Emperor Fengdu's self-destruction made the conquest army's eyes red, and the crowd suddenly became passionate and murderous.
Lin Hai gave an order, and the whole army attacked, rushing towards the reapers with all their might.
I vow to use the life of a reaper to pay homage to the soul of Emperor Fengdu!
Suddenly, the battlefield fell into chaotic fighting.
Every second, a large number of people on both sides died. The battle was tragic and tragic.
As the saying goes, a sad soldier will win!
On the side of the conquering army, the more they fought, the more brave they became. They were all red-eyed when they were killed. They were brave and fearless of death, and their combat effectiveness increased sharply.
Wherever the Reapers could resist, they immediately began to collapse like a tide.
"If you want to run away, there is no way!"
When Lin Hai saw it, there was a crazy murderous intent in his eyes, and he shouted loudly.
"The Earth Yin Dragon Clan has not joined the war yet, how can we wait for more!"
Boom boom boom!
When Lin Hai's words fell to the ground, the sea of blood boiled in an instant, and countless dragons of the earth and Yin surged forward.
Suddenly, the sky shook and the earth shook, and the sky became dark, covered by the overwhelming dragon of earthly darkness.
"Kill!!!"
The killing sound of the Earth Yin Dragon shook the sky, coming from all directions with an unstoppable momentum.
Like a bag, it surrounded all the reapers and ate them crazily.
Suddenly, there was a melee!
The fighting lasted for seven days and seven nights. When the last Reaper fell, the battlefield became quiet.
Lin Hai's eyes were cold and stern, looking at the murderous and morale-filled soldiers, he shouted loudly.
"With my blood, worship Fengdu!"
Whoosh!
After Lin Hai finished speaking, a drop of blood suddenly flew out from his fingers and floated in the void.
"With my blood, worship Fengdu!"
Thousands of troops shouted in unison, and countless drops of blood flew into the air.
Soon, they all gathered together, releasing a fiery breath.
Buzz!
Unknowingly, the blood of everyone was flowing and transformed into the appearance of Emperor Fengdu.
Upon seeing this, Lin Hai suddenly knelt down on one knee, and the army also knelt down towards the shadow of Emperor Fengdu.
"Farewell to the emperor, please rest in peace!"
"Farewell to the emperor, please rest in peace!"
"Farewell to the emperor, please rest in peace!"
…
The voice was loud and tragic, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the shadow of Emperor Fengdu with gratitude and reverence.
If Emperor Fengdu had not killed the Supreme Holy Lord and most of the reapers at the expense of himself.
I’m afraid today’s winner is not everyone present.
boom!
At this moment, the heaven and earth suddenly shook, and a
The heart-stopping law of power descended from the sky.
The Fengdu Emperor, who had transformed from his blood, was actually drawn into the void by this force.
Afterwards, everything returned to peace.
…
A year later, in the Qin Guang Palace, Lin Hai looked at Leng Yueru with sadness on his face.
"Yueru, why don't you recognize me?"
"I really already know I was wrong."
Leng Yueru's pretty face was like frost, her eyes were looking away, and she said coldly.
"Lin Hai, let bygones be bygones."
"I said that Leng Yueru is dead and I am Yin Wusha."
"Don't mention the past again!"
Lin Hai moved his mouth and wanted to speak, but he heard a cold shout from Leng Yueru.
"Anu, see the guests off!"
The old woman walked over with a sinister look on her face and said to Lin Hai with a sinister look on her face.
"King of Netherworld, please!"
"Alas." Lin Hai sighed, looking disappointed. He looked at Leng Yuru for a long time before turning around and leaving lonely.
After answering, in the Diyin Dragon Palace, Lin Hai directly entered the Demon Refining Pot and lay down on Xian'er's wooden bed.
Leng Yueru and Lin Hai no longer recognized each other, like a thorn piercing Lin Hai's heart.
Lin Hai was left disappointed and in pain.
