Chapter 1652 The third stage of the ancient battle
In the far southwest Gonggu Mountains, there is an endless sea of forests deep in the mountains.
A stream of obscure ghostly energy 'climbs' on the dark and damp ground, flowing like black water silently, soaking into the green earth, and its direction points directly to the core of the mountain range - the Eternal Beast Mountain!
The place is filled with ghostly atmosphere, eerie and cold.
The cries of ghosts and ghosts were faint and weak, filling the forest, as if they were connected to hell. The smell of blood and dryness spread in the valley, awakening the sleeping monsters and devouring the dormant creatures.
The ghost energy is spreading and even more devouring.
Devouring trees, monsters, and all living things.
There was deathly silence along the way.
The Nine Sons Ghost Mother escaped from the Western Demon Realm, rushed into the southern land, and learned about the rise of Beast Mountain, the news about Tang Yan and King Ma Yan, and a series of things.
After that, he resolutely headed to the southeast.
It wants revenge, it wants to complain, and it wants to make Tang Yan and Ma Yanwang pay the price.
And the news that Tang Yan was promoted to saint made it impossible to suppress the murderous intention in his heart.
Tang Yan's ascension to the Saint heralds the comprehensive upgrade of the ghost green fire, and also heralds the completion of the hell world, and the birth of countless devils, ghost fetuses, ghosts, and the birth of countless wronged souls and orphans. Especially the innate ghosts of hell.
The prototype' is definitely a fatal temptation for the Nine Sons Ghost Mother.
Even in a desperate situation where death is inevitable, it will pounce on you and bite you hard.
The only thing it is afraid of is Jiu Ying, but Jiu Ying cannot protect Tang Yan all the time. There will always be times when we are separated, or when Tang Yan goes out. It has plenty of patience, which means it has plenty of opportunities.
However, it was noon on this day.
While silently sneaking, the Nine Sons Ghost Mother suddenly stopped. In the thick black air, its evil eyes turned to the east. An inexplicable sense of familiarity teased it and drew its attention.
"Rakshasa? The breath of Rakshasa. The ghost master who died first was actually the first to be reborn."
"Grave Boy, Cerberus, Prajna?"
"The innate evil spirits of hell...are you..."
Despite the long distance, the Nine Sons Ghost Mother was still very sensitive to capture the familiar atmosphere. The familiar atmosphere separated by tens of thousands of years and endless years was Prajna, Rakshasa, Tomb Boy, and Cerberus.
They were all ghost masters who once controlled hell! They were all top killers under the Ghost Emperor!
They are all familiar scents that are no longer familiar!
The only thing that is a little strange is that they have just been born and are very immature.
"My former enemies, you...are resurrected..."
"The first generation of reborn ghost masters, do they ever remember my Nine Sons Ghost Mother?"
The Nine Sons Ghost Mother murmured like a ghost language, which was cold, hoarse, and creepy. Her voice was erratic, soaked in the coldness of killing, and filled with endless desire.
It stopped for a long time and stared at it for a long time. The surging ghost energy suddenly converged and gathered forcefully. After the rapid entanglement and convergence, a woman wearing white clothes, with disheveled hair and a pale face appeared.
It was a terrifying sight in this dark, dead woodland.
"Hell...my former home..."
"Tang Yan, you left Beast Mountain..."
"Who will protect you?"
"Hell is mine, all the devils in hell, you are all mine."
The Nine-Son Ghost Mother floated off the ground, staring coldly at the east. It left behind a series of misty afterimages and disappeared deep into the dense forest. It seemed to be floating lightly, but in fact it crossed the space at an alarming speed and rushed towards the east.
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It wants to control hell, and it wants to devour all ghost fetuses!
Not only does it want to return to its peak, but it also wants to create barriers that previous ghost masters could never overcome.
"Don't even think about using the third level of ancient warfare! Don't even think about it!!"
"My mentor is already miserable enough, but I was humiliated by you!"
"Return my master's martial arts skills, return my master's body!!" Tang Yan roared repeatedly, fighting madly, the ten-foot-long dragon body tumbling horizontally, the sky was full of violent winds and heavy rains, raging around the world, as if he had lost his mind, and the offensive was extremely shocking
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He continued to attack Hanzuo furiously, without giving him any chance.
This is not madness, this is faith, this is protection.
The majesty of the third level of ancient warfare cannot be desecrated, and the pride of the war demon cannot be trampled on.
The fierce battle lasted for half an hour and entered a stage of intense heat. Tang Yan suppressed Han Zuo, but could not do anything to him. Han Zuo tortured Tang Yan, but could not kill him either.
Tang Yan showed his strongest strength at this stage, giving everything he had, even hitting the Four Noble Truths Seal, and using the Candle Dragon Secret Skill all over the place, completely ignoring the consumption.
However, the battle was so crazy and so difficult. He finally understood how powerful the old man in front of him was, even stronger than the three-legged Golden Crow.
Suddenly! Han Zuo broke free from Tang Yan's entanglement and 'escaped' in a straight line at extremely high speed.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Tang Yan pursued with all his strength.
