The first thousand one hundred and thirty-three chapters of the chaos
This was an extremely brutal battle. Whether it was the armies of the gods and hells, or the monks from outside the realm, there were countless casualties. Blood was everywhere on the ground, and corpses were scattered across the void.
Feng Feiyun sacrificed the Yaohuang Sword and the Ascension Platform, turning them into a demonic sword and a ninety-nine-foot-tall holy monument, and beat the four saints who had been blessed by the Tai Chi Bafang Altar. He had to keep retreating, and blood kept dripping from his mouth.
"Bang."
Feng Feiyun climbed steadily onto the forty-third floor of the hexagram platform.
A long roar came from the position below. Wen Zu rushed up the stairs. Every time he took a step upward, his strength doubled. When he rushed to the thirty-sixth floor of the hexagram platform, his breath unexpectedly It can already be compared with Feng Feiyun.
Wenzu's power has long been integrated with the Tai Chi Bafang Altar. With the help of the altar's power, his body emits the breath of a book like a sea of stars.
He held a magic book in his hand, and a magic pen in his other hand to write the word "zhen".
In an instant, a huge pressure fell on Feng Feiyun.
"break."
Feng Feiyun spit out a sound wave from his mouth, shattering the word "Zhen" that Wen Zu had typed.
"We can't let him go up."
Feng Feiyun was condescending and struck down with his battle ax. His body fell on the thirty-sixth floor of the hexagram platform, and his unparalleled divine power cut off the magic pen in Wenzu's hand.
Wen Zu was shocked, and quickly escaped into the altar space, throwing up the sacred book in his hand. The 88,888 ancient characters in the sacred book rushed out and turned into 88,888 Eighteen ancient swords.
"Sacrificial Sword."
The thirty-sixth floor of the hexagram platform, the thirty-seventh floor of the hexagram platform, the thirty-eighth floor of the hexagram platform... the forty-fourth floor of the hexagram platform, each floor of the hexagram platform is a world, and there are things in each world. Hundreds of millions of extraterrestrial creatures, all the creatures in these eight worlds at this moment self-destructed, turning into countless streams of blood and energy rushing into the eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight ancient swords.
This is a sacrifice of the blood of billions of creatures to the sword, condensing the power of the creatures of the eight worlds.
Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight ancient swords are condensed into eight sword realms: Sword Mountain, Sword City, Sword River, Sword Palace, Sword Cliff, Sword Star, Sword Dragon, and Sword Rain.
"Boom."
The power of the eight types of sword intent is simply overwhelming. On the Tai Chi Bagua altar, it can kill eight ancestral saints.
The Tai Chi Bagua Altar is their home ground. Just like Feng Feiyun was able to defeat the Yangji God in the forbidden land with the ancestral saint realm. Here, although the power of Feng Feiyun and others was not suppressed, the monks of the Tai Chi Palace His strength has become stronger, and he can even fight across borders.
Feng Feiyun's whole body was wrapped in the Golden Silkworm Buddha's energy, and he made a series of Buddha's palm prints to fight against the eight sword worlds sacrificed by Wenzu.
"boom."
Outside Taiji Palace, there were dense reinforcements coming to kill them.
The shocking fluctuations in the Divine Prison have alarmed the powerful people outside the territory. They will never allow the saints imprisoned in the Divine Prison to be rescued, and send an army to suppress it.
Not only the strong ones from Taiji Palace, but also the strong ones from the Dark Hunyuan World, the War King Hunyuan World, the Twin Hunyuan Worlds, and the Valley God Hunyuan World, and many of them are ancestor saints and supreme beings at the divine level. The characters were overwhelming like a sea of people.
"The entire Hunyuan World of Relics will be burned into ashes. Do you still want to make a death struggle?"
The Yang Pole God stands at the front, wearing a divine crown on his head and a golden belt around his waist. The light on his body is brighter than the stars.
"Oops, the Yangji God is here. If he uses the power of the altar, no one in the world can be his opponent." Everyone saw the Yangji God coming from the chaos, with the boundless foreign army behind him. The Saint's The number exceeds a thousand.
Thousands of saints and hundreds of millions of soldiers came overwhelmingly.
The Yangji God stepped onto the first level of the altar, and suddenly his face changed slightly, and he quickly retracted his step on the altar.
At the moment when his feet were retracted, the first level of the altar exploded to pieces, and a headless clay figure burst out from the chaotic world in the altar, holding Qianqi ("Qian" means shield, "Qi" means "Qian"). Ax), with infinite power, tore apart eight hundred time and space, bombarded the Yang pole god, and sent the Yang pole god flying backwards.
The headless clay figure stands under the altar, carrying an ancient aura, like an eternal god on the altar.
Stomp on the ground.
"boom."
Hundreds of billions of extraterritorial creatures were shocked to death and turned into waves of blood and bones.
The Yangji God stabilized his figure, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and glared angrily, "Human Ancestor, you are not dead yet."
The clay body of the headless clay figurine has many cracks, and streams of colorful essence are emitted. It seems that it will be shattered at any time, but it still stands there steadily, unmoving for eternity, and has the power to look down on the nine heavens.
"call out."
A meteorite holy arrow tore through the sky, dragging its tail dozens of miles long, piercing the chest of an outsider saint and nailing his body to a mountain.
The Holy Meteor Arrow drew a beautiful arc, flew back, and fell into the hands of the Lord of the Tomb Palace.
The master of the tomb palace stood on the top of a palace, wearing a purple robe, with long hair like snow, holding a broken immortal bow, and carrying four meteorite holy arrows on his back. His eyes were lonely and deep, looking down at the alien creatures below.
