I seized the Demon Emperor

Chen Luoyang walked out of the mausoleum and saw that the hill above the mausoleum was shaking again as expected.

The entire Xiantian Tomb was shaking, and the guard formation outside was also alarmed.

Chen Luoyang jumped and came to the top of the mountain.

The golden sycamore tree, which was about ten meters high, was also shaking at this moment, and half of its branches and leaves had withered.

Seeing this, Chen Luoyang nodded secretly.

He walked forward and came to the side of the sycamore tree.

The flashing light on the sycamore tree made it difficult for him to get close.

However, because of the changes in the Xiantian Tomb, the sycamore tree seemed to have withered half and was no longer intact, so Chen Luoyang succeeded in getting close to the sycamore tree after some effort.

Then, he stretched out a hand and pressed his palm on the trunk.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The scene in the Xiantian Tomb reappeared in Chen Luoyang's mind.

The hands in the tomb almost broke through the Yin-Yang diagram and stretched out from the tomb, grabbing Ji Zhong and dragging him into the tomb.

Chen Luoyang watched this scene without any impatience.

While he was checking the scene in the Xiantian Tomb, a large number of strange and unpredictable runes and spells flooded into his mind like a tide, making him dizzy.

Chen Luoyang calmed his mind and tried his best to comprehend and understand the connotations of these runes and spells as much as possible in the shortest time.

Fortunately, when Chen Luoyang intervened in the last civil strife in the Xiantian Palace, he took away some treasures and Xiantian Palace classics.

For this trip to the Xiantian Tomb, Chen Luoyang, like Cheng Yingtian, You Hao and others, made a lot of preparations.

So at this moment, Chen Luoyang could understand a little bit of the many mysteries transmitted by the Wutong Tree.

The mystery here also originated from the Xiantian Bagua created by Fuxi, but it is far more profound than the Xiantian Daozang, Fuxi Yitian Pian and other unique studies.

Time was running out, so Chen Luoyang had no time to comprehend it deeply. He could only ponder and take action at the same time.

He pressed the palm of one hand on the sycamore tree.

He held a fist with the other hand.

Then a clear phoenix cry sounded from Chen Luoyang's body.

The light and shadow of the colorful phoenix flashed in his pupils, and then turned into a dark golden phoenix.

The phoenix showed a different momentum when it spread its wings.

It was not as noble as the ordinary phoenix, nor as ferocious as the blood phoenix of the Blood River Blood Phoenix Reincarnation Art.

The dark golden phoenix transformed by Chen Luoyang's fist intention flashed with colorful light, revealing a domineering aura of dominating the world.

It was the fist intention of "Shaohao" in the Shenwu Demon Fist.

However, after Chen Luoyang punched "Shaohao", the fist momentum immediately changed again.

This second punch was not as skillful as "Shaohao" just now, but it looked like a beginner who was just practicing and using it for the first time.

As the fist was condensed, it formed a god with a human face and a bird body, stepping on two dragons.

It was the "Jumang" similar to Ji Zhong in Xiantian Tomb.

Chen Luoyang had not cultivated "Jumang" originally, but in the current special environment, a "Jumang" was slowly formed.

After Chen Luoyang used "Jumang", he did not hesitate and changed his fist again!

The third punch was extremely slow, more abrupt and stagnant than the second "Jumang", and even seemed a little clumsy.

But Chen Luoyang looked serious and focused.

When this punch was first thrown, a huge Xiantian Bagua diagram suddenly appeared above Chen Luoyang's head. The movement of the hexagrams seemed to be more exquisite and profound than the Xiantian Dao hidden secret of Xiantian Palace.

The ancient and mysterious breath was revealed, and everything in the world seemed to be reversed, going back to the ancient times, when the wilderness was not opened and the heaven and earth were not divided.

This punch was called "Fuxi".

The supreme inheritance of the blood of gods and demons, one of the three strongest styles of the Shenwu Demon Fist.

In the Xiantian Tomb, a large amount of spiritual energy gathered into Chen Luoyang's body, helping him gradually condense the fist intention of this punch.

As the "Fuxi" fist intention gradually took shape, Chen Luoyang absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy faster, received the information transmitted by the phoenix tree, and understood it faster.

So his "Fuxi" became more and more condensed.

In a positive cycle, everything is progressing by leaps and bounds.

However, Chen Luoyang was not distracted at this moment, neither sad nor happy, and even had no intention of noticing that he had successfully cultivated "Fuxi".

All his mind was focused on the phoenix tree in front of him, and on the Xiantian Tomb.

As Chen Luoyang threw three punches in a row, a light flashed above his head, and a ball of light rose and floated.

In the ball of light, there was a page of paper with the word "life" written on it.

Along with Chen Luoyang's fist intention, under the control of the fist intention, the "life" word book slowly flew into the half-withered phoenix tree in front of him.

The "life" heavenly book entered, Chen Luoyang's fist was activated, and the phoenix tree suddenly regained its vitality.

The turbulent huge Xiantian Tomb also settled down at this moment.

The scene in the Xiantian Tomb emerged in Chen Luoyang's mind.

But he saw the Phoenix on Ji Zhong's body, and it made a long cry.

The two-yin diagram blocking the entrance of the tomb was stronger than before, and began to suppress the tomb again, especially the two giant hands extending from the tomb.

