"The underworld..."
These two words were like words being squeezed out of a throat, and Shan Hou's face became extremely gloomy.
About the battle that destroyed the underworld countless eons ago.
It is very impressive.
Even a third-step warrior as strong as it was was just a drop in the ocean in that battle.
More than three hundred dukes, led by the two kings, attacked.
The scene is grand and magnificent.
It also remembered who the person in front of it was.
"One of the Four Ghost Emperors, Yang Yun."
Let’s talk about Yang Yun.
Countless eons have passed.
It has almost forgotten the other party.
I didn't expect that I would remember it again now.
This is a terrible way to fight.
Fortunately, it didn't fight against Yang Yun at that time.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to stand here safely now.
It has already stayed in the underworld forever, becoming a nameless skeleton.
"So you..."
Shan Hou was gloomy.
"You remnants of the underworld, how dare you act so recklessly in my land now?"
Shan Hou felt much more relaxed at this moment.
If it's the underworld, then everything makes sense.
It is also safe to seek support.
The remaining evildoers in the underworld can all be exterminated.
"disease!"
An extremely powerful beam of light burst out from the vortex.
The whole body is extremely dark.
It's like all the darkness of the night has been concentrated into it.
There was an inexplicable feeling coming from the ground.
It was as if someone was sending a signal.
The rumbling continued.
Beams of light shot out quickly from all directions, creating a spectacular scene.
Almost all the princes in the area responded.
"I have already passed on all the information here through the strange pillar. The other princes will come to help soon."
"By then, even if these two remnants of the underworld have three heads and arms, they won't be able to escape."
"It's a pity that my king is still asleep, otherwise how could these two jumping clowns have the chance to show off their power?"
Shan Hou shook his head in his heart.
The prince here is King Beimang.
Thirty thousand years ago, King Beimang fell into a deep sleep for unknown reasons, seemingly for cultivation, or for other reasons.
However.
The worship cannot stop for a moment.
All the evil that came from the sacrifices were taken in by it like a whale swallowing it.
"Quick victory."
Yang Yun also noticed this.
It doesn't take a lot of time.
I'm afraid that other strange princes will come soon.
They can't be dragged down here.
“Drink!”
Yang Yun roared, his clothes were torn to pieces, his hair was standing on end, and white light suddenly shot out of his eyes.
Two bronze chains appeared around his wrists.
Frost began to spread over his body at this moment.
His breath began to become extremely terrifying.
It was like a ferocious beast that had stood at the beginning of chaos, now slowly reviving and revealing its majesty to the world.
"Thousand Clouds Broken!"
A huge Dharma body appeared behind Yang Yun, with the same appearance as him, and the same angry hair and crown.
Accompanied by his loud shout.
The 괗 people moved together with a rumble.
The extremely terrifying Dharma body smashed down towards the vortex where the Mountain Marquis was.
Everything along the way is visualized.
Then it dissipated.
Shan Hou's expression changed rapidly, and his two huge red eyes showed fear.
This feeling.
This feeling.
It felt death.
"No!"
Shan Hou roared unwillingly.
All means come together at this moment.
You need to wait a little longer.
Other princes can rush here to help it.
It can then work with other princes to strangle all these damned remnants of the underworld.
How can I lose a thing now?
Shan Hou roared.
But its roar seemed so pale in front of this fist.
The terrifying vortex was enormous.
Yang Yun's Dharma body was not willing to be outdone.
Almost a punch.
It completely broke the spine of the vortex, splitting it into two.
Shan Hou was hit hard.
Both halves of the body were forced to materialize!
The body began to slowly dissipate.
It can't even move to another place to condense its body.
Because this time it has no body to dissipate and disintegrate.
놙Can be in endless panic, fear and reluctance.
I watched myself gradually transform into the smallest grain of sand and disappear into the world.
It doesn't understand.
Why are the strength and aura of the attackers similar?
As a result, it was beaten up without any chance to fight back.
Endless questions shrouded its heart at this moment.
But it is destined to be unable to think about the answer to this question.
The dissipation of its body allows its consciousness to become more and more powerful.
Until there is nothing left.
Its head is like a gear without oil and can no longer turn.
In the mad unwillingness.
It disappeared.
Maybe death.
Or maybe eternal exile.
Exiled into countless pieces of Ganges sand, there is no possibility of ever gathering again in this life.
This is Yang Yun’s victory.
This is an undoubted victory.
"It took a bit of effort."
Yang Yun felt sorry for this outcome.
Neither Qian Yunji nor Bai Yun Qianji could allow him to exert his full strength.
He was missing his most important weapon.
It collapsed countless eons ago.
He needs to be re-refined.
“Well done.”
Hua Wujue nodded.
Regarding Yang Yun’s performance.
Hua Wujue is quite recognized.
Until this battle.
Yang Yun, who had just recovered, did a remarkable job. He almost slaughtered the strange dukes of the same realm, which was worthy of praise.
Yang Yun's face lit up with joy.
He was very happy to receive Hua Wujue's praise.
I was just about to clasp my fists and say something.
However, strange phenomena began to appear in the sky.
That arm that blocked out the sun, with a dry and rotten look, tore apart his white cloud.
The air was filled with terror.
Covered by dark clouds.
Two sharp horns gradually emerged, and then a ferocious face appeared, half crying and half laughing, which was extremely weird.
With crying and laughing...
It is coming fast...