Chapter 585 Emperor Dongyue

"Nothing more than that."

Lu Wenwu stood covered in blood, with two mutilated corpses completely lifeless at his feet.

The golden-red blood bathing his body looked even more eerie and terrifying under the blood-red moonlight that was gradually turning into a full moon, making people feel a little creepy.

Looking around, the battle between the human race and the alien martial saints is still going on, and casualties have already occurred.

And this is based on the fact that Xiaobao not only fights the wandering spirits day and night alone, but also attracts a lot of firepower, so he has no pressure fighting tens of thousands of ghost soldiers at the same time.

This helped the Martial Saints share most of the pressure.

If a hundred thousand ghost soldiers formed a formation to besiege him, Xiaobao would be able to remain safe and sound on his own.

However, these dozens of Martial Saints would not be able to hold out for more than a hundred rounds before being killed or wounded in the face of this extremely powerful army that emerged from the ancient immortal era.

These 100,000 ghost soldiers are the last trump card left by Emperor Dongyue, and the most elite personal soldiers in his hands.

Even in ancient times, he could compete with several Hedao Immortals in a formation state and not be at a disadvantage in a short period of time.

If even those immortal masters who can change the world with a single thought are like this, what about the martial saints who follow the path of immortal martial arts?

The way the Martial Saints used star maps to leverage the laws to fight was ultimately a bit low-level and could not bring out the powerful force of the laws to the greatest extent.

Faced with the underworld battle formation that is amplified by the power of the small world, we are really powerless.

"The three Yamas have all fallen!"

The Night Wandering God transformed himself into darkness to avoid the white tiger's claws that could tear the sky and split the earth. He couldn't help but look in the direction where the three Yamas died, and he felt his scalp tingling.

What the hell is this monster!

His heart was roaring hysterically.

Even though he now has an absolute upper hand when teaming up with the Sun God, he still has some thoughts of retreating.

scary.

It's so scary.

The cat in front of them that could only transform into a white tiger was already incredibly powerful enough to not be at a disadvantage when facing the two of them.

Even when the two of them were commanding 50,000 ghost soldiers to attack them in formation, they were still able to maneuver around and wait for an opportunity to counterattack and cause effective casualties.

If the fight goes on like this, I'm afraid it will take ten days and ten nights to determine the winner.

From which corner did this powerful person pop out?

Could it be that there is also an Immortal Lord in the Immortal Court who has been self-proclaimed since ancient times, just to prevent their plan of ruling the world from the underworld?

If the monster who blew up King Yama and King Zhuanlun with his bare hands had his hands free to join forces with the black skeleton who seemed to be slightly weaker in combat power, he and the Sun God would probably be doomed to failure.

Should we retreat?

It's like we have telepathy.

While the Night Wandering God was looking at his old partner, the Day Wandering God also rolled and crawled to avoid Xiaobao's fatal blow. He let the ghost soldiers form a formation to buy himself time to recover, while looking at the Night Wandering God.

Both of them saw some signs of retreat in each other's eyes.

They are all now in a state of serious injury with their origins damaged.

It is irrational to fight the enemy head-on now.

Facing such a powerful enemy, even the three Yamas who commanded the troops were killed in battle. What were the chances for the two slightly weaker wandering gods to risk their lives?

It would be better to wait for the Great Emperor Dongyue to break the seal and suppress all enemies in the world.

The blood moon has changed from a crescent to a waning moon.

When the blood moon is completely full and the Yin energy reaches its limit, it will be the time for Emperor Dongyue to break out of the seal and reign over the Yin and Yang worlds again!

There is absolutely no need to rush.

Nowadays, most of the powerful people in the underworld have died or perished, leaving only two or three cats, big and small. It can almost be described as deserted.

The King of Fengdu, the Lord of Mount Tai, the Ten Kings of Hell, the Four Judges, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the Black and White Impermanence, these once famous and powerful figures in the underworld have now all returned to heaven and earth.

Day and Night Wandering God believed that the two of them, as the only remaining gods in the underworld who had reached the Hedao realm, were also the two gods with the highest official positions after the Emperor Dongyue, and were second only to the emperor and above everyone else.

Even if he doesn't contribute for the time being, considering the enemy is so powerful, he shouldn't be questioned by the emperor.

In the future, when the underworld unifies the Yin and Yang worlds, it will still rely on them for management!

When the Immortal Court still existed, patrolling the human world on behalf of the underworld was their main job.

At that time, it will still be a professional match.

In a flash, the two old friends who had been partners for countless years quickly confirmed each other's ideas and prepared to put them into action.

The day and night wandering gods retreated at the same time, protecting the 100,000 ghost soldiers in front of them.

Faced with Xiaobao's increasingly fierce and fierce attacks, they no longer planned to charge forward themselves.

