White-clothed valley.

The forest of Ten Thousand Buddhas burns, and the worlds of the gods are all unfolding. Countless planets of the gods are suspended above the underworld. The spirit and rules of the gods gather together. The battlefield is spectacular, but it gives people a tragic scene like the end of the world.

Tianmu used rules and demonic energy to display magical powers, condensed the light and shadow of the seventy-two demon gods' stone pillars, and suppressed the seventy-two petal worlds of the seventy-two-grade lotus.

"Thousand Spirits Blood Evil!"

The ringtone sounded loudly and rushed straight to the soul.

The Blood Evil Bell appeared above the head of the seventy-second-grade lotus like a weird blood sun, shaking constantly and pressing down.

The soul was damaged, and the scenes around the seventy-second-grade lotus were lost, and only the blood mist was left in front of me.

Every strand of blood mist was like a rope, wrapping around her.

The sound of the Blood Evil Bell is getting closer and closer, and the world of seventy-two petals is constantly shattering. The seventy-two-grade lotus is no longer as dignified as before. It has long hair dissipated and roared to the sky: "It's not that easy to suppress me."

"Wow!"

She raised the nine marks with both hands.

The nine marks rotated slowly upwards, becoming increasingly huge, and they met the Blood Evil Bell.

After a stalemate for a moment, the nine patterns on the nine marks began to shine brightly, and they were quickly absorbing the demonic energy and rules of the demonic path condensed from Tianmu's "Thousand Spirits Blood Evil", forming a huge whirlpool storm.

"This is……"

Tianmu had a bad premonition, stepped on the void, and her true body rushed into the vast blood mist, heading straight towards the nine marks.

"It's too late!"

After reading these two words from the seventy-second-grade lotus, his eyes became clearer, and the anger and madness just now seemed to be disguised.

Nine marks fell from the sky, crashed into her eyebrows, and merged with the lotus mark on her eyebrows.

The lotus is in the center, and the nine poems are in the nine directions.

The mysterious rules and Taoist consortia constantly burst out from the nine poems, raising the lotus in the center.

The 72nd-grade lotus eyebrows are shining brightly, and the great way continues to evolve. The lotus grows and dies, and the flowers bloom and fall, as if they have experienced countless thousands of years in an instant.

Tianmu stepped through the broken world of seventy-two petals, and was blocked by the ancestor rules of the nine marks that burst out, and could only move forward slowly and with difficulty.

Tianmu has understood everything. The purpose of the seventy-second-grade lotus coming to Baiyi Valley was never to rescue the black man, but to her.

Because for the seventy-second-grade lotus, nothing is more important than impacting the half-ancestral realm.

The mark of the first ancestor of Chacha Jiu can help her do it.

Although the seventy-second-grade lotus has obtained the nine marks of the great demon god, it cannot be refined at all and cannot absorb the ancestor Taoism in it.

Today, only the first person in the Demonic Way, Tianmu, and the magical powers of the Blood Evil Ling and the Thousand Star Blood Evil can help her.

She expected that Tianmu would not kill her, but would only use the magical powers of the Thousand Star Blood Evil to imprison her, so she did what she did today.

Even the Dark Lord was just a chess piece she used.

From the beginning, the seventy-second-grade lotus knew that it was impossible to lead Tianmu over to send Lao Mo and Xue Tongling to kill the Ice Emperor.

The aura on the seventy-second-grade lotus is getting stronger and stronger, the dark light and Buddha light flash alternately, time and space are turbulent, the entire underworld and the entire Dark Abyss defense line are boiling.

Tianmu's eyes were calm, and she narrowed her distance step by step, ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

The seventy-second-grade lotus certainly knew how advanced Tianmu’s cultivation level was. At this moment, he had no intention of competing with her. He said: “Buddhist talks about cause and effect. Thank you for helping me break through the great realm of the half-ancestral state. I will spare you once in the future.”

Of course, Tianmu has a way to break through the rules and order of the 72nd grade lotus with the power of thunder, but in that case, the White-Clothed Valley and the Hung Underworld will be destroyed.

This is undoubtedly also under the calculation of the seventy-second-grade lotus.

Tianmu's fingers are like swords, slowly penetrating the rules of the ancestor and thousands of time and space, leaving only a few feet away from the true body of the 72-grade lotus...

"boom!"

The nine marks on the seventy-second-grade lotus eyebrows and the lotus mark rushed out of the body together, bursting out with surging half-ancestral divine power.

The next moment, she flew up like an arrow from the string, breaking through the broken ten thousand Buddha formation and heading straight out of the sky in the underworld.

"Wow! Wow! Wow..."

In the sky of the underworld, seventy-two divine planets that had been extinguished for many years were lit up by the half-ancestral aura emitted from her body, and light was reappeared.

Like a magic lamp, the great way will never be destroyed.

It was Kong Fanning's seventy-two divine planets that were preserved by the Angry God Lord until today.

The seventy-second-grade lotus god planet gathers to her from all directions, merges with the seventy-two broken petal worlds, like a cosmic divine lotus that dominates time and space, flying into the depths of the starry sky.

Tianmu sighed lightly, and wanted to chase after him, but the earth suddenly shook violently.

A magnificent River of Styx, like a waterfall against the current, soared into the sky from a certain sea area of ​​the underworld, releasing the unparalleled half-ancestral aura, and chasing straight towards the seventy-second-grade lotus.

Tianmu clearly saw the figure of the Angry God Lord in the River Styx.

