Within the Great Realm of Mingxin, Lord Mingxin is sitting on the divine throne, his eyes seeming to have seen the ancient heaven at this moment.
His left hand was resting on his chin, and he looked like he was deep in thought, but his right hand was shaking the wine glass casually.
At the moment when the ripples appeared, the space in front of them also reflected the scenes of battles in the world throughout the prehistoric times.
Looking at the two sides of the battle, watching countless creatures fighting, the saints belonging to the two realms fought like heaven and earth shattering and chaos rising and falling.
"Look, it seems a bit childish."
There was a hint of a sarcastic smile on the corner of Mingxin Shenjun's mouth.
“A bit boring.”
As these words were heard, Lord Mingxin drank the strong wine in his right hand in one gulp as he raised his head.
The prehistoric calendar, the underworld.
"Get away!"
Looking at the hundreds of millions of soldiers, the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun punched them away in anger.
Boom!
Endless fire swept out at this moment, and wherever it passed, the sky blocked by the power of six reincarnations began to collapse at this moment.
Bang, bang, bang
The billions of ghosts and gods scattered in all directions and filling the world disappeared one after another in the sweep of these fires.
"Pfft!"
At the same time, Di Jiang, who was in charge of the formation, changed his expression and spit out a mouthful of blood.
However, as soon as this blood appeared, it turned into nothingness in the flames of the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun that burned the sky and extinguished the earth.
"Brother!"
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the other ancestral witches changed drastically.
However, before they could form their transfer formation, they were all blasted out in the red heat wave.
In just one breath, the entire underworld formation was destroyed, and hundreds of millions of ghosts and gods were wiped out.
Even the Ksitigarbha who came to support the underworld dissipated in the red flames with the sound of Amitabha's blessing.
"Walk."
Seeing that the formation of billions of ghosts and gods was broken, and the underworld no longer had any remaining power to suppress the group of bright-hearted saints headed by the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun, Di Jiang immediately broke through the space and was about to lead a group of ancestral witches to leave.
However, just as this space was shattered, it strangely healed again.
"Let's go, where do you want to go?"
Di Jiang looked back and saw the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun stretching out his right hand to hold it in the void.
In his gradually closing palm, the entire power of the underworld gathered towards the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun at this moment.
once
Their twelve ancestral witches control the underworld, and wherever the Six Paths of Reincarnation touches, they are like a fish in water.
But now, with the formation broken, even though they are still in the underworld, the traces they left in the underworld seem to have been wiped away.
At this moment, they who created the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Underworld were like strangers arriving from the sky, and could only be ruthlessly suppressed by the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun.
"Do you think you can really delay me with those ghosts and gods?"
Facing the shocked eyes of Di Jiang and other ancestral witches, a trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of the mouth of the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun.
"The reason why I stay here is just to seize the power that represents the 'earth' in this ancient world.
Now that you know this, you can rest in peace."
Having said this, the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun clenched his right hand violently.
Bang!
At this moment, Di Jiang and the other eleven ancestral wizards all felt a force coming from all directions, trying to suppress them to death.
However, the imagined scene of the body exploding into blood mist did not happen.
Instead, above everyone's heads, there were wisps of golden Buddha light, gathering at this moment.
In the gentle golden light, a figure gradually condensed and took shape. It was the Jizo who should have been completely lost before.
"Amitabha, I swear that I will never become a Buddha until hell is empty. Now that hell is empty, I, Ksitigarbha, have nowhere to hide, so I should become a saint!"
As he said these words, in the eyes of Dijiang and others, Jizo struck the space above his head with a palm.
Bang!
In an instant, a gate leading to the ancient world appeared in front of the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun.
"interesting."
Seeing Ksitigarbha leading the eleven ancestral witches across the gate of space and leaving the underworld completely occupied by him, the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun did not stop him, but instead followed closely with a smile.
In just a blink of an eye, the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun brought the saints who had previously invaded the underworld to the center of the great war between heaven and earth.
After taking a look at the eleven ancestral shamans and Ksitigarbha who had joined Houtu, the Red Sun Holy Envoy gave instructions to the saint behind him, and then arrived at the place where the Qingming Holy Envoy was in one step.
"This is the authority representing the underworld."
As he said these words, the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun spread out his palms, and a black book immediately appeared in his palms.
"The power of the Emperor represented by the Heavenly Court can prevent us from being suppressed by this world.
The power of the underworld created by Hou Tu allows us to control the cycle of reincarnation in this world, making life and death in our hands."
Looking at the black book in front of him, Holy Envoy Qingming put the black book into the world in the palm of his hand while speaking calmly.
"From now on, we have mastered half of the ancient world. As long as we have this half, we are not afraid of them destroying the great world.
As for the power of reincarnation, it is no longer a problem at this time.
Because, from now on, if they die, they are really dead."
As these words fell, the Qingming Holy Envoy suddenly turned towards the Heavenly Way that was fused with the power of the underworld in his palm.
Buzz!
In an instant, a ripple visible to the naked eye rippled from it and swept away in all directions.
"not good."
Almost at the moment when the ripples swept across, Hou Tu's expression suddenly changed.
At the same time, Haotian, who was fighting with the power of the stars in the sky in the Mingxin Realm, felt a palpitation suddenly arise in his heart.
"Kill them all."
In the midst of this heart palpitation, the cold words of Holy Envoy Qingming came from the sky.
"I've been waiting for this time."
When the Holy Envoy Mo Yuan heard this, he let out a burst of hearty laughter. The World Tree in his palm just swept past, causing Hou Tu's power of reincarnation to shatter.
Bang, bang, bang
In just a blink of an eye, under the erosion of the World Tree, one after another the primitive creatures that stood in the way of Hou Tu were turned into ashes.
Among them, Jizo, who had just become a saint, was directly penetrated by the roots of the World Tree, and the huge power of the saint began to drain away crazily.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Ksitigarbha actually chose to self-destruct at the last moment.
With the power of this self-destructing saint, Hou Tu was given the opportunity to reorganize the six paths of reincarnation.
"I would like to see how many of you saints can die calmly."
Seeing this scene, Holy Envoy Mo Yuan just sneered and waved the World Tree again.
Boom!
Seeing the arrival of the World Tree again, Hou Tu's blood spilled into the sky, a huge stick fell from the sky, smashing the roots of the World Tree into pieces.
"Ape Sky, you finally showed up."
Seeing the figure wearing a monkey head, Holy Envoy Mo Yuan said with a sarcastic expression.
"This time, you have no way to escape. In that case, why don't you just reveal your true colors and continue to put on an act?"
Although he said this, the seemingly arrogant Holy Envoy Mo Yuan not only showed no carelessness, but also became extremely cautious.
After all, when the Zixiao Palace was shattered, Hongjun's strength almost killed the Holy Envoy of the Red Sun.
"What's the real appearance, and what's the monkey appearance like?"
Hearing this, the monkey laughed playfully and continued.
"Whether you escape or not is a matter for the future. At least I, Old Sun, know that now it is your turn to escape. What do you think this is?"
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Upon hearing this, Holy Envoy Mo Yuan sneered.
However, just as he was about to completely kill this false monkey head, he saw the space in front of him suddenly shattered.
In the shattered space, a corpse that made his pupils shrink suddenly fell down.
That corpse turned out to be that of the Holy Messenger of Earth.