"This kid is a bit bloody, but he wants to blow up his divine source under the nose of the ancestor... Hey, does he have the absolute will to break through the suppression of the ninety-fifth level of mental power? Or a poor monk can help him."
"Bang!"
In a dark dense forest in the mountains, the divine body of a great god from the divine realm exploded.
Flesh and blood splattered, and the bones inside were revealed. It was Xuanyuan Er who was wearing a red cassock.
Xuanyuan Er's skeletal body exudes endless Buddha light.
The cassock is as red as a lantern.
There is no longer any scruples, even if the ancestor's eyes may have been looking at him.
He clasped his hands together and recited scriptures.
The melodious Sanskrit sounds, like the morning sermons sung by monks from all over the world, resound throughout the mountains.
"Wow!"
A pair of thick bone arms like pillars unfolded, flames overflowed from the bone seams, and the whole body burned.
The divine energy in the body quickly flows back towards the divine source.
This is the Buddhist "skill of sacrificing one's body and passing away".
After Xuanyuan Er refined the cursed bone, he reached the realm of immortality and boundless cultivation. Under the blessing of this technique, he self-destructed his divine source. No one under the ancestors dared to say that he could stop it with absolute certainty.
So decisive!
It seems that they just sacrificed themselves without any thought.
Of course Xuanyuan Er can be so decisive, because only by being so decisive can he possibly succeed in self-destructing the divine source before Master Murong can react.
In Heaven, the moment he agreed to Zhang Ruochen's entry into the God Realm, he had made all preparations and knew exactly why he came to the God Realm.
When I left Heaven, I never thought that I could come back alive.
"boom!"
Xuanyuan Eryi crushed the ground with his feet and turned into a golden light pillar, heading straight towards the ancestral formation light curtain in the direction of Yin Yuanchen.
The space of the mountains at the beginning and end of the sky is too vast. They are not mountains, but more like big worlds and countless planets stacked on top of each other.
"Whoa!"
Located in the wasteland at the top of the mountains, the moment Master Murong sensed the fluctuation of Yin Yuanchen's power, he separated a spiritual force and suppressed it across space.
Yin Yuanchen was once one of the five high priests of the Doomsday Priest, and he was a powerful man at the immortal and infinite level.
In other times, it would have entered the heavens.
Such a person is determined to self-destruct, and Murong Zhuzhu's mental power cannot suppress him at all.
"The will to die can be so strong?"
Master Murong's second mental power and third mental power... flew out one after another and landed on Yin Yuanchen.
His main strength at this moment is to control the ancestral formation in the Tianshi Wujie Mountains and fight against Empress Shiji and the Infinite Knights.
Moreover, many armies from the heavenly universe and the hell realm have also reached the outside of the mountain, and the densely packed sacred weapon warriors are like stars in the sky, falling overwhelmingly.
The ants will bite the elephant to death, and the army of all the powerful men in the universe must not be underestimated.
Master Murong could only use part of his mental power to suppress the monks who had sneaked into the mountain.
"again!"
When the Sanskrit sound sounded, Lord Murong's face darkened, and he had to allocate part of his mental power to suppress Xuanyuan Er in the other direction.
The black and white Taoist figure was like a cloud of smoke, floating to the top of a towering ancient tree, looking at the cloud-like light screen of the ancestor formation above.
Only seen.
Xuanyuan Er and Yin Yuanchen, who were all dazzling, were wrapped in the spiritual power of their ancestors, and their expressions were unbearable.
But they have a strong will and the fire in their eyes never goes out.
Looking outside the mountains, every beam of destruction that flies out of the ancestral formation can wipe out tens of thousands of holy monks. Countless gods have fallen.
The formations left by the ancestors of time and space were simply not something they could break, and everyone was like moths rushing to the flames.
It's a real moth flying into the flame.
In an instant, it turned into powder.
"Master Murong!"
Huangtian no longer hid, walked out of the jungle, and roared.
Half Ancestor's sound waves shook the mountains, and the echoes lasted for a long time.
Master Murong was shuddered secretly, his eyes were fixed on the deserted sky, and he saw the light of life and the light of death rising halfway up the mountain.
Even if Immortal Boundless self-destructs the divine source, it will be difficult for him to break through the ancestral formation of the human ancestors.
But if Huangtian, who is in the half-ancestral realm, could self-destruct his divine source, he would definitely be able to do it.
He knows Huang Tian very well and knows very well how tyrannical Huang Tian's spiritual will is. The talents of the two second-grade Shinto practitioners are second only to Zhang Ruochen, Yan Wushen, Chi Yao and other freaks who have the chance to defy the heavens.
