had to give up taking the sword, turned around and punched the palm print of the Spirit of the Underworld.

Fudo Meiou Fist!

"boom!"

One punch can destroy eight hundred magical powers.

But the palm power of the spirit of the underworld is more terrifying than the eight hundred magical powers, and the palm is harder than the artifact.

The half-ancestral divine power was like a violent wind and rain, and Zhang Ruochen flew out backwards until he flew to the bottom of the twenty-seventh level of the sky world, and fell into the ninth level of chaotic divine light before he stabilized his body.

The spirit of the underworld let out a sigh, and then realized that the Shen Yuan Divine Sword had returned to Zhang Ruochen's hands.

The sword energy is like rain, traveling through the nine-color chaotic divine light.

Just now, when he hit Zhang Ruochen with his palm print, the space showed signs of distortion.

While Zhang Ruochen received his full palm blow, he still had the power to distort the space and seize the Shen Yuan Divine Sword, which was beyond the expectations of the spirit of the underworld.

At least, in terms of spatial attainments, Zhang Ruochen is definitely not inferior to him.

"Zhang Ruochen, thank you for sending me the cauldron! The Wu cauldron, also known as the Jade Emperor cauldron, was once the strongest soldier of the Immortal King Fudo. By pushing it to the extreme, it can communicate with the ancient witch ancestors. I don't know if it's true or not?"

Baal stood on the edge of the mouth of the Wuding Cauldron, with demonic energy and rules pouring out from under his feet, forming eight magic dragon iron chains, locking the Wuding Cauldron tightly.

Previously, he was struck by the sword and suffered a great loss, and his soul was severely traumatized.

After seizing the Wuding, Baal was able to calm down his resentment and smile all over his face, intending to anger Zhang Ruochen and make him unbalanced.

Zhang Ruochen stepped on the long bridge formed by the convergence of nine-color chaotic divine light. The twenty-seven heavenly worlds behind him were majestic. He exuded a power that was not inferior to that of the Half-Ancestor. He said: "Then you have to put it away. Wu Ding only recognizes Zhang Ruochen." family."

Barr stared closely at Zhang Ruochen, unable to understand why he could still be so calm.

"The twenty-seven heavenly worlds left by the Great Lord Fudo Myoyo do contain extraordinary ancestral divine power. You can indeed explode this ancestral divine power with the help of Sword Ancestor Sword Heart. However, with your cultivation, you cannot The ancestral divine power that cannot control the twenty-seven Tianyu worlds cannot withstand this force, have you already suffered the backlash?"

"Thank you for your concern, Supreme Pillar. I will kill you by a thousand, but I will only hurt myself by five hundred."

Zhang Ruochen always looked calm, giving Nether Sea Spirit and Baal a confident calmness, making them suspicious.

The spirit of the Nether Sea was not in a hurry to take action. While collecting the Demonic Stone Knife, Earth Cauldron, and Hong Cauldron from the Styx River, he used his soul thoughts to clone himself to control the Nether Sea and return to the Nether Kingdom, preparing to control the formation of the 80,000-story building in the Nether Kingdom.

The spirit of the underworld is the true body.

The underworld is also the true body.

Just like this, the Minghai who returned to the Kingdom of the Underworld was by no means just a clone, and his combat power was not much inferior to that of his half-ancestor.

Zhang Ruochen did not intercept Ming Hai, and was unable to intercept Ming Hai. All his mental consciousness was locked on the spirit of Ming Hai and Baal, and said: "Separating the spirit from the sea will be the most wrong decision you have made today."

"Really? Is it because after the Sea of ​​Hell enters the Kingdom of Hades, all the gods in the Temple of Destiny will be wiped out?"

The spirit of the underworld is not only highly cultivated, but also has a first-rate mind.

If Zhang Ruochen wants to escape, even if the spirit of the underworld and Baal join forces, it will be difficult for him to stay.

It is precisely because of knowing this that the spirit of the underworld must take charge of the formation consisting of 80,000 buildings in the underworld and trap the gods in the Temple of Destiny inside.

Zhang Ruochen raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Aren't you curious, who is the person who sent you the news? What is its purpose?"

The one who informed the Mingzu faction about Zhang Ruochen and Fengtian's arrival at Beize Great Wall must undoubtedly be the God Realm.

At this point, it is impossible for the Spirit of the Underworld and Baal not to guess.

There is no need for Zhang Ruochen to mention the purpose of the God Realm. The Spirit of the Underworld and Baal know it better than anyone else.

