The supreme saint self-destructs the holy source, and the destructive energy explodes like stars. Every ray of light is like a sharp sword that cuts the sky, shooting in all directions, and can easily penetrate the body of the great saint.
Energy ripples spread thousands of miles.
Xuetu was speechless and said: "The self-explosion of the Holy Source by the Supreme Saint is too terrifying. If it is very close, even the true god will be traumatized. If it happens in the starry sky, the space will be shattered in large swaths, and the stars will be shattered one by one.
Fallen."
"It's not just as simple as self-destructing the holy source. The spiritual power of this supreme saint of the Yama tribe is very powerful. The holy heart also self-destructs, which can affect the holy soul and spiritual will." Zhang Ruochen said.
Zhang Ruochen felt regretful. In fact, he could have taken action just now to help Yan Wushen and save the supreme sage of the Yama clan who blew up his holy source.
However, reason told him that he couldn't do that.
Because Yan Wushen and Yan Ting entered the Dark Abyss with an important mission and placed the hope of the entire Dark Abyss Yan family, they must have carried a treasure with them.
But they didn't use it.
It can be seen that the danger is not as simple as what meets the eye.
Using the most precious thing may be able to resolve the immediate crisis, but when the real danger comes, they will be helpless.
Xue Tu wanted to rush out, but was caught back by Zhang Ruochen and continued to hide.
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The ghost cloud shattered, the ghosts were extinguished, and pieces of broken golden armor fell down.
The ghostly energy between heaven and earth is chaotic and twisted, like catkins and mist.
Looking at the golden armor fragments, Zhang Ruochen showed an expression of sudden realization, but instead of relaxing his vigilance, he became even more fearful.
Yan Wushen was the first to stand up, and did not show the slightest joy because the ghost cloud was dispersed.
He immediately turned around and found that under the glazed light curtain between the two sky pillars, wisps of ghost energy condensed into a golden armored ghost one foot tall.
The golden-armored fierce ghost has a cold aura, a green face and fangs. The ghost aura escaping from his body turned into a ghost with disheveled hair.
"Whoa!"
The second golden-armored ghost, the third golden-armored ghost...
Six golden-armored ghosts appeared in succession, appearing in six different directions. Each of them exuded tyrannical power and evil energy, freezing the earth and forming black glaciers like ribbons.
Xuetu smiled and said: "Senior brother, do you know the origin of these golden-armored ghosts?"
Zhang Ruochen said nothing.
"It's the Xuansha Yin ghost cultivated by Luo, the third son of the Ghost Lord. It is said that Luo raised a total of eight Xuansha Yin ghosts. One was destroyed just now. There should be seven more. Why are there only six left?
?" Xue Tu was a little surprised.
Little did he know that the Xuansha Yin ghost was killed by Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen saw that there were souls integrated into the bodies of the six Xuansha Yin ghosts, and they were all powerful and full of aura.
They are no longer just Xuansha ghosts, but also the six spiritual clones of Luo.
The monks of the Yama tribe stood up one by one and gathered together.
Some of them held up the holy weapons, some offered talismans, and some released their spiritual fields... Their eyes were full of fear, but they were resolute and fearless. They were always ready to blow up the holy source to die and protect Yan Wushen and Yan Ting.
Yan Ting's face was pale, and her body was filled with yin energy.
She was once slapped in the air by Xuansha Yin ghost, and she was seriously injured. She sent a message: "Young Master, we can't wait any longer!"
Yan Wushen looked around at the six ghosts in all directions, frowned deeply, and said with a strong breath, "Luo! Our Yan family in the Dark Abyss has no enmity with the Earthly Evil Ghost City. By doing this, you are making enemies for yourself."
One of the Xuansha Yin ghosts said: "The law of heaven is that the weak eat the strong. I will kill you just to devour the holy soul and improve your cultivation. Why do you need any grudge? Besides, today's big feud has been forged, so I really have to eradicate you.
That’s all.”
"Wait a minute!"
Yan Wushen said: "Your true body must be nearby! How can the majestic true god be such a coward? Why don't you dare to show up to see him?"
There is a trace of expectation in the hearts of the supreme sages of the Yama clan.
As long as Luo's true body appears, they will naturally be sure to kill him or severely injure him. Just be afraid, Luo has been using his clones to attack, so they may be in trouble today.
Luo's divine voice came from a distance, saying: "Yan Wushen, do you think I will be able to catch your attack? I know that you must have a god-killing treasure in your hands."
"Your Dark Abyss Yan clan has almost come out in full force this time. You must want to rescue Yan Huanyu who is trapped in the Dark Abyss. Right?"
"It's a pity that Yan Huanyu has probably fallen and turned into one of the many corpses of gods in the ancient and ruined city. You will all die here, and the Yan family of the Dark Abyss will also be destroyed."
Yan Ting's heart was filled with anger, and she said, "If you dare to curse the old patriarch, I will kill you without a burial place."
She took out a roll of array diagrams and unfolded it.
The formation diagram was engraved on a divine skin, and the holy energy was injected into it. Dense formation inscriptions immediately appeared in the divine skin. A ferocious beast in the form of a black wolf rushed out of the formation diagram, killing the person who had spoken before.
Xuansha Yingui fell to the ground.
Six old men appeared next to Yan Ting, each exerting their own strength and injecting it into the formation.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
…
In the Divine Skin Formation, five more ferocious beasts with different shapes rushed out one after another, attacking the other five Xuansha Yin ghosts.
The ferocious beasts were powerful, and each one was at the level of a divine beast. In an instant, the six Xuansha Yin ghosts were blown apart, and the golden armor was shattered on the ground.
