Chapter 2742: Divine Power: Worshiping the Ancestor of the Underworld
For the soldiers in Jizhou City, today was a proud battle.
During these days, they fought and were defeated, and were defeated and fought, until they retreated to Jizhou City, and then had no way to retreat.
The arrival of reinforcements already boosted morale.
Unexpectedly, it was Zi Chen who arrived.
A member of the Mythical Alliance!
The Holy Lord of the Fifth Holy Land!
The blessing of multiple identities makes everyone more confident.
Coupled with the people brought by Zi Chen, Qi Ling started to have strong fighting power, and he could overwhelm the Nether Clan at the beginning of the war.
Therefore, the soldiers in Jizhou City became more and more excited as they fought, and the more they fought, the more excited they became.
On the other hand, the morale of the Nether Clan is gone. If Morris, the leader, does not do something, the defeat of the Nether Clan is a foregone conclusion.
"Little Zichen, suffer death!"
Finally, after thinking carefully, he could not think of a reason for his failure and defeat, so he faced Zi Chen directly.
Seeing the opponent take action, Zi Chen was even stunned for a moment.
The next moment, his mind was racing. Could it be that the other party was holding the bones of the underworld?
Otherwise, where would you have the courage to challenge him?
He ignored Morris and looked at Kong Zhishang, "Is it you who is causing trouble?"
Facing Zi Chen's eyes, Kong Zhishang even took a step back.
Morris punched down, and the surrounding space was violently squeezed. Zi Chen felt the locked aura, and it was almost inevitable to avoid it.
So, he also clenched his fist, and the light of the holy thunder lingered on his fist.
Head-to-head.
Morris's mouth was full of disdain, "Little human, do you know what I, the Hades, are good at?"
Above the fist, the black underworld energy surged again, and the terrifying pressure became twice as strong.
The Nether Race is best at physical fitness and can completely crush humans of the same level, not to mention that there is a huge gap in level between the two.
Morris felt that if he punched him, this human Holy Lord would be broken into pieces.
So he smiled proudly.
"boom!"
Morris's smile froze, and a force that did not weaken him surged forward, even with a hint of strong restraint, forming a terrifying counterattack force.
He was shaken back.
Although Zi Chen retreated even more, this was pure humiliation to Morris.
"Are you going to fight me physically?"
Zi Chen also smiled coldly. As soon as he stepped down, the ground exploded instantly. He turned into a ball of holy thunder light and hit Morris.
Morris' body was instantly smashed away.
"This is impossible!"
Morris' eyes widened and he looked at Zi Chen as if he had seen a ghost.
"It is true that the human race is weak, but there are also some body-training techniques that are sometimes no worse than the demon race." Kong Zhishang explained.
"That's the demon clan, we are the underworld clan, we have stronger bodies!"
Morris was almost roaring.
Kong Zhishang spread his hands, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not."
"well!"
Morris nodded, knowing that he could not suppress the opponent with his powerful physique, so he sneered, "Today, I will let you, little Zichen, see what the realm of Tianquan is."
The black energy rolled, and a huge Hades figure appeared behind Morris, also called the Dharma Appearance.
As soon as the Dharma image appeared, the pressure in the surrounding space increased again.
Among the countless distortions of black energy, there seemed to be signs of a space of its own around it.
"Boy, have you never seen the Dharma? Once the Dharma comes out, everything can be suppressed!"
The huge Dharma image suddenly stretched out its hand and grabbed Zi Chen, apparently intending to crush Zi Chen into pieces.
"Dharma image?"
Zi Chen shook his head and smiled. To other people, this object may be extremely unfamiliar or even rare, but Zi Chen, who possesses the mythical spell, does not lack this most.
So he took a step forward.
This is how the body shape is fixed.
Kong Zhishang, who had been watching the battle, suddenly shrank his pupils and retreated again, while holding the Taoist soldiers tightly.
Zi Chen's speed could be described as teleportation, and he appeared behind Morris.
The Taoist soldiers from Fusang Mountain are unsheathed.
An arc appeared and expanded a hundred feet away.
Fa Lianlian took Morris with him and was beheaded at the same time.
The Dharma disappeared, the underworld energy surged, and the surrounding world became dark.
The surrounding battlefield expanded again, and everyone avoided this place.
Kong Zhishang tightened his grip on the Taoist weapon in his hand, his expression gradually becoming tense.
"This is impossible!"
Morris's voice rang out from the underworld air, and he appeared from the billowing underworld air.
Zi Chen's eyes were slightly cold.
Buzz!
The surrounding dark energy was instantly wiped out by the power of the Holy Thunder, and then an arc of the Holy Thunder Sword appeared, splitting Morris in two again.
"Tao soldiers, they are Tao soldiers, they are really sharp!"
Morris's physical body was almost vulnerable to Tao soldiers.
He shouted, "Kong Zhishang, I am ready to use my great powers, you are ready to take action at any time."
Not only did Morris not transmit the message this time, but he also raised his voice so that everyone around him could hear clearly.
Kong Zhishang's face turned cold. This guy wanted to share Zi Chen's pressure with him.
But it didn't matter. If the opponent really had the ability to suppress Zi Chen, he wouldn't mind countering some of Zi Chen's attention and then finishing the attack.
As the underworld energy rolled around, a Dharma Appearance appeared again in the field. A strange mark was formed on the Dharma Appearance's hand, and his aura became strange.
