The yin soil was stacked, and the strong wind was endless. A blood-brown river flowed from the sky, pouring into the yellow spring that ran through this world, connecting the vacuum hometown that assimilated the underworld with the Luofeng Realm, filled with dreams and illusions. In the six layers of dark death peaks where the ancient turbid air settled out, the Xuanming Ghost Emperor quietly looked at the upstream of the blood-brown river, with angry flames leaping in his eyes.

Over the years, I have gradually lost control of Luo Feng and can only retreat to the temple. It seems that it will take not long to completely give up this level and return to the Black Prison.

At this moment, a bloody color appeared in His eyes, as if the ocean of flesh and blood essence of all living beings in the world poured out with the fall of one palm, rolling towards the border of the Nine Nethers, and was about to swallow the blood-brown acquired yellow spring and cut off the connection between Luofeng Black Prison and Zhenkeng's hometown.

"Chance!"

Although the Xuanming Ghost Emperor has always been cruel and cold, and likes to eat flesh and blood, he is definitely not the chaotic and crazy like the Jiulun Tianzun, and has almost no rational existence. He instantly understood the whole story and made the most favorable choice. He poked out the ghost claws from the dark death peak without hesitation.

Wherever they passed, the eternal gale wind condensed into snowflakes in the sky, and the desolate and shady soil turned into layers of crystal ice spirits. One by one, the evil spirits and evil spirits flew up and fell into their claws, creating a dark silence vortex of death and the manifestation of the path of ghosts, silently slapped towards the boundary of Jiuyou.

Outside the Nine Nethers, a bright moon suddenly rose in the center of the Blood Brown River, flawless, and tolerant of thousands of ways, crystal clear and bright, sprinkling out a few clear divine lights, allowing the sea of ​​blood to disappear layer by layer, making the silence vortex seem assimilated, and making the "yellow spring" that runs through the two worlds in an inaccessible state.

Faced with the incident that endangered the connection between Luofeng Black Prison and Zhenkeng's hometown, Wusheng's mother did not hesitate at all and came to the scene in person and took the lead!

But at this time, the green light in the void swayed, and a plump green tree grew. The mysterious fruits were blowing on the branches, bursting out round after round of divine light, echoing the endless bell ringing.

The clear light slowed down, the roots of the giant tree spread and plunged into the perfect "bright moon", and the two fell into fierce competition.

The Qing Emperor descended from the Eastern Glazed World!

In the Pure Land, Bodhi Pure Land, Tushita Palace, and the Demon Emperor Palace are all quiet as if no one is there. I don’t know if it is involved with each other or the two Western saints who threw away the Golden Emperor Luofeng and were also happy to hear.

A huge black shadow stood up from the blood-brown river. Zhen Yuanzi, who had become a ghost emperor, held the plain cloud realm flag in one hand and the Tianzhu Axe in the other. Following the surging water waves, he took the blood sea and the ghost claws directly, and wanted to fight two against each other to maintain the connection.

The mist was everywhere, covered with strange fragrance, and once the sea of ​​blood was illuminated, it suddenly slowed down, as if it had fallen into a swamp, wrapped in flags, and the Tianzhu Axe highlighted nine Taoist patterns, and the intention of punishment turned into black lightning, and the Yin-green flames rushed towards the ghost claws.

Yang Jian suddenly chuckled, and his palm shook, and red bubbles appeared one after another in the sea of ​​blood. The bubbles swelled and exploded with a bang, causing endless explosions, and finally formed a sound.

Boom!

The sea of ​​blood was gone and the storm swept across the world, shook the plain cloud realm flag back.

Boom!

All levels of Jiuyou were deafening. Even in the red mountains, the radiant evil gods and demons couldn't help but feel dizzy. Their aura was like a little spark, forming a prairie fire, and they were about to break out. Their aura was like a little bit of sparks, and they were about to break out in the eighth level of Jiuyou. The red current at the core seemed to be the essence. Qi Zhengyan's eyes suddenly opened and looked at the place where the explosion came from. There were already four golden and clear stars in his eyebrows.

Over the past hundred years, with the protection of Meng Qi and Yang Jian, he is enough to prove his own legend and set foot in luck!

Boom!

The blood explosion caused by Yang Jian unscrupulously plundered the surrounding energy, causing the blood-brown river to emit sharp waves, and then disintegrate inch by inch, collapse into one after another.

Destruction is always easier than protection!

Moreover, Yang Jian only targeted the section within Jiuyou and did not think about affecting the rivers outside!

The underworld collapsed, the two realms were cut off, the misty mist dissipated without the wind, the green trees and the bright moon disappeared immediately, and no longer had useless battles.

Zhen Yuanzi stood outside the Jiuyou, looked at Yang Jian deeply, then carried the plain cloud flag and the Tianzhu Axe, went upstream and returned to the underworld. The erosion and assimilation of Luofeng by the vacuum hometown came to an abrupt end.

On the other hand, outside the Black Heaven Emperor's dojo, the sword energy of killing and destruction gradually drifted away, revealing the somewhat embarrassed Demon Lord and the Blossomless Sea Sword without patterns and the Blossomless Sea Sword.

