Heretic Doctor Zihou

Zihou stretched out her hand to grasp the void, and after a burst of milky white light flashed, she held something tightly in her palm.

The whole body is pure black, mysterious and unknown material, simple and heavy atmosphere, it is undoubtedly the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Zihou has bright eyes looking at the Donghuang Bell in his hand, and the corners of his lips are curved.

Donghuangzhong can't display much strength in her hands because she is not strong enough. However, Mo Yunhuang is different. Mo Yunhuang is powerful, if he is assisted by Donghuang Zhong, he will definitely be invincible!

Zihou didn't think too much, raised his eyes to meet Mo Yunhuang's gaze, raised his hand, and the Donghuang bell in his hand turned into a streamer and shot towards Mo Yunhuang.

Mo Yunhuang stretched out his hand to catch it, and looked down at the Donghuang Bell with the temperature of Zihou remaining on his hand, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled at an invisible angle in Zihou, and a few traces of his eyes were also drawn. Visible dark colors.

"East Emperor Bell?!" The moment Emperor Doom saw the East Emperor Bell in Mo Yun's hand, his expression changed, and his tone of voice was astonished and solemn.

"The bell of the Eastern Emperor is ringing, the gods and demons are dead! One of the seven treasures of the ancient times, the Eastern Bell with the most offensive attributes..." The Doomsday Emperor murmured again, with a cautious tone.

However, in ancient times, the Eastern Emperor Bell was owned by the demon **** Jiaye, and later became the treasure of the town and clan of the prehistoric gods...

Why is this kind of thing on a little girl?

The dark and dark eyes of the Emperor of the Doomsday are not fixed, he suddenly thought of Mo Yunhuang's ‘light of catastrophe’ in the trial of the ancient world.

Donghuang Bell, the light of catastrophe...

These two are the two most representative things in the Primordial God Realm.

The ordinary people of the Primordial Gods Territory, let alone the two, can't even touch one of them.

"Could it be..." The doomsday emperor had a deep tone, and he had his own thoughts.

In the chaotic crowd around, Liu Ying's expressionless face, which looked like an invisible person, finally saw a crack when he saw the Donghuang Bell held by Emperor Mo Yun. And his eyes, which were silent as stagnant in both directions, flashed with a clear look of fear.

"The Lord..." His low, slightly hoarse voice revealed an anxiety. Perhaps because of temperament, it is not easy for people to hear.

However, Zihou can be heard.

The arc of her lips fell, her eyes flashed and she glanced at Liu Ying, and finally stopped her gaze at Mo Yunhuang.

"I know!" Mo Yunhuang faintly returned to Liu Ying with a blank expression.

After that, the East Emperor Bell in Emperor Mo Yun's hand lit up again and disappeared into Emperor Mo Yun's palm.

Zihou hesitated and stopped, always feeling something was wrong, but she couldn't see what was wrong. Because Mo Yunhuang looks too normal!

However, Liuying's reaction was too abnormal!

She had never seen such a calm Liuying!

"Emperor Mo Yun, you must know the power of the ancient treasure. Once the gate of **** is opened, if the cursed soul array is forcibly destroyed, I can't guarantee that the sacred power of the treasure will make the gate of **** more and more Uncontrollable!"

The Emperor of Doom reduced the solemn suspicion on his face, sneered, and slowly spoke.

Obviously, he was not very afraid of Emperor Mo Yun holding the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Emperor Mo Yun can use the Eastern Emperor Bell to inspire extremely powerful power, and he might be very jealous in normal times. But the gate of **** has special attributes. The more powerful external forces there are, the more hell's gate will be pulled. At that time, let alone the entire holy city, even the entire vast continent may be swallowed by the gates of hell!

"What?!" Zihou is not surprising. When she gave Moyun Huangdonghuang the clock, she didn't even think about this.

However, she quickly figured it out.

Things like Hell’s Gate have been mysterious and weird throughout the ages. Originally, the gate of **** was forcibly opened by external force. The greater the external force, the larger and even more terrifying the door of **** opened!

Was Liu Ying's move to stop Mo Yunhuang just now out of such considerations?

However, she always felt that everything seemed not so simple!

At this time, in the curse soul formation, under Mo Yunhuang's feet, a blood-red hole gradually opened.

Door of hell!

An unusually gloomy and terrifying aura escaped from the opening. The strands of aura, like icy snakes, made the souls of everyone present like an ice cellar, full of cold!

The gap is still getting bigger.

It is like an ancient beast's open blood basin, with the power to swallow everything!

