Chapter 2775 there is a fierce god in front, and an evil spirit in the back
Chapter 2775 There is a fierce god in front of you, and there is a bad evil in the back
Xiao Hei and Wen Chu, who had regained their divine bodies, both looked happy. They were truly saved from a desperate situation.
The thunder and lightning mountain in the shape of a human head is the Xingtian jar.
It is also the head of Kunlun Realm Xingtian Great God.
"Stab it!"
On the sea surface, streaks of lightning that were a hundred times brighter than ordinary thunder and lightning turned into dragons and snakes, spreading rapidly towards God Wentong.
Master Wentong's eyes were long and narrow, and their eyes were full of coldness.
The aura of death formed a great wall in front of him, blocking the lightning.
"Chi Xingtian! I have refined you for a hundred thousand years, but your spiritual will has not been lost. Good! Very good, let's see how big a wave you can make today!" Master Wentong said solemnly.
"Boom."
The Great Wall formed by the air of death shattered into pieces, and the thunder and lightning formed into an earth-shaking angry dragon that struck out with its claws.
Two divine lights flew out of the eyes of Great God Wentong, crushing the angry dragon to pieces.
However, one hundred and eight stone swords were wrapped by thunder and lightning. The sword body was filled with light and the demonic energy surged into the sky. It turned into a sword array and slashed at the Great God Wentong.
It is the head of Chi Xingtian, who personally controls the stone sword and exerts offensive power.
After being trained for a hundred thousand years, the anger in my heart is hard to calm down.
The thunder and lightning mountain in the shape of a human head opened its mouth and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Fight to the end."
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
…
The power of the stone sword is far greater than before.
The sword is not sharp, but it is heavier than the stars.
Even a being like the Great God Wentong was driven back continuously by the stone sword, and the world of gods he held up was shattered.
Zhang Ruochen put away the swarm of God-Eating Insects and quickly flew away into the distance.
Xuetu and Yan Ting followed closely behind.
A confrontation of this level is enough to annihilate the starry sky. With their cultivation in the Holy Realm, getting too close would be life-threatening.
"The powerful Chi Xingtian only has one head left. He has been trained for a hundred thousand years, and his combat power is still so terrifying." Hearing Chu was moved, he did not dare to stay here for long, and turned into a divine light and chased Zhang Ruochen and the others.
Gushe Huanhuan looked at the thunder and lightning mountains with human heads suspended in the sky. In his mind, the figure of the demon general who protects the world from Luo Zuyun Mountain appeared in his mind. He thought to himself: "If the body and head of the demon general who protects the world can be united, the battle will be better."
How powerful is it?"
Prajna's face was always solemn, and he saw some clues and said: "Wentong is indeed a first-class figure in the Hades Palace. His cultivation is unfathomable. Go, get out of here quickly."
She and Xiao Hei took the divine step.
With one step, you will reach 129,600 miles away.
However, they only took one step before they were intercepted by a clone of Master Wentong.
Xiao Hei turned around, looked through the void, towards the battlefield 129,600 miles away, and then looked at the clone of Great God Wentong in front of him, and said: "What a good guy, after fighting against Chi Xingtian, he was able to release a clone."
The clone smiled coldly: "If it were Chi Xingtian from a hundred thousand years ago, I might be a little more wary. It's just a head that has been refined for a hundred thousand years. How can it be my opponent?"
The clone's hands attack at the same time, launching two magical powers, the White Moon Splitting Light and the Red Sun Heavenly Furnace.
The sun and moon rise together, one cold and the other hot.
In an instant, Xiao Hei and Prajna were suppressed under the sun and moon, unable to move even with all their strength. The divine power and regular divine patterns in their bodies were locked by strange power.
After hearing about Chu, Gushe Huanhuan was also attacked by the clone of Wentong, and failed to escape from Santu River.
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The Great God Wentong used his divine world to suppress one hundred and eight stone swords.
The real body took off and shot out eighteen god-locking chains.
The chain became hundreds of miles long and as thick as a dragon, and fell onto the eighteen lock positions of Chi Xingtian's head.
Master Wentong grabbed the eighteen divine chains with one hand and sneered: "Chi Xingtian, I know you want to shake things up, but unfortunately you are already a trapped beast in a cage, destined to be a slave."
"Roar!"
Chi Xingtian's head roared loudly, and a large amount of thunder and lightning and divine energy surged out from his neck, condensing into a gaseous body.
Soon, a phantom of a 10,000-foot-tall god and demon condensed, grasping the eighteen god-locking chains with both hands, trying to break free from the suppression. However, the great god Wentong cultivator was so powerful, his body stood motionless in the void, with a ferocious smile in his eyes.
meaning.
"Take a good look at your appearance now. You have been dead for a hundred thousand years. Just be my weapon!"
The Great God Wentong released the death energy and spiritual power to activate the curse pattern carved on Chi Xingtian's head.
The curse pattern is black and was carved by the master of the Underworld Palace himself, specifically to suppress the will of Chi Xingtian's soul.
As the curse lines emerged, Chi Xingtian seemed to be in great pain, and he let out a series of mournful screams and screams that could be heard even a hundred thousand miles away.
What I heard was the laughter of Master Wentong.
Xiao Hei held up a scorching red sun with both hands, as if suppressed by a divine furnace. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn it! If this emperor hadn't been sealed by Xumi Old Bald Donkey for a hundred thousand years, how could he be so arrogant?
Chance?"
A pair of flame wings spread out on Xiao Hei's back. The feathers can breathe and swallow the divine flames in the red sun above.
On the other side, Prajna was pressed under a cold white moon.
Her eyes were focused, and she wanted to use Taishang's formation patterns to break the predicament in front of her.
"Ouch!"
A tiger roar came from the southeast.
Prajna looked over and saw that the water turned golden.