In addition, one of the second-grade Shinto practiced by Huangtian is the "Shinto of Life and Death", and he has a very thorough understanding of life and death. As a half-ancestor, if he is determined to self-destruct his divine source, even if he does not take charge of the ancestral formation, he will use all his power to
Even with his mental power to suppress him, Lord Murong was not sure he could stop him.
Without hesitation, all the spiritual thoughts in the mind of Lord Murong were released, like more than billions of ancestor soul shadows, condensing into bright runic light rain, crashing through the space, and hitting the wild sky from all directions.
Huang Tian glanced at Taoist Black and White: "How do you say that?"
"What else can you say? I took the first step. You are the most tough guy among the three clans. How can you be overshadowed by two monks from the heavenly universe?"
Taoist Black and White acknowledged this title for the first time in a joking tone.
Then, it turned into a black and white intertwined beam of light and flew out, hitting the ancestral formation Yunxia in mid-air.
The reason why Huangtian shouted the name "Master Murong" just now was to attract the ancestral spiritual power that Master Murong could mobilize and gain opportunities for Taoist Black and White.
"Congratulations to the clan leader, Huangtian will never keep you waiting."
Huangtian hit the life-extinguishing lamp and struck the ancestral talisman all over the sky.
"Bang bang!"
Driven by the spirit of the Half-Ancestor, two oceans of light, the "Sea of Life" and the "Sea of Death", rushed out of the lamp. The ancestral rules belonging to the Ming Ancestor washed away in the two oceans, briefly blocking Murong.
Overlord's attack.
Murong Zhuzhu is projecting mental power across distant spaces, and it is only part of the mental power.
In this state, it is impossible to easily suppress a half-ancestor like Huangtian.
"boom!"
After a few breaths, the life and death lamp exploded.
The light rain of the ancestral talisman tore Huangtian's divine body into pieces.
However, it was just an afterimage, and the real form of Huang Huang had already taken a step forward to escape. Using the Stone Clan's escape method, it moved forward in the dirt and climbed to the top of the mountain at high speed.
…
At the foot of the mountain.
The monks in the army of heaven, universe and hell all heard Huangtian's voice.
See the light emitted by the life-and-death lamp.
"Haha! The old dog of Huangtian is indeed not dead, and is actually hiding in the God Realm."
The leader of the Xuejue clan was very happy and laughed heartily.
"Boom!"
Taoist Black and White succeeded in self-destructing the divine source. The destructive energy was astonishing, obliterating countless formation inscriptions and dimming the surrounding ancestral formation.
The sacred mountain closest to the explosion of the divine source suddenly collapsed by one-third, which was comparable to the destruction of dozens of large worlds at the same time.
The mountain is melting, golden magma flows, full of heat and the smell of death.
"Master..."
On the battlefield, Lord Mingye and Lord Heqing stopped and glanced at the dark mountains in the distance.
"It's the patriarch. The patriarch died as a righteous man!"
"First the emperor, then the clan leader. Who said the ghost clan doesn't have passion? Who said the ghost clan doesn't have pride?"
…
Many ghosts and gods shouted, with sadness in their voices.
The ghost monks do not have so many emotions. They fight in the divine world more for survival. They know that if they don't fight, there will be no way to survive and they can only become sacrifices.
But when the leader of the clan died in order to break the formation, how could the monks in the clan not have any emotional fluctuations?
There is emotion, sadness, admiration, pride...
"Death, you should be buried in the endless mountains of heaven" - at this moment, it has become the most glorious pursuit in the hearts of countless ghost monks.
Minggu pointed at the mountains in the distance and said excitedly: "I just said...I just said that he is the toughest guy among the three tribes in me. Do you believe it now? Which one of you is still dissatisfied? Fight, now he has become a tough guy.
The weakest point of the ancestral formation can definitely be broken."
"Old Dog Huangtian has some skills. He has restrained part of Lord Murong's mental power and seized this opportunity." The leader of the Xuejue clan shouted.
Even if the Immortal Infinite self-destructs the divine source, it still cannot break through the ancestral formation arranged by the human ancestors.
However, the formation inscriptions with a radius of tens of millions of miles were largely obliterated, and the formation light curtain became thin and gray.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
Two more destructive waves that self-destructed the divine source came out from the Tianshiwuzu Mountain.
It's Yin Yuanchen and Xuanyuan Er.