"roar."
A dragon roar shook the heaven and earth.
A giant black dragon three million miles long flew out of the chaos. Its scales were as big as mountains, its horns were like mountains, and its eighteen eyes were like lakes. When the dragon's tail jumped, time and space surged.
A mouthful of dragon's breath was spat out from the giant dragon's mouth, dispersing the formation formed by dozens of outside saints, and all the saints were beaten to pieces.
"Big Demonic Dragon." The Yangji God stared at the giant dragon with a ruthless look in his eyes.
The great demonic dragon transformed into a human form and landed under the Taiji Bafang altar. His black robe covered the floor, and his eyes were full of demonic light. He said: "Yangji God, you dare to fight."
The aura of the Yangji God was strong, and he sacrificed the ancient yellow mud ship and said: "You all can get on together."
"You guys guard the altar, it's enough for me to fight him."
Human Ancestor held Ganqi in his hand, and his body emitted colorful divine light. Although his head had been severed, the fighting spirit in his body was still unquenchable, and his momentum became stronger as he fought.
Human Ancestor and Yangji God fought fiercely for the second time. The difference was that last time, Yangji God could rely on the power of Taiji Bafang Altar, but this time, they fought under the altar.
There are many powerful people outside the territory. For example, the Nine-generation Valley God who came from the Hunyuan World of Valley God is a divine-level existence. He leads a group of armies and rushes straight to the Tai Chi Bafang Altar to prevent Taizu and Feng Feiyun from killing. Go to the prison of God.
"Dragon Transformation."
The great demon dragon transformed into a divine dragon, ferocious and full of demonic aura, competing with the nine-generation Valley God, and its eighteen eyes glowed with demonic brilliance.
The master of the tomb palace stood on the top of the palace, shooting four holy arrows continuously. Each arrow could kill a saint. Before long, thirty-one saints had fallen and turned into holy corpses.
One man's efforts caused huge losses to the foreign armies.
However, there are too many strong men outside the territory, and the number of monks is also densely packed. Many of them are wearing chains and are also attacking the Tai Chi Bafang Altar.
They were once heroes of the Hunyuan world, but they succumbed to the power of monks from outside the territory and became lackeys from outside the territory.
"kill."
A young hero stepped out of the void, stepped on a bloody dragon, carried an ancient divine sword on his back, formed divine seals with his hands, and shot out billions of purple rays of light.
"Boom."
These purple rays of light fell, killing all the foreign slaves wearing iron chains. Thousands of creatures died in his hands every moment.
The strong men from outside the territory discovered this young hero who suddenly came out. At the same time, there were more than a dozen Holy Spirit vessels and hundreds of ancient killing weapons, bombarding him, trying to beat him into bloody mud.
The blood dragon cursed in his mouth, "Damn, thirteen Holy Spirit vessels, how come the Holy Spirit vessels have become cabbage here? This is just trying to scare the dragon to death."
The young hero stood on top of the blood dragon, with a strong momentum, pointing his finger to the sky, "Big Star Fighting Technique."
The sky changes color, and wind arises in the sky.
The thirteen Holy Spirit vessels and hundreds of ancient killing soldiers all flew back at the same time, clearing out all the foreign monks within tens of thousands of miles, killing and injuring all of them.
The scales on the blood dragon's back stood up. I always felt that I should run away with Mao Wugui and others instead of accompanying this little ancestor to this place of life and death. It was too dangerous, there were too many strong people, and there were tyrannical people everywhere. The breath will die at any time.
Feng Xiaolong stood on top of the blood dragon's head and made a divine seal between his fingers, "Death to Heaven Chaos."
Storms and clouds arose in the chaos, and thousands of secret realms flew out of the void space and smashed down on the earth at the same time. It is unknown how many creatures outside the realm died under this blow.
This was a method that he and the blood dragon had deployed in the void for a long time. They connected thousands of secret realms together, equivalent to the power of thousands of small worlds. With one blow, they destroyed hundreds of millions of extraterrestrial beings. Died by this blow.
The saints outside the territory were angry. These two people and the dragon who came out of nowhere were really abominable and their destructive power was terrible. Especially the blow just now caused countless deaths and injuries to the creatures outside the territory.
An outsider saint rose into the sky to kill Feng Xiaolong, but was suppressed by Feng Xiaolong's Turtle Style Qigong... no, Xuanwu Qi, with a palm strike.
The saint from outside the territory fell to the ground, with a gray head and a disgraced face. He pointed to the sky and shouted: "If you are worthy, come down and fight."
"Come up and fight if you dare," the blood dragon shouted.
"Come down." Another saint shouted.
"Come up here." The blood dragon refused to fall to the ground even if it was beaten to death. Just kidding, that's the Holy Spirit. It can be crushed to death with one finger.
Feng Xiaolong couldn't stand their scolding anymore, so he stretched out his hand and pulled out the Shenxiao Ancient Sword, jumped from the top of the blood dragon's head, slashed out with the sword, and split out a sword dragon, sending the two saints outside the territory flying away.
His gaze swept across the world, and then he headed towards the Tai Chi Bafang Altar.
Feng Feiyun shattered all the eight sword worlds sacrificed by Wen Zu with an axe. The ax passed over Wen Zu's head, and the body of the ancestor's saint split into two halves and fell into the endless void.
His eyes glanced at the battlefield below, only lingering on Feng Xiaolong and the Blood Dragon for a moment, and then he headed towards the top of the Tai Chi Bafang Altar.