Tianmu thought for a long time, but finally gave up the idea of ​​chasing him. To resolve this grudge, the Angry God Lord, Haotian, and Zhang Ruochen were all more suitable than her.

The defense line of White Coat Valley and the Dark Abyss, and even greater crises await her.

"Swish!"

Her figure flashed, and a curved red light shone through the forest of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Then he entered the world of divine realms, and fell heavily, fighting against the right hand of the Dark Lord.

The demonic energy and the dark energy collided, and the rules were intertwined, and the two entered the battlefield of different time and space in an instant.

...

The battle between the emperors broke through the three realms and formed a terrifying hole in the world. Without thousands of years, you can't recover on your own.

The battles that only exist in legends and the legendary eras have appeared, and will leave a rich and colorful stroke in future generations.

The Shenwu Envoy "Shadowless" and "Silent" stand on the colorful Lihentian, located at the edge of the hole in the world.

Holding a foot-long treasure box in his hand, he collected a steady stream of divine martial marks from the holes in the world.

These divine martial marks shine brightly, containing powerful blood and soul, like countless elixir spots.

This melee destroyed too many great worlds and life planets, and countless trillions of cultivators fell. Their divine martial marks, wrapped in blood and souls, flew continuously to Lihentian and entered the silent treasure box.

Some living beings died and their corpses entered the Santu River.

The entire Santu River is filled with floating corpses and broken limbs and broken arms, gathering from various big worlds and planets.

The river water changed from turbid and rotten to blood-red.

That era was coming, and greater turmoil has arrived. Any big world may be destroyed in an instant. No matter how strong the gods have cultivated, they may not see the rising sun the next day.

For the God Realm, this is a feast.

The seeds of the divine martial seals sown have grown into a great medicine for monks. They do not need to take action to harvest them personally, and the monks have been in a state of upside down and killed endlessly.

They just need to watch from the wall and make profits.

Shadowless peeked at the tributaries of the Santu River in endless time and space, and said: "Zhen Zai said that the God Realm uses the divine martial seal to shepherd sentient beings, while the Ming Ancestor created the Santu River to greedily encroach and raising the dead spirit to destroy the layout of the God Realm. Now it seems that Zhen Zai is right. The Ming Ancestor is using the Santu River as a medium to quietly absorb the nutrition of this universe."

In a speechless sign language, he said, "If the Dark Lord cannot regain his left hand in this battle, he will lose the qualification to play with the God Realm and the Ancestor of the Underworld. Now it seems that His chances are becoming increasingly slim!"

"He was defeated tens of thousands of years ago! If He hadn't been of some value, how could the True Jail keep it until now?" Wuying said.

Wuyan said: "Next, the ultimate showdown between the God Realm and the Underworld Ancestor Faction, and the rest of the opponents will not be on the table."

"When the ancestor of the underworld and the nightmare of corpse will be eliminated, all living beings in this world will lose their value of existence. No, they are valuable. The God Realm has provided them with many years of support. Then it will be their time to sacrifice themselves and help the God Realm overcome numerous tribulations and enter a new era."

"At that time, the God Realm was the land of prehistoric civilization in the New Era. After we absorbed the power of the destruction of heaven and earth, we were the ancient creatures in the New Era."

Wuying seemed to disagree with Wuyan's words and said, "How easy is it to get rid of the Underworld? The three immortals fought for more than 10,000 Yuanhui, and no one could do anything to anyone. The ability to defeat the Dark Lord and dismember him was the joint efforts of the God Realm and the Underworld Ancestor, and it also borrowed the power of the ancestors of the time."

"The battle before the ten Yuanhui meetings had a chance to succeed. Unfortunately, everything was discovered by the Unmoved King Dazun, resulting in the loss of all losses. Otherwise, the war would not have continued until now."

"So, it may not be just the God Realm and the Underworld Ancestor fighting."

A surprise flashed in Wuyan's eyes and said, "It's impossible. Is the King of Ming still alive? Even if he sacrifices his life, he can hurt the immortal immortals, it is already the limit. I don't believe that he is still in the world!"

Wuying shook her head gently and said, "Even if the Ming Wang Dazun dies, the divine world needs to rely on the power of the ancestor of the world to defeat the ancestor of the underworld and achieve the final victory."

"The ancestor of the time!"

With silent eyes, he stared at the hole in the sky and saw Zhang Ruochen in the starry sky under the hole.

There is no doubt that Zhang Ruochen must be one of the best candidates for the ancestors of the times.

"The person to be chosen in the God Realm cannot be him. He has too deep relationship with the King of Modun and has a profound idea of ​​autonomy. How could he stand on this side of the God Realm?"

Wuying looked towards the direction of the defense line of the Dark Abyss, saw the divine lotus rising into the sky, felt the violent fluctuations in time and space, and said: "She has merged the nine marks of the great demon god, and has broken half of the ancestor. I dared to guess that she is the first person in the divine world, and she will never stand on the side of the Nether Ancestor faction and the Great Lord of the Immortal King."

Silently thinking, suddenly, he looked at the hole in the world and gestured to sign: "The three old emperors escaped, and Zhang Ruochen seemed to have no intention of chasing him. Should we take action?"

Wuying said: "There is no need for this. Since Zhang Ruochen is close to the twelve ancient tribes, let him resolve it. The deeper the grudge between him and the Nether Ancestor faction, the more beneficial it is to us."
Chapter completed!