What everyone stared at was the Eighth Sword Immortal who was closed by thousands of ghosts in the void.
Putting aside the external factors, that is, those ugly and evil ghosts, in essence, the Eight Lords are trapped by the power of the ancestral source.
Has it ended here?
"Six breaths..."
"Seven breaths..."
Someone counted and for a long time, no sound came from the evil ghost meat ball.
But no one wants to believe that the Eight Lords who have only made some contributions will die at the first step and be suppressed by these ugly monsters.
"Nine……"
When the number reaches nine, the void will shake.
Everyone's eyes widened and dared not blink.
Then he saw that the evil ghost was still standing one after another, and the huge evil ghost meat ball with a radius of several miles was piled up inside, and suddenly a light golden light appeared in the crack.
It was extremely dark at first, only one strand.
Then it suddenly shone, and golden light shot out from all directions of the flesh, like a round of sun that was about to detonate, illuminating the entire underworld.
"Buddhist is called Jing, and Taishang is called Li..."
A familiar voice exploded from inside, and the world suddenly turned into a vacuum.
In the dead silence, the flesh bulge was broken and the evil ghost flew backwards. The sunlight inside became brighter and brighter, reflecting a straight backlight figure in the center.
Xiao Ba... The palm of the Moon Palace slave trembled, and as if he felt something, he let go of the sword in his hand.
Everyone in the underworld saw it in a silent place, and did not know the origin, and a sword light shot out.
The light came out of the distance, crossing the cross and flying ghosts, in the posture of a retrograde man, entered the sun that illuminated the underworld in an instant.
Steadily, he fell into the hand of the black figure.
"Om—"
The Buddha's name is deep, breaking the silence.
The outsiders who watched the battle through various schools of the Five Domains could not help but hold their breath, and felt that their blood was gradually heating up.
"A sword comes east!"
"Yes, a sword comes from the east, and I say the Eighth Sword Immortal is impossible... I want me to watch it, the good show has just begun!"
"Are you not all the swords in the world absorbed the eight masters? What kind of sword was that just now? He had so many swords that he didn't use, so why did he use them?"
"It seems, Buddha's sword?"
"'Buddhist is called Jing, and Taishang is called Li', both Buddhist and Taoist practice, and add a Buddha sword, it won't be..."
Wow!
Under the gaze of sunshine, the eight monks were swallowed into their bodies again.
But this time, it wasn't that the matter was swallowed up, and Wu Lan was born.
On the contrary, at the same time, behind Eight Zun An pulled up a brilliant golden light Buddha that could reach the sky. After the power was reduced, he shaped his indestructible golden body - Vajra.
Draw the momentum on the flat ground!
This momentum is too high!
Even if you are in the underworld of the Divine Court and are bound by the shackles of billions of death power, after the momentum rises, you are still enough to compete with each other.
Even, is it even worse?
Afar, the Ten Palaces of Hell Lords, the Black and White Eight Strongmen... They are immediately following the Ten Thousand Ghosts, and they need to take action.
After gaining power, his knees suddenly sank, and his movements were interrupted. He almost knelt in the air, and his face was shocked.
Looking up.
The height and size of the Buddha are almost comparable to a world city.
Unbelievable, what kind of terrifying power should be contained inside?
——The ghosts can only reach higher with the help of the gods’ yin and billions of years of accumulation. Did the eight vajras made by him?
The Vajra robe is half open, the chest is open, and the eyes are fierce for a moment. The towering blade condenses with one hand, and the killing will be opened.
Buddha's sword...
The eight masters were graceful in white clothes, and they passed through the air with one sword, and the anger between their eyebrows was slightly lit.
Angry immortal...
At this time, no matter whether it was the ancient sword cultivator or the spirit refiner who had only a little knowledge of the ancient sword Tao, he read something and murmured in surprise:
"Big Buddha..."
"cut!"
Eight masters spit out one word.
The vajra behind him looked like a giant sword swept across the sea without saying a word, and the golden light splitted half of the vagina.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the world seemed to be divided into two.
The evil ghost around him, who was pressed by the sun, could not even make a scream. The moment he was swept by the light of the Buddha's sword, it decomposed with a pop, turned into wisps of black smoke and fell down.
A huge fault appeared after the giant sword passed by, along with the subsequent evil spirits who flew moths from all directions.
Billions of evil ghosts cleared one-third of them with one sword!
"Wow."
Not only those who were in the underworld, but the practitioners of the five realms only saw this, their scalp became numb and they stood up in shock.
What is the difference between this and a sword opening up chaos?
