The spirit of the underworld has ripples on its chest, and its body is like liquid or mist, dissolving the energy of Zhang Ruochen's sword point into the invisible.
This is an extraordinary achievement in cultivation, which has reached the state of true selflessness, just like the heaven and earth itself.
No matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't penetrate the world. This is the truth.
The spirit of the underworld saw four divine weapons and soldiers flying towards them. The divine sword broke through the void, the stone knife slashed the sky, the earth cauldron suppressed the origin, and the Hong cauldron expanded the sea of stars. Each one had astonishing destructive power.
"Artifact weapons are only means, and one's own cultivation is the foundation. I don't use weapons, my hands are the strongest weapons."
She didn't panic at all and responded calmly. She raised her arms and fell down like a whip.
"Wow!"
A long and winding Styx River was born along the arm, and he waved it out with his arm, collecting all four artifacts and weapons.
Even the Demonic Stone Sword sank into the River Styx and could not escape.
The spirit of the sea of underworld has sharp and arrogant eyes, and all the laws in the child are born and destroyed, and said: "You practice "Luoshu" and "Hetu" at the same time, but it is a pity that even Xiaoyan has not been perfected yet, how can you compete with me? First-grade divine way, Wuji
Tai Chi is not as good as one ten thousandth of the Taoism of the Ming Ancestor."
The sound resounded throughout the sea of stars, and thousands of stars were trembling.
…
"Wow!"
Baal used the Sky-Stepping Technique, with the soles of his feet as big as planets, carrying the surrounding space, and stepped hard towards the canyon where Zhang Ruochen fell, trying to bury him underground.
Countless rules and demonic energy fell together with the soles of the feet.
"Boom!"
The mountains collapsed, the earth sank, and ravines were buried.
The landforms of this land of the underworld have changed dramatically, and the space has been squeezed and twisted, enough to bury the heavens.
A bright beam of sword energy soared into the sky from another area, and Zhang Ruochen spread his blood wings and appeared tens of thousands of miles behind Barr.
Barr did not turn around, and immediately released twenty-one demonic stone pillars from the divine world, which piled up into a stone mountain. As if he could predict Zhang Ruochen's course of action, the stone mountain crashed into the void on the left.
"Peng!"
The Wuding appeared out of thin air and collided with the stone mountain. Energy ripples spread throughout the underworld.
Barr’s prediction was right, but he was also wrong!
Zhang Ruochen's true form appeared in the winding River Styx, hoping to retrieve the Shen Yuan Divine Sword first.
The Styx derived from the spirit of the sea of underworld is intertwined with rules and order. It is impossible to recapture the four artifacts and weapons with just thoughts.
"You didn't even run away, but you still wanted to retrieve the soldiers? You're just wishful thinking."
The spirit of the underworld came riding on the wind, three minutes faster than Zhang Ruochen, and struck Zhang Ruochen on the back with a palm.
The real palm seal contains eight hundred magical powers and can kill eight hundred gods.
Zhang Ruochen, whose fingertips were only inches away from touching the hilt of the Shen Yuan Divine Sword, had to give up taking the sword and turned around to punch the palm print of the Spirit of the Underworld.
Fudo Meiou Fist!
"boom!"
One punch can destroy all eight hundred magical powers.
But the palm power of the spirit of the underworld is more terrifying than the eight hundred magical powers, and the palm is harder than the artifact.
The half-ancestral's divine power was like a violent wind and rain, and Zhang Ruochen flew out backwards until he flew to the bottom of the twenty-seventh level of the sky world, and fell into the ninth level of chaotic divine light before he stabilized his body.
The spirit of the underworld let out a sigh, and then realized that the Shen Yuan Divine Sword had returned to Zhang Ruochen's hand.
The sword energy is like rain, traveling in the nine-color chaotic divine light.
Just now, when she made a palm print to Zhang Ruochen, the space showed signs of distortion.
While Zhang Ruochen received her full palm blow, he still had the power to distort the space and seize the Shen Yuan Divine Sword, which was beyond the expectations of the spirit of the underworld.
At least, in terms of spatial attainments, Zhang Ruochen is definitely not inferior to her.
