Ao Xin, transformed into a white dragon, roared, "Zhang Ling, I give you my life. The East China Sea Dragon Clan will never let you down! I am willing to live and die with you!"
Fashan clasped his hands together and said, "Your Excellency has a favor to me, and I have reasons to help Your Excellency. As the Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
"The Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
"Daluo spell!"
"World-honored Ksitigarbha, Prajnaparamita Buddhas."
"Prajnaparamita mahong!"
…
Suddenly, the two Ghost Emperors attacked Zhang Ling together and rushed over to kill him.
puff!
Zhang Ling burned his blood and essence, fighting with all his might, using Yu Linglong and Qinglian to defend himself, but he also spat out a large mouthful of blood, and flew backwards hundreds of feet like a kite with a broken string.
"Zhang Ling, hand over your soul and stop making noise, otherwise I will kill you according to the rules of the underworld!"
"Zhang Ling, hurry up and leave. I'll be your rearguard!"
Ao Xin and Fashan stood in front of the two Ghost Emperors, especially Fashan, whose Buddha light was so bright and his power of Xuanxian caused considerable trouble to the Ghost Emperor.
But soon, King Pingdeng, King Zhuanlun, King Chujiang, Water Emperor of Nanjiang and the God of Duyang Lake all attacked Zhang Ling.
Ao Xin transformed into a white dragon and grew his body, blocking the way and resisting with all his might.
"Don't harm his life, or the Dragon King of the East China Sea will come after us! Let's go around! The Water God of Duyang Lake and I will hold the dragon son back."
The Water Emperor of Nanjiang quickly sent a message to everyone.
puff--
Zhang Ling lay on the ground and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood again. The blood and essence he had consumed earlier had caused his temples to turn white, giving him a hint of vicissitudes of life.
He was determined not to hand over Nian Wuwang's soul. Once he handed it over, he would no longer be able to convict the Nanjiang Water Emperor, the Duyang Lake God, or even the King of Equality!
As the saying goes: Pull out the radish and you'll get the dirt.
Not only does he want to pull out all the dirt, he also wants to fill up all the holes!
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Ling's mind, but he was also thinking that the road of the God of Good and Evil was about to end.
He had imagined countless scenarios of dying midway, either being killed by a great demon or assassinated by some sacred being.
But I didn't expect it to be this situation.
Zhang Ling looked silently at Ao Xin and Fashan who were still fighting, his expression was sad. There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
How could he fall down when his best friend was still fighting?
I still have one last trump card, Zhu Xian!
Although I can't break this deadlock for myself, at least I can kill the person who deserves to die!
He was reluctant to use this move earlier because it would affect the entire body. Once this move was used, there would be no turning back. King Pingdeng, Emperor Nanjiang Water, and the God of Duyang Lake would surely die under this sword!
But in this case, they probably will not be judged by the Heavenly Court for Nian Wuwang's crimes. Instead, they may be swallowed up and become so-called heroes fighting for the underworld.
As for Nian Wuwang’s own sins, I’m afraid they will seem insignificant by then.
This possibility cannot be ruled out, and the probability is even very high.
This is a situation that Zhang Ling does not want to see.
There were so many thoughts at this moment, but they were all gone in less than half a breath, like a flash of lightning.
But he felt a heat in his sleeve, and a scroll of sword notes floated out on its own, and thirty-six little thunder eagles flapped their wings and flew out.
"Zhang Ling, Zhang Ling, what's wrong with you?"
"Wuwuwu... Which bad guy beat Zhang Ling like this? We want revenge!"
"Yes! Revenge!"
"That's right, revenge!"
"Revenge! Revenge..."
The little ones surrounded Zhang Ling with tears in their eyes, feeling extremely distressed. They stretched out their wings to touch his forehead or cheeks, and huge tears fell straight down, eventually turning into shining pearls with the aura of thunder.
Zhang Ling endured his injuries and comforted the little Thunder Pengs. He was about to give it a try and unleash his Zhu Xian Wuque supernatural power when a clumsy monkey head appeared beside him and said, "Zhang Ling!"
Lively monkey?
Isn't this a lively monkey?
Zhang Ling was stunned. He didn't expect that the lively monkey would also appear in the underworld.
What happened today? Why did all my old friends come to the underworld to help me?
He didn't give any prior notice, why did this happen?
The lively monkey took out something from his body and put it into Zhang Ling's mouth. It melted in his mouth and his spiritual energy surged. His originally white hair instantly turned black and shiny, and his serious injuries were almost healed.
Immediately, the lively monkey took out another object and placed it in Zhang Ling's hand. This object was green all over, like a vine or creeper, with smooth roots and small green leaves entwined and extending. It was pure and flawless, with faint fluorescent spots of crystal. It was indeed a green vine!
Zhang Ling stood up, his mind moved, and he felt that he had an inseparable fate with this thing.
He immediately grasped the green vine, injected immortal power into it, and instantly felt the supreme power contained in this object, so he left a spiritual imprint on it.
The next second, the green vine recognized its master, acting like an arm or a servant, connecting with his mind.
The young man in green called out the green lotus, and then two rays of green rainbow light from the green lotus and green vine flew and circled around his body. His strength increased greatly, and he felt a new sensation in his mind.
From a distance, the thirty-six little thunder eagles were seen shouting "revenge" in angry voices as they flew towards the void above, with the wordless sword scroll following closely behind.
Zhang Ling wanted to call them back, but suddenly he realized that the new feeling he had just felt had its source here!
I saw thirty-six little thunder pengs forming some kind of formation, and the wordless sword scroll was unfolded, turning into transparent and faint light and shadow, and like ripples in the water, suddenly covering the entire underworld!
Zhang Ling suddenly had an epiphany, and within a moment he understood everything.
[Perfect Great Divine Power: Zhu Xian, Zhu Xian Sword Formation]
It turned out that the wordless sword scroll was indeed a formation diagram, and it was extremely precious.
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