Chapter 586: Emperor Dongyue appears and Emperor Dongyue leaves
"You have offended the majesty of heaven and deserve to be punished!"
"However, I have come forth with my heavenly army, intending to unify the world again. This is the time to employ men."
"If you sincerely repent and serve as my vanguard, conquering the world for me, I will be magnanimous and generous in rewarding you, making you second only to the emperor."
"Achieve unparalleled military exploits, and I will grant you the opportunity to transcend and enjoy the eternal path!"
"otherwise."
"Thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, where you will be consumed by the crimson lotus fire day and night, burning your soul and gnawing at your heart, tormented for eternity!"
The eyes of Emperor Dongyue swept across the battlefield that had come to a brief standstill, paused briefly on the lifeless corpses of the three Yamas, and finally fixed on Lu Wenwu.
The two sides just collided.
The Emperor Dongyue knew it in his heart.
Even if he acted hastily, even if he was still seriously injured, it would not be easy for him to take the attack.
This person might be a bit tricky, no less than the Hedao Immortal Venerable in the Immortal Court of ancient times.
And he is a top combat force not far from the supreme realm.
While Emperor Dongyue was making harsh remarks, Lu Wenwu was also observing him silently.
[Emperor Dongyue (quasi-immortal)]: 68 billion/210 billion
【Cultivation】: Half-step Supreme
[Current Status]: Severely injured, damaged origin, damaged soul, authority in the underworld, mastery of the world, law fusion, law of reincarnation,
[Analysis]: He was severely injured in the battle with the Immortal Court in the past, and his origin was severely damaged. After being sealed, he secretly changed the world and gave birth to the Soul-Devouring Law. He tried to heal himself with the spiritual power of all living beings and tried to return to the peak. However, the effect was not good due to the long duration of the Dharma Ending Age. Now he broke the seal to save his subordinates, and his injuries were further aggravated.
Lu Wenwu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the excitement on his face subsided slightly.
Undoubtedly, Emperor Dongyue is very powerful.
He has surpassed the third stage of ascension to the Godhood and reached a terrifying level of cultivation that is about to enter the fairyland.
This is undoubtedly the strongest person Lu Wenwu has actually seen in these years, and he has already touched the realm of eternal immortality.
But that is the most ideal situation.
The actual combat power of the current Emperor Dongyue may not be really strong.
After a million years of training, his health is only a quarter of what it was at its peak.
This is definitely a serious blow.
With such a serious old illness on his body, it is probably a huge question mark as to how much combat power the Emperor of Dongyue, who has already stepped half a foot into the realm of immortals, can exert.
The ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma image stands tall in Fengdu, reaching up to the sky and the earth.
Amidst the howling cold wind, the Great Emperor Dongyue continuously emitted an extremely powerful aura, as if announcing his return to the world, declaring that this vast underworld once again had its master.
If someone else came, he would probably be intimidated by his aura that was intimidating without even getting angry.
But in Lu Wenwu's opinion, this seemed a bit like trying to cover up one's own fault.
It's like a paper tiger that breaks at the slightest touch.
The feeling from the previous fight with him was very obvious.
Is it strong?
powerful.
But it is not as overwhelmingly strong as imagined.
What's more, if the being in front of him was really in peak condition, why would he waste time talking to himself about surrender?
The Emperor Dongyue, in his peak state, slapped him in the face. Even if he, Xiaobao, Maomao, and the skinny Gris joined forces, they might not be able to withstand the next blow.
Quasi-immortal, that is a status that is almost equivalent to a big world!
The entire world was pressing down on him with all its might. Lu Wenwu had already experienced that kind of immense pressure once before in the previous dungeon.
It's really not good.
Can the seriously injured Emperor Dongyue unleash power equivalent to the world?
If you don't risk your life and don't want to pay the price, it probably won't work.
in this way
Then let’s deal with the person in front of us first, and then discuss other things!
Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu turned his head to look at the inherently evil old ghost Gris.
The black crystal skull's eyes were dancing with soul fire as it also looked in his direction.
"Muscle barbarian, how about we join forces to defeat this ignorant paper tiger native, and then we can each rely on our own abilities?" Gris said sinisterly, gnashing his teeth.
Lu Wenwu chuckled: "That's exactly what I want."
The two of them had no intention of hiding anything from anyone and sang in unison.
The frank and unconcealed words clearly reached the ears of Emperor Dongyue.
In an instant, his face turned gloomy, as if water was dripping out of it.
“Very good!”
The Emperor of Dongyue was so angry that his jet-black hair and beard began to turn gray and white, moving without wind.
Like an angry lion with its hair and beard standing tall.
A chilling wind suddenly arose outside Fengdu Ghost City, and blood-brown clouds gathered, pressing down on the dragon pillars on the city walls, causing them to creak.
"Die, you bold lunatic!"
Amidst the roar, Emperor Dongyue merged his own Dharma form, his aura surged, and the monstrous murderous intent flooded the entire world.
The imperial sword in his hand passed through layers of space, and the thick fog of death like miasma was condensed layer by layer by the sword intent, turning into a sky-high sword light that came to kill.
