God Emperor

"Yin Yuanchen?"

"This kid is a bit bloody, but he wants to self-destruct his divine source under the eyes of the ancestor... Hehe, does he have the absolute will to break the ninety-fifth-level mental power suppression? Or should I help him."

"Bang!"

In a dark forest in the mountains, the body of a great god in the divine world exploded.

Blood and flesh splattered, and the bones inside were revealed. It was Xuanyuan No. 2 who was wearing a bright red cassock.

Xuanyuan No. 2's bone body exuded a thousand-foot Buddha light.

The cassock was red like a lantern.

No longer had any scruples, even if the ancestor's eyes might have been looking at him.

He put his hands together and recited scriptures.

The melodious Sanskrit sound, like the monks of hundreds of worlds chanting morning lessons, resounded through the mountains of Tianshi Wuzhong.

"Wow!"

A pair of thick pillar-like bone arms spread out, flames overflowed from the bone gaps, and the whole body burned.

The divine energy in the body quickly surged back to the divine source.

This is the Buddhist "self-sacrifice and nirvana technique".

After refining the curse bone, Xuanyuan Di Er has broken through to the peak of the immortal and boundless realm. With the blessing of this technique, he self-destructs the divine source. No one below the ancestor dares to say that they are absolutely sure to stop it.

Too decisive!

It seems that he sacrificed his body without any thought.

Of course, Xuanyuan Di Er can be so decisive, because only by being so decisive can he successfully self-destruct the divine source before Murong Lord reacts.

In the Heavenly Court, the moment he agreed to Zhang Ruochen to enter the God Realm, he had made all preparations and knew very well why he came to the God Realm.

When he left the Heavenly Court, he never thought that he could go back alive.

"Boom!"

Xuanyuan Di Er crushed the earth with one foot, turned into a golden light column, and went straight to the ancestor's formation light curtain in the direction of Yin Yuanchen.

The space of the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains is too vast. It is not a mountain body, but more like a large world and countless planets stacked together.

"Shua!"

On the wasteland at the top of the mountains, when Lord Murong sensed the fluctuation of Yin Yuanchen's power, he separated a spiritual force and suppressed it across the space.

Yin Yuanchen was once one of the five great priests of the Doomsday Priest, and a powerful person of the Immortal Infinite level.

In other times, he would have entered the heavens.

Such a person was determined to self-destruct, and Lord Murong's spiritual force could not suppress it at all.

"Can the will to die be so strong?"

The second and third spiritual forces of Lord Murong flew out one after another and fell on Yin Yuanchen.

His main strength at the moment is to control the ancestral formation in the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains to fight against Lady Shiji and the Infinite Knights.

In addition, many armies of the Heavenly Court Universe and the Hell Realm have also killed outside the mountain, and the dense holy weapon war soldiers are like stars in the sky, falling all over the sky.

Ants bite elephants to death, and the army formed by all the powerful people in the universe must not be underestimated.

Lord Murong could only use part of his mental power to suppress the monks who had sneaked into the mountain.

"Another one!"

When the Buddhist sound sounded, Lord Murong's face darkened, and he had to use part of his mental power to suppress Xuanyuan No. 2 in another direction.

The black and white Taoist floated to the top of a towering ancient tree like smoke and clouds, looking at the cloud-like light curtain of the ancestor's formation above.

I saw.

Xuanyuan No. 2 and Yin Yuanchen, who were all bright, were wrapped in the ancestor's mental power, and their expressions were in great pain.

But their wills were strong, and the fire in their eyes never went out.

Looking outside the mountains again, every beam of destruction flying out of the ancestor's formation could turn tens of thousands of saintly monks into ashes. There were countless fallen gods.

The formation left by the ancestor of time and space was not something they could break through. Everyone was like a moth to a flame.

It was a real moth to a flame.

In an instant, they turned into dust.

"Master Murong!"

Huang Tian no longer hid, walked out of the jungle, and roared.

The sound waves of the semi-ancestor shook the mountains, and the echoes lasted for a long time.

Master Murong was secretly shocked, his eyes locked on Huang Tian, ​​and he saw the light of life and the light of death rising from the hillside.

Even if the immortal infinite self-destructed the divine source, it would be difficult to break the ancestor's ancestor formation.

But Huang Tian, ​​who was at the semi-ancestor level, must be able to do it if he self-destructed the divine source.

He knew Huang Tian very well, and knew very well how strong Huang Tian's spiritual will was. He practiced two second-grade divine ways at the same time, and his talent was second only to Zhang Ruochen, Yan Wushen, Chi Yao and other freaks with heaven-defying opportunities.

