"This is what a man should do!"

The shepherd prodigy cheered, his eyes full of yearning.

He cultivated two powerful-level gods, but did not join the Consecrated Holy Land. He still stayed in the God Worship Cult in order to gain a chance to achieve great power.

If not, he would have gone to the consecrated place to enjoy the blessings as early as when he first cultivated the powerful level god list.

He needs to kill!

Need opportunity!

We need to seek that glimmer of opportunity in the thin line between life and death.

The name of the Great Emperor sounds prominent.

It is also a powerful one.

In the Western Region, one can even serve as the master of two religions and become a speaker with absolute authority to speak.

But if it doesn't become a great power, it will be in vain.

The great emperor's lifespan will eventually run out.

Only by achieving great power can one be immortal and stay in the world for a long time.

He always hoped to achieve great things.

At this time, Takumi's attack further strengthened his idea.

Destroy the world with one blow!

Jiangtu's attack showed his great power.

No matter how many powerful emperors there are, they cannot block this attack.

The so-called powerful level gods pale in comparison to this attack and are not worth mentioning.

The shepherd prodigy was so excited that he wished he could get the opportunity immediately and achieve great things.

Compared to his heart's yearning, the Dragon Slayer Emperor was left with only fear.

He plotted against Jiangtu and caused Jiangtu to be expelled from the Shenjiang clan.

At first, he was very proud, thinking that the mighty power was nothing more than that, and he was not being plotted by him.

Only when he saw Takumi's attack methods did he realize how terrifying the power was.

If it weren't for the support of the Holy Land and even the Hunyuan Cult Leader, he might have died countless times.

The powerful and powerful are so terrifying.

"Pity……"

The Dragon-Slaying Emperor silently lamented in his heart.

If Han Yang can be captured alive, Hunyuan Cult Leader's reward will be much greater than if he kills Han Yang.

It's a pity that he is now so afraid of Jiang Tu that he doesn't dare to ask Jiang Tu to capture Han Yang alive.

He could only watch helplessly as Han Yang was killed.

Lament the reward you are about to lose.

Buzz!

Just when Jiang Tu's attack was about to come, a light rose from Han Yang's body.

Imperial state!

Immortal state!

Nine transformations of the formless divine state!

Han Yang instantly superimposed three extreme states, raising his state to its peak.

Shinto!

Immortal way!

No form!

Three rays of light shone and boiled again.

"The Thirty-seven Major Immortal Techniques, Road to Underworld!"

"Thirty-Seven Major Immortal Techniques, Wangchuan River!"

"Thirty-seven major immortal arts, Naihe Bridge!"

After being promoted to the Immortal Emperor, the underworld magic that Han Yang mastered appeared in the world.

The fog is thick.

The river roars.

A wooden bridge spans the void!

Outside the sacred ruins, it instantly turned into the underworld.

With the superposition of three levels of magic, Han Yang forcefully pulled this area into the underworld.

boom!

Jiangtu's attack hit Han Yang's realm of underworld magic.

The mist collapses!

The river is boiling!

The wooden bridge is cracked!

Han Yang's magic seemed to be unable to withstand this attack and completely collapse.

At this moment, the acupoints in Han Yang's body buzzed.

A dharma image with three heads and six arms appeared behind Han Yang.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law!"

The Nine Turns of Stars formula was in motion, and the surging power blessed Han Yang's magical skills.

This is just the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, the second Dharma sign, and the third Dharma sign.

Seventy-seven dharma signs flew out of Han Yang's seventy-seven acupuncture points, which merged with Han Yang's immortal skills and aroused Han Yang's aura to the extreme.

Boom!

The magic of magic shines brightly.

The underworld has come to earth!

The collapsed fog, boiling river water, and cracked wooden bridges all began to recover quickly.

"Bah!"

The wandering spirit Zi Lei roared in pain, and a series of incarnations appeared on his body.

Together!

Three ways!

Five ways!

In the end, a total of seventy-seven wandering souls appeared in Han Yang's magic.

"Bah!"

Seventy-seven wandering spirits roared in unison, and then pounced on Takumi's flying fireball.

Boom boom boom boom!

One after another the wandering souls disappeared into ashes.

A layer of fog scattered and splashed in all directions.

Waves of huge waves boiled and evaporated.

Every inch of the wooden bridge exploded and collapsed.

Immortal magic constantly repeats between destruction and rebirth.

Han Yang's magic is constantly destroying and reborn.

Eventually, the flying fireball became dim and dull, slowly losing its power.

Buzz!

Jiang Tu tapped his fingers lightly and retracted the dim flying fireball, his eyes filled with shock.

"You actually blocked my full blow..."

Use the realm of the Great Emperor to resist a powerful blow.
To be continued...