Among the billions of evil ghosts, there are many who have inherited more than one death power, and their defense is obviously different from that of ordinary people.
But under the slash of the Buddha, it is like a snail shaking a tree, vulnerable.
The pearls are cracked and the porcelain is broken, and the rain hits the glass.
Under the sweeping of the Buddha Slash, except for the first roar of breaking through the air, the rest was full of crisp and pleasant sound of evil ghosts splitting.
The pop-bo sound, from west to east, wrote a wonderful music for the people in the five realms in the sky.
Meng Po’s grandma’s face was pale and not much bloody.
Seeing this, my mouth trembled, and waved my hand with a stern look on my face, shouting heart-wrenchingly:
"superior!!!"
"Give it to me, tear him!"
The Lord of the Ten Palaces of Yan, the two black and white evil spirits, and the eight strong men, heard the sound, and the fierce light suddenly appeared in their eyes. The space under their feet was broken and they were about to take off.
Eight Zun An raised his eyelids and his pupils constricted:
"Kneel down."
The Ten Palace Master Yan, the two black and white evil spirits, and the eight strong men, suddenly had their faces twisted, their faces pulled down, and their waists were almost torn off.
As if under the extreme pressure, their armor and clothes were torn apart by the invisible sword energy falling from the sky, and in the end...
Bang!
I really kneel down.
"impossible--"
Meng Po's grandma roared and her face turned from white to green.
She clearly couldn't feel any pressure!
She didn't believe it at all. Those only eight human beings knew, and the words "can be" made all the generals in the underworld surrender!
"stand up!"
"Come on me..."
Meng Po and Grandma ended abruptly.
She also wanted to pull up one by one, starting with the eight strong men, but her movements suddenly stopped, and her unbelievable eyes turned sideways to the person in the distance...
"Brush!"
The magnificent air flows at high altitude.
The eight masters remained unmoved, and thousands of swords in the sea of swords flowed out from their shoulders and backs, and the twelve blood-colored sword wings that covered the sky and the sun were extended behind them with blood-colored murderous aura.
The word "kneel down" and kneeling down the generals of the underworld is already shocking enough.
This, the extremely real wrath of the Red God, condensed by ten thousand swords, allowed many ancient sword cultivators in the five realms to see again what is the first and second realm without upper limits.
"Absolute imperial system, is it really so absolute?"
"The Wrath of the Great Red God can also be condensed with a spiritual sword and murderous intent to transform into a physical body?"
Bang.
Grandma Meng Po only met the blood-red eyes in the distance from afar. Her eyes exploded, splashing out the power of death.
boom!
She finally knew what the surrenders around her had just endured. When the Eight Masters stared at her, the crowd was added.
Meng Po and Grandma didn't kneel down. From below, the concept of "legs" was blown into powder.
She slammed and fell into the coffin.
"Wow……"
The judge could not sleep anymore.
This fat-headed and big-eared monster hugged Meng Po's grandma from the coffin, threw it to the side, and straightened its waist.
With a "swish", it tore off the oracle without hesitation, and roared with a sharp voice:
"Thousands of Taoism and Dharma combine to form one source and add to our bodies."
"All the first-grade generals of Fengdu, the divine power of the ancestors, and the first-grade generals of the realm, go!"
Sexy sex...
The sound of bursting is endless.
Above the void, the evil ghosts who were swept away by the sword of the Buddha, were only two-thirds of the original flesh wall, and all of them were blown to pieces.
At that time, the meat foam flew everywhere, covering the view, and blood poured down, and the waterfall leaked down.
In response to the screams, the Shenting Guard appeared in a tragic purgatory, and the world was filled with the unwilling wailing of evil ghosts.
"No--"
"Ahhhh!"
"Hiss, it hurts, ahhh..."
Many spiritual refiners in the ghost Buddha world were obviously not in this battle. Seeing this and hearing the sound, they all had goose bumps all over the floor.
Tragic!
brutal!
indescribable!
"Brothers, brothers, save me..."
The matchmaker's delicate body shivered wildly, and the golden apricot in her hand could not be grasped, and her eyes were full of fear.
She had never seen such a tragic scene.
In her original world, Taixu was already at its peak, and the semi-saint was too far beyond it.
But when she entered the underworld of the Divine Court, she found that her worldview was subverted again and again.
The eight masters knew one sword, and as strong as this, she couldn't even explain it.
But the remaining hundreds of millions of evil spirits still had hundreds of millions of evil spirits, and the power of the god of death that burst out after they were blown up, gathered on the generals of the underworld around the body of the urging judge.