"Fortunately, the purity is higher than I imagined."
Lu Wenwu showed a grim smile, and his body suddenly grew in size, turning into a giant rising from the ground, with a blood-red ocean behind him stretching across the sky.
"I'm already getting excited!"
The blood turned into a spiral and wrapped around the fist. The thick dragon scales cut through the sticky miasma. Lu Wenwu's fist with bulging joints was wrapped in blood-colored fist energy, which shattered the monstrous sword intent that was slashed out by the Emperor of Dongyue.
The thick fog of death that turned into sword light collapsed with a sound, and a mushroom cloud-like impact cloud exploded between the sky and the earth shrouded in blood.
In the mist, a faint blue soul fire rose from the empty eye sockets of the black crystal skull. The thin figure was looming, and the collision of fine joints made a rustling sound like the gnawing of a poisonous insect.
"You only fight muscle barbarians, and you look down on me?"
While the two were fighting, Gris rushed to the front of Emperor Dongyue. His left hand was wrapped with half of a soul-binding chain that he had picked up at some unknown time, and the black crystal round shield was fixed on his forearm.
Wherever the three-foot black crystal sword in his right hand passed, the power of death condensed to the extreme burst out, and countless tiny gray ice crystal fragments condensed in the air because of this extreme coldness.
That was the aftermath of the previous explosion of sword intent that was frozen!
"When did you come so quickly?"
Seeing that the opponent's sword intent was right in front of him, the Emperor Dongyue was shocked, and his body staggered backward, with protective divine light bursting out from his body.
It's not like ordinary sword cultivators who hurt people with sword light and sword intent.
Gris's black crystal skeleton body also follows the path of body refining, but it is not as strong as Lu Wenwu's.
Even so, the power is still astonishing.
The sword intent and sword light were restrained, and the black crystal-colored long sword slashed down fiercely, cutting the protective divine light into two halves as easily as a hot knife cutting butter.
Then, the unstoppable sword force continued to move forward without slowing down, heading towards the head of Emperor Dongyue.
"Bold traitor!"
Seeing that he could no longer dodge, Emperor Dongyue lowered his body instantly, and countless lines burst out from his head and turned into chains, interweaving into a quagmire-like hysteresis force field.
“KANG!”
The roar of metal colliding was heard, and a dark golden meteor flew out from the center of the collision.
The tassel of the crown with coiled snake pattern that was cut off by Gris's sword fell into the moat, and the stirred up black water flooded over the bleeding forehead of Emperor Dongyue.
Without the restraint of the crown, although he was still hidden in the Dharma image, he could not hide his disheveled look.
A black bloodstain cut off half of his left eyebrow, and even a tuft of hair was missing.
Perhaps Gris's sword was saved because the Emperor's crown erupted in a last-ditch defense before it was about to be scrapped, which prevented the head of Emperor Dongyue from suffering a serious blow and almost made it count as if he was unharmed.
But it is extremely insulting.
When will an emperor have disheveled hair and lose all dignity?
When you are in a dangerous situation and in a miserable state!
"I swear to kill you!"
The eyes of the Great Emperor Dongyue were bloodshot, his long, mottled black and gray hair had completely lost its color, and the imperial seal in his hand shone brightly.
A rich blood-red light burst out, and his flesh and blood began to dry up visibly, but the power that erupted from his body became more and more powerful.
The impact brought by the explosion of breath alone was no less than the storm caused by manipulating the law of wind. Countless ghost soldiers and the martial saints of the two tribes were blown to and fro and could no longer continue fighting.
The thick black fog surrounded the entire world, and the entire world was suppressed by an invisible force, as if being in a quagmire, making it almost impossible to move.
Emperor Dongyue stepped out with a sword in hand, and in an instant he crossed layers of space and appeared behind the pursuing Lu Wenwu.
He wanted to intercept, but was forced to move away by an irresistible force.
It’s as if the heaven and earth have carved out an exclusive territory that no one else can enter.
"Can the Yin soldiers borrow the road like this?"
In just a moment, Lu Wenwu suddenly realized and his control over the laws of space became more flexible.
By combining the power of the world of space and the underworld and narrowing the range to allow only one person to pass through, it is possible to forcibly create a space channel that can ignore the collision volume and flash to the destination.
What a clever way to use it.
Lu Wenwu sighed in his heart, with a hint of pity in his eyes.
It clearly has almost infinite endurance, but it has been forced to this point.
Is it because his original injury continues to worsen and he is no longer able to perform more powerful moves?
Or maybe.
This deserted, empty and desolate underworld has lost its energy system circulation for too long and can no longer serve as a core of power to support a battle of this intensity?
"Your purity has decreased!"
Lu Wenwu grinned fiercely, and a low roar like a fight between a dragon and a tiger burst out from his throat. Suddenly, dark flame patterns appeared on his muscular back.
The ground of Hades exploded into a huge hole under his footsteps. He rushed forward towards the sword intent in the sky, and the power of the endless sea of blood bloomed to the fullest.
