At the boundary between heaven and earth, there is first a point, then a line, and finally a dazzling divine light that fills the entire field of vision, white, blue, black, red, and yellow, representing the five directions and the five elements, flowing endlessly, illustrating the principles of the operation and change of heaven and earth.

This was an extremely astonishing sight. Even more astonishing was that the source of this upheaval was a divine power of a cultivator in the Transcendent Realm.

Regardless of the power of this supernatural ability, the scene alone is enough to demonstrate the immense and boundless power of the person who wielded it. It is like a vast ocean, seemingly endless and capable of being squandered at will.

"stop!"

Even with such an astonishing sight, someone still dared to block the way. It was a girl with a cold expression, dressed in a black dress and black shoes, with a graceful figure, especially her waist, which was so slender that it could be encircled with one hand. Just looking at her appearance, one felt an urge to embrace her and weigh her.

But upon closer inspection of her surroundings, one sees a chilling, eerie atmosphere, with countless vengeful spirits and ghosts forming a swirling mist that lingers around her, emitting mournful howls and other strange cries. Just looking at her sends a shiver down one's spine and into the crown of one's head, making one unable to help but shudder.

"Get out of the way!"

With such distinctive features, it's almost impossible to tell which sect this girl came from without much thought. Feng Bingwen has never seen anyone more adept at playing with ghosts than the Netherworld Sect.

"Youming Dao, Situ Yan, please enlighten me!"

The eerie, seemingly lifeless girl appeared not to hear him and went about giving her name.

The next moment!

Ring ring!

A melodious and pleasant bell sound rang in his ears. Feng Bingwen remained expressionless as he quietly watched the girl, who was no more than a hundred feet away from him, take a string of crystal-clear white bone bells from her waist and gently shake them.

However, he could ignore the sound of the bell, but the five-colored deer under his hind legs, upon hearing the bell, seemed to be drunk, swaying and staggering, and even showing signs of falling from the sky.

Soul-capturing bell!

It is an extremely famous supernatural power in the Netherworld Path, but it is also notoriously difficult to master because it is a supernatural power that directly attacks the soul. For cultivators below the Yuan Dan realm, the realm involving the soul is far too advanced.

crackling sounds~

Seeing this, Feng Bingwen felt somewhat helpless and placed his palm on the forehead of his own mount. At the tip of his palm, terrifying arcs of lightning flashed.

Amidst the stunned gazes of a group of onlookers, the Supreme Daoist's mount stopped twitching and became dizzy. Its four long, slender legs stood straight, albeit slightly stiff.

"Wow~ That's too ruthless!"

Some people watched this scene from afar and couldn't help but sigh. At the same time, they couldn't help but reach out and touch their foreheads, feeling a tingling, electric-like sensation that flashed by.

"I heard that when he fought against the Heavenly Sword Daoist, he used lightning magic. Isn't he afraid of killing his own mount with lightning?"

"He must be extremely confident in his thunder magic. Besides, that Netherworld Dao disciple used the Soul-Capturing Bell Sound. Without a corresponding technique, using thunder to expel the soul sound is a last resort. It seems to be very effective. You see, that five-colored deer should have gotten rid of the Soul-Capturing Bell's influence."

“A stab to the neck would also free her from the influence of the Soul Sound.”

"Look at what you're saying. They've already been killed, what's there to worry about regarding the impact?"

At this moment, it was as if the god of thunder had descended to earth, his entire body enveloped in dazzling and scorching lightning, and the five-colored divine light that permeated behind him also began to transform into dazzling and scorching lightning bolts.

A vast sea of ​​lightning appeared behind him. Amidst the thunderous roar, the might of heaven was immense, and those nearby felt a sense of oppression, as if they might be struck by lightning at any moment.

At this moment, Feng Bingwen, who had just helped his mount get rid of the influence of the soul sound, pointed his finger, and the thunder behind him cheered and roared, and a black-clad girl with an even paler face appeared.

Primordial Five Elements Annihilation Spirit Thunder!

Although it can't compare to the Divine Firmament Heavenly Thunder or the Heavenly Divine Thunder, those are thunderbolts that even immortals fear. The thunder technique he's currently using is more than enough to sweep through opponents of the same level.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

A mournful howl of the soul rang out. This young girl, a true disciple from the Netherworld Path, had little chance to dodge, because Feng Bingwen gave her no room to maneuver. She had no choice but to withstand the lightning head-on.

One after another, powerful souls filled with resentment and aura surged forth from the ghost city phenomenon that had unknowingly appeared behind the girl in the black dress, sacrificing themselves to neutralize wave after wave of powerful lightning.

A second-rank anomaly, in Fengdu!

That was the place where the gods who ruled the underworld lived in ancient legends. Its timeline can be traced back to the beginning of time, but it is now virtually impossible to verify.