They are all very determined, and each one is more arrogant than the other. They do not want to be wiped out in the ancestors' formation, die aggrieved, and die silently. Instead, they want to fight against the ancestors in their own way.
It was this arrogance and this firm will to die that allowed him to successfully self-destruct his divine source under the suppression of Lord Murong's wisps of spiritual power.
Three Immortals in a row, at the cost of death, finally tore a corner of the ancestral formation's light curtain apart.
"The Xuanyuan family will live forever! The second ancestor will go away now. I'm here. Among the monks from the Xuanyuan family, who will go to the wilderness first to plant the Xuanyuan flag?"
"He is already in his second life. He is no longer a monk of the Xuanyuan family. He is a monk of my Bone Clan. He is another tough guy from the three clans among us, a tough guy with an iron bone."
"Amitabha! Congratulations to King Erjia on his arrival in bliss. Next, it's our turn! Climb the mountain!"
…
The fall of Xuanyuan Er triggered the emotions of countless monks, gathering from all directions, like a tide rushing towards the endless mountains of Tianshi.
But no one mentioned Yin Yuanchen’s name!
Empress Shiji was the first to arrive at the gap in the light curtain of the ancestor formation, and she used all the marks of the ancestors to prop up the gap.
"Based on your cultivation level, if you dare to break into the endless mountains of Tianshi, you will never come back."
Lord Murong snorted and activated a killing force from the Renzu Formation.
Suddenly, the formation trembled violently.
A strange blue cloud rose from the mountains and rushed toward the gap in the formation's light curtain.
Empress Shiji sensed something was wrong and reminded the legion of infinite knights who had already rushed into the mountain: "The formation in the mountain was arranged by the ancestors. Even if it is not controlled by Lord Murong, the monks under the ancestors will inevitably escape death if they break in."
Due to the complex situation of the endless mountains, even if no one is in charge of the formation, the ancestor must open the way to clear the obstacles and reach the top of the wasteland.
With Master Murong presiding over the formation, the danger is more than doubled.
If Empress Shiji breaks in alone, she will surely perish inside.
It can be said that breaking into the formation is just the beginning. Every step forward requires countless bones to pile up.
"No matter how powerful the formation arranged by the ancestors is, as long as there are enough monks in the formation, and one of them can support an ancestor's formation inscription, they will naturally be able to withstand it!"
"We don't break the formation alone, but the whole world breaks the formation."
…
A large number of the god-kings and gods in the Infinite Knights Legion died.
But at this moment, instead of decreasing, the number has actually increased!
The powerful men from the Heavenly Universe joined in, including Ancient God Panyuan, Dragon Lord, Gai Mie, Meng Ge, Jing Dao Man, Xian Musician, Zhenwu Emperor, Hunyuan Tian... They all knew how terrifying the Human Ancestor Formation was.
Speaking of the Holy Realm Army, even if the gods break in, it will be a dead end.
Therefore, the strong must stand up and open the way.
Clear away most of the dangers for the army behind.
"That blue cloud is very strange, I will clear the way!"
Thirty-two pairs of ancestral blood wings spread out on the back of the Blood Jue patriarch, and his body became millions of miles high. The blood wings continued to flap, turning into a blood-red hurricane containing the rules of the ancestors.
There was nothing that could stop the spread of the blue clouds.
These green clouds are pouring out from the ancestral formation arranged by the ancestors. How could the Blood Jue clan leader not know how terrifying it is?
It is very likely that you will die if you get it.
But can we escape at this time? Can we retreat?
Can only enter.
The leader of the Blood Jue clan used the ancestral blood wings to wrap his body, turning into a blood-colored star as huge as a star, flattening the jungle, heading towards the top of the mountain, and crashing into the blue clouds.
In an instant, the leader of the Xuejue clan felt the force of time coming.
Decaying vitality devours longevity.
The thirty-two pairs of ancestral blood wings can only weaken the corrupting power of time, but cannot completely stop it.
"It is the power of time. Time kills longevity and corrupts everything sacred... Don't follow up, retreat quickly!"
The leader of the Blood Jue clan roared.
Facing the decay of time, no matter how many monks break in, it will be a dead end.
late!
The two heavenly gods had no time to retreat. After being stained by the green clouds, their hair instantly turned gray, their skin wrinkled and their bones peeled, their blood and energy drained away, and finally they fell to the ground and turned into a pile of bones.
The dragon master hid in the corpse of the ancestral dragon and used the claws of the ancestral dragon to pull back more than a dozen god kings and gods.