"Escape? How could I escape! I've been playing for half an hour, and I've had enough. One move will determine the outcome. The third level of ancient warfare - killing gods!" Han Zuo distanced himself from a distance and roared loudly.
"How dare you?!" Tang Yan's eyes were about to burst!
"I have been in seclusion for thousands of years and practiced hard for thousands of years before I realized the last level of 'Killing Gods'. What about you? Do you have it? If not, today... I will definitely win." Han Zuo fought like a demon, with corpse energy like a sea, and the right side of his body
It is blood red and scalding hot, giving him endless fighting ideas.
With a proud roar, the chakra was unleashed.
Rumbling, dark clouds rolled, space solidified, heavy rain poured down, and thunder and lightning became a tide.
The secret of killing gods has just unfolded, as if it awakened the gods and caused the heavens to cry.
Endless sword energy filled the sky and the earth, raging in the mountains and fields. Mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, and the space was filled with harsh cracking sounds. The four ghosts were blown away, the innocent vines were shattered, and even the wolf fangs were shattered.
He was so shaken that he retreated layer by layer, making it difficult to rescue him.
As soon as God Killer appeared, the heavens wept and the earth shook, it was so terrifying.
The whole space seemed to be sealed off.
"Don't even think about it! You are trampling on my mentor's body, and you are trampling on my dignity, Tang Yan. You will never allow it, never!" Tang Yan was covered in blood, roaring endlessly, carrying the sword energy in the sky, facing the fierce power of killing gods, and killed him forcefully.
Came over.
But when God-killing is activated, the terrifying power of God causes all living beings to become cicadas.
Tang Yan was like a human being struggling at the bottom of the sea, or like a monster being suppressed by a high mountain. He was struggling at the moment, but... his blood was burning, his soul was boiling, wind and thunder were rolling under the dragon's claws, and green fire was billowing all around.
Tang Yan had no hesitation and was determined to kill.
"Kill the gods, kill!" Han Zuo raised his sword high and pointed it straight at the sky. His face was ferocious, his long hair was dancing wildly, his eyes were red, and his endless fighting spirit surged into the sky. The sword light from all directions rushed over overwhelmingly, gathered in the sky above the sword, and transformed.
The light of a shocking sword is like the blazing sun shining in the dark night.
Roaring, a wave of corpse energy mixed with demonic energy rushed behind him, turning into a proud figure, raising his arms and roaring, making the sound move the mountains and rivers, and dominate the world.
At this moment, everything trembled and all sentient beings wept.
With the outbreak of drought and the emergence of the idea of fighting demons, the god-killing combat skills were truly launched.
An endless feeling of despair permeated the world, shrouding the Hounds Tooth Mountains. Even Lingzhi and Langya in the dark looked horrified. The despair overflowed uncontrollably in their hearts, destroying their will.
They were frightened, uncontrollably frightened. The shocking light of the sword brought them boundless oppression, making them unable to move at all, as if their consciousness could not control their bodies.
"No!! No!! Never!!" Tang Yan roared ferociously, like a ghost or a demon.
He saw a majestic figure behind Han Zuo, and saw a domineering shadow, familiar but unfamiliar. It was the idea of the war demon, which spewed out from Han Zuo's body.
Tang Yan's chest was filled with anger, and his blood-red eyes were actually hazy.
The scene from the Sky Tombs that year reappeared, the war demon was torn to pieces alive, and now half of the body was smelted by the Corpse Royal Family. This... this...
My mentor had been domineering and proud all his life, and yet he suffered such humiliation after his death.
"Unforgivable! Qianlong Dao!" Tang Yan ran away violently, a hoarse roar rolling in his chest and exploding on the tip of his tongue. Carrying the overwhelming fierce power and the solidified space, he completely exploded, piercing the space and killing towards
Drought left.
"Did you know that War Demon used this sword to chop Zhulong, the son of the Demon Emperor's Ancestral Dragon alive! Today, history will repeat itself again. Tang Yan, accept the call of death."
The hoarse roar resounded high in the sky, overwhelming the sound of the thunder group. At the moment of mania, the tyranny was blazing, and the god-killing god that Han Zuo had concentrated on was about to take shape, and a killing blow was about to explode.
At this moment of life and death, in this desperate world, Tang Yan suddenly attacked.
Is it life or death? Is history repeating itself, or is history being completely rewritten?
"No! Can't!!" Langya and Lingzhi were horrified and screamed.
The god-killing martial arts skills were so terrifying that they were about to take shape. This ferocious power filled the world, and they could feel it clearly. If Tang Yan killed him now, he would simply die. Once the sword light struck down, the gods would not be able to save Tang Yan, and the sky fire would not be able to save him.
It is difficult to revive it.
"Death!" Hanzuo opened his mouth ferociously. Due to his excessive madness, his teeth were sharp, his saliva was spewing out, and his entire face was distorted.
"Ah!!" Tang Yan opened his fangs and roared sharply.
Rumbling, high-altitude thunderstorms raged, and strong winds raged.
It seemed as if the sky was violent and God was roaring.
The boundless Canine Tooth Mountains have completely returned to silence.