Chapter 474: Bear the Wrath of the Lord of the Netherworld
The mottled sword shadow swallowed all the obstacles that blocked its way forward. In a flash of confusion, the end of the world was reduced to a close distance, and Feng Yu could not allow him to think. He instinctively released the blade of redemption and the scepter of punishment for evil, without disturbance
The feather fan, golden Buddha radiance, was shattered in the next second, and the phoenix feather used the lotus step by step to remove most of its power, but a trace of blood still oozed out of the corner of his mouth. [】
Feng Yu's right hand was trembling, and the tiger's mouth was entangled in pain that was on the verge of tearing, and cold sweat almost soaked all over his body for a moment.
The spiritual sense rose to its limit in an instant, but Wudao seemed to deliberately play with him. After slashing out this shocking sword, there was no subsequent move and he returned to the state of the sculpture.
Feng Yu felt a little confused, but since the other party was willing to give him time, he would naturally not waste it. The Pearl of the Yellow Springs was floating in the Dantian Qi Sea, releasing a huge amount of vitality, and in the blink of an eye, all his injuries were healed.
He put away the glazed pagoda, and Yun Xiang's sword was held in his left hand. When he reached the realm of the Immortal Lord, his left hand or his right hand could no longer have any impact on the use of moves.
Feng Yu did not choose to escape. One was because he was disdainful, and the other was that this was the center of the holy mountain, with countless ghosts scattered around, and the chance of escaping was slim.
Under the ink-like sky, Fengyu is like a lamb lost in the darkness, with a shrill laughter wandering on the top of the holy mountain, making everything look even more weird.
"Why not do it?"
Wudao's eyes, which were clearly black and white, turned slightly, and his eyes swept across Feng Yu's face in a plain manner, revealing a nearly imperceptible evil smile.
Unspeakable depression, breathless suffocation, a hair with green tail fell on Feng Yu's shoulders, and in an instant, it seemed like five mountains and thousands of mountains were coming, and Feng Yu's feet fell into three harder than rocks.
In the dirt.
"It's too much."
Wudao is indeed powerful, but it does not mean that Feng Yu is afraid of him. Yun Xiang, the sword dragon roars in the sky, Feng Yu's figure is like lightning, an iron-painted silver hook, and six sword marks are drawn in the void, overlapping into a perfect six-pointed star, the interpretation of the six-pointed star is the positive triangle.
With the domineering Yang, the inverted triangle outlines the soft Yin, and Yin and Yang blend into one in an absolutely symmetrical way, almost explaining the true meaning of the harmony of Yin and Yang.
"go."
Feng Yu shouted loudly, Yunxiang's sword circled out of the six-pointed star, and countless symbols rose up in an instant, and the eyes of Yin and Yang fish were passing through it. Suddenly, a vast suction force competed for the ghost shadow with the ink-colored light column.
The colorful halo floated under Feng Yu's feet, and the five colorful colors kept flowing and alternating, stabilizing his body, and the ink-colored light column could not do anything to him.
"Something is a trick." Wudao commented on whether it was a compliment or a criticism. His slender nails cut off time and space, and opened a ravine like a natural trench. The mysterious six-pointed star was blocked, but Feng Yu used the yin and yang and five elements technique for the first time.
How could it be so easy to be broken?
The golden little man walked out of his eyebrows, with an extremely serious expression. He held a yin and yang roulette with his palm and whispered two spells of unknown origin. The two inverted triangles of the six-pointed star actually began to rotate, and the harsh sound of running-in sound resounded throughout the holy mountain.
At the beginning, Feng Yu's spiritual incarnation was unmoved, and he was extremely focused on using the power of the five elements to push the black and white fish eyes of the roulette.
"It's true that I'm a genius, my imagination makes me sigh and feel terrifying."
Five swords stood with his hands behind his back, his sword was nailed to the ink bricks and tiles of the palace, and his mouth was plain, and at the same time, the hexagram changed and was perfectly broken, the arc of the heavenly punishment, the ethereal chaotic light, the karma that destroyed the world
Appearing between every two sharp corners, the time and space ravines are destroyed and then condensed again.
Everything happened between lightning and flint. The hexagram that broke the obstacles was wrapped in all kinds of terrible forces and collided with Wudao's weak and boneless arm.
The halo released by the six-pointed star made Feng Yu see the true face of Mount Wudao. Between his lingering eyebrows, it was as cold as ice and as cold as a knife, but it was mixed with indifferent and elegant elegance, and his outspoken demeanor seemed to have a demon.
His temperament is dormant, and his beautiful face is very three-dimensionally distributed on his handsome face, without makeup, but he is three points more handsome than a beautiful woman.
Judging from the appearance, Wudao's level of evil is not much inferior to Feng Yu. Although his spirit and demeanor are completely different, it is impossible to deny that both of them are dragons and phoenixes that the world looks up to.
"Blue sea and blue sky."
The strange hexagram did not explode Wudao's arm. A blue cyclone wrapped around the perfect arm. The extremely fluctuating hexagram was stuck by the cyclone and fell into it. In the end, it was completely silent, no matter how the spiritual incarnation called.
, and the existence of the hexagram cannot be sensed.
Wudao's sleeves shook, and the cyclone spread out everywhere, everything was as before, and the black robe didn't even have a hole as big as a needle.
Without hesitation, Feng Yu sacrificed the Nine Nether Order, and the token was reborn in all things. Apart from the most domineering weapon in the world, Feng Yu's other magic weapons did not have much chance of winning at all.