Xian'er came over extremely considerately and massaged Lin Hai gently, using silent care to soothe the trauma in Lin Hai's soul.
Ding dong!
Suddenly, Lin Hai's cell phone rang.
I picked up my phone and saw that it was Chen Yan updating the information on the official account.
"The ten palaces in the spiritual realm have been decided, and order in the underworld is gradually restored."
"Okay!" Lin Hai sighed, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.
After the order in the underworld is completely restored, we can start to resurrect Mu Yingying.
Thinking of this, Lin Hai sent a message to Lin Jian.
Little Muddleheaded Fairy: Lin Jian, what happened to Mu Yingying’s soul?
Lin Jian: Master, Mu Yingying’s soul was previously sealed by Princess Chu Lin’er. Although it was slightly affected by the war, the impact was not significant. It will take up to half a year to wake up.
Little Muddleheaded Fairy: Protect her and don’t make any mistakes.
Lin Jian: Master, don’t worry, unless Lin Jian dies, Miss Mu Yingying will be safe!
After finishing the conversation with Lin Jian, Lin Haigang wanted to chat with Xian'er.
Suddenly, a scream rang outside.
"ah!!!"
"I know, I finally know!!!"
Lin Hai sat up suddenly, with a glint in his eyes.
It’s the voice of the Styx Cult Ancestor!
Whoosh!
Lin Hai's figure flashed and he had already left the wooden house.
Then, he saw the Patriarch of the Styx, holding the token of Master Yifan, laughing like crazy.
"Styx, what do you know?" Lin Hai came to Styx and asked in a deep voice.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"No wonder this token feels so familiar."
"It turns out that there is the aura of the Asura clan in it!"
Asura?!
When Lin Hai heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, his face full of shock.
If not for anything else, it’s because the Asura clan’s reputation is so great!
It was a race created by the Styx Cult Ancestor by merging the souls of those who died in the Lich Tribulation with the Son of Blood God.
The ancestors of the Styx Cult created the Asura clan and received great merit from heaven.
Although he failed to make the Styx Cult Patriarch a saint, he still made him the strongest person under the saints.
However, the Stygian Patriarch's way of creation was far inferior to Nuwa's.
Therefore, the Asura clan created by the Styx Cult ancestors has men who are fierce and violent, and women who are coquettish and slutty.
It is completely different from the human race created by Nuwa.
"Hahahaha!" At this time, the Styx Cult Ancestor laughed even more crazily.
"I think back then, that bastard Ksitigarbha was sitting on the shore of the Netherworld Blood Sea, saving Asura."
"It is said that hell is not empty, and I vow not to become a Buddha until all sentient beings are saved, and only then can I realize Bodhi."
"Fortunately, I was moved by his bodhisattva heart. I didn't expect that it turned out to be a conspiracy against my Asura clan!"
"By the time I found out, it was already too late. The entire Asura clan had been sealed by him and there was no trace!"
"Today, with this token, Asura can finally see the light of day again!"
After saying that, the Patriarch of Styx suddenly turned towards Lin Hai and begged.
"King of Netherworld, I, Styx, never ask for help. I beg you today to let me out."
"I want to take the token and go find my people!"
When Lin Hai heard this, his heart moved and hesitation appeared on his face.
This token was given to him by Master Yifan, saying that it would be able to resolve the catastrophe of the underworld three hundred years later.
However, the catastrophe in the underworld is now over.
But this token has never been put to use.
Moreover, so far, the time has been just right, exactly three hundred years.
Could it be said that the real catastrophe of the underworld has not begun yet?
Or is it that Master Yifan’s prediction has failed?
Lin Hai pondered for a moment, but became more and more confused, and finally gritted his teeth.
"Okay, I promise you!"
With a thought, Lin Hai directly released the Styx Sect Ancestor.
Whether it’s a blessing or a curse, it’s time to reveal the purpose of this token!