They each commanded 50,000 ghost soldiers. The Day God led his troops to besiege Xiaobao, who had transformed into a white tiger fighting body, while the Night God commanded his army to kill the martial saints of the two tribes.

For a moment, the already not-so-good battle situation of the Martial Saint's side suddenly became precarious, swaying left and right like duckweed in the rain.

This time, not to mention Lu Wenwu, even Gris's soul fire flashed with strong disdain.

Faced with enemies whose overall strength is inferior to his own, he has no ambition to make progress at all.

Just want to preserve myself.

How did such a person become so powerful?

He is worthy of being the one with the least injuries and the best preserved strength among the five Hedao realm beings resurrected in the underworld.

If you don't have the heart of a strong person, you will be of no use.

Even someone like Gris who has joined the True Demon camp feels disgusted by the actions of the Day and Night Wandering God.

He and Lu Wenwu, a strong man who works for the God Alliance, just have different ideas.

Even in the True Demon camp, not all of them are sinister and cunning.

No one who can reach the third level of godhood is truly a coward.

The truly cowardly ones had already been eliminated by the test of time in the mortal realm, and it was almost impossible for them to even step into the realm of gods.

Therefore, people like Gris, who have condensed nine mythological anchors and are ready to step into the realm of true gods with the greatest foundation, naturally look down on the weak behavior of the Day and Night Wandering God.

It has nothing to do with good or evil, right or wrong.

This is just the contempt of the truly strong for those who are falsely prosperous.

"You brainless barbarian, what are you waiting for here? All your people are going to die."

Gris took out another black crystal shield and held it in his hand, saying sinisterly.

Lu Wenwu chuckled and said calmly: "Of course I'm waiting for you."

After killing three Yamas in succession, the murderous intent in his heart had long since disappeared and his anger had subsided a lot.

The Yamas had helped him, but he had never met the Great Emperor of Dongyue.

Naturally, there is not such strong indignation.

At most, it is to express one's respect for the powerful emperor in the God Alliance who has been fighting on the front line to save the boundless Chaos Sea.

And he was not happy with the fake and shoddy product in front of him.

Now, he was more excited about being able to fight with a stronger person.

The ultimate villain with such lofty ambitions who tries to slaughter the entire world must be very pure!

Just thinking about it makes people feel excited all over!

Looking at the corners of Lu Wenwu's mouth that unconsciously turned up, Gris's already dark face became even darker, and he suddenly became furious.

"Shit! I knew you were such a brainless bastard that you were full of bad intentions^*($#^$*!#%$$@$&^%"

Red-warm Gris began his crazy output.

He suspected that Lu Wenwu's previous words were meant to scare him into being a piece of shit, and he already had evidence.

Unfortunately, not everything will be responded to.

Lu Wenwu was completely immersed in the excitement of the upcoming fierce battle with the powerful enemy.

He was completely unaware that his words just now were somewhat ambiguous, and inadvertently unfolded the Yin-Yang method.

"You really have no qualities."

Listening to Gris's frantic invitations to a confrontation, Lu Wenwu couldn't help but frown.

He decided not to stay with this uncultured guy.

The emotions I was expecting were interrupted and became incoherent.

The battle situation on the human side seems to be somewhat precarious.

Before eating the main course, eat some side dishes first.

Lu Wenwu, covered in dragon scales, leaped high and slammed into the battle formation with a standard superhero kneeling landing.

A long stick made entirely of thunder and fire appeared in his hand at some point.

As he twisted his body and swept sideways, the long stick intertwined with laws swept across fiercely, bursting out with an overbearing and powerful airflow.

Those battle formations and military spirits that could be easily manipulated when facing the Martial Saint seemed so weak in the face of such absolute violence and power.

A military soul had just launched an attack when Lu Wenwu casually hit it with a stick and blew it up in mid-air.

The remaining heavy stick's power remained undiminished, and it shattered the battle formation of the ghost soldiers that condensed the military soul, clearing a large area of ​​the entire battlefield.

The Night Wanderer had an expression as if he had seen a ghost and retreated to the back of the battlefield. He was very close to Fengdu Ghost City and could return to the city in a flash.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes kept glancing up at the blood moon in the sky that was about to become full. He felt anxious and hoped that Emperor Dongyue would break the seal and come out as soon as possible.

It’s horrible, really horrible.

The opponent didn't even use the laws to fight the enemy.

He simply wrapped the power of the laws around his own attack, and then blasted it out violently.

That's all!

Absolute power gives birth to absolute attack power.

Even the three Yamas who were stronger than him fell.

He really had no confidence that he could survive the opponent's attack.

But before he could catch his breath, Gris emerged from the shadows of the city wall, sword and shield in hand.

The sword intent of death exploded, instantly stabbing the Night Wanderer who was standing at the edge of the battlefield in the heart.

