The Alliance of Gods is a chaotic ancient area hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the base of the human race’s expansion department.

This is a dangerous area covering hundreds of thousands of kilometers. It was once destroyed by an unknown war and contains many relics of ancient civilizations.

At this time, at the edge of the ancient chaotic area covered with yellow sand, a distorted shadow of a building emerged in the sky tens of thousands of meters high, magnificent and spectacular like a heavenly palace.

And below the shadow of the building is a barren Gobi desert with weathered rocks and crisscrossing canyons.

At this time, the atmosphere in this area was very serious. Many figures emitting the aura of the Eighth Heaven and the Ninth Heaven were scattered on the cliffs of the canyons.

In addition, in the distance, there were more than a dozen powerful figures exuding a mythical aura standing above the sky, confronting each other.

roar!

In a canyon that was tens of kilometers long and several kilometers wide, a white dragon that was hundreds of meters long roared, rolling up the energy of heaven and earth and transforming it into swirling clouds and mist. It was so fast that it seemed like a ray of light sweeping across the world.

In the middle of the canyon, there stood a thirty-meter-tall alien with a human body and a tiger head, wearing red armor and holding a battle axe that was more than fifty meters long.

This alien exudes the aura of the late eighth level and is surrounded by blood light. Every time he swings his battle axe, it will create an axe blade that is two to three hundred meters long.

Boom boom boom! The axe blade wrapped in red light was like lightning, tearing the atmosphere apart wherever it passed, shattering the mountain walls, and creating cracks hundreds of meters long.

Boom! The white dragon circled, and the white divine light between its claws swept across the sky, smashing the axe blades one after another. At the same time, the swirling white mist gradually filled half of the canyon.

As the white mist that seemed like a domain spread, the power of the white dragon became stronger, and the attack of the alien warrior was gradually suppressed.

Roar! