Chapter 467

Prime Minister Chen stared at Zong Ze intently.

The expression was extremely complicated.

"This netherworld power is a branch of the great attribute of death. It deprives people of vitality and is extremely overbearing."

"And the common five elements of mutual generation and mutual restraint have little effect on it."

"This unique body of heaven and earth is even more powerful than the legend says."

He looked at Zong Ze's indifferent expression and felt an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart.

This feeling only occurred to him thousands of years ago when his cultivation was still low and he faced those who were much stronger than him.

"This child..."

"The body of a tyrant, the tyrant of Western Chu, the treasure house of the Immortal Dynasty..."

A trace of greed actually arose in his heart.

Among all the forces in the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.

Since ancient times, there has been an unwritten rule.

If the elders of a sect try to seize the talents and opportunities of their disciples, they will be attacked by people all over the world.

If the masters and elders were to savagely rob the opportunities of their disciples and grandchildren, then the Taoist traditions of the world would eventually disappear.

The sects and immortal dynasties will have no successors, and in the end, the human forces in the entire Continent of Ten Thousand Gods will fall.

It has a bit of the meaning of fish in a dry pond.

Of course, there is another reason.

That is the Son of Fortune. The fortune of a person with destiny is extremely strong, and he is often accompanied by powerful protectors!

If you kill someone by force, the laws of nature will often interfere and some unexpected situations will occur.

However, the opportunity that Zong Ze has in front of him is really too tempting.

He is the only overlord from ancient times to the present!

Among them, there must be opportunities to become a saint or even a god.

Moreover, Prime Minister Chen can be sure that Zong Ze definitely does not have any powerful protectors around him!

The treasure trove of Baba's inheritance is missing, and it is very likely that Baba's body is needed to lead it.

It has only been a few days since Zong Ze got into trouble. If he really had obtained the protector left by Gu Baba, he would not have been escorted here by the Supreme Elder of the Tianzong Holy Land today.

As for the Tianzong Holy Land, when you count carefully, it is not worth mentioning!

"Why not...find an opportunity to trick Zong Ze away, rob him of his opportunity, and then frame the Huangsha tribe..."

In his mind, thoughts were surging and thousands of calculations flashed through his mind.

…

At this time, the fight on the field changed again.

Zong Ze swept away all the murderous power in his body, destroying thousands of ghosts.

With a flip and a press of his palms, eighty-one murderous forces surged out of his body.

In front of him, the shadows of eighty-one blood-armored cavalrymen appeared.

These eighty-one riders were wearing heavy armor and riding blood-stained divine horses.

Each one of them is extraordinary and majestic.

The eighty-one riders seemed to be a whole, able to crush everything in front of them.

This is exactly the Haier cavalry of Chu Baba!

The Haier were an ancient tribe from ancient times.

Very good at riding and shooting.

The so-called Hu clothing in the standard of Hu clothing and horse riding refers to the Haier people.

The rebel army of Chu Baba originally did not have an organized cavalry unit.

Many of the troops came here through conquests.

Among them, Haier Cavalry only had a total of more than a thousand horses.

However, these more than a thousand cavalrymen killed the troops under Emperor Ying and made them terrified!

At this moment, seeing this imposing ancient cavalry reappear in the world, everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

Then, Zong Ze pointed his finger, and the eighty-one cavalry shadows began to gallop wildly.

After running a few steps, it turned into blood-red streams of light.

They all rushed towards Yuan Wen!

The power of each blood-colored stream of light was enough to kill the Gray Wolf Warrior Shaloda in the Golden Pagoda Temple that day!

However, such an attack was not enough to kill Yuan Wen.

However, the continuous streams of blood also forced him to retreat again and again.

The Netherworld Energy that protected his body was broken down layer by layer and became increasingly thinner.

It seemed as if it was going to completely disappear.

"The body of Tyrant can automatically attract the killing power and spiritual power between heaven and earth as a supplement. The internal energy is endless. You must not fight him for a long time!"

Yuan Wen is well aware of the power of the Overlord's body.

The broken sword in his hand turned and transformed into a dark sword wheel, which cut through the blood-colored streams of light transformed from the phantoms of Haier's cavalry.

Then he reached out and tapped the belt lightly.

“Zheng!”

A bright golden light rose from his hand.

An ancient and sacred golden hook scepter appeared in his hand.

As soon as this scepter came out.

All the blood-colored lights melted after being illuminated by it.

"The Scepter of Hades?"

"No, it should be just a counterfeit of the Scepter of Hades, but it is very delicately made and should be a sacrificial ceremonial vessel used by the ancient desert god."

Zong Ze narrowed his eyes.