"Zhang Ruochen, thank you for sending the cauldron! The Wu cauldron, also known as the Jade Emperor cauldron, is said to have been the strongest warrior of the Fudo Ming King. When activated to the extreme, it can communicate with the ancient witch ancestors. I don't know if it is true or not?"
Baal stood on the edge of the mouth of the Wuding Cauldron, with demonic energy and rules pouring out from under his feet, forming eight magic dragon iron chains, locking the Wuding Cauldron tightly.
Previously, he was struck by the sword and suffered a heavy loss, and his soul was severely traumatized.
After seizing the Wuding Cauldron, Baal's resentment was calmed down, and he smiled with a smile on his face, intending to anger Zhang Ruochen and make his mentality unbalanced.
Zhang Ruochen stepped on the long bridge formed by the convergence of nine-color chaotic divine light. Behind him were the twenty-seven magnificent worlds of heaven. He exuded a power that was not inferior to that of the Half-Ancestor. He said: "Then you have to put it away. Wu Ding only recognizes Zhang Ruochen."
family."
Barr stared closely at Zhang Ruochen, unable to understand why he could still be so calm.
"The twenty-seven heavenly worlds left behind by the Great Lord Fudo Myoyo do contain extraordinary ancestral divine power. You can indeed explode this ancestral divine power with the help of Sword Ancestor Sword Heart. However, with your cultivation level, it is impossible to
The ancestral divine power that cannot control the twenty-seven heavenly worlds cannot withstand this power. You have already suffered the backlash from your reluctant efforts just now, right?"
"Thank you for your concern, Supreme Pillar. I'll kill you a thousand times, but I'll only hurt myself five hundred."
Zhang Ruochen always maintained a calm demeanor, giving Nether Sea Spirit and Baal a confident calmness, making them suspicious.
The spirit of the Nether Sea was not in a hurry to take action. While collecting the Demonic Stone Knife, Earth Cauldron, and Hong Cauldron from the Styx River, it used its spiritual soul to clone itself to control the Nether Sea and return to the Kingdom of the Netherworld, preparing to control the formation of the 80,000-story building in the Netherworld.
The spirit of the underworld is the true body.
The underworld is also the true body.
Just like this, the Minghai who returns to the Kingdom of the Underworld is more than just a clone, and his combat power is not much inferior to that of his half-ancestor.
Zhang Ruochen did not intercept Minghai, nor was he able to intercept Minghai. All his spiritual consciousness was locked on the spirit of Minghai and Baal, saying: "Separating the spirit from the sea will be the most wrong decision you have made today."
"Really? Is it because after the Sea of Hell enters the Kingdom of Hades, all the gods in the Temple of Destiny will be wiped out?"
The spirit of the underworld is not only highly cultivated, but also has a first-rate mind.
If Zhang Ruochen wants to escape, even if the spirit of the underworld and Baal join forces, it will be difficult to keep him here.
It is precisely because of knowing this that the spirit of the underworld must take charge of the formation consisting of 80,000 buildings in the underworld and trap the gods in the Temple of Destiny inside.
Zhang Ruochen raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Aren't you curious, who is the person who sent you the news? What is its purpose?"
The person who informed the Mingzu faction about Zhang Ruochen and Fengtian's arrival at Beize Great Wall must undoubtedly be the God Realm.
At this point, it is impossible for the Spirit of the Underworld and Baal not to guess.
There is no need for Zhang Ruochen to mention what the purpose of the God Realm is. The Spirit of the Underworld and Baal know it better than anyone else.
The spirit of the underworld has absolute confidence in its own strength and said: "As long as the eternal true ruler does not arrive, anyone from the God Realm who comes to the underworld will be dead. Even if they plan and calculate in every possible way, in the end they will be fighting with a bamboo basket.
All water is gone.”
Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said, "I believe what you said before your soul separated from the sea. But now, it's hard to say!"
The smile on Baal's face faded and he said: "Zhang Ruochen, you'd better worry about yourself first. How long can you last against two half-ancestrals alone?"
"Who said I am alone?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ruochen stepped through the space with one step and was in front of the spirit of the underworld in an instant.
Who would have thought that in such a situation, he would dare to take action?
