The heavenly kings attacked fiercely, and even the super formation of Xuanming Palace was unable to withstand it. After all, the formation was dead, and without anyone in charge, its power would be greatly reduced.
Just when the layers of formations were continuously penetrated, the true form of Xuanming Palace could be seen.
Suddenly, the door of Xuanming Palace slowly opened, and a black-haired boy slowly walked out.
He had nothing on his body, except for his handsome face, which was like the banished immortal Ling Chen. There was no breath in his body. He just stepped out of the Xuanming Palace step by step like a mortal and walked outside the formation.
Seeing the strange scene, the twelve heavenly kings also stopped.
They were condescending, and all twelve pairs of eyes were focused on Long Xiaoshan. The gazes of the twelve heavenly kings were so terrifying. Even if they did not release a trace of coercion, they were enough to make any being under the heavenly kings feel terrified.
However, Long Xiaoshan looked calm, as if he were standing in the back garden of his home, with his hands behind his back, he calmly looked at the twelve heavenly kings.
"Everyone is here, fighting. What's the matter?"
The twelve Heavenly Lords all felt a bit ridiculous at this time. They had never seen Long Xiaoshan before, or in other words, they had not paid attention to it at all. Naturally, it was difficult to associate such a young man in front of them with the Heavenly Lord.
You are the king of heaven and have a close relationship with heaven and man. A person's true age cannot be hidden from them.
In the spiritual world, there are many beauty-preserving techniques, and even magical techniques for rejuvenating youth. Age cannot be seen from the appearance. For example, these heavenly kings all appear to be only thirty or forty years old, or even twenty or thirty years old. However, appearance can hide it.
The soul cannot deceive others.
True youth is the vitality of the soul, the vigorous vitality that rises like the morning sun.
That is the truth that cannot be simulated by any magical method.
Therefore, they can naturally feel that Long Xiaoshan's age is truly young, as fresh and vibrant as the Asahi. It is far beyond the youthful appearance they simulated by Taoism. He is definitely less than a hundred years old, or even younger.
So these days the kings all stared at Long Xiaoshan suspiciously: "Who are you, little kid?"
"Ancestor, he is Long Xiaoshan! He is the one who imprisoned us." The geniuses of the major caves and legends standing behind the heavenly kings spoke one after another.
"What? This is impossible!"
None of the gods believed it.
How can there be a heavenly king who is less than a hundred years old in this world? What others say is not as true as seeing it with your own eyes.
"But, ancestor, he really is."
All the geniuses couldn't help but speak out.
One person said that they didn't have to believe it, but everyone swore firmly. These ancestors of Tianjun were all a little shaken.
"What are you talking about? Let me take out the three souls and seven souls and practice them, then everything will be clear!"
A dark and terrifying ghost suddenly stepped out. It was Yan Chi, the ghost king of the Netherworld Sect. His eyes were fierce. The other heavenly kings were still questioning, but he was too lazy to talk nonsense. His son was dead, and he brought
All the true traditions of the Netherworld Sect are dead.
No matter who the young man in front of him is, since he came out of Xuanming Palace, he must be related to the person who killed his son.
Yan Chi raised a palm, roared, endless ghost energy surged, and turned into a giant claw with black scales, with countless injustice souls howling on it. If you look closely, you can see how many evil spirits condensed on the entire giant claw.
Soul, dense and shocking.
The black-scaled giant claws descended across the sky, covering a thousand feet in radius. The entire void under the giant claws solidified into a piece of iron, and even the laws stopped functioning.
When all the heavenly kings saw Yan Chi taking action, they did not stop him.
Although they thought that the young man in front of them could not be Tianjun, since the disciples were so steadfast in their vows, they decided to take a look.
Even if he was killed by Yan Chi, it would only be an insignificant ant trampled to death.
And those kings and geniuses who were suppressed by Long Xiaoshan just now all straightened their backs. They were suppressed so miserably by Long Xiaoshan before. Not only were they deprived of all their magic weapons, but they were also imprisoned here with extremely humiliating conditions. Now, Lanyu Tian
When Jun arrived, it was finally time for them to feel proud.
"Long Xiaoshan, let's see how long you can be proud. When you are suppressed by our Lanyu Heavenly Lord, I will definitely taste the feeling of a Heavenly Lord kneeling in front of me." Lingjing clenched his hands into fists and his body trembled with excitement. He had been forced to kneel before.
The humiliation of begging for mercy from Long Xiaoshan turned into the joy of revenge.
Looking at the huge black-scaled claws coming from the top of Mount Tai, Long Xiaoshan spread out his five fingers, with countless * characters flowing on them, and the majestic Buddha's voice echoed between heaven and earth. Long Xiaoshan's palms were like glass, and he patted them gently. His palms were so tiny.
, like glass jade, but photographed there
When the giant black claws covered the sky, endless golden light exploded like a supernova. Countless golden lights penetrated out of the huge black claws, like hedgehogs. Then, they were completely torn apart and turned into nothingness.
Countless innocent souls above were also purified.
The eyes of all the heavenly kings shrank.
"What a powerful Buddhist power, this is the power of a holy monk!" the abbot of Xuantian Temple shrank his eyes and asserted.
The holy monk is like the heavenly king of Taoism.
He has a supreme status in Buddhism, and the abbot of Xuantian Temple is a holy monk himself, so he will naturally not admit his mistake.
With the abbot of Xuantian Temple's assertion, the other Heavenly Lords were finally sure that the handsome young man in front of them was actually a being comparable to the Heavenly Lord.
Yan Chi took back his hand, his eyes darkened to the extreme.
Seeing Long Xiaoshan take action, he finally determined why his son and the Netherworld Sect were destroyed. Ghost monks and Buddhist monks have always been enemies and were born to oppose each other. At this time, he was too lazy to find out why Long Xiaoshan was so young.
An old enemy is an old enemy, not to mention that he killed so many people from the Netherworld Sect.
"The Judgement of Hell."
Yan Chi let out a wild roar, stretched out his hands, and a terrifying black wave suddenly turned the sky into darkness. Before, he just used a palm with ordinary magic power, but now, he used a real magical killing move.
The extremely terrifying black magic power is like a vast ocean, boiling in the void.
Above the infinite darkness, a ghost mansion seemed to appear, judging the world. In the ghost mansion, black lights rose into the sky, converging into a dark judgment pen, and drew the word "death" towards Long Xiaoshan.
As soon as the word "death" appeared, the laws of heaven and earth were distorted.
For a moment, Long Xiaoshan seemed to have fallen into an endless hell. The chains of death were wrapped around his body, and countless forces of death penetrated his body, trying to pull their souls directly out of their bodies.
"The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch. Who dares to keep you until the fifth watch?"
All the heavenly kings showed signs of shock when they saw Long Xiaoshan shrouded in the black light of death.
"Yan Chi's death magic is even stronger, and he is worthy of being the strongest ghost king in the Netherworld Sect."
"This old ghost is hiding very deep. His strength is just a hair away from the mid-stage Nascent Soul. It seems that we need to be more careful with the Netherworld Sect in the future to avoid getting into his trap."
The eyes of the heavenly kings flickered, and all kinds of thoughts turned around in the blink of an eye.
No one is paying attention to Long Xiaoshan.
Under this terrifying magical power, even if Long Xiaoshan is a holy monk, it is impossible to reverse the situation.