The spirit of the underworld has absolute confidence in its own strength and said: "As long as the Eternal Real King does not come, anyone from the God Realm who comes to the underworld will be dead. Even if they plan and calculate in every possible way, in the end they will be fighting with a bamboo basket. All water is gone.”

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said, "I believe what you said before your soul separated from the sea. But now, it's hard to say!"

The smile on Baal's face faded and he said: "Zhang Ruochen, you'd better worry about yourself first. How long can you hold on against two half-ancestrals alone?"

"Who said I am alone?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ruochen stepped through the space with one step and was in front of the spirit of the underworld in an instant.

Who would have thought that in such a situation, he would dare to take action?

Shen Yuan's divine sword picked up numerous light traces of the order of time, slashed Yuanhui with the sword, and carried endless sword energy and waves of time to strike at the head of the spirit of the underworld.

The spirit of the sea of ​​​​underworld did not dodge or evade, and struck out with a palm. The force of the palm destroyed the sword energy and the light traces of the order of time.

The palm of the hand collided with the edge of the sword, and a clanging sound of metal and stone clashing erupted.

The body of the spirit of the underworld can be as soft as water mist, or it can be indestructible.

Before the two of them could separate, Baal's true form had arrived beside Zhang Ruochen, holding the witch cauldron in his hand, and smashed it down on Zhang Ruochen with the force of sweeping thousands of troops.

The speed is too fast and there is no way to avoid it.

Zhang Ruochen flew out again. This time, his body was heavily damaged and blood was gurgling.

They were defeated in just one rendezvous.

Faced with Baal and the Spirit of the Underworld at the same time, not to mention Zhang Ruochen, even if Tianmu, Haotian, and Empress Shiji acted alone, they would definitely suffer a disastrous defeat.

Zhang Ruochen had obviously been wounded, but Baer was the only one to pursue the victory.

The spirit of the underworld only took half a step forward, then froze its body and looked towards the direction of the eighteenth level of netherworld purgatory.

The eighteenth level of netherworld purgatory has been colliding with the twenty-seventh level of the heavenly world. The spirit of the sea of ​​​​underworld and Zhang Ruochen both have part of their soul thoughts to stay in these forty-five worlds, mobilizing the powers of the ancestor of the underworld and the great king Fudo Ming respectively. A fight of strength.

Below the eighteenth level of Nether Purgatory, the frozen body of Xu Tian and the blood-dropping sword were suppressed.

In the twenty-seventh level of Tianyu World, the black hands are suppressed.

Just when the spirit of the Nether Sea looked over, a golden radiance illuminated the starry sky where Netherworld Purgatory and Tianyu World were located.

"Woof!"

The sound was like a dog barking, and the sound waves resounded throughout the world.

The huge body of Ancestor Jin Ni crashed through the space, came under the starry sky, and ran straight towards the spirit of the underworld.

The long hair on its neck shines like golden silk, and every time it steps into the void, circles of golden water ripples appear under its hooves.

That sound wave shattered the ice sealing Xutian and the Blood-Drying Sword below the eighteenth level of Netherworld Purgatory.

The blood-dropping sword roared and turned into a beautiful arc, flying into Chi Yao's hands.

Chi Yao stood on the back of Ancestor Jin Yang, holding a sword and staring at the spirit of the underworld.

The moment when Patriarch Jin Ni stretched out his claws and struck at the spirit of the underworld. Chi Yao swung her sword and cut off the River Styx flowing around the spirit of the Nether Sea. The Earth Cauldron and the Hong Cauldron were brought into the divine world by her.

It was only at this moment that the spirit of the underworld finally understood why Zhang Ruochen took the initiative to attack him just now, knowing that he would be defeated and injured.

It is creating opportunities for Chi Yao and Ancestor Jin Yi.

Create an opportunity to rescue Xu Fengjin.

The spirit of the underworld was well aware of the tyrannical power of Ancestor Jin Yi, and did not dare to catch it with his bare hands, so he had to swing the demon stone sword.

The moment the claws of the knife touched, he immediately trampled the space and fell into the void world, removing the power of the claws of the ancestor Jin Ni.

On the other side, Xu Tian escaped, his torn body was reshaped, his expression was extremely cold and stern, and he shouted: "Give me a magic medicine, I will recover from the injury as quickly as possible."

"There is a magic medicine in the Tianyu world, go and pick it yourself."

Zhang Ruochen and Baer each held a tripod and fought in close quarters, with the tripods colliding with each other.

Xu Tian was eager to regain his strength and avenge his shame, so he turned into a stream of light and rushed into the twenty-seventh level of the world.