The Divine Sword of Shen Yuan picked up numerous light traces of the order of time, slashed Yuanhui with the sword, and struck towards the head of the spirit of the underworld with endless sword energy and waves of time.
The spirit of the underworld did not dodge or evade, and struck out with one palm. The force of the palm destroyed the sword energy and the light traces of the order of time.
When the palm of the hand collided with the blade of the sword, a clanging sound of metal and stone clashing erupted.
The body of the spirit of the underworld can be as soft as water mist, or it can be indestructible.
Before the two of them could separate, Baal's true form had arrived beside Zhang Ruochen, holding the witch cauldron in his hand, and smashed it down on Zhang Ruochen with the force of sweeping thousands of troops.
The speed is too fast and there is no way to avoid it.
Zhang Ruochen flew out again. This time, his body was heavily damaged and blood was gurgling.
They were defeated after just one rendezvous.
Facing Baal and the Spirit of the Underworld at the same time, not to mention Zhang Ruochen, even if Tianmu, Haotian, and Empress Shiji acted alone, they would definitely suffer a disastrous defeat.
Zhang Ruochen had obviously been wounded, but Baal was the only one to pursue the victory.
The spirit of the underworld only took half a step forward, then froze its body and looked towards the direction of the eighteenth level of netherworld purgatory.
The eighteenth level of netherworld purgatory has been colliding with the twenty-seventh level of the heavenly world. Both the spirit of the underworld and Zhang Ruochen have part of their souls and thoughts to stay in these forty-five worlds, mobilizing the powers of Mingzu and Fudo Mingwang respectively.
A fight of strength.
Below the eighteenth level of Nether Purgatory, suppress the frozen body of Xutian and the bloody sword.
In the twenty-seventh level of the Tianyu world, the black hands are suppressed.
Just when the spirit of the underworld looked over, a golden light illuminated the starry sky where the underworld and the world of heaven were located.
"Woof!"
The sound was like a dog barking, and the sound waves resounded throughout the world.
The huge body of Ancestor Jin Ni crashed through the space, came under the starry sky, and ran straight towards the spirit of the underworld.
The long hair on its neck shines like golden silk, and every time it steps into the void, circles of golden water ripples appear under its hooves.
That sound wave shattered the ice sealing Xutian and the Blood-Drip Sword below the eighteenth level of Netherworld Purgatory.
The blood-dropping sword roared, turned into a beautiful arc, and flew into Chi Yao's hands.
Chi Yao stood on the back of Ancestor Jin Yi, holding a sword and staring at the spirit of the underworld.
At the moment when Ancestor Jin Ni stretched out his claws and struck at the spirit of the underworld sea, Chi Yao swung out her sword and cut off the river of Hades that flowed around the spirit of the underworld sea. The earth tripod and the red tripod were brought into the world of gods by her.
It was only at this moment that the spirit of the underworld finally understood why Zhang Ruochen took the initiative to attack her just now, knowing that she would be defeated and injured.
It is creating opportunities for Chi Yao and Ancestor Jin Yi.
Create an opportunity to rescue Xu Fengjin.
The spirit of the underworld was well aware of the tyrannical power of the ancestor Jin Yi, and did not dare to take it with his bare hands, so he had to swing the demon stone knife.
The moment the claws of the knife touched, she immediately trampled the space and fell into the void world, removing the power of the claws of Patriarch Jin Ni.
On the other side, Xu Tian escaped, his torn body was reshaped, his expression was extremely cold and stern, and he shouted: "Give me a magic medicine, I will recover from the injury as quickly as possible."
"There is magic medicine in the Tianyu world, go and pick it yourself."
Zhang Ruochen and Baer each held a tripod and fought in close quarters. The tripods collided with each other.
Xutian was eager to regain his strength and avenge his shame, so he turned into a stream of light and rushed into the twenty-seventh level of the world.
After a while, Xu Tian flew out of the world of Tianyu with hundreds of thousands of swords left behind by the Unable to control the Ming King, intending to go to fight against the spirit of the underworld and regain the situation.
"When you go to the Kingdom of the Underworld, you must not let the clone of the spirit of the Underworld Sea control the formation. The Sword Source Divine Tree and the Tianji Brush are suppressed in the Underworld Sea." Zhang Ruochen said.
