Chapter 707 Raid
Tear open the space and directly enter the underworld space.
It is easy to go from the human world to the underworld, and it is also easy to go from the hell to the human world. It is just that it is difficult for the strong to get there.
After tearing open the space, the immortals from the three realms entered the underworld and walked on the road to hell, before they had time to rejoice that they were out of danger.
A dense army of merchant ghost soldiers was waiting for them on Huangquan Road.
"kill!"
The leader was Flying Tiger General Huang Yuanji.
With a command, the forest of underworld ghosts and gods behind them all attacked. Thousands of ghosts and gods were like one person, their spears were like a forest, and they were pushing forward like a wall.
The immortals of the three realms who stood in front of the spear were as fragile as chickens, defeated and retreated by the attacks of the array of ghosts and gods.
The bodies fell into pieces and returned to the world in panic.
Returning to the human world, he was killed by Dashang's human army again.
On this day, the immortals and gods shed blood, and the immortals and gods fell like rain.
"We surrender, don't kill us!"
The Dashang army pursued them until midnight, and finally, a large number of immortals from the Three Realms surrendered.
Lin Fan observed the battle below in the clouds and found that the dead immortals contributed to the aura of tribulation and promoted the tribulation.
The more immortals and gods die, the faster the calamity will run, and the closer it will be to the end of the Great Tribulation of the Gods.
"Perhaps, the Conferring the Gods will be over soon! However, not enough people have died." Lin Fan said.
Every catastrophe of heaven and earth requires lives...
The more powerful people who die, the closer to the end of the disaster.
Long Han, Lich, in which great catastrophe of heaven and earth fewer people died?
Long Han destroyed the three strongest tribes in the ancient world, and thousands of quasi-sages fell.
During the Lich Tribulation, the demon clan heaven and the witch clan disappeared into the dust of history, and many demon clan and witch clan strongmen died among them.
Lin Fanjing watched the changes in the calamity wave. The calamity wave was like ocean waves, unpredictable. As the number of dead immortals increased, the calamity wave became stronger and stronger, and it was getting closer and closer to its end.
Each golden rune formed a chain of runes condensed with magical powers all over Lin Fan's body.
The chain has great power and flows endlessly.
At this time, Lin Fan didn't look injured at all.
It's not like not long ago when people needed to be rescued from the incarnation of the Emperor of Heaven.
Seeing the fallen powerful men from the three realms, Lin Fan didn't feel any emotion in his heart.
"The Great Tribulation of the Gods will be over soon, so you are not worried about your future fate?"
A cold voice sounded behind Lin Fan.
The speaker was the Nine Heavens Xuannv, who once helped the Yellow Emperor defeat Chi You.
It was she who rescued Lin Fan from the incarnation of the Emperor of Heaven.
"Why worry? Gu is the winner." Lin Fan said it naturally.
It was as if he was destined to be the winner in the Great Tribulation of the Gods, rather than the Immortal Chanjiao.
"Once the disaster comes to an end, your destiny will come."
Jiutian Xuannv looked at Lin Fan and reminded: "Whether you are King Zhou or not, you have to accept King Zhou's destiny. If you can't escape, you will fall. In the near future, I see the saint taking action, and you can't stop the saint.
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Lin Fan was silent.
If you want to be the biggest winner in the Great Tribulation of the Gods, you must have the power to rival the saints and the Taoist ancestors.
After all, if he is better than a saint, who knows what the reaction of the saint’s teacher, Taozu, will be.
"Guhui will shatter the destiny!" Lin Fan affirmed with clenched fists.
"Nothing can stop Gu's sword, not even saints, not even Taoist ancestors."
"kill!"
Seeing that they could not escape, some strong men from the Three Realms flew into the sky in despair and killed Lin Fan.
Lin Fan didn't move his hands, the rune chain rotated, forming a series of sharp sword energy, killing all the powerful men from the three realms under the sword.
"The army is defeated like a mountain. I wonder how the Church of Chan will face it?"
Lin Fan looked towards Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain.
By killing the deputy leader of the Chan Sect, Taoist Ran Deng, Lin Fan was put on the Chan Sect's death list.
"I'll fight you!"
A golden dragon comes to kill.