Meng Qi's magical powers of the transformation of the Three Pure One Qi were consumed too much, and it was approaching its limit. Seeing that Yang Jian succeeded, he ended the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and his figure appeared on the top of the dark mountain where he sat cross-legged, as if he had never cut out the sword energy.

"He really wants to fight, and he can go whenever he wants to go..." The Demon Lord's eyes were subtle, and he was secretly hated in his heart.

What I learned is actually not much worse than Su Meng. Even if I encounter the great magical power of the One Qi Transformation of the Three Pure Ones, relying on the immortal catastrophe of the Supreme Demon Body, it is expected to support the arrival of the incarnation time limit. However, I can’t resist the other party’s sword formation and can’t resist the other party’s possession of two peerless divine weapons, and I don’t have any of them at home!

Comparing people with people will really make people angry!

The Nether Sea Sword turned into a faint light, returned to the bottom of the Nine Netherworld, and returned to the hands of the Seven Killing Taoist. The Demon Lord also disappeared, and his escape method was mysterious and extremely hidden. He didn't know where he hid. In this regard, he was stronger than Meng Qi.

Jiuyou quickly returned to "calm". Wusheng's mother's hard work for more than a hundred years failed to cause trouble, and her hard work was ruined.

This is the beginning... Meng Qi murmured in his heart, raised his head, looked at the other layer of Jiuyou, intersected Yang Jian's four eyes, and nodded slightly to each other.

After cutting off Wusheng's old mother's hand, she forced the Black Heaven Emperor to hold on to the temple, she could do many things and no longer worry about being peeped at by big people!

Meng Qi closed his eyes, and the beating of the heart in his chest suddenly accelerated.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, it is filled with purple air, like a bell, full of ancient original meaning.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, the heartbeat was separated by the body, and it was difficult to hear even if I stood next to Meng Qi.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, Dongdongdongdong, Meng Qi connected Zixin's jump with the Tushita Palace in the dark, and received a reward without sorrow or joy.

As soon as the feedback arrived, Meng Qi's illusory and hazy purple heart beat more violently, and the mysterious and weird feeling was better than any demon, including the Great Free Emperor.

In the real world.

Mr. Lu, who had moved Huamei Villa to the East China Sea, still guarded the lonely grave. He occasionally recalled the past of Middle-earth a hundred or two hundred years ago. The hardships of the eternal period, Guldo, who failed to return from the Middle Ages, and Su Meng, who witnessed his own eyes step by step from enlightenment to fortune, and was desperate...

A few centuries ago, he suddenly slashed out a brilliant and dazzling sword light in the thatched cottage. It was clear and pure, and slashed towards the Xijian Pavilion, which also moved to the East China Sea, and compared it with Su Wuming in a distance. With this sword light, he finally walked through an unprecedented path. His original spiritual light first entered infinite heights, and then reflected on all walks of life and obtained a projection.

After taking this step, he accumulated strength, but in just thirty years he became lucky. Now he is in the middle of the journey and has caught up with Su Wuming.

Mr. Lu put down the wood carving in his hand, looked at the undulating blue waves, and thought of the green jade box that caused a sensation recently.

"I don't know what situation Su Xiaoyou is now." As soon as he had thought, the image of Meng Qi in the past appeared in his mind, with a green robe and a smile close.

At this moment, the image of Meng Qi bowed his hand and his eyes filled with illusory purple air!

This... Mr. Lu thought about something, withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened, picked up the knife again, and focused on carving.

On an island in the East China Sea, an old man with white hair was lying on a rocking chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun, and telling the children next to him the prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"If the Great Zhou Dynasty does not perish, the martial arts exchanges between the Wanjie Mall, video teaching and forum groups will not collapse. I am most likely to be able to attack the Dharma body and be in the Immortal Class. No matter how bad it is, I can still surrender to the Human Emperor, obtain a clergy, and protect one side..."

"At that time, the holy land of the immortal family was the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, and the head of the Yuanhuang Immortal Lord Su Meng. He was the person your grandfather admired and admired most in his life..."

The old man recalled the past in his heart, and thought about the figure of Yuanhuang Su Meng Guanli when the first construction of Fengtiantai was successful.

What he didn't notice was that the eyes of the figure in his heart suddenly had a illusory purple color, as if there was a heartbeat of his own.

Similar situations occur quietly all over the real world.

…………

Outside the Demon Emperor Hall, a somersault cloud floated over and landed at the door, turning into the Monkey King Sun Wukong wearing golden chain mail.

He scratched his cheeks and said to the demon guarding the gate: "I, Lao Sun, come and ask for the demon emperor."

Facing his childhood idol, the monster guarding the gate dared not stop it. Moreover, the gate behind him was opened, and it was obviously approved by His Majesty the Demon Emperor.

After passing through many portals and entering the Demon Emperor Palace, Sun Wukong suddenly took a quick step and visualized Meng Qi's figure in his mysterious robe.

A purple light flashed, a heartbeat appeared, and the figure came alive!

Sun Wukong pointed his hand and cut out this idea. The purple light inside it rose, his heartbeat became clear, and he stretched to become Meng Qi's incarnation.
Chapter completed!