After a while, Xu Tian flew out of the world of Tianyu with hundreds of thousands of swords left behind by the Immovable King Ming, hoping to fight against the spirit of the underworld and regain the situation.

"When you go to the Kingdom of the Underworld, you must not let the clone of the spirit of the Underworld Sea control the formation. The Sword Source Divine Tree and the Tianji Brush are suppressed in the Underworld Sea." Zhang Ruochen said.

Xu Tian rolled his eyes and regained some sense. He immediately changed direction and disappeared into the land of the underworld shrouded in black mist.

Zhang Ruochen is sure that the dark remnant must have come to Beize Great Wall and is paying attention to this battle.

However, from beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen did not place his hope on Him.

The most important thing is not to seek skin from a tiger, but to prevent yourself from being eaten by a tiger.

The dark hand was plotting against Zhang Ruochen, not the Dark Sea Spirit and Baal.

Therefore, in essence, Zhang Ruochen is his prey.

Of course, if Zhang Ruochen is strong enough, he can severely damage the Mingzu faction.

So as the mortal enemy of the Mingzu faction, Dark Remnant Body naturally doesn't mind joining in and helping Zhang Ruochen wipe out the Mingzu faction.

What Dark Remnant wants to see more is for both Zhang Ruochen and the Ming Ancestor faction to suffer losses. When the time comes, the initiative will be in His hands!

Ancestor Jin Yang is Zhang Ruochen's real trump card, and rescuing Xu Tian will be the most important step in reversing the situation of the battle.

Now Zhang Ruochen is just waiting for the people from Heaven to show up!

The trip to the Great Wall of Beize is full of dangers and of great importance, enough to affect the situation of the universe after the opening of the Yuhuang Realm.

As a strategic ally, how could Zhang Ruochen not communicate with Haotian?

Both the sword world and the hell world have strong men coming, and heaven will naturally respond.

The battle on Beize Great Wall is fierce enough, and it will naturally attract people from all sides. The pressure faced by Heaven, Sword Realm, Hell Realm, and Yuhuang Realm will all be reduced.

"Where have the monks from Heaven gone? Why haven't they shown up yet?"

Zhang Ruochen was full of questions and had an ominous premonition.

…

Ancient God Panyuan walked step by step on the Beize Great Wall. His body was like a sacred mountain made of copper, his arms were like pillars, and his eyes were blazing with the divine flames of destruction.

Feng Yan, who was following him, was dressed in a splendid divine robe, holding a Pure Yang Divine Sword. His sword-shaped eyebrows and star-shaped eyes were extremely precious.

Under a beacon tower in front, a thin cyan figure sat cross-legged, playing the piano with both hands.

The melodious sound of the piano seems to be telling the story of eternal grievances and endless sadness and desolation.

As the ancient god Panyuan and Feng Yan got closer and closer, the sound of the piano suddenly turned sharp and high-pitched. In the void, the real sound of fighting and iron horses resounded, countless armies were running, and the sound of killing was soaring into the sky.

Until Ancient God Panyuan stopped ten feet away, the old man in blue and Confucian robes pressed the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Seeing the face of the old man in blue robes and Confucian robes, Ancient God Pan Yuan narrowed his eyes and his eyelids twitched. He tried his best to suppress the overwhelming shock in his heart and said, "I never expected that you are still alive and have aged like this."

Feng Yan didn't see who the old scholar was. He stared at the Emperor's Ancestor Divine Lord standing at the door of the beacon tower, and many doubts arose in his heart.

The old man in green clothes and Confucian robes wore a square scarf on his head and his face was full of wrinkles. He smiled and said: "How can there be the best of both worlds in this world? If you want to gain cultivation, you must give up time."

Ancient God Panyuan observed the space around him and said vigilantly: "It's only more than 200,000 years old. I can't even see through your current mental power. Is it the peak of the ninety-third level, or the ninety-fourth level?"

"Don't be so nervous. We haven't set up any formations. Just reminisce about the past as old friends. Why don't we have a chat?"

The old man in blue and Confucian robes picked up the guqin and handed it to the Emperor, Ancestor and Divine Lord. Then, he twisted his sleeves and made a gesture of invitation.

There is a futon on the ground opposite the low bronze table.

Pan Yuangu said: "Reminiscing about old friends? Are you waiting here on purpose to prevent me from helping Zhang Ruochen? We are both monks in the Kunlun world, and he is the descendant of Xumi, but you don't show any kindness at all? You said that? You educate people with virtue, cultivate the Tao with virtue, and enlighten the mind with virtue, but you are not very good at practicing this virtue!"