Xu Tian's eyes widened and he regained some sense. He immediately changed direction and disappeared into the land of the underworld shrouded in black mist.
Zhang Ruochen is sure that the dark remnant must have come to Beize Great Wall and is paying attention to this battle.
However, from beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen never placed his hope on her.
When seeking skin from a tiger, the most important thing is not to seek skin, but to prevent oneself from being eaten by the tiger.
What Darkness Broken Body is planning is the evil hand in Zhang Ruochen's hands, not people like Nether Sea Spirit and Baal.
So, essentially, Zhang Ruochen is her prey.
Of course, if Zhang Ruochen is strong enough, he can severely damage the Mingzu faction.
So as the mortal enemy of the Ming Zu faction, Dark Remnant Body naturally doesn't mind getting involved and helps Zhang Ruochen wipe out the Ming Zu faction.
What Dark Remnant wants to see more is for both Zhang Ruochen and the Mingzu faction to suffer losses. By then, the initiative will be in her hands!
Ancestor Jin Ni is Zhang Ruochen's real trump card, and rescuing Xu Tian will be the most important step in reversing the situation of the battle.
Now Zhang Ruochen is just waiting for the people from Heaven to show up!
The trip to Beizek Great Wall is full of dangers and has great stakes, which can affect the situation of the universe after the opening of the Yuhuang Realm.
As a strategic ally, how could Zhang Ruochen not communicate with Haotian?
Both the sword world and the hell world have strong men coming, and heaven will naturally respond.
The battle at Beize Great Wall is fierce enough, and it will naturally attract people from all sides. The pressure faced by Heaven, Sword Realm, Hell Realm, and Yuhuang Realm will all be reduced.
"Where have the monks from Heaven gone? Why haven't they shown up yet?"
Zhang Ruochen was full of questions and had an ominous premonition.
…
Ancient God Panyuan walked step by step on the Beize Great Wall. His body was like a sacred mountain made of copper, his arms were like pillars, and his eyes were blazing with the divine flames of destruction.
Feng Yan, who was following him, was dressed in a splendid divine robe, holding a Pure Yang Divine Sword, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, which was beyond words.
Under a beacon tower in front, a thin green figure sat cross-legged, playing the piano with both hands.
The melodious sound of the piano seems to be telling the story of eternal grievances, endless sadness and desolation.
As the ancient god Panyuan and Feng Yan got closer and closer, the sound of the piano suddenly turned sharp and high-pitched. In the void, the real sound of gold and iron horses resounded, and countless armies were running, and the killing sounds were soaring into the sky.
Until Ancient God Panyuan stopped ten feet away, the old man in blue and Confucian robes pressed the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
Seeing the face of the old man in blue robes and Confucian robes, Ancient God Pan Yuan narrowed his eyes and his eyelids twitched. He tried his best to suppress the overwhelming shock in his heart and said: "I never thought that you are still alive and have aged like this."
Feng Yan didn't see who the old scholar was. He stared at the Emperor and Ancestor God standing at the door of the beacon tower, and many doubts arose in his heart.
The old man in green clothes and Confucian robes wore a square scarf on his head and his face was full of wrinkles. He smiled and said: "How can there be the best of both worlds in this world? If you want to gain cultivation, you must give up time."
Ancient God Panyuan observed the surrounding space and said vigilantly: "It's only more than 200,000 years old. Your current mental power makes me unable to see through it. Is it the peak of the ninety-third level, or the ninety-fourth level?"
"Don't be so nervous. We haven't set up any formations. Let's just reminisce about old times as old friends. Why don't we have a chat?"
The old man in blue and Confucian robes picked up the guqin and handed it to the Emperor, Ancestor and Divine Lord, and then twisted his sleeves to make a gesture of invitation.
There is a futon on the ground opposite the low bronze table.
Pan Yuangu said: "Reminiscing about old friends? Are you waiting here on purpose to prevent me from helping Zhang Ruochen? We are both monks in the Kunlun world, and he is the descendant of Xumi, but you don't show any kindness at all? You say so
You educate people with virtue, cultivate the Tao with virtue, and enlighten the mind with virtue, but you are not doing very well in cultivating this virtue!"