Spoilers for all the worlds

The next moment, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and beside him, there was a bright light rising up. One after another figures stepped out from it.

"What?" Yu Lianzhou's expression changed slightly. With his cultivation, he was completely unable to see how these people appeared.

"Second Junior Brother, don't panic," Song Yuanqiao quickly calmed down, "Look, Master is not surprised by their appearance... they should be acquaintances."

The other Wudang Seven Heroes realized this and immediately felt relieved.

"Is this the world of Mr. Zhang Sanfeng?" Song Que's voice was calm, and then he saw the Seven Heroes of Wudang in the distance, and his eyes instantly froze.

Strong, undoubtedly strong.

Although the other party's senses are different from the martial arts masters in their world, and they don't have the feeling of being in a perfect state of mind after reaching a certain level of cultivation... but the internal power in their bodies is too strong. If they really fight against the master of their world, the outcome is unpredictable.

Recalling the previous discussions in the council, Song Que glanced at Zhang Sanfeng meaningfully. The new way of martial arts?

"Everyone," Zhang Sanfeng bowed his hands to the people in front of him and said in a sincere voice, "Then I will sacrifice to heaven... If something happens, please be patient."

"It's a matter of course." Huang Rong responded seriously.

After a short pause, Zhang Sanfeng looked at No. 9, who was surrounded by brilliant light, "It's you again... No. 9, please."

"Don't worry." Su Han was calm and gentle. But just this sentence made Zhang Sanfeng smile with relief in an instant, and he turned around and came to the altar without any hesitation.

He closed his eyes and began to formally communicate using the altar.

The altar began to shake, and one rune after another on it rose up with brilliance, and Zhang Sanfeng's aura suddenly became vast and broad.

Different from Ying Zheng's imperial majesty, Zhang Sanfeng's aura is ethereal and transcendent, as if he will break the void at any time, transform into a heavenly being, and rank among the immortals.

"Master." Zhang Cuishan exclaimed subconsciously. He subconsciously felt that his master was about to ascend.

"Oh my god," Song Yuanqiao couldn't keep calm and his eyes were straight, "could it be that Master has already completed his merits and deeds and wants to return to heaven and become the Zhenwu Emperor?"

He subconsciously glanced behind the many Wudang disciples, where there were other famous and upright disciples. They were also looking at this scene with their mouths open, "No wonder the master calls Wudang and other...well, the master calls them foreign students. Bring other sect disciples together."

Yako Busujima clenched her katana, covering it with armament-colored Haki. She frowned and said in a confused voice, "I'm observing with all my power... I always feel a little weird, but I can't notice anything wrong." "

"I thought I was the only one who felt this way, but you think so too?" Huang Rong thought thoughtfully, with doubts appearing on her face, "Then...where is the enemy?"

"It will always happen," Gu Xun'er looked calm and unhurried on the surface. In fact, she completely controlled the fighting spirit in her body. "Before Mr. Zhang Sanfeng completes the sacrifice, anything is possible."

The Jiujianxian took his time and drank another sip of wine, muttering, "You can't drink in the parliament...it really makes you feel uncomfortable."

Su Han's expression was serious, and he felt something was wrong with what he saw and heard, but he couldn't figure out where the enemy was for the moment...

This is very wrong.

After all, Busujima Yaozi and the others may have low level of knowledge, knowledge, and color, but Su Han's level of knowledge, knowledge, and color has already reached its peak, and there is still an increase in the cultivation level of his own soul.

"It seems that some additional means need to be used." Su Han narrowed his eyes, communicated with the foggy space through the foggy portal in his mind, and used the observation authority of the foggy space. Later, he understood a lot.

Terrifying and brilliant brilliance erupted from his body, and a hammer condensed out of thin air in his palm, which turned out to be the Clear Sky Hammer. At the same time, nine soul rings rose up behind him, emitting blood-red light.

"Pfft, cough, cough." When Jiu Jianxian saw this scene, he almost spit out the wine, but even after he drank it reluctantly, he coughed violently. He stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Busujima Yaozi was also stunned. She recognized the hammer in Su Han's hand, but said she couldn't understand it.

What's going on with the nine hundred thousand year soul ring behind you? The Clear Sky Hammer might have been given to No. 9 by the Parliament Speaker, but even if it was given together with the spirit rings...how come these spirit rings have become more than a hundred thousand years old? Incomprehensible.

"It's nothing," Su Han said in a calm voice, "It's just a modification within the limits allowed by the rules."

The corners of Busujima Yako's mouth twitched. Is this allowed by the rules? It turns out that one hundred thousand year soul rings can be transformed at will... Thinking of the scarcity of one hundred thousand year soul rings in Douluo Continent, she no longer knew what to say.

"Also, the enemy is coming." The moment Su Han finished his words, a terrifying sense of oppression came from the distance.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the clouds were thick, but no rain fell, which was suffocating.

"What happened?" Yu Lianzhou's face turned pale, and he felt like he was suffocating.

The void in front of him twisted, and a monk wearing monk's robes appeared out of thin air. There were jet black patterns on his smooth head and cheeks, a weird smile on his face, and the cassock on his body was also jet black.

His voice was solemn and he said, "The poor monk Cheng Kun pays my respects to you all."

"Hunyuan's thunderbolt hand becomes Kun?" Jiujianxian suddenly spoke, with a look of astonishment and incomprehension on his face, "How could it be him? And...why is the aura on his body so powerful."

Jiu Jianxian felt a great sense of threat from the person in front of him, almost suffocating. This is an incredible thing.

"Because, he is no longer the original Cheng Kun." Su Han spoke calmly, and recounted the facts he observed through the foggy space, "He now... can be regarded as a half-formed acquired evil god. .”

"Before, Cheng Kun's consciousness went to another martial arts world, and then obtained a ray of the evil god's divinity, which was constantly fused. In the end, that martial arts world was completely swallowed up and destroyed... Originally, he was supposed to use this to truly become the evil god acquired. But after all, what he traveled through was just his soul, and the body he traveled through was not his."

"Originally, he had a solution, such as giving up his body completely... However, it happened that Zhang Sanfeng was now offering sacrifices to the world codenamed Yitian Slaying Dragon, which was like revealing his own coordinates... In addition, he was originally from this world. Kun is back on track.”

Su Han's voice was unhurried, "His current soul can be regarded as an acquired evil god... Even if he is dragged down by his body, he is now half an acquired evil god, although he had previously chosen his soul to break free from another low-level martial arts world. ...The person who incarnates as an evil god is also the weakest kind."

Su Han stared at Cheng Kun across from him with interest. He felt that something was wrong with him.

"Next, Cheng Kun only needs to swallow Zhang Sanfeng, and then swallow this world together... to make his body keep up with his soul. Can he just barely take off the hat of the weakest evil god of Houtian?"