The violent wind raged, and in that blood-colored mouth, a huge suction was born at some point, delusional to **** everything around it!

"what!"

Some cultivators or necromancers nearest to the Curse Soul Array were inevitably sucked into it, and before they completely entered the gates of hell, they were already shattered into dust!

"Gosh, get away!"

"too frightening!"

"Hurry up and hide away!"

...

Around one after another were the terrified sounds of countless cultivators.

Even the wizards in the ghost world were terribly frightened by the terrifying **** gate!

You know, those who were sucked in by the gates of **** just now, there are no lack of wizards of god-ranked kings!

God-ranked king-level powerhouses have no power to parry in front of the gate of hell, let alone they are weak people who are not god-ranked?

"You don't deserve to let me use the power of the Eastern Emperor Bell!" Mo Yunhuang stood with his hand on the gate of **** like a mouthful of blood.

The intense air current drawn by the powerful attraction shook his black robe and long hair.

However, he stood upright, his whole being as still as a mountain.

On his handsome and resolute face, the expression is faint, but that arrogance will never fade.

The cold voice, the cold tone, every word that came out of his mouth, were all like an emperor!

The doomsday emperor's eyebrows were cold, and he sneered, "Emperor Mo Yun, I see how long you can last! Believe me, without the strength of the gods, you can't even want to escape from the curse soul formation today!"

After a pause, he smiled, his tone turned more sinister, "Get ready to go to hell!"

Not to mention that Emperor Mo Yun is only the cultivation base of the peak of the Emperor Realm. Today, even if a great power of the gods is trapped in its curse soul array, there is no resistance!

Unless, that person has heavenly power!

Mo Yunhuang is different. He possesses the realm of the Twilight of the Gods, as long as he is promoted to the Twilight of the Gods, he will have the power comparable to the emperor!

Therefore, as long as Emperor Mo Yun can be promoted to the gods, this curse soul formation will not be able to trap him. The gates of **** can't swallow him naturally!

But is it possible?

Not to mention that the plane suppression of the vast continent was originally at the peak of Xuanzun. Emperor Mo Yun's ability to cultivate to the peak of the emperor was already going against the sky.

The probability that he can break through the gods is slim!

Step back and say, even if he can break through the gods...

The Emperor of Doom raised his head and looked at the inky black sky above his head, a strange flash of ghost fire across his eyes.

The Emperor Mo Yun in the curse soul formation is actually not as indifferent as it seems on the surface.

In other words, his indifferent share will always be broken when he sees someone.

Emperor Mo Yun had never seen the gate of **** that had been torn to a length of several feet and a width of one foot. His eyes were stingy, and he was only willing to give it to one person.

Mo Yunhuang's deep eyes reflected the elegant figure in the white skirt. His deep and cold purple eyes were inadvertently soft and soft, until the iceberg turned into spring water, and so soft that he turned into a soft finger.

If he can, he hopes to be eternal when he looks at her.

If he could, he hoped that there would be no parting pain between him and her.

if it is possible…

but…

Mo Yunhuang's eyes flashed with purple light, and a dim color was drawn in the deepest part.

Originally, facing Mo Yunhuang's tender gaze, Zihou should have been joyous and shy. However, at this moment, her feelings are contrary to the usual sweetness.

A heart sank suddenly, until it sank into the abyss of cold silence, cold sweat broke out on its back.

There was a throb in her heart, and she suddenly thought of the bad premonitions these days and the kind of pain when Mo Yunhuang just turned away from her...

"Yunhuang..." Zihou couldn't help clutching her chest, there was a faint pain. He wanted to call Emperor Mo Yun's name, but realized that she didn't even have the strength to speak at the moment!

The whole person is like being emptied of soul!

"Hou'er..." Mo Yunhuang whispered the name of Zihou.

His gaze is locked tightly on the unparalleled beauty of Zihou, that kind of unforgettable nostalgia and reluctant tenderness, it seems that he wants to carve her into the bones and blood, entangled forever!

"Emperor Yun!" Zihou heard Mo Yunhuang calling her. She wanted to respond, but found that she was frozen, unable to move, and lost her ability to speak!

The panic was like a tide hitting Zihou instantly!

Her eyes are always bright, and her sudden effort is so dark and dead, like life has lost its luster.

Over there, in the curse soul array, a dazzling dark golden light shone out from Mo Yun Emperor's body, and then pointed directly at the vast sky in a soaring posture!

That dark golden beam of light, like an extremely sharp, peerless sword, in the posture of an aloof king, the sword pointed at the vastness!