Even the existence of the so-called Netherworld, the final resting place of the dead, cannot be verified.

However, the fact that cultivators can comprehend the great Dao of Heaven and Earth through chance encounters, and that these coincidences can manifest strange phenomena that partially coincide with ancient legends, is yet another form of proof. It seems to suggest that these seemingly absurd ancient legends are not entirely unfounded.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with the current battle of geniuses. The city where the legendary emperor who ruled the Netherworld resided was indeed extraordinary, but it was just a city. In the extraordinary phenomenon of this Netherworld Dao disciple, there was not a trace of the legendary emperor.

If an imperial figure were to appear, even just an outline, this phenomenon would be far more than just a second-grade event. It would be at least a first-grade event, and might even reach the transcendent immortal level, with the possibility of becoming an immortal.

Therefore, this Netherworld Dao disciple, who had jumped out to block the way for some unknown reason, was now struggling to deal with the omnipresent lightning. Her magical power was greatly depleted in the process, and her face became increasingly pale, even devoid of any human color.

There was no chance of victory, because her opponent was overwhelming her with superhuman magical power. She could handle each individual bolt of lightning, but when these bolts formed a sea of ​​lightning, endlessly and overwhelmingly striking down, she could only struggle to cope.

"..."

Situ Yan pursed her lips, and shook the Soul-Capturing Bell in her hand more frequently, but this time it was not an attack, but a means of self-defense.

Her gaze pierced through the thunder and lightning, and she saw it. The young man sitting on the five-colored deer, leisurely surveying his surroundings, didn't even glance at her.

She was ignored!

Once again!

It has always been like this, from birth to cultivation, and even as she grew up, it remained the same. Even if she desperately tried to catch up and put in ten or a hundred times the effort, those born extraordinary could easily make her efforts a joke with a wave of their hand.

"elder sister!"

A voice, elegant and pure, like a mountain spring, yet tinged with a hint of anxiety, rang out.

Then, an overwhelming cloud of dark mist surged from the heavens and earth, instantly pushing aside the raging sea of ​​lightning. The girl, already somewhat disheveled, with her black dress slightly torn and her face scorched, turned her head to look at the exquisite figure that had appeared beside her at some unknown time, and smiled helplessly.

"Little sister! I've caused you trouble again!"

"Don't say that, you've already tried your best."

The girl's voice sounded anxious, as if she didn't want to see her sister so dejected.

“Feng Bingwen has the innate Five Elements Dao Body, and is destined to become an immortal. It’s already very impressive that you were able to fight him.”

"But he only made one move!"

Situ Yan sighed inwardly but did not say it aloud; her eyes, however, regained their dark gleam.

Effort? What's the use of effort? Even if a mediocre person fights to the death and sheds hundreds of drops of blood, it's still not as good as a single drop of sweat left by a true genius.

"Um?"

At the same time, Feng Bingwen, who had already dismounted from the Five-Colored Deer Flower Morning Glory, looked at the Netherworld Mist Tide that had separated this world from his Thunder Sea. His eyes reflected a pair of beautiful sisters, and he showed amazement and admiration.

He had not specifically cultivated any supernatural abilities to enhance his eyesight, but his Dao body was born with the ability to see through illusions. After being infused with immortal spiritual energy, his ability to break through illusions and dispel the fog of confusion became even stronger.

Thus, he also clearly saw the figure that had silently appeared beside Situ Yan. The faint pressure it exerted on him confirmed that this was the Dao Child of the Netherworld Path. However, he hadn't expected her to be such a gentle girl.

According to the information he had gathered, this Daozi should be a decisive and ruthless man, after all, she had actually killed a Longbo giant alive. So fierce, yet she turned out to be a woman.

Thinking this, her bloodshot eyes met Feng Bingwen's scrutinizing gaze, and the world before her was instantly stained with a layer of blood, with terrifying pagoda illusions appearing one after another before her eyes.

Well, take back what I just thought. This Netherworld Daoist's gentleness is only for a specific small group of people. As for someone like him, you can tell just by looking at his eyes.

roar!

Without any communication or warning, accompanied by a battle roar that resounded through the mountains and rivers, a colossal figure, majestic as a mountain and towering as a ridge, appeared.

Longbo Kingdom, candidate for king, champion!

Upon seeing this familiar figure, Feng Bingwen's eyes revealed a hint of surprise, because this giant was not the "zombie" he had imagined; he was not dead.

More accurately, the giant's body was still alive. His surging blood energy was so strong that even his lightning could not strike, and the deathly mist was dispersed and annihilated. However, his eyes only showed the purest and most ardent fighting spirit, nothing else.

“Feng Bingwen, my father has ordered me to remove you from the heavens and the earth.”

A youthful yet chilling voice rang in Feng Bingwen's ears, followed by a landscape of white bones unfolding before his eyes.

"I didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but I've changed my mind now!"