Seeing the man he loved disappear in front of him, Feng Yue screamed and tears burst out from her eyes.
Beigong Xian and the Xingluo members were all extremely frightened and angry. They never thought that Chen Xuan would die one day.
"Give me back Lao Chen!"
The collapsed earth below, a golden-eyed monster with a fierce demon with a fierce demon swept across the void and knocked on the head of the Holy King of the Underworld.
The Holy King of the Underworld was shocked. Why did another demon-level existence suddenly appear?
If this stick is carried forward... the space around it is as solid as ice, the Holy King of the Nether Tomb knows that he can't escape no matter what, so he can only hold a dark carving knife to block it.
With the shocking sound of the thunderous explosion, blood stormed in the body of the Holy King of the Netherworld, and the wound expanded again.
He let out a roar, shaking the sky and the earth. His extremely cold eyes looked at the visitor, and it was the divine monkey king Yuan Wufeng who had just passed the tribulation from the secret realm.
At this moment, Yuan Wufeng's body was filled with demonic aura, rolling endlessly, and he had obviously broken through the twelve levels of the holy level, equivalent to the most holy realm of the Taoist Holy Realm.
However, the demon clan has always been stronger in combat than the cultivators of the same level of human race. The terrifying aura of Yuan Wufeng is even more than at least three kings and the Seven Underworld Blades, and it is still rising.
"Are you his pure-blooded descendant?
No…” The Holy King of the Underworld suddenly remembered something, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
In the past, no Supreme Saint level has ever caused the Holy King to be afraid.
But Yuan Wufeng did it.
"You killed the evil emperor Chen Xuan, right?"
Yuan Wufeng couldn't believe that Chen Xuan was dead, and he wanted to listen to the Holy King of the Mingzhong to admit it personally.
The Holy King of the Nether Tomb said indifferently: "Those who do not surrender to the burial immortals will die; the evil emperor Chen Xuan is a great man. Although the Holy King cannot bear to kill him, since he resists to the end, it is impossible for me to blame for taking ruthless actions. ”
"You are the Holy King who controls the Avenue of Death, and you must have a way to resurrect Chen Xuan!"
Feng Yue's eyes were red and she questioned with a hint of extreme madness.
The Holy King of the Nether Tomb smiled, laughing wildly: "My way is completely contrary to the Holy King of Life back then. If the Holy King of Life is resurrected, he might be able to save the Evil Emperor. Unfortunately, the Holy King of Life has been dead for seven epochs."
"Then you stay here for Chen Xuan to bury him."
Beigong Xian's voice has never been so cold, and the other members of the Star Luo were all murderous intent and extremely angry.
"You geniuses in the Seventh Era are all existences that transcend the times. It seems that this Saint King must pay close attention to the Seventh Era after returning. You are worthy of this Saint King remembering."
As soon as the words came to an end, the Holy King of the Underworld held the Holy Seal of Death, and the surrounding space collapsed and became empty.
"Don't try to escape!"
Yuan Wufeng took action in advance and swept over with a stick.
The power of the Holy Seal was activated, ignoring the various top Taoist rules inspired by Yuan Wufeng and Beigong Xian, and instantly sent the Holy King of the Underworld to the endless and distant depths of the starry sky.
Jin Helan immediately activated the void positioning magic power, and his face froze.
“Can’t lock it up?”
Jian Zhou's eyes were pitch black.
Jin Helan shook his head: "It's too far, at least ten light years later."
No one expected that the Holy King of the Underworld would escape so quickly, and the Holy King's power was indeed almost omnipotent.
In extreme grief and anger, Yuan Wufeng and the eight masters of Xingluo looked at the Seven Nether Blades of the King's Xia and the army of hundreds of thousands of cultivators.
A venting killing began.
With ape Wufeng participating in the battle, the King's Qiming Blade could no longer resist it, and was almost killed like a destruction. The corpses of hundreds of thousands of burial soldiers were gone, and blood stained the sky.
Feng Yue stopped in the air blankly, unable to accept the fact that Chen Xuan was dead.
Jin Helan, Mu Feiping and Fu Sheng, three female members of Xingluo flew over to comfort him, but the effect was not very good.
"Maybe Chen Xuan was not dead, but escaped in some way. Miss Feng Yue, have you forgotten that Chen Xuan has eight Buddhas and Yun Cheng? "
"But... Chen Xuan couldn't use it at all at the last moment. The power of the Holy King of the Underworld locked the Avenidae of Time and Space."
Feng Yue can't lie to herself, that's the Holy King.
Beigong Xian calmed down his sadness and flew over to comfort him, "The sword of the Holy King of the Underworld destroyed the void and killed Chen Xuan into nothingness. We can't see Chen Xuan's last action. Maybe he has other ways to escape."
"Then you should be able to sense Chen Xuan. You can contact him with the Xingluo Ring, and Chen Xuan will not come back on Yun Chengfei by himself?"
Feng Yue shook her head vigorously.
Her words made the members of Xingluo silent.
Indeed, the possibility of Chen Xuan's survival is too small.
They have tried to contact us with Xingluo Ring or other methods.
For a moment, I fell silent in the sky, and only the wind was rushing, as if I was singing a funeral song for Chen Xuan.
"It's all my fault. I didn't come out of the secret realm in time!"
Yuan Wufeng blamed himself.
Fu Sheng wiped his tears and suddenly thought of something: "What does the last sentence the Holy King of the Underworld said mean?"
"What sentence?
The Holy King of the Underworld seems to be saying that he is going to hell, that is the real hell."
The Qi Sha repeated it, and I didn't think anything was wrong.
This sounds too normal, it means sending Chen Xuan to the Huangquan Road.
Tiansha thought for a while and said, "If it is combined with the death path of the Holy King of the Underworld, this statement may have a deeper meaning."
When Feng Yue heard this, her originally dim eyes instantly shone.
As long as there is a one-in-a-million chance, she will choose to believe that Chen Xuan is still alive.
Back then, the six sisters were burned to death by the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Flame, and the chances of all rebirth were only one-fifth of 1,4 million,605.
Although Tiansha's analysis still has a strong sense of humiliation.
"Since that's the case, we will find the Holy King of the Underworld and ask him where the real hell is!"
Ling Han is the most straightforward person among the members of Xingluo. He immediately set his goal and looked for the nest of the immortal burial.
At this time, Mu Feiping noticed that someone flew up from the cracked Taoyuan homeland.
"It's the Seven Nights Holy Lord. We can ask him if he can still sense Chen Xuan's breath."
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.
They all knew that Qiye and Chen Xuan shared the magic source. Whether Chen Xuan died or not, no one knew better than Qiye.
Qiye flew to everyone with Yue Qingying, with an apology on his face. Obviously he already understood what had happened.
"Miss Feng Yue, I'm sorry, I can't use my original power now."
"It's okay, Qiye, just tell me, is Chen Xuan still alive?"
Feng Yue looked at Qiye's face with expectation.
As everyone's eyes were staring with great hope, Qiye was silent for a moment and said heavily: "I can't sense Chen Xuan's existence through the holy marks. It seems that everything about Chen Xuan has been wiped out in the world."
Hearing this sentence, Feng Yue's heart trembled and she almost couldn't stand.