On the horizon, Zhang Ruochen rode a white tiger and rushed towards him, holding Shen Yuan's ancient sword in his hand.
The Golden Burying White Tiger lent his divine power to Zhang Ruochen.
"Wow."
Zhang Ruochen was a hundred miles away, swung his sword and smashed the white cold moon pressing on Prajna's head, turning it into regular divine patterns and flying out in disorder.
The gold-buried white tiger's feet step on the water, as if walking on flat ground, from far to near.
Zhang Ruochen, who was riding on its back, stretched out an arm and grabbed Prajna's wrist. Her slender and beautiful figure flew in the air and landed behind Zhang Ruochen.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Prajna walking away, Xiao Hei yelled: "There is still my emperor here!"
After a while, the buried golden white tiger left and returned.
On the tiger's back, in addition to Zhang Ruochen and Prajna, there are two more people, Gu She Huanhuan and Wen Chu.
Zhang Ruochen pierced the scorching red sun suppressing Xiao Hei's head with his sword and helped him escape. Then, he rode the golden white tiger and turned into a golden light, rushing towards the depths of the water.
Wen Chu was worried and thought: "Those who can't escape, Wentong will not give us a chance to escape."
"Even if you can't escape, you still have to fight." Zhang Ruochen's power and the divine power of the Golden Burial White Tiger were completely combined. His skin glowed with golden light, and his divine aura was much stronger than Wen Chu, Prajna and the others.
"You run away later, and I'll stop Wentong." Wen Chu's eyes showed a cold look.
Everyone couldn't help but look at him, knowing that he wanted to blow up his divine source and risk his life.
Maybe they can't kill a person of the level of Master Wentong, but this is their only way.
Everyone's mood became heavy.
ahead.
A wave of water rolled up and turned into a wall of water connecting to the sky, blocking the path of the Golden Buried White Tiger.
Master Wentong was suspended in front of the water wall, holding eighteen divine chains in his hand. On the other end of the divine chains, Chi Xingtian's head was bleeding from all seven orifices, sometimes screaming, sometimes roaring, extremely miserable.
The golden-buried white tiger's eyes stared at the Great God Wentong, and a column of golden air spewed out from its nostrils.
The Great God Wentong said: "Bury the Golden White Tiger, and the Hades Palace intends to form an alliance with the Ancient Nest of Gods. If you submit to me, in the future, I will be the master of the Palace of Hades, and you will be the king of the Ancient Nest of Gods."
The divine power of the Great God Wentong was like a hundred thousand mountains pressing down on them.
"If I don't surrender, are you going to kill me?" the golden-burial white tiger said in a rich voice.
Master Wentong smiled and said: "If I kill you and seize your divine source, you can still analyze many prehistoric secrets. Therefore, you should think clearly before answering. There is only one chance."
"Don't think about it, I won't submit to anyone. If you want to fight, I will let you experience the power of prehistoric times."
The light of the word "Bury" between the eyebrows of the golden-buried white tiger increased tenfold, and a layer of golden light gushed out from its body, pushing Zhang Ruochen, Prajna, Xiaohei, Wen Chu, and Gushe Huanhuan all flying out.
Densely packed divine patterns of burial gold rules spread from its feet, covering hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant.
That mighty power made Master Wentong slightly moved.
However, just after the Ji Dao Golden Burial Qi spread out, the rules of heaven and earth came back crazily, condensing destructive power. Above the Golden Burial White Tiger, a dark cloud of death appeared, and the power of heaven descended.
Master Wentong raised his head and glanced at the cloud of death, and laughed loudly: "With your cultivation, you still can't kill me. However, you will soon be killed by the power of God. In this era, there is no room for you, a prehistoric
Creatures.”
The voice of Burying the Golden White Tiger reached Zhang Ruochen's ears: "Go quickly, the power of God is coming, I will definitely die, I can only hold on for a while as long as possible, let's go! Let's go now!"
Facing the Great God of Wentong, even the true God has nothing to do.
Prajna released his spiritual energy, wrapped around Zhang Ruochen, and planned to take him away by force.
Zhang Ruochen felt extremely uncomfortable and stared at Master Wentong, remembering his appearance deeply. Xiao Hei was even colder and angry, even more angry than Zhang Ruochen.
Suddenly, a bright light came from the northwest direction.
And it was accompanied by clear and sweet songs, like someone playing the piano, and someone playing the flute... The sound of singing, dancing, and orchestra diluted the infinite murderous intent on the water.
Everyone's eyes turned to him one after another.
Only seen.
A white paper boat sailed slowly over.
The shape of the paper boat is like a thousand paper cranes, as transparent as jade, white and dust-free.
There are temples built on the ship and lights are on.
On the bow of the paper boat, there is a seven-color sacred bone, which is three thousand feet high and emits the glazed Buddha light. The glazed Buddha light dispels the Yin Qi on the Santu River, turning the heaven and earth into seven colors.
The paper boat seemed to have come here on a special trip, or it seemed like an ordinary boat crossing the river that had strayed here by mistake.
Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and saw a familiar figure on the paper boat. It was the young woman in red whom he had seen in the Goddess Building. She called herself Xiaoxiao. She once invited Zhang Ruochen on behalf of her master, but unfortunately Zhang Ruochen refused.
"White paper thousand-crane boat, colored glaze and seven-colored lanterns." After hearing Chu recited this sentence, joy appeared in his eyes, and then turned to worry.
The White Paper Thousand Crane Boat is the flower boat of Queen White, the leader of the Twelve Goddess.
The White Queen is definitely a more terrifying figure than the Great God Wentong. Her arrival may not be a good thing, but maybe it is also for Zhang Ruochen's secrets and the supreme holy weapon.
It is true that there is a fierce spirit in front and an evil spirit behind.