However, the lifespan of these more than ten god kings and gods is still lost to varying degrees, and they have become much older.
The Half-Ancestor was terrified when he saw this kind of time power. He had to retreat if he didn't want to retreat.
Because it is simply not something they can fight against.
"The Temple of Time is coming!"
A large number of gods from the Wind Clan arrived at the Temple of Time.
The Temple of Time, which was thousands of miles high, fell, blocking the blue clouds.
Before the gods could breathe a sigh of relief, just a few breaths later, the green clouds filled the Temple of Time, forcing all the gods back, heading towards the gap in the ancestral formation.
"Damn it! I still don't believe it!"
The people of Jingdao relied on the cultivation of the false ancestral body of the five elements, propped up the bronze sacred tree, protected the body with weak water and ten golden crows and big sun stars, and rushed into the blue clouds against the trend.
He was so fierce and fearless that he shocked everyone in the Infinite Knights Legion.
"A person of great righteousness in the Five Elements Contemplation, shouldn't we learn from Master Jing's cultivation and spirit?"
Someone hid his face in shame, so he sacrificed his divine weapon to protect his body and prepared to follow.
"Whoa!"
The shaft man's fat ball-like figure rushed out of the green cloud and mist, and while running away, he shouted: "I believe it, I believe it, run away quickly, I can't stand it, the methods of the ancestors of time and space are simply..."
He ran away very fast, as if he was rolling down the mountain.
Monks with high realms and good eyesight can see that the people in the well have a lot of white hair on their heads, and their lifespan is seriously lost.
In the wasteland at the top of the mountains, Master Murong used the power of the formation to gather dozens of birds and beasts, forming an overwhelming force to encircle and suppress the wasteland heading towards the top of the mountain.
The birds and beasts are phoenix, dragon, golden dragon, black bird, red bird, Kunpeng, Qingluan and other mythical beasts. Although the magic is condensed, every attack is comparable to the full force of the half-ancestral.
Huangtian seemed to be being hunted by a group of half-ancestors.
Huangtian was forced to burn the divine blood and life essence, increasing his combat power to an unprecedented peak. Every time he swung the ax, he could split a divine beast in half.
"Master Murong, just wait, my half-ancestral divine source is preparing to bury you with you. You'd better not let me go to the wasteland!"
The resolute and sonorous roar of Huangtian reached the ears of Lord Murong.
The remains of Emperor Xuan flew out of the main altar. Holding a simple and heavy spear, he walked step by step to Lord Murong and said in a hoarse voice: "It's good to let them join the battle. Where is the sacrifice not a sacrifice?"
The aura emanating from the remains of Emperor Xuan was extremely thick, full of antiquity and eternity.
But the spear in his hand had a sense of ruin and death, and it looked extremely dangerous, making Lord Murong, the ancestor, feel uncomfortable.
"Wow!"
The spear was thrown out from the hand of Emperor Xuan's remains, like a chain, tearing apart the space and heading straight towards Empress Shiji who was holding up the gap in the formation.
Empress Shiji naturally sensed the danger and immediately mobilized the soldiers in the army.
The three artifacts were in front, and behind them were three long rivers of sacred artifact warriors, spinning and twisting to meet the spears flying from the top of the mountain.
"Bang bang!"
Totally unstoppable.
The three artifacts were knocked to three different places, and the holy weapon soldiers were all turned into metal fragments.
Empress Shiji was about to give up supporting the gap in the formation and retreated to dodge.
A ray of red light flew past the eyes and collided with the spear.
"Boom!"
The terrifying energy ripples flew away the gods in the Infinite Knight Legion who were closer, causing large swaths of the mountain to collapse.
Even the cloud-like ancestral formation was shaking violently, like a sea of clouds undulating.
The person who came was none other than Tianmu.
The spear was blocked by her punch!
The white hair on her head and the native wedding dress on her body fluttered in the wind, bright and beautiful, heroic and domineering.
After grabbing the spear, Tianmu took off the Houtu wedding dress and swung it out, regardless of the injury on her hand.
"Wow——"
Houtu's wedding dress is like an infinitely huge red bag that collects all the blue clouds and mist pouring down the mountain.
Tianmu held a spear in one hand and used the ancestor's blood to wipe off the ancestor's aura belonging to Emperor Xuan's corpse on the spear with the other. She strode up the mountain and said: "I will open the way, follow me and kill into the sky!"
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It seems that the planned ten to fifteen chapters are not enough. Every battlefield and all forces have to be written. If you are not careful, there will be a few more chapters.