"Xiao Xiao Zichen, today I will let you see my magical power... pay homage to the Underworld Ancestor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall Dharma image suddenly moved forward, without taking action, but bowed to Zi Chen from afar.
Just like a student asking for advice from the Master, he bows sincerely.
After this worship, the sky and the earth became dark, and an indescribable force headed straight towards Zi Chen.
Kong Zhishang was still far away, but his face changed drastically at this moment, as if there was an indescribable sense of crisis falling on him.
This prayer cannot be accepted head-on. If you accept it, you will die.
It was like the ancestor Wuyou in the Evil Spirit Alliance suddenly bowed to him devoutly.
This will cost you your life.
He couldn't bear it, so what about Zi Chen?
Zi Chen did not dodge and accepted Morris's bow.
The infinite light of holy thunder erupted from the body, completely annihilating the surging dark energy.
This is the collision of darkness and light.
The holy thunder tore apart the underworld energy.
Zi Chen stood between heaven and earth, with flags and soldiers behind him, and the power of infinite holy thunder lingering around him, like a thunder god.
Zi Chen looked at the Dharma image in front of him, his eyes as cold as a god looking down at the world.
The ancestor of the underworld worships the god of thunder.
It gives people a sense of justice.
The magical power was ineffective. Morris's face changed and he shouted angrily again, "Xiao Xiao Zichen, I don't believe you can withstand the power of Mingzu."
The Dharma image stood up, raised his hands, put his left hand on top of his right hand, raised it high, and then bowed down deeply.
"Worship the ground!"
The mighty force reappeared, the dark energy covered the sky and the sun, the earth shook violently, and the Jizhou City behind was crumbling.
In the previous bow, the two parties had different statuses but the same identity.
Now the next bow is like the ancestor of the underworld bowing to the mother of the earth. It is no longer the same status.
Kong Zhishang's mouth was bleeding. This feeling was no less than that of his ancestor Wuyou, who suddenly changed his name and called him ancestor.
It's simply a fantasy.
All around Zi Chen, the power of the Holy Thunder began to disillusion, and it was clear that he could no longer bear it.
Seeing that the power of the Holy Thunder was about to disappear, the power of the Holy Thunder that had been shattered all over Zi Chen suddenly erupted again, and became even more intense.
Not only did it dispel the surrounding black energy, but also all the black energy within a radius of dozens of miles was completely wiped out.
Zi Chen's power of holy thunder seemed to be protected by a halo.
He looked down at Morris, "You killed countless humans. How can you atone for your sins with this courtesy? Come again!"
Morris was furious, "Oh my God, little human being!"
Make a big bow to the Dharma minister and then worship, worship people and the earth and then worship the sky.
Like ants worshiping gods.
Let me ask you, who in this world dares to be called a god in front of Mingzu?
Which existence dares to regard the Underworld Ancestor as an ant?
Kong Zhi
Shang suddenly coughed up blood, with a look of shock on his face. He was just a bystander who wanted to take advantage, but he was actually implicated.
If you are worshiped in person, shouldn't you be torn apart?
Boom!
The indestructible Jizhou City collapsed immediately after being worshiped like this.
Residents near the edge of the city were wiped out in an instant.
Even the Nether Clan and Jizhou City soldiers in this direction disappeared in an instant.
A sword light lit up, and the entire Jizhou City seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, which dissolved the mysterious power.
Looking ahead, Zi Chen is still standing, with the power of the Holy Thunder accentuating his figure, like a real God of Thunder coming to the world.
"impossible!"
Kong Zhishang's eyes widened. Even he, the bystander, was implicated, but Zi Chen was actually intact.
As for Morris, his eyes had already become dull and blood was flowing out from his orifices.
"not enough!"
Zi Chen's voice was loud and loud, "It's not enough for the sins of your Nether Clan!"
"good!"
Morris gritted his teeth, his strength instantly boiled, and his aura slumped instantly, and behind him, the underworld energy billowing around the body of the Dharma Prime Minister, like the underworld ancestor coming to the world.
"Kowtow to the Ancestor of the Underworld!"
The Dharma Minister stepped forward, then knelt down on one knee. With a roar, the earth instantly cracked and smoke billowed, stretching for hundreds of miles, as if the end of the world was coming.
Kong Zhishang has already retreated, otherwise he will definitely die this time. He can't even bear to worship, let alone worship?
Looking at Zi Chen again, the power of the Holy Thunder dissipated in an instant.
At the same time, the surging Qi and blood seemed to be showing signs of drying up.
Finally unable to stop it?
Morris was also laughing, "Xiao Xiao Zichen, this is the magical power of our clan!"
"Is this... enough?"
An indifferent voice sounded, and Zi Chen spoke again, "You have killed countless humans, and just one kowtow is enough? I'm dreaming!"
He looked down at Morris, and the vitality that had just dried up burst out again.
At the same time, the power of the Holy Thunder also became abundant again.
"How is this possible? He actually withstood it?!"
Kong Zhishang couldn't believe it. How could a small divine gate be able to withstand the worship of the Ming Ancestor?
There is not even a single injury, and there is no loss of life at all?
Let me ask, if Wuyou worshiped him in this capacity, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
"Don't say prostrate, even if you die in front of me ten thousand times, it won't be enough!"
Zi Chen shouted, his blood was boiling, and the holy thunder was surging. He held a long knife in his hand and shouted "cut" angrily.