As the fist force tore through the clouds, it left behind countless scarlet afterimages, and the sword light that connected the sky and the earth exploded like rain.
Each drop of liquid, as powerless as a drop of water, contained the pure sword intent that was shattered by Lu Wenwu.
An ordinary martial saint, if he were to get even a little bit of it, would have his whole body torn apart by the powerful aura contained in it, and there would be almost no way to resist it.
The only way to fight against it is extremely strong physical defense.
As long as one's body is tempered to a level comparable to that of immortal weapons, ordinary moves will not be able to leave even the slightest trace on it, and naturally one will not fear any bloody storm.
While Lu Wenwu was breaking through the sword rain of Emperor Dongyue, Gris emerged from the thick fog, and the soul-binding chain covered with black crystals took the opportunity to entangle the arm of Emperor Dongyue.
The black crystal sword was like a swimming dragon, stabbing along the path where the chain was climbing.
"You bastard! How dare you insult me!"
The Great Emperor Dongyue's hair and beard were standing tall, and fire seemed to be spitting out of his eyes.
Even though his reaction was extremely fast and he cast spells for defense, Gris was, after all, a swordsman, and his strength was not much inferior to that of the normal Lu Wenwu.
The overwhelmingly powerful force was transmitted along the crystal clear bones to the sword body. The phantom of the golden bell formed by the interweaving of the Dao patterns and laws only delayed it for half a second before it shattered without any remaining force.
The fierce sword force swept across, and most of the black robe sleeve embroidered with the sunrise of Mount Tai disappeared along with the flesh from the upper arm to the shoulder, revealing the eerie white bones.
Blood splattered, and the life force of Emperor Dongyue, which was already dwindling, was further reduced.
Even though he tried his best to dodge, one of his hands was locked by the opponent, and a sword attack was coming almost face to face. Where could he hide?
If it were in the ancient times when immortality flourished and the world was complete, he could easily suppress Gris by mobilizing the law of reincarnation with a thought, let alone allowing the other party to bully him.
Now the heaven and earth are broken, the great way is incomplete, and the underworld and the world of the living have just been reconnected for a few hours.
Even as powerful as the Law of Reincarnation, its full power cannot be fully exerted.
A fallen phoenix is no better than a chicken.
This is the shortcoming of Hedao.
When he is strong, he is really strong, and when he is weak, he is really weak.
People like Lu Wenwu and Gris who construct their own laws to practice and control may be weaker in terms of endurance and power limit.
But there will never be a situation where the heaven and earth are shattered and the combat power is greatly reduced.
The great power comes from oneself, and one's own strength is the real truth.
"Brainless barbarian, kill him!"
Gris let out a series of mental screams, and the broken soul-binding chains, after being temporarily repaired by it, almost grew into his body.
Now the other end was deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of Emperor Dongyue, completely binding him to himself.
"Use your inherently evil old Gris ghost to teach me how to do things?"
Naturally, Lu Wenwu would not miss such a good opportunity. Flames and thunder intertwined on his left hand, and a huge sun rose above his right fist. Tiny black and red thunders flashed all over his body.
The wheel of merit behind him was spinning above the endless sea of blood. The seventh gate to heaven had already opened a crack, madly unleashing his astonishing physical strength.
"Taste my punch!"
Thunder and fire merged together, and Lu Wenwu roared and punched the old wound on the chest and abdomen of Emperor Dongyue.
The violent force instantly destroyed all defenses on his body. The fist forged by the law completely injected the power of annihilation into his soul. The temporarily repaired soul-binding chains were instantly shattered into powder by the slight impact that escaped.
Without any pressure, Lu Wenwu delivered a blow that was almost at the peak of his control. The force hardly leaked out and was completely thrown into the opponent's body.
The body of Emperor Dongyue crashed into Fengdu, and the terrifying power that could destroy the world was released at this time.
The tattered flag with the word "ghost" on it fluttered and rustled in the strong wind, and the roar of the air waves briefly silenced the heaven and earth.
Fengdu Ghost City collapsed!
In the ruins, the imperial seal released bursts of red light, trying to repair the broken and old body.
Although the surface did not look serious, with just a lot of crisscrossing cracks and burnt black, the inside had actually been almost shattered by Lu Wenwu's punch.
If it weren't for his powerful cultivation and the authority of heaven and earth, he would have exploded into a pile of rotten meat long ago.
The bloody fingers of Emperor Dongyue trembled as he seemed to want to outline some Taoist patterns in the void.
But as a fist that almost covered the sky and the sun grew larger in his sight, he seemed to realize something, and then he put down his strong hand and smiled miserably.
"After all, it's still a matter of one move."
At this point, the hand that was still tightly grasping the seal representing the highest authority in the underworld slowly loosened its grip, and the red light with healing effects was no longer released.
From the moment his fingers left the seal, they aged at an incredible speed.
Then, it collapsed piece by piece.
The flaming fist fell, blasting away all sin and evil, and burying all past history.
The Great Emperor Dongyue fell.
(End of this chapter)
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