Yang Tuo paused for a moment, and then there were two more divine thunders. One of them still shot towards the crack in space, and the other one shot towards the Quanrong Imperial Master.
The Quanrong Imperial Master on the high platform already knew from the movement just now that the master was here.
His face was solemn, but he was not panicked, but he kept firing spells in his hands.
When the divine thunder came to him, a blood-red barrier rose up to protect him.
The barrier was hit by thunder and shook for a while. However, with the continuous replenishment of blood in the air, it returned to its original state in an instant.
The impact of the divine thunder fired at the crack in space was still quickly smoothed out by the bloody light.
Yang Tuo thought to himself: "I'm afraid I'm going to be in trouble now!"
The high platform made of corpses was actually a formation. This formation protected the spatial rift and the Quanrong Imperial Master.
And this formation, powered by the endless blood light, runs endlessly.
If you want to smooth out the space cracks, you must first destroy the altar. If you want to destroy the altar, you need to disconnect it from the blood sea.
In this way, we are trapped in a cycle. With Yang Tuo's current clone, he may not have the strength to destroy it with one blow.
This clone is only made by using divine power to drive the statue of a god. Although it has great magic power, it does not have any magic weapons. If you have one or two treasures in your hand.
Breaking this formation is just an ordinary thing.
Yang Tuo's body also understood the situation in the field, and he couldn't help but speed up and rushed towards Nanfangbuzhou.
Seeing that the formation could not be broken easily, Yang Tuo turned around and said to everyone: "This formation is quite mysterious. Although my clone has some magic power, it is just a statue after all, so it is difficult to win quickly!"
"You will withdraw the army from this place, leaving only the monks to deal with it. When I break the formation, I will win!"
Yang Tuo didn't care about the cause and process of the matter. To him, these were trivial matters.
After he finished speaking, he walked towards Haojing City regardless of everyone's reaction. Although he didn't see any techniques he used, he entered the city in an instant.
At this time in Haojing, there was a waterfall of blood hanging high, and there were endless ghost-like skulls, looting the place, and there were hundreds of thousands of dog soldiers guarding it.
It can be said that it is impregnable and difficult to approach easily.
But for Yang Tuo, this was nothing. He entered the city slowly, and the canine soldiers could not find him at all.
However, the skulls opened their mouths wide and came towards him in groups. However, he was exuding divine light, and these skulls were reduced to ashes by the divine light as soon as they got close.
Yang Tuo walked slowly towards the altar. The skulls released by Quanrong Imperial Master could not stop him at all. Even the monks on Quanrong's side could not delay him even half an inch.
As Yang Tuo gradually approached, countless skulls in the sky slowly gathered together.
It is like a small river converging into a sea, and the skulls scattered to fight with the monks gather together into a sea.
On Yang Tuo's path, this sea of skeletons blocked his way. These skulls combined into a huge skeleton face in the air.
This skeletal face blocked the sky and the sun, blocking the front. The huge black mouth said: "Stop, whoever is coming!"
Yang Tuo stopped and looked at the skeleton in the sky. Then he asked, "Who are you?"
The skeleton's two dark eye sockets were illuminated by demonic fire. In its huge mouth, countless innocent souls were wailing.
Yang Tuo was not happy when he saw it. Needless to say, he was a big villain. How could a normal person create such an image?
When the skull saw Yang Tuo stop, he immediately said: "I am Taoist Youquan, the master of Quanrong. My fellow Taoist has great magic power. I don't want to be your enemy. Please wait for a while. I will leave when I am successful!"
After hearing what he said, Yang Tuo realized that there was indeed something inside. Moreover, the name Youquan seemed familiar to him.
Yang Tuo couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing in this city of Haojing? I am the Imperial Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and this Haojing is the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This move is somewhat inappropriate!"
Yang Tuo said slowly, he didn't want to make peace with this weirdo, but wanted to see if he could get some clues from his words.
Although this skull cloud is terrifying, in Yang Tuo's opinion, it is nothing more than mediocrity. The most powerful way of Shinto is to restrain these demons and monsters.
His clone's whole body is filled with divine power condensed by the power of incense and wish. Shining with divine light, it is difficult for these skulls to even get close to him.
The head formed by the cloud of skulls felt uneasy when he heard that Yang Tuo was the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty. Although the Great Zhou Dynasty did not unify the human race, it was still the largest force in the human race.
No matter whether it is the small countries scattered everywhere or the human race in the heavens and the world, there is no such a powerful country.
Those small countries were scattered when the heaven and earth shattered. Although this great Zhou could not unify the human race, as a representative of the human race, it was not bad.
The national master of such a country is completely different from his Quanrong national master. The great Zhou Dynasty gathered most of the fate of the human race.
The great master of the Zhou Dynasty had such great luck and must have supreme supernatural powers. Youquan couldn't help but relax his tone and said: "So it's the Master in person, I don't know how to address him?"
This Youquan Zhizhi is not Yang Tuo's opponent, and he doesn't want to fight with him, but he also knows that the contradiction between the two parties is irreconcilable.
Sooner or later, a dispute would arise. While talking to Yang Tuo, he separated a trace of his soul and went up the river of blood, hoping to enter the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
He could not be Yang Tuo's opponent. He could only go to the Netherworld Blood Sea to see if any of Asura's demon generals would arrive.
Although he used his infinite blood evil energy to open the passage to the Netherworld Blood Sea. However, the Netherworld Blood Sea is vast and boundless, and he cannot control the location where the passage appears.
Therefore, it is not certain whether there are powerful Asuras near the passage. If there is enough time, powerful Asuras will naturally come, but now that the Great Zhou Imperial Master has arrived, he has no time.
Yang Tuo replied: "I am a poor Taoist named Daoyuan. I don't know why my friend did this evil thing? I know that there will be boundless karma and it will be useless on the road!"
Although many people in the city fled when the Quan Rong invaded Haojing, but in such a large capital, many people had no time to escape.
Now, these people who stayed behind may have encountered something unexpected. Although Yang Tuo's tone was calm, the anger in his heart could no longer be contained.
However, in order to get some information, he still suppressed the anger in his heart. Yang Tuo looked at Youquan, who wanted to say something when he saw this.
He thought for a while and said: "I am practicing a great method here. After I succeed, I will leave. I hope my Taoist friends will succeed!"
Taoist Youquan would not explain the plan like this. He made up a lie casually in order to deceive Yang Tuo.
When Yang Tuo saw this, how could he not understand? No matter how you look at this situation, it doesn't look like you are practicing. It seems that you can't ask anything, and you have to investigate by yourself. So, he started to walk forward again.
Youquan knew that the fight between the two sides was inevitable, so he stopped talking.
The skull face in the sky opened its mouth wide and spurted out raging flames, which were the fires of the underworld.