Ji Zhong could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But the situation was still not optimistic.

Chen Luoyang could clearly distinguish that the light and shadow of Ju Mang that enveloped Ji Zhong was much dimmer than before.

And the existence in the tomb became stronger because of the contact with Ji Zhong just now.

The Xiantian Tomb restriction supported by Chen Luoyang has recovered and improved its power, but the opponent is also more difficult to deal with than before.

The existence in the tomb is extremely powerful.

The Tianfeng on Ji Zhong's shoulder has not yet recovered to its peak strength because of the rebirth of Nirvana.

But it is already comparable to a giant.

However, at this moment, Tianfeng alone cannot compete with the existence in the tomb.

The fight between everyone now is all because the Xiantian Tomb restriction is still there, and the seal at the entrance of the tomb has not been completely broken.

Only through the restriction seal can the opponent be blocked in the tomb.

Otherwise, everyone will set up their horses and fight outside, and no one present will be spared.

And now, because of the contact with Ji Zhong just now, the existence in the tomb has also become stronger.

A figure came to the door of the tomb, and faced Ji Zhong and Tianfeng across the Liangyi diagram.

Its image also appeared in Chen Luoyang's mind.

The human face and bird body are clearly the image of Ju Mang in the legend.

However, this ancient god, who symbolizes the vitality of spring, exudes vigorous vitality all over his body at this moment, but under the spiritual energy of life, it reveals a ferocious death.

There is no expression on his face, and his eyes are closed.

But this look like sleeping death is revealing an extremely tyrannical breath.

This legendary ancient god is really related to the netherworld god... Chen Luoyang pondered in his heart.

The other party wants to seize Ji Zhong's soul.

At that moment, it was considered a real resurrection.

Now, it is more like a pure walking corpse.

It is just that this relic can still move freely and has such a strong power under the suppression and seal of the Xiantian Tomb. Is it because this netherworld god is gifted?

Chen Luoyang thought while stepping up to support the sycamore tree.

In the process of refining the sycamore tree, he also supported the Xiantian Tomb to continue to suppress the ancient god relic in front of him.

It's just that the ancient god relic that absorbed part of Ji Zhong's soul before can exert its own power better than before.

The seal at the door of the tomb could only barely maintain under his impact.

What Chen Luoyang was concerned about was that this ancient god's remains, or Ji Zhong's own previous life, was still constantly attracting Ji Zhong to fall into the trap.

Tian Feng had to support the Xiantian Tomb with Chen Luoyang, and it was difficult for her to protect Ji Zhong for a while. She could only watch Ji Zhong approach the door of the tomb.

Ji Zhong only felt that his body seemed to be constantly being used at this moment, and even his thoughts were confused.

Chen Luoyang's mind showed this scene, and he shouted softly.

"Get up!"

Seeing that Ji Zhong had reached the entrance of the tomb door, close to the ancient god's remains that were blocked at the door, he suddenly shook all over.

There was a green light flashing between Ji Zhong's eyebrows.

The small light expanded rapidly, then sprouted branches, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a tree trunk with lush branches and leaves.

This branch extended from Ji Zhong's forehead like a horn, and even penetrated the light and shadow of Ju Mang around Ji Zhong's body, turning into an umbrella-like existence in the air, blocking Ji Zhong.

The tree branches entangled, forcibly fixing Ji Zhong's figure in place.

Ji Zhong's mind recovered slightly, and the sky phoenix also made a long and clear cry of joy.

The ancient god's remains at the door of the tomb closed his mouth, but a very shocking roar came out of his body. There was no emotion, but it made people involuntarily shudder.

The trunk that fixed Ji Zhong kept shaking, and the branches and leaves fell off, as if they were almost broken by the roar of the ancient god's remains.

Chen Luoyang was on the top of the mountain above the mausoleum, with a focused look.

The power of the Qingmu Fuzhao and the Creation God Tree was continuously transmitted to Ji Zhong.

Ji Zhong ate a leaf of the God Tree every ten days for more than half a year, so it was not in vain.

Although the power of the sacred tree cannot be fully exerted, it is enough to save Ji Zhong's life at the moment.

The remains of the ancient god in the tomb, or the netherworld god, are obviously restless and constantly attack the seal of the Xiantian Tomb.

Chen Luoyang took a few deep breaths.

The situation in front of him was temporarily frozen.

But it is impossible for everyone to be frozen together for a lifetime.

We must take some risks and seek to change the situation actively.

He carefully pondered the billions of rune spells transmitted by the golden Wutong.

After a moment, thinking about it, Chen Luoyang also pressed his other hand on the trunk of the Wutong tree.

At the root of the Wutong tree, on the top of the mountain, the light flowed, forming a huge Xiantian Bagua map, covering the mountain while also wanting to spread the sea of ​​fire burning in the Wutong forest outside.

Sensing Chen Luoyang's actions outside, Tianfeng and Ji Zhong, although they did not know the details, were slightly moved.

The ancient god's relic, who was trapped in the tomb and seemed to be in a daze, with only the desire to destroy, was obviously shaken all over, as if he had sensed something, and the roar he made could almost shatter a person's soul.

Outside the mausoleum, on the top of the mountain, Chen Luoyang raised his hands together.

The tall sycamore tree was pulled out alive.