In addition, one of the second-grade divine ways that Huang Tian practiced was the "divine way of life and death", and his understanding of life and death was extremely thorough. If he, who broke through to the semi-ancestor realm, was determined to self-destruct the divine source, even if he did not control the ancestor formation and used all his mental power to suppress it, Master Murong was not sure that he could stop him.

Without hesitation, all the spiritual power and thoughts in Murong Zhuzuo's mind were released, like more than a billion ancestor soul shadows, condensed into a bright rain of rune light, breaking through the space and smashing towards Huangtian from all directions.

Huangtian glanced at the black and white Taoist: "What do you say?"

"What else can I say? I'll go first. As the toughest man of the three tribes, how can I be overshadowed by two cultivators from the heavenly universe?"

The black and white Taoist admitted this title for the first time in a teasing tone.

Then, it turned into a black and white intertwined beam of light and flew out, crashing straight into the clouds of the ancestral formation in the air.

The reason why Huangtian shouted the name "Murong Zhuzuo" just now was to attract the ancestral spiritual power that Murong Zhuzuo could mobilize, and to win an opportunity for the black and white Taoist.

"Farewell, clan leader, Huangtian will never let you wait for long."

Huangtian fired the life and death lamp and hit the ancestral runes in the sky.

"Bang bang!"

Under the urging of the Half-Ancestor's spirit, two oceans of light, the "Sea of ​​Life" and the "Sea of ​​Death", rushed out of the lamp. The ancestral rules belonging to the Ming Ancestor were washed away in the two oceans and temporarily blocked Lord Murong's attack.

Lord Murong is projecting his mental power across a distant space, and it is only part of his mental power.

In this state, it is impossible to easily suppress a half-ancestor like Huangtian.

"boom!"

After a few breaths, the life and death lamp exploded.

The light rain of the ancestral talisman tore Huangtian's divine body into pieces.

However, it was just an afterimage. Huang Tian's true form had already taken a step forward to escape. Using the Stone Clan's escape method, it moved forward in the dirt and climbed to the top of the mountain at high speed.

…

At the foot of the mountain.

The monks in the armies of the heavenly universe and the hell realm all heard Huangtian's voice.

See the light emanating from the lamp of life and death.

"Haha! The old dog of Huangtian is indeed not dead, and is actually hiding in the God Realm."

The leader of the Xuejue clan was very happy and laughed heartily.

"Boom!"

Taoist Black and White successfully self-destructed the divine source. The destructive energy was astonishing, obliterating countless formation inscriptions and dimming the surrounding ancestral formation.

The sacred mountain closest to the divine source explosion suddenly collapsed by one-third, which was comparable to the destruction of dozens of large worlds at the same time.

The mountain is melting, golden magma flows, full of heat and the smell of death.

"Master..."

On the battlefield, Lord Mingye and Lord Heqing stopped and glanced at the dark mountains in the distance.

"It's the patriarch. The patriarch died as a righteous man!"

"First the emperor, then the clan leader. Who says the ghost clan doesn't have passion? Who says the ghost clan doesn't have pride?"

…

Many ghost gods shouted, with sadness in their voices.

The ghost monks do not have so many emotions. They fight against the gods more for survival. They know that if they don't fight, they will have no way to survive and can only become sacrifices.

But the leader of the clan died in order to break the formation, how could the monks in the clan not have any emotional fluctuations?

There is emotion, sadness, admiration, pride...

"Death, be buried in the mountains of Everlasting Heaven" - at this moment, it has become the most glorious pursuit in the hearts of countless ghost monks.

Minggu pointed at the mountains in the distance and said excitedly: "I just said... I just said that he is the toughest guy among the three tribes in me. Do you believe it now? Which one of you is still dissatisfied? Fight, there is now a The weakest point of the ancestral formation can definitely be broken."

"Old Dog Huangtian has some skills. He has restrained part of Lord Murong's mental power and seized this opportunity." The leader of the Xuejue clan shouted.

Even if Immortal Infinite self-destructs the divine source, it still cannot break through the ancestral formation arranged by the ancestors.

However, the formation inscriptions with a radius of tens of millions of miles were largely obliterated, and the formation light curtain became thin and gray.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Two more destructive waves that self-destructed the divine source came out from the Tianshiwuzu Mountain.

It's Yin Yuanchen and Xuanyuan Second.