Because he followed his great-grandfather Zong Qitian in fighting against the Huangsha tribe in the western border since he was a child.

So I also looked up a lot of information about desert gods.

In addition, Zong Shen once left a nine-story cultural tower full of classics to the holy land.

The number of classic books collected there is so large that it is difficult to count them all.

Naturally, it also includes many records about the Huangsha gods.

Although this counterfeit Scepter of Hades is not as powerful as a divine weapon, it is both offensive and defensive and can make up for Yuan Wen's shortcomings in defense.

With it protecting him, Yuan Wen was confident that he could chop off Zong Ze's head with the broken sword of Po Jun within ten breaths.

"Humph, so what if you have the body of a Tyrant? Without the Tyrant's magic weapon and the treasure of Tyrant's inheritance, what can you use to fight me?"

"call out!"

His figure suddenly rose up, like a dancing ghost, surrounding Zong Ze.

The broken sword of Pojun turned into dark chains, strangling him from all directions.

"Hey!"

Zong Ze was not at all panicked.

Instead, he chuckled.

His hand touched his waist.

Immediately, a plain white porcelain large bowl appeared in his hand.

This large bowl was plain and even had a corner missing. It looked just like the large bowl that ordinary people used to drink wine and eat soup.

"Is this Zong Ze's brain frightened?"

"You're actually using such a mortal weapon to fight me?"

Yuan Wen muttered something.

But Zong Ze did not use any spiritual power.

He just picked up the big bowl and swung it towards the broken sword of Pojun that had turned into the dark chains.

“clang!”

A loud crisp sound!

It came from the place where the sea bowl and the broken sword of Pojun collided.

That seemingly ordinary white porcelain bowl was able to block the extremely sharp and fierce weapon, the Broken Army Sword!

There wasn't even a trace of white left on the bowl.

"What...what kind of bowl is this?"

Yuan Wen was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out.

Bowl-like magic weapons are not uncommon.

There are large bowls containing the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

There are bowls made of gold essence, which contain gold, silver and copper plates.

There are also strange bowls filled with various strange spiritual liquids and auras.

A bowl is a container, and most of the time, the things it contains are used to attack.

But this was the first time he had seen such a rough way of using it!

…

On the Qingtian Peak.

In front of the stone table on Dianling Cliff.

Zong Shen was looking at the empty desk and cursing.

"These two unfilial descendants! They drank the old ancestor's wine, took the old ancestor's wine, and finally even took the two large drinking bowls, and took them all away!"

"I, Zong, have been wise all my life, how could I have given birth to two little bastards like you!"

…

Yuan Wen looked at the large bowl in Zong Ze's hand.

I was filled with great surprise and doubt.

The origin of the broken sword of Pojun in his hand has always been a mystery.

Over the years, it has always been invincible and extremely powerful.

Moreover, even if one's cultivation is low, one can still mobilize some of the power of this sword.

General Sima Cuo once said that this sword is in no way inferior to the weapons of ancient gods, and even if it collides with the weapons of gods, it will not be at a disadvantage.

Very magical!

It is hard to imagine the time when the broken sword of Pojun was complete.

It must have supreme power.

But even such a surprise force.

There was no benefit from colliding with the opponent's big white bowl!

At this time, he held the Broken Sword of Pojun in one hand and the Golden Hook Scepter in the other.

Speaking of this ceremonial scepter.

It was once a small item that accompanied the little wolfdog for countless years.

Be stained by its divine radiance.

Gradually it took on some divinity.

Although it cannot be called a magic weapon.

But it is also quite spiritual.

Able to absorb the power of the underworld independently.

Very mysterious.

The sword edge of the underworld appeared again on the broken sword of Pojun.

The golden hook scepter was in the other hand, shining brightly.

After he merged with the Jiyou Daohen, the spiritual power and Netherworld aura in his body were not as inexhaustible as those of the Tiandi Jueti.

But it is also as abundant as a river.

It was enough for him to wield two magical weapons at the same time.

“Bang!”

Zong Ze didn't think so much.

There was no preparation at all for him to use new moves.

He moved his body and stepped forward.

The white porcelain bowl in his hand was waved wildly and slammed repeatedly towards his head.

There is absolutely no order at all.

No martial arts techniques were used.

It's simply a blatant insult to Yuan Wen.

"Damn it, you bastard, how dare you bully me like this!"

"Do you really think your domineering body is invincible?"

The dark energy around Yuan Wen suddenly surged.

Then, myriad Netherworld forces suddenly rose into the sky and transformed into a Netherworld river several meters long!

This is a supreme Taoist method passed down by the ancient desert god.

The true method of rebirth in the quiet and secluded realm!

The holy body of the undead that he inherited is not only the key to unlocking the little wolfdog's inheritance, but also records countless magical magics of the god of the underworld.