It was not until the Jiuyou Ling appeared that Wudao's eyes were relaxed and a faint heaviness emerged. "A magical masterpiece is not clear with my eyesight, but unfortunately, it is still not enough."
"Isn't it enough? Then you can try it."
Feng Yu bit his lips tightly, and the pearls of the Yellow Spring were forced out one by one, embedded in the Jiuyou Order. It has been fifty years, and he has not tried his best to use the Jiuyou Order for almost fifty years. At that time, he relied on the peak of the fairy spirit.
The combat power of the Nine Nether Order activates the Nine Nether Order to kill the mortal fetus of the Demon Emperor. The current Fengyu cultivation is not only a hundred times that of that time. So what about the peak of the Immortal Lord? If he was asked to prepare this attack, he would still have a
The result may be erased, and the remaining 90% are also seriously damaged.
As Feng Yu expected, the meaning of Wudao and no way to interrupt was as if he wanted to try the power of the Jiuyou Order. Feng Yu's pale face was secretly happy.
Gradually, the top of the holy mountain began to shake violently, and a large area of land was shattering, and a dull rumbling sound spread under the feet of the two of them. The towering palace could not escape the catastrophe and swayed slightly.
Wudao's expression was no longer monotonous, and his eyes became deeper, but he still did not intervene. He was a hero in life and a ghost hero in death. He was a dignified ghost emperor. How could he go back on his word? If he wins, he will be faceless and will definitely be caught by Tianzui.
If you don’t let go, you will laugh at me for a hundred and eighty years. It’s even more unbearable than the scattered soul.
"Nine Netherworlds open, six paths appear, the Yellow Spring Road, the road to return to the time."
Disdain bloomed at the corner of Feng Yu's mouth. He wanted Wudao to pay a heavy price for his entrusting and stood proudly outside the gate of the king's realm. Now Feng Yu dared to say that he had touched the divine nature of Jiuyou Ling. In the past
Those who are just childish pediatrics. This time, Feng Yu even felt that he could not hold the Jiuyou Order, as if it was not a token, but a wild giant bear that woke up from hibernation.
The boiling sound of war drums made Feng Yu's ears hurt, and his vitality was absorbed. The feeling of weakness made him dizzy, but he was very excited. This was probably the most peak move in his life, and the mountains, rivers, sun and moon were lost.
All things in the world bow down.
Feng Yu at this moment was like the Lord of Darkness. Although he was not crowned, he was an unquestionable supreme powerhouse. Feng Yu smiled slightly, his smile dancing in the void, and a blue arc cut through the sky and slashed on the Jiuyou Order.
Wudao's face finally became solemn. Tianlei, the green thunder is a real Tianlei.
Thousand Ghost Abyss hide from disasters. How many cultivators who are afraid of experiencing tribulation have worked hard to hide in Thousand Ghost Abyss safely and cannot sleep at night. But now on the top of the holy mountain, the entire Thousand Ghost Abyss' heart has actually arrived at a heavenly disaster.
It is incredible and simply subverts Wudao's self-proclaimed broad cognition.
If you have to find a reason, it is that the heaven and earth are furious. A move that has not yet been released in the weapon actually causes the anger of heaven and earth. Then how terrible this move would be. Wudao suddenly felt that his head seemed to be a little insufficient.
Wudao pulled up the black sword at his feet. He was not crazy yet. If he couldn't smell the danger, he would have called himself the Ghost Emperor.
Feng Yu completely ignored Wu Dao, and his smile showed a stern and solemn look, even colder and more bitter than the bone-bone cold wind in the twelfth lunar month.
At this moment, not only the Jiuyou Order, Feng Yu itself is like a peerless ferocious soldier who looks down on ancient and modern times. A dark and bloody world floating silently from his heavenly spirit cover, containing the idea of killing and killing.
The original killing world is still pure.
When his sharp edge was revealed, Fengyu became calm, but the top of the Holy Mountain was still collapsing, and the area had shrunk by one-third compared to before.
"Since you want to see the majesty of Emperor Huangquan, be prepared to bear the anger of the Lord of Nine Netherworlds."
The voice is awkward and sharp, completely different from the wonderful voice of Fengyuzhu, which is round and smooth, but it adds an authority that ignores the common people.
Feng Yu stood alone at the highest point of the five realms, looking down at the vast crowd seemed to have made him unable to get any interest. He raised his head slightly and cast a look of anticipation towards the endless distant distance.
Wudao is no longer calm, his face is ashes, his hand holding the sword is trembling constantly, just like Fengyu before, Fengyu's momentum is rising, from plain to surprise, from surprise to shock, and from shock to now
I feel fear and a little regretful heart.
He was completely unaware of the Emperor of Huangquan and the Lord of Jiuyou mentioned. He could not blame him for being ignorant, but he died too early, so he had never heard of the great reputation of Jiuyou Ling. If he knew,
With his courage, I probably wouldn't dare to let Feng Yu let go. Unfortunately, it was too late to regret. There was no other choice except facing him. Moreover, although he was afraid, Wudao still refused to admit that he would lose.
"What is the Emperor of Huangquan, the Lord of Nine Netherworlds, I, the Ghost Emperor Wudao, is the best in the world."
"The best in the world? An ant who overestimates himself."
After Feng Yu said that, the inexplicable smell of blood quickly dissipated. The silent ancient battlefield seemed to be aroused by bloodthirsty. Feng Yu actually began to influence the boundless holy mountain and Thousand Ghost Abyss with his own strength.