They are all very determined, and each one is more arrogant than the other. They don't want to be wiped out in the ancestor formation, die in frustration, and die in silence. Instead, he had to fight against the ancestor in his own way.

It was this arrogance and this firm will to die that allowed him to successfully self-destruct his divine source under the suppression of Lord Murong's wisps of spiritual power.

Three immortals in a row, at the cost of death, finally tore a corner of the light curtain of the ancestor formation.

"The Xuanyuan family will live forever! The second ancestor will go away now. I am here. Among the monks of the Xuanyuan family, who will go to the wilderness first to plant the Xuanyuan flag?"

"He is already in his second life. He is no longer a monk of the Xuanyuan family. He is a monk of my Bone Clan. He is another tough guy among the three clans in my family. He is a tough guy with an iron bone."

"Amitabha! Congratulations to King Erjia on his arrival in bliss. Next, it's our turn! Climb the mountain!"

…

The fall of Xuanyuan Er triggered the emotions of countless monks, gathering from all directions, like a tide rushing towards the mountains of Tianshi Wuending.

But no one mentioned Yin Yuanchen’s name!

Empress Shiji was the first to arrive at the gap in the light curtain of the ancestor formation, and used the mark of the ancestor to prop up the gap.

"Based on your cultivation, if you dare to break into the mountains of Tianshiwujie, you will never come back."

Lord Murong snorted and activated a killing force from the Renzu Formation.

Suddenly, the formation trembled violently.

A strange blue cloud rose in the mountains and rushed toward the gap in the formation's light curtain.

Empress Shiji sensed something was wrong and reminded the legion of infinite knights who had already rushed into the mountain: "The formation in the mountain was arranged by the ancestors. Even without the control of Master Murong, the monks under the ancestors will inevitably escape death if they break in."

Due to the complex situation of the endless mountains, even if no one is in charge of the formation, the ancestor must open the way to clear the obstacles and reach the top of the wasteland.

With Master Murong presiding over the formation, the danger is more than doubled.

If Empress Shi Ji breaks in alone, she will surely perish inside.

It can be said that breaking into the formation is just the beginning. Every step forward requires countless bones to pile up.

"No matter how powerful the formation arranged by the ancestors is, as long as there are enough monks in the formation and one person can support an ancestor formation inscription, they will naturally be able to withstand it!"

"We don't break the formation alone, but everyone in the world breaks the formation."

…

A large number of the God Kings and God Lords in the Infinite Knights Legion died.

But at this moment, instead of decreasing, the number actually increased!

The strong men from the Heavenly Court Universe joined in, including Pan Yuan Ancient God, Dragon Lord, Gaimie, Mengge, Jing Dao Ren, Xian Le Shi, Zhenwu Emperor, Hun Yuan Tian... They all knew how terrible the formation of the ancestor of humanity was. Not to mention the army of the Holy Realm, even if the gods broke in, it would be a dead end.

Therefore, the strong must stand up to clear the way.

For the army behind, most of the dangers must be cleared.

"That piece of blue mist is very strange, I will clear the way!"

The thirty-two pairs of ancestor blood wings on the back of the Blood Jue clan leader spread out, and his body turned into millions of miles high. The blood wings kept flapping, turning into a blood-red hurricane containing the rules of the ancestor.

It was impossible to stop the spread of the blue mist.

These blue mists came out of the ancestor formation arranged by the ancestor of humanity. How could the Blood Jue clan leader not know how terrible it was?

It is very likely that if you touch it, you will die.

But can you escape at this time? Can you retreat?

You can only go in.

The Bloody Clan leader used the Bloody Wings of the Ancestral to wrap his body, turning into a blood-colored star as huge as a star, flattening the jungle, and crashing into the mountaintop and the green clouds.

In an instant, the Bloody Clan leader felt the power of time invading.

Decaying vitality, devouring lifespan.

The thirty-two pairs of Bloody Wings of the Ancestral could only weaken the decaying power of time, but could not completely stop it.

"It is the power of time, the years cut lifespan, decaying all sacredness... Don't follow up, retreat quickly!"

The Bloody Clan leader roared.

Facing the decay of time, no matter how many monks broke in, it would be a dead end.

It was too late!

The two gods of the heavenly court had no time to retreat. After being touched by the green clouds, they instantly became gray-haired, wrinkled and bone-shaved, and their blood and energy dissipated. Finally, they fell to the ground and turned into a pile of bones.

The Dragon Lord hid in the body of the Ancestral Dragon and pulled back more than a dozen God Kings and Gods with the dragon claws of the Ancestral Dragon.