Any one of these techniques, when used, can be earth-shattering.

At the same time, one after another, the marks of the underworld appeared on his body.

These marks, the size of copper coins, were very agile, floating and moving all over his body.

The thick netherworld power on his body was completely absorbed by these runes like a whale devouring a necrotic organism.

In the end, it was as if it was branded on his body, and his entire body was covered with the faint light of the mark of the underworld.

If you look closely, each mark looks like the word "death".

It's a wonderful feeling.

Obviously the two scripts are not the same, but anyone who sees this rune can know its meaning.

In the sky, the several-meter-long Netherworld River suddenly swelled several times.

There are netherworld runes flowing back and forth in the river.

"Humph, my holy body of the dead has already been mastered, and all my innate magical powers can be fully utilized. How can a half-baked person like you compare to me?!"

"How about having a taste of my Great Rune of the Netherworld Realm of the Extreme Netherworld!"

Yuan Wen said arrogantly, pointing a finger at Zong Ze.

The dark river dozens of feet long in the sky flowed down like a waterfall.

The sound of countless dead bodies struggling and screaming directly overwhelmed Zong Ze.

The mysterious true god skills combined with his innate supernatural powers are so powerful that it is difficult to describe.

In the Southern Celestial Dynasty, those officers who were at the tenth level of the Dharma Realm all looked pale and sweaty.

If they faced such an attack, they would find it difficult to resist.

His move completely replaced qualitative change with quantitative change.

Condense the ordinary Netherworld power into Netherworld runes.

Although the quality cannot be compared with the higher level Netherworld Qi and Netherworld Divine Power, the quantity is much greater.

It is enough to make up for the lack of cultivation level.

This move can completely kill masters who are several levels higher than him.

"Captain Yuan Wen's talent is too terrifying. If another two or three years pass, I'm afraid we generals won't be his match!"

A lieutenant general of the vanguard camp sighed.

In the Southern Sky Immortal Dynasty, any soldier who has reached the fourteenth level of the Dharma Realm and the state of soul leaving the body.

You can choose to serve as a general in the military camp.

Become the backbone of the Immortal Dynasty.

After all, gifted geniuses are a minority.

In an entire state with a population of trillions, there are only a few talented young men.

Countless people stop at the realm of warriors, unable to make any progress, and can only become mortals.

Even transcending the mortal realm and entering the realm of law is so difficult. Anyone who can cultivate to the fourteenth level of the realm of law has already defeated countless people of the same level.

It is a very valuable talent.

Just when those generals were sighing.

Yuan Wen’s long river of Netherworld runes has been constantly impacting Zong Ze.

He was forced to retreat again and again.

Then the long river of the underworld wrapped Zong Ze up like a black silk cloth.

It kept circulating, wearing away the killing power shield on his body.

Although the body of heaven and earth is tyrannical.

But it is not truly invincible.

The ancient desert god of the underworld, a little wolf-dog.

Although he is an alien god of the underworld, he is also a true god with divinity and devout believers.

Although he may not be as strong as the Overlord of Western Chu, he is also one of the most powerful people in the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.

How can we underestimate its inherited skills?

Faced with the innate magical powers of the Holy Body of the Undead and the Great Runes of the Netherworld of the Netherworld, he found it extremely difficult to resist.

The protective killing power became weaker and weaker, as if it would disappear at any time.

The corners of his white coat had begun to turn black and corrode.

Just a few millimeters away from corroding his flesh.

But his expression remained calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

It was as if he was not the one haunted by the ghost.

If it weren't for the magical power of the body of heaven and earth, he would have been drained of his vitality and become a dead soul in heaven and earth.

"You still dare to hold on like this, I think you are not a tyrant, but a tortoise!"

"I am the one with great luck, and I will eventually crush you. Even if you get a chance to defy the heavens, you are just a stepping stone for me!"

Yuan Wen said arrogantly as he looked at Zong Ze, who was trapped in the Netherworld River and seemed unable to resist.

"Old friend, you are finally here."

Zong Ze's clear, flute-like voice penetrated through the layers of the dark river.

Yuan Wen was puzzled.

"Frightened and begging for mercy?"

"Old friend, I am indeed your old friend!"

Just when he was feeling very proud.

Above everyone's head, a scarlet meteor was approaching at high speed.

At first it is only the size of a sesame seed.

Then it grew bigger and bigger.

With an aura of dominance that can destroy the world.

It instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Prime Minister Chen frowned.

"Are stars falling?"

Just when he was about to let everyone hide in the city defense formation.

Zong Ze, however, floated up against the long river of the underworld and flew towards the fiery red meteor!

(End of this chapter)