That kind of imposing manner, it seems that the entire universe will be pierced and torn apart!

Everyone's eyes were all reflecting the dazzling dark gold color, and the figure of a man who was as dazzling as a god.

At that moment, become eternal!

The sky is full of thunder, thunderous.

Strips of thunder light, as strong as a dragon, flickered and flickered above the dark cloud covering the sky.

From the beginning, the pure silver thunder and lightning, little by little, transformed into the final rich deep purple.

The sky over the entire holy city, or the sky over the entire vast continent, is full of thunder and lightning, surging with the power to destroy the sky and the earth!

That kind of surging momentum and billowing energy seemed to destroy the entire sky!

Obviously countless crowds of people, noisy environment, at this moment of silence, only the sound of thunder in the sky, nothing else!

The power of thunder and lightning on the sky is weirdly hovering above the void, wanting to overturn and destroy everything below, but seem to be afraid of the one below, bathed in dark golden light, like a mountain. Figure!

"This is the power of Lei Jie!" Ye Yan's face was full of horror. His lips trembled for a long time, and finally he whispered in a dull voice, "Thunder Jie is afraid of him!"

The color of Yeran's eyes is horrified!

The power of thunder and lightning in the sky is beyond doubt. Not only the thunder tribulation, but also the nine-fold thunder tribulation that heralds the peak of cultivation, the realm of the gods!

Does this thunder robbery mean that Emperor Mo Yun is going to be promoted?

However, what is even more frightening than Mo Yunhuang's promotion to the gods is that the nine-fold thunder calamity, which can be regarded as the most terrifying cultivation level of a cultivator, will be afraid to descend for a long time!

What kind of existence is it that makes Thunder Tribulation afraid of only following the rules of heaven? !

The power of the deep purple thunder and lightning surging in the sky, after lingering in the sky for a long time, finally dispersed.

And at the same time that the power of Thunder Tribulation was dissipating, a silver ray of light fell above Mo Yun Emperor's head, and in the blink of an eye, it landed at Mo Yun Emperor's feet.

In an instant, the Dao rune that originally symbolized the emperor's realm was rewritten by that silver light.

The more complicated and obscure primitive patterns and the more refined patterns are all sighing to the extreme.

Especially in the Dao rune, the nine exquisite little swords are all filled with silver supernatural power that symbolizes the cultivation of the gods!

The divine powers of the gods, which are the same color as the rules of the Great Dao, indicate the peak of the cultivator's cultivation!

"Silver power, gods..."

"day!"

"Gods, I actually saw the gods..."

...

Countless cultivators stared at the Dao rune at Mo Yunhuang's feet without blinking, and the colors in their eyes were all shocked.

In the entire vast continent, no one has ever reached the realm of the gods for thousands of years since ancient times.

Those who have only existed in the realm of legends, today are truly true to their eyes, so real, and so far away!

Looking at it from a distance like this, for countless ordinary cultivators, is like an illusory dream!

"The gods..." Ye Ran whispered, still immersed in the shock.

"The gods..." The tone of the doomsday emperor was extremely complicated.

Zihou reflected in the eyes of Emperor Mo Yun that had long since receded, and the dark gold was replaced by a figure shrouded in silver light. While proud and happy for him, it was more of a fading trance.

That kind of feeling, it seems that in the next instant he will emerge and return, and from then on, there will be an insurmountable gap between life and death between heaven and earth!

Mo Yunhuang looked solemn and not surprised. He is bathed in pure silver light that symbolizes the rules of the avenue. He is a peerless figure and a proud temperament. At this moment, he is even more sharp and magnificent!

He slowly raised his hand, and the cold and fierce gesture between his gestures was like the **** of death who could judge the power of life and death of all living beings.

The big hand waved down, destroying the dead.

"No!" The Doomsday Emperor raised his eyes slightly, and there was a panic in the ghost fire's faint eyes.

As for the Eighteen Generals of the Curse Soul, it was even more like a frozen figure, struggling hard, but couldn't struggle anyway.

In front of Emperor Mo Yun at this time, they were arrogant and could not be able to overcome a storm again!

"Emperor Mo Yun, it's useless to kill me. The darkness will not stop invading the vast continent because of my fall!"

"As for you, there is no way to stop it!"

"Jie Jie Jie~"

The jealous laugh of the emperor of the doomsday ended in Mo Yunhuang's men.

As for the Curse of Soul Eighteen Generals and the end of the doomsday emperor-the ashes are all gone!