Their aura, with the amplitude of the Shenting Yin Cao, felt more than half-saints from the beginning.
Now that we are so magnificent, what are we going to do? Are we going to create some crazy things?
The matchmaker didn't even dare to think about that aspect.
Along with the people from the Original Ghost Buddha Realm, the ancient sword cultivators and spirit refiners who are standing on the battlefield in the underworld are also shocked.
No matter how unbelievable it is, it seems that there is only one answer left.
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"Holy Emperor..."
The slave in the Moon Palace whispered hard, his palms were cold, and he had already sweated slightly.
"Is it really a Holy Emperor?"
Yu Zhiwen's face turned slightly pale, and he thought of something and his body tightened.
Liu Fuyu was also not very good, and she took a breath of cold air after hearing the sound.
What is the concept of the Holy Emperor?
There are only five families of the five saint emperors.
Half a year ago, the Kunpeng God made the person of the Holy Emperor, climbing the ladder of heaven, fighting for luck, and fighting hard, and he could not escape death.
After careful calculation, Feng Yujin, who has already finished his energy and filled the numbers of the Holy Spirit Continent, the number of the Holy Emperor, the ghost beasts of the Void Island, the purple pet of the Holy Palace, the white dragon, and the number of Feng Yujin has been exhausted, and he is just in his "tenth".
In this underworld, can the so-called judge with a fat head and big ears create "twenty" ones?
There are only eighteen persons of the Holy Emperor!
"It's not completely impossible..."
This is the first time that Moon Palace slaves have encountered this situation.
But after all, she was also the descendant of the Holy Emperor and had a lot of knowledge. Since she knew that the underworld was a perfect divine court, she could estimate it roughly.
"As soon as the throne realm is opened, even if the spiritual refiner cannot understand the way of space, he can change the laws slightly, confinement and transfer, which are the basics."
"The sacred realm of the semi-saint, the holy emperor, also has the nature of a 'domain', and the number, level, more, and higher laws that can be tampered with."
"The God's Court, even more so!"
The Moon Palace slave stared at the graceful figure in the void, his tone was full of solemnity:
"The Divine Court has long been out of the limitations of 'domain', and has its own laws, and is in the realm of heaven. After all, it is the residence of the ancestral god."
"The ancient war god platform of the Ghost Buddha Realm is integrated with the law of super-Daoization, giving the Hua Changdeng Divine Court a basis for the perfect expansion of its power."
"And the ghost ancestor was born several centuries ago, and the Shenting Yin Cao never came out since he was lonely, and finally entered the hands of Hua Changlan, and never fully expanded."
"After years of accumulation, the ancestral power accumulated inside has reached an incalculable level, whether in quantity or quality."
After a blow, the Moon Palace Nu Dao didn't want to admit it from the bottom of his heart, but that's the truth:
"Maybe the eight strong men, the ten palaces of the gods, the two black and white evil spirits, and the realm of the eternal holy emperor, they may not work, after all, they all do not have the status of the holy emperor."
"But within the scope of the Divine Court, the Lord of the Divine Court granted the generals the Holy Emperor's combat power for a short period of time, and even the Tenth-level Holy Emperor's combat power with the ultimate and high-volume ancestral power..."
The Moon Palace slave took a deep breath: "It's not that it's not difficult, but that it's 'no effort'!"
"Hehe!"
The black chicken jumped out, spread a pair of chicken wings, and protected the little fish under it.
It pecked its head forward twice, with its cross-eyed eyes, as if saying, don't be afraid, there is a chicken here, the chicken protects you.
Yu Zhiwen grabbed the black chicken back and held it in his arms, his palms cold.
She can understand, completely understand.
It is indeed a very normal thing to have the combat power of the Holy Emperor under the ancestral god.
All she thought of...
Grandpa Yu was also fighting with the joint efforts of these monsters at that time, but did he fail in the end?
The hatred never disappeared, but was suppressed.
Yu Zhiwen thought about this, his body trembled slightly, and his hands were unconsciously exerting force.
The ice-crystal skin was unconsciously covered with exquisite scale patterns, and she almost broke the black chicken in her arms.
The Moon Palace Nu and Liu Fuyu all noticed the abnormality and realized something. The corners of their lips just squirmed.
“Great.”
The black chicken cried out, stretched out its chicken wings, and gently patted the little fish's head.
Yu Zhiwen woke up and hurriedly let go: "Sorry, I..."
She choked up and couldn't say anything anymore.