However, the life span of these more than ten God Kings and God Lords still showed different degrees of loss, and they aged a lot.

Such a power of time made the semi-ancestors tremble with fear, and they had to retreat.

Because they could not resist it at all.

"The Temple of Time is coming!"

A large number of gods of the Wind Clan drove the Temple of Time to arrive.

The Temple of Time, which was thousands of miles high, fell and blocked the green clouds.

Before the gods could breathe a sigh of relief, after just a few breaths, the green clouds filled the Temple of Time, forcing all the gods to retreat and heading towards the gap in the ancestor's formation.

"Damn it! I don't believe it!"

Jing Daoren relied on the five elements of the false ancestor body to support the bronze tree, and with the weak water and ten golden crows and sun stars to protect his body, he rushed into the green clouds against the trend.

Such ferocity and fearlessness shocked everyone in the Infinite Knights Corps.

"There are many righteous people in the Five Elements Temple. Shouldn't we learn from the cultivation and courage of the Master of the Well Temple?"

Some people covered their faces in shame, so they sacrificed their artifacts to protect themselves and prepared to follow.

"Shua!"

The fat, spherical figure of the Master of the Well rushed out of the green clouds and mist, shouting as he fled: "I believe it, I believe it, run away quickly, I can't stand it, the means of the Time and Space Ancestor are simply amazing..."

He fled very quickly, as if he was rolling down the mountain.

The cultivators with high realms and good eyesight could see that the Master of the Well had a lot of white hair on his head and his life span was seriously lost.

In the wasteland on the top of the mountains, Lord Murong used the power of the formation to condense dozens of birds and beasts, which were overwhelming and encircled the wasteland that kept rushing to the top of the mountain.

The birds and beasts were mythical beasts such as phoenixes, dragons, golden hyenas, black birds, red birds, Kunpeng, and blue phoenixes. Although they were condensed by magic, every attack was comparable to the full-strength attack of the semi-ancestor.

Huang Tian was like being hunted by a group of half-ancestors.

Huang Tian was forced to burn his divine blood and lifespan, increasing his combat power to an unprecedented peak. Every time he swung his axe, he could split a divine beast in half.

"Master Murong, wait a minute. My half-ancestor divine source is prepared to drag you to be buried with me. You'd better not let me go to the wasteland!"

Huang Tian's resolute and sonorous long roar reached the ears of Master Murong.

The remains of the Xuan Emperor flew out of the main altar, holding an ancient and heavy spear, and walked step by step to the side of Master Murong, saying in a hoarse voice: "It's good to let them enter the formation. It's not a sacrifice anywhere?"

The breath emanating from the remains of the Xuan Emperor was extremely heavy, full of antiquity and eternity.

The spear in his hand was a sense of ruin and death, and it looked extremely dangerous, making Master Murong, the ancestor, feel uncomfortable.

"Wow!"

The spear was thrown out from the remains of the Xuan Emperor, like a piece of silk, tearing through the space, and went straight to the Shiji Niangniang who supported the gap in the formation.

Niangniang Shiji naturally sensed the danger and immediately mobilized the soldiers in the army.

Three artifacts were in front, followed by three long rivers of holy weapon soldiers, rotating and twisting, facing the spears flying from the top of the mountain.

"Bang bang!"

Completely unstoppable.

The three artifacts were hit and fell to three different places, and those holy weapon soldiers were all turned into metal fragments.

Niangniang Shiji was about to give up supporting the gap in the formation and dodge.

A red light flew past her eyes and collided with the spear.

"Boom!"

The terrifying energy ripples lifted the gods in the nearby Wuliang Knight Corps away, and large areas of the mountain collapsed.

Even the cloud-like ancestral formation was shaking violently, like a sea of ​​clouds.

The one who came was none other than Tianmu.

The spear was blocked by her punch!

The white hair on her head and the Houtu wedding dress on her body fluttered in the wind, bright and beautiful, heroic and domineering.

Take the spear, ignoring the injury on her hand, Tianmu took off the Houtu wedding dress and swung it out.

"Wow——"

Houtu wedding dress, like an infinite huge red cloth bag, took in all the green clouds and mist that surged down the mountain.

Tianmu held the spear in one hand and wiped the ancestor's breath belonging to Emperor Xuan's corpse on the spear with the blood of the ancestor with the other hand. She strode up the mountain and said, "I will lead the way, follow me to kill into the sky!"

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It seems that the expected ten to fifteen chapters are not enough. All the battlefields and forces have to be written, and there will be a few more chapters if you are not careful.