"If you don't deal with King Jiu Mie, why don't you attack me first?"

Baili Feihong's eyes were slightly cold.

In the early Yuan Dynasty, the world was in a state of turmoil.

In fact, if possible, he would not want to kill the emperor.

One more person, more power.

The power of the Emperor's Golden Crow is enough to threaten the Demon God.

"Demon Suppressor, you are burdened with endless demonic sins and must die."

The Emperor's Golden Crow Urn voice said.

The scorching energy that burned everything enveloped Baili Feihong.

"The Art of Returning to the Origin of Ten Thousand Daos."

My heart moved.

Baili Feihong is like a black hole, swallowing up all the energy and injecting it into the Guiyuan Cauldron.

The entire All Things Guiyuan Cauldron was burned red.

The energy contained the will of the Emperor Golden Crow, but it was not refined for a while.

"Unfortunately, your strength, your will, and even your realm are all false."

He looked at Emperor Jinwu's flaming divine claws clawing at his chest.

But there was no further progress.

Baili Feihong struck with a casual blow and directly knocked the Emperor's Golden Crow away.

"Hahaha, I caught you."

Seven Kills of the Underworld, six spears of law transformed from the White Bone River of the Underworld, pierced Baili Feihong's chest.

Another weird killing move was when endless ghosts turned into big hands and grabbed Baili Feihong's legs, trying to pull him into the depths of the endless hell of the Underworld Festival.

Ding~~~

The bright golden light illuminates the Devil's Sea.

Layers upon layers, like a golden bell protecting this hundreds of miles flying giant.

Jinguang Bubai is practicing kung fu!

The golden light cover shattered.

But the power of the Underworld Spear has also weakened to the extreme.

The spear of hell that pierced his chest was pierced into Baili Feihong's body.

There is no way forward.

The terrifying physical body, like the true invincible golden body, stands in an invincible position.

Baili Feihong relied on his physical strength to ignore the opponent's killing move.

"Underworld Festival? Even though you have reached the ninth level, unfortunately, you cannot fully control the recovered power."

Baili Feihong showed a sneer.

Let King Jiu Mie pull him into the Underworld Festival.

"So what? No living thing can come out of the Underworld Festival alive."

King Jiu Mie's six killing moves were disillusioned and disappeared.

The power was concentrated on the ghost hand that grabbed Baili Feihong's calf, and without giving Baili Feihong any time to respond, he directly pulled him into the Underworld Festival.

"It would be extremely difficult for me to kill you in the outside world. With your current methods, you can return to your peak at any time and even escape from the Yuan Dynasty world."

Baili Feihong said calmly and calmly.

"The Underworld Sacrifice should be your trump card, the trump card for you to hide the power of your soul. As long as the special underworld space created by the Underworld Sacrifice still exists, you can be resurrected from the Underworld Sacrifice."

Flying a hundred miles away, he falls into infinite ghosts.

The ghostly sound is like a wave, one after another, constantly thinking about his attack.

It is difficult to count how many resentful spirits King Jiu Mie, the king of evil ghosts, has collected to form a special underworld space and open up the altar with the supreme spirit of Huangquan.

But King Jiu Mie can extract the power of ghosts, and through this special underworld space, contribute the origin of ghosts to the supreme spirit of imperial power.

"Baili Feihong, your death has come."

"Hey, I will use endless vengeful spirits to destroy the origin of your life, let you slowly weaken in loneliness, and finally become one of the ghosts and vengeful spirits in the Underworld Festival."

The voice of King Jiu Mie came from everywhere.

There are a layer of ghosts on one floor, forming a huge altar, and an inexplicable feeling of sadness wells up in my heart.

Baili Feihong knew that if he was noticed by the so-called Supreme Spirit of Underworld and became interested, he would definitely die.

But Baili Feihong was not nervous at this time.

Even the smile at the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger.

"If I can save the countless resentful spirits and destroy them, your power will forever be fixed at the moment when you lose the Underworld Festival."

Baili Feihong patrolled this special underworld space.

Infinite length, infinite width, infinite height.

With the terrifying power of King Jiu Mie, he can completely transform the underworld into the world of the early Yuan Dynasty and become the hell on earth in the early Yuan world.

Of course, failure is also extremely scary.

He was directly fused and sacrificed himself to the supreme spirit of Huangquan.

A dark wind is blowing.

Being blown by the dark wind, Baili Feihong suddenly discovered a horrifying phenomenon.

This evil wind can blow away one's longevity.

In just a short moment, he grew a year older.

No, Baili Feihong lost one year of his life.

“Blood conquers mountains and rivers!

"

Baili Feihong didn't want to continue playing with King Jiu Mie.

The terrifying blood energy, centered on him, began to spread towards the underworld space built by the infinite Underworld Festival.

Wherever it went, the resentful spirits were directly eliminated.

At this time, his blood energy had very little control over King Jiu Mie.

But for the resentful spirits in his Underworld Festival, they are simply mobile killing weapons.

The blood energy continues to spread, and wherever it is enveloped, hell becomes a pure land.

With just one indulgence of blood, Baili Feihong slaughtered tens of millions of undead.

Provide him with billions of skill points.

Baili Feihong's eyes narrowed into scimitars.

Sweeping through this terrifying ghostland with sharp force.

If King Jiu Mie is the king of evil ghosts, Baili Feihong is the devil within the devil.

Only by becoming stronger and more cruel than the enemy can one become a powerful demon-suppressor.

When he entered the Underworld Festival, he was harvesting these materials.

Make up for the skill points he consumed during this stage.

The king of Jiu Mie in the outside world vomited black blood from his mouth.

"Is it really difficult to kill the human king in this world?"

King Jiu Mie didn't believe it.

The Underworld Festival devoured Baili Feihong and actually caused him harm.

The scorching blood was like a flame blooming within his body.

But the next second, he also felt endless murderous intent.

Baili Feihong continuously bombarded the underworld space with his hands, and the ghosts that made up the Underworld Festival were completely reduced to ashes under his bombardment.

Suddenly, a pair of hands penetrated the chest of Jiu Mie, the King of Evil Ghosts.

The powerful human opened his chest and came out of Jiu Mie's body.

When he came out, he had not forgotten to use the Ten Thousand Daos Returning to the Origin Art and the Play to the Origin Returning Technique to the extreme.
To be continued...