Jiutian Xuannv was about to ask Lin Fan to spare the life of the golden dragon, but Lin Fan had already crushed the golden dragon to death.
The gap between saints and immortals is so big.
"You are impulsive. Do you know the identity of the golden dragon you killed? One of the twelve golden immortals of Chanjiao, Huanglong Zhenren."
Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace, the Yuanshi Saint sits on the 12th-grade Chaos White Lotus, surrounded by holy flowers, majestic and majestic, and ghosts and gods retreat.
He is hovering on the lotus platform, but it seems that he is not in this space, but in the void of the universe.
He is as tall as an ordinary person, but also seems to be infinitely high, standing tall against the sky and the earth.
He witnessed the defeat of Xiqi's army one by one, and he also witnessed the execution of Immortal Chanjiao one by one.
Just when his mood fluctuated and he was about to take action, Saint Tongtian's hearty laughter came.
"Senior Brother Yuanshi, don't you want to bully the younger ones?"
Saint Tongtian controlled the twelve-grade Chaos Green Lotus and appeared in Yuxu Palace.
If you don't take action, it doesn't matter if you watch them being killed. The ones who die are not yours. Of course, you don't care.
The Saint of Yuanshi snorted coldly, and was about to use his magical power to send the disciples of the Chan religion who were being chased by the Great Shang army to a safe place, so that they could fight again in the future.
Saint Tongtian suddenly took action against Saint Yuanshi.
"The Four Swords of Killing Immortals!"
In an instant, the magical power of the sword array struck the Yuanshi Saint.
The Saint of Yuanshi flew upside down and crashed through countless palaces in Yuxu Palace.
The power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation is so powerful that it is about to exterminate all living creatures in Yuxu Palace.
The original saint was furious.
"Junior Brother Tongtian, how dare you?!".
The Saint of Yuanshi's magical power exploded, blocking the scattered Zhuxian Sword Qi, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Because Saint Tongtian appeared in front of him and placed a finger on his eyebrows.
Suddenly, the Yuanshi Saint's eyebrows started to bleed.
"No, you're not Junior Brother Tongtian? Who on earth are you!"
After being guided by magical powers, it was all desolate. Only a small part of the defeated Chanjiao immortals returned to Yuxu Palace.
Others may have retreated with Xiqi's defeated army.
Or they may have been killed by the Great Shang army along with part of the defeated army.
"Master, Uncle Ran Deng died in battle, and Junior Brother Huang Long died in battle."
Guangchengzi said a series of names.
"This time, my disciples suffered heavy losses."
Guangchengzi didn't get an answer for a long time, so he raised his head and looked at the stage.
I saw that the Saint of Yuanshi on the stage seemed to be asleep, his breath was misty, and there was a faint blood mark between his eyebrows.
Guangchengzi felt bad in his heart.
Because, he only now discovered that Yuxu Palace seemed to have experienced a war.
Many buildings in the palace were in ruins due to the aftermath of the saint-level supernatural powers, lingering around the saint's destructive power.
How could this happen? Uncle Tongtian came to kill him?
Guangchengzi couldn't believe it and speculated in his mind.
"I know, retreat! What a disaster!" The Yuanshi Saint then opened his eyes.
The sky in his eyes was empty, like a skin bag with nothing inside.
"Under the catastrophe, even saints will not be spared. We must be prepared to perish."
Guangchengzi noticed that the Yuanshi Sage was talking about us, not you.
"Master, what happened? Did Uncle Tongtian come and attack..."
"It's none of Junior Brother Tongtian's business. Someone is pretending to be Junior Brother Tongtian."
"Who is it?" The only one who can hurt a saint is a saint.
"I don't know." The Yuanshi Saint closed his eyes and seemed to open them. The pressure was too much for him.
"Master, please let the brothers withdraw and not participate in the battle between Xiqi and Dashang."
Guangchengzi suggested.
The Great Tribulation of the Gods was too terrifying and had deviated from his planned trajectory.
Even the saint was injured, what else is impossible?
"It's too late! When you are in the midst of a calamity, how can you escape from it at will? You can't avoid the calamity by retreating. Only by facing the calamity can you have a chance of survival. As my teacher, you might have to go to the Xiqi battlefield to experience it."
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(End of chapter)
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