A light sound came from my ears, no longer the absurd and funny rooster crow, but Xu Xiaoshou’s warm and firm voice:
‘Don’t worry, that person surnamed Hua, I can’t even find a reason for him to survive.’
"He will definitely die."
...
Rush! Rush! Rush…
One dazzling black light after another soared into the sky.
The evil ghosts in the underworld were endless. After the blown up, all the power of the god of death gathered to the many generals in front of the judge.
In just a moment, these monsters completed their transformation and their bodies soared more than ten times.
The Lord of the Ten Palaces of Hell, the black armor is full of light.
The black and white evil spirits, the hook and sickle crack the light.
The eight strong men, Kong Wu Kuishuo, reached the terrifying level of walking and breaking the way.
The twenty generals are already quite good at the home court of the Shenting Yin Cao.
At this moment, the power of the powerful god of death has increased to an indescribable level.
"Extremely~"
The death judge who was so fat that he could drip out the fat kicked away Meng Po’s milk who had climbed out of the coffin, turned blood in his hand, looked over with a smile, and said sarcastically:
"Your name is known to the Eight Lords?"
The eight masters had twelve blood wings on their backs, and the Buddha's sword in their hands was angry. At this time, they no longer looked at the fat-headed and big-eared monster directly.
He frowned and looked down.
The black fog sea below, accompanied by a sword that just now, settled into a liquid sea, showing its extraordinary appearance.
Think about it for a moment.
The eight masters turned the Buddha sword in their hands and went down to the lower ground.
The vajra behind the back also acted like this, and the huge golden sword inserted into the ocean of black death power.
"Shit ~"
The purification effect of the Buddha sword and the abandonment effect of Tianqizhi are at the same time.
The black ocean is like it is boiling, bubbling and evaporating little by little.
"brush!"
When the purification and abandonment began, the boundless sea wriggled, as if it had spirituality, and all of it shrank into the underworld and flowed to Wuming.
The eight masters' eyes flashed with thoughts.
He smiled softly, shook his head, and ignored it.
On the coffin, the fat-headed and big-eared monster exploded, stomped his feet and became manic, and the murderous intention soared into the sky.
A total of twenty high-level holy emperors, just ordinary people, how can they use to oppose him? He dares to ignore him?
"Eight! Zun! Ann!"
The blood-brushed pen in the hand of the death judge went forward and screamed loudly: "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. At this time, kneel down and kowtow, follow me to the capital, and meet the Lord. I can still save you a life!"
The sound waves swept through the underworld.
The cultivators in the ghost and Buddha realm swallowed unconsciously.
On the one hand, they have never seen any more crazy existence than the legendary "Eighth Sword Immortal".
On the other hand, they have never seen the "Twenty Saint Emperors". Judging from this number alone, who is not confident to be arrogant?
I'm going, I dare to be crazy!
I'm even more crazy than that fat lump!
The eight masters flicked their fingers, and the Buddha's sword turned into golden light, and they were reluctant to leave it and shot into the space, returning to their original place.
He finally raised his head and looked at the twenty Fengdu generals bathed in the black beam.
"Holy Emperor..."
It's like twenty mad dogs tied up by black iron chains.
Anyone could see that the judge urged him to give the order and his generals came out all over the place.
Eight Zun An looked over one by one, raised the corner of his lips and nodded slightly.
Hop!
The fat-headed and big-eared judge had his eyebrows raised high, and he became even more manic, feeling insulted.
Is this, for sure?
Who needs your "affirm"?!
But the judge was not impulsive. This human was a little bit of a thing. The twelve blood-colored sword wings behind him were even more powerful than the Holy Emperor's combat power...
After thinking about this, the eight masters retracted the sword wings behind them and instantly filled them into their bodies.
He returned to the mortal state of Gujing Bubo.
Put your hands behind your waist, take a step forward, and cross five cities with a slight rippling white clothes.
At this point, he had walked from the southernmost part of the underworld to the middle, facing the death judge and the twenty-tie mad dog.
"Eight! Zun! Ann!"
The urged judge screamed, and there was a disagreement and started fighting directly, "Speak!!!"
Who can't bluff?
It doesn't believe it and is not afraid of it.
It wants the human to kneel down in front of itself, and it wants to wash away the shame that he had just been blown away.
After that, only then did the twenty holy emperors under his command tear this damn guy to pieces!
But……
It seems that it can't get what it wants.
The eight masters stood in the air, carrying their hands on their backs, their voices were calm and as calm as if they were to state an indisputable fact:
"Then I'll give you a chance, too..."
"Those who worship me live, and those who offend me die."