When the dust settled, there seemed to be a dim light cast on the sky.

The fall of the Doomsday Emperor and the 18th General of the Cursed Soul, as well as some other wizard emperors, made the entire ghost world very weak.

"That villain is finally dead, great!"

"saved!"

"Master Devil Emperor is too powerful! Lord Devil Emperor is mighty!"

...

The fall of the Emperor of the Doomsday is undoubtedly a great news for practitioners in the mainland.

They raised their arms and shouted, and many emotions such as joy and excitement were beyond words.

The curse soul array was broken, and the gate of **** under Mo Yunhuang's feet gradually disappeared.

However Mo Yunhuang always stood there, motionless.

He looked up at the sky above his head, lonely and cold. Obviously it is the back of the peerless, but at this time it is extremely lonely, as if carrying all the loneliness in this world. Incompatible with the smiles of everyone around him.

Zihou is still standing there, looking at Emperor Mo Yun from the void, there is no excitement in my heart at all because of the defeat of the Doomsday Emperor.

Not only that, but the pain and fear in my heart became more and more profound.

A silver beam of light pierced the dark cloud from above the sky and shone down, accurately covering Mo Yunhuang.

The silver light shone brightly, even a little dazzling.

Mo Yunhuang's expression in the silver light was not clear, only a vague figure could be seen.

This scene fell in the eyes of Zihou, her canthus was about to split, her pupils tightened.

At that moment, the soul seemed to be pulled away, she couldn't breathe!

She suddenly thought in horror, if she didn't hug Mo Yunhuang right now, he would leave her!

Zihou stopped thinking, exhausted all the breath, broke through the shackles of the madness deep in my heart, and desperately flew towards Mo Yunhuang...

"Yunhuang!" Zihou shouted eagerly.

In fact, Mo Yunhuang has been looking at her all the time, never looking away. However, his appearance was not clear because of the light and shadow.

Looking at the figure flying over from Zihou, Mo Yunhuang stretched out his hand and subconsciously made a gesture of wanting to embrace Zihou, but after thinking of something, he finally withdrew his hand.

Zihou naturally did not notice Mo Yunhuang's actions, but after her eager emotion was bounced away from her body by an inexplicable force, her heart suddenly became desperate.

She struck hard against the silver barrier in front of her, a thin layer, but indestructible!

Zihou shouted heartbreakingly, her hands full of supernatural power, but no matter how much she exerted, it was of no avail.

Mo Yunhuang's always cold mood fluctuated at this moment. The scarlet in those purple eyes seemed to have moist water.

He looked at the anxious and desperate appearance of Zihou, and listened to her heart-piercing shouts, and his heartache was bleeding.

Emperor Mo Yun took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed down the groundbreaking moist, low voice, with a hoarse voice, "Houer, don't hurt yourself. This is the power of rules. You and I are both broken now." No way!"

"The power of rules!" Zihou suddenly stopped and mumbled.

"No, I don't believe it!" Zihou beat the barrier even more crazily until the blood ran on the fist.

"Emperor Yun..." A line of clear tears streamed down the cheeks of Zihou.

Because she saw the silver light and darkness, Mo Yunhuang's figure gradually became transparent.

"Houer, when I am away, remember to take good care of yourself!"

"You have to believe that I have always been by your side!"

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me, don't be sad for me..."

...

This is perhaps the most words Mo Yunhuang has said in his life. However, between the lines, there is nowhere to tell of the deep-rooted feelings of lifelessness!

In the silver light, Mo Yunhuang's figure finally disappeared, and with the silver light of the sky, it hidden into the sky above his head.

"Emperor Yun!" Zihou cried heartbreakingly, stretched out his hands and chased after the silver light, but finally couldn't touch the vanity.

The breeze is fading, it is obviously warm weather, bathed in the wind, but it is cold and trembling.

Zihou raised her head, looking at the sky, until the last ray of silver light disappeared, and she remained in that position.

"Emperor Yun..." Zihou whispered Mo Yunhuang's name, as if she had lost all strength and fell to the ground limply.

Such a scene, after seeing the eyes of countless cultivators, after the shock, it was so embarrassing.

Who could have imagined that the majestic, glorious, dazzling woman as bright as the sun, and the bright moon as bright as the moon, would have such a heart-wrenching side after she faded away?

She slumped on the ground, although she was strong, she did not continue to cry. But the sorrow and loneliness that exudes from the whole body is painful and sad.

Many people, after all, can't bear it, want to come forward to comfort, but don't know where to start...

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