If the Night Wanderer had not been so alert, keeping his ears and eyes open, always on guard against dangers that might come from every corner, he would have hidden away too quickly.

Gris's unintentional sword strike might kill him directly.

If not dead, then seriously injured!

On the other side, Xiaobao transformed into a white tiger and entered an empty space.

The White Tiger God is the god of war who controls all weapons in the world.

The army was using battle formations to besiege Xiaobao, who inherited the White Tiger Lord's legacy, and he could only exert 70% to 80% of his combat power, and was greatly suppressed.

Xiaobao faced an army of 50,000 alone without any fear, and fought recklessly on the battlefield.

Wherever he passed, wind and thunder roared, and the speed of harvesting souls was even faster than Lu Wenwu's violent and chaotic martial arts.

It can even chase after the Sun Wandering God who is also trying to observe the battlefield while killing people indiscriminately, chasing him to the point where he has no way out and running around the entire battlefield.

If you look at it yourself, Xiaobao's killing of the ghost soldiers and devils is just a byproduct.

It is an extra reward in the pursuit of the constantly fleeing Dayu God.

But even so, it is still the undisputed killing king in the field.

It controls wind, thunder, and gold at the same time, and has a natural suppressive power over the army, so its mowing speed is too fast.

It can be said that it is the nemesis of all extraordinary legions.

If you want to defeat Xiaobao, it is meaningless to use a battle formation based on numbers.

Only masters with equal combat power are qualified to compete with him.

These 100,000 ghost soldiers are an insurmountable natural barrier when facing others, and are an invincible army capable of fighting against the Immortal Lord Hedao.

But what if there is no main general who can fight against Xiaobao.

It was only a matter of time before it killed all these 100,000 ghost soldiers and devils by itself.

After Lu Wenwu and Gris joined the battlefield, 100,000 ghost soldiers had become victims of slaughter, and the balance of the battle was tilting towards one side.

The blood moon is about to become full, almost dripping blood.

The ruins of Fengdu City were emitting an eerie blue-gray glow, and the blood-patterned talismans on the ground were twisting like living snakes.

Inside the imperial palace, the slightly opened eyes of Emperor Dongyue spewed out purple flames, and the power that was difficult to restrain perfectly twisted into a ball on the broken city wall.

Eighteen bronze chains connected the array pattern and pierced through the center of the eyebrows.

As his body continued to tremble, a rusty blood mist spurted out, replacing the rotten, dry flesh and blood, and sending pure soul power into it.

The mountains of the underworld collapsed in the purple-black air waves, and the netherworld fire burned through tens of thousands of soul-calming steles along the veins of the earth.

The broken bronze mask of the Sun God fell from mid-air, and his disheveled body hit the wall of Fengdu City, making a sound of gold and jade shattering.

Xiaobao, who looked like a white tiger, stepped on the Seven Star Formation Diagram, and the wind and thunder claw marks surged out, tearing the battle formation composed of hundreds of ghosts into pieces with broken phosphorous fire.

As the sparks drifted, they reflected the murderous aura in Xiao Bao's eyes that controlled the world's weapons.

"How dare you, you brat!"

Just when the Sky-tearing Claws were about to tear the Sun God apart completely, inky black water gushed out from the cracks on the Fengdu city wall. The roar from the Netherworld rolled out of the Emperor's throat, and the foundation of the entire ancient Fengdu city began to tilt.

The eighteen bronze chains wrapped around the soul and body emitted green smoke and suddenly broke.

This was used to seal him, and also to maintain the soul-calming formation that allowed him to survive until today without his injuries worsening. Today, it was completely shattered.

Behind the Great Emperor Dongyue was reflected a ten-thousand-foot-tall image of Dharma, standing in the ghost city of Fengdu.

He slammed his left giant palm downwards suddenly, and the Yin thunder that was carried by it carbonized all the grass and trees within three thousand miles.

"It's finally here!"

Lu Wenwu's eyes lit up, he turned around and stomped on the already broken mirror stand under his feet, grinning grimly as he faced the giant palm of the Dharma image rising into the sky, and smashed it with one punch!

The tattered robe of the Sun-Wandering God swelled up, and his body retreated frantically.

Only then did he manage to dodge Xiao Bao's nearly devastating blow with the help of the Emperor's palm print. His broken meridians and flesh turned into a hundred-foot-long stream of pale green fire in the violent aura.

The overlapping cries of the eighteen layers of hell came from the rock layer, and the blood-red full moon was full at this time.

Fengdu Ghost City suddenly exploded, and then continued to collapse towards the center like a black hole.

Finally, it transformed into a tall figure standing in the air, holding a sword in the right hand, a seal in the left, wearing a crown with twelve tassels on the head, and dressed in a black imperial robe.

It’s the Great Emperor Dongyue!

(End of this chapter)