Although the Xuansha Yin ghosts were torn to pieces, their ghost energy remained and their souls were still suspended around them, flowing like a river of souls.
Luo's laughter resounded in the ghost mist, and he said: "It turns out to be the "Seven Fierce Arrays" of the Yama clan. It is said that seven ferocious beasts are sealed in it, which is a first-class treasure in the world."
Yan Ting said: "Since you know the "Seven Fierce Formations", why don't you get out immediately."
Luo's true body appeared, standing dozens of miles away, and said: "The seven divine beasts are indeed powerful, but you who control the formation are too weak. When the holy energy in your bodies is exhausted and you can no longer activate the formation, I will
If we take action again, wouldn't it be possible to kill people and gain plots at the same time?"
Luo's words hit Yan Ting's weak side.
The "Seven Evil Formation Diagram" is indeed powerful, but it also consumes a lot of holy energy. If you are not sure of killing with one hit, you cannot use it easily.
But, now that I'm using it, I can only hold on until the end.
The corner of Xue Tu's mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile: "This Luo has average talent, but he is too arrogant. Not to mention Yan Wushen, even Yan Ting can defeat him if she breaks through to the divine realm. Senior brother, just leave this small matter to me.
, let’s see how I teach this grandson a lesson. After all, I am a friend of the Yan family in the Dark Abyss, and I have a relationship with the old patriarch.”
This time, Zhang Ruochen did not stop the bloody massacre.
However, his face was still solemn, and he looked behind Luo, feeling that something was wrong.
There seems to be a greater danger hidden in the boundless darkness. That feeling is somewhat similar to that of ghosts and monsters, but it is different.
Yan Wushen has a very strong sense of perception and has the same fears as Zhang Ruochen. Unfortunately, the true god Luo has already made them tired of dealing with it, and they have fallen into a difficult and dangerous situation. How can they have the energy to deal with other things?
The journey through the Abyss of Darkness is destined to be his greatest tribulation before becoming a god.
Yan Ting didn't want to sit still and wait for death, so she and six old men drove six ferocious beasts and attacked Luo. Luo smiled and did not fight with them at all, and flew away.
At the same time, Luo waved his arm in the air.
The ghost energy floating around Yan Wushen and a group of supreme saints of the Yama tribe condensed into a two-foot long spear and hit the chest of a supreme saint.
"Pfft!"
The supreme sage screamed miserably and fell in a pool of blood.
Yan Ting glanced back, her eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, and she quickly drove back with the "Seven Evil Formation" to prevent Luo from killing him again.
The power of the true god is too powerful, and his methods are endless. In front of him, the supreme sage has no power to fight back. The monks of the Yama clan are all panic-stricken, knowing that today may be a bad day.
Yan Ting and the six supreme saints consumed a large amount of holy energy in their bodies, and the light of the "Seven Evil Formation Diagram" gradually became dim.
Luo's true form approached again, waiting for them to change people and activate the formation.
The moment they changed players, it was time for Luo to take action.
Beads of sweat fell down drop by drop on Yan Ting's forehead, and she said: "Young Master, on your body..."
Yan Wushen interrupted what she was about to say, and said decisively: "That's all, I can only take the risk to overcome the disaster today and hit the divine realm. Once I break through, it will be Luo's death."
He said this deliberately, and then he formed the "Wish Seal" with both hands, and the power in his body quickly surged out.
How could Luo dare to let Yan Wushen cross the tribulation and break through the realm? He found that the "Seven Evil Formation Diagram" became darker, and five of the ferocious beasts were forced to return to the diagram, leaving only one.
"Whoa!"
Luo clasped his hands round.
Between the two palms, in the center of the circle, densely packed regular divine patterns condensed into a black divine spear and flew towards Yan Wushen.
At the same time, he followed closely behind the divine spear, pinched the seal with his left hand, and activated the ghost gate magical power.
"Young Master, be careful."
An older Supreme Realm sage wanted to rush forward and block Yan Wushen's blow, but it was too late.
Seeing that the black divine spear was about to hit Yan Wushen, the hearts of all the monks of the Yama tribe were raised to their throats, nervous and angry, and they let out a series of howls.
"Whoa!"
A ray of divine light rushed in front of Yan Wushen, condensed into a burly figure, and grabbed the black divine spear.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the divine figure, Luo's expression changed, but before he could retreat in time, the opponent had already punched him. In front of the fist, a sea of blood appeared, with great power.
"Bang!"
Luo flew out upside down, his ghost energy was chaotic, and his ghost body showed signs of being broken.
Xuetu roared: "You are so brave. We are all monks in the hell world, but we are killing each other. I am the Emperor of Massacre, the God of Death, and a friend of the Yan family in the Abyss of Darkness. Today, I must do well.
Teach you a lesson. If you have any treasures, take them out now, lest you lose the chance to use them later."
Xuetu swung his palms forward, and like an overwhelming force, a scorching sea of fire appeared, surging like ocean waves, and struck Luo's body.
It should be noted that Xuetu is extremely skilled in flames.
When he didn't become a god, he would fuse the purgatory fire he cultivated with the blood flame divine fire of the Blood Flame God of War and the Phoenix Divine Flame of the Death God to create his own "Great Massacre Divine Fire".
Thus the way of fire enters the spirit.
Now that he has stepped into the divine realm, the temperature of the Massacre Divine Fire has actually reached five million levels, instantly igniting Luo's ghost body and divine body.
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Many readers have asked how long it will take to write the plot of Abyss of Darkness.
In fact, it hasn’t been long yet, here at Tianmen is the last plot!
Some readers have asked why the protagonist is so weak. In fact, I have always felt that the protagonist is too strong. In the abyss of darkness, he can defeat almost all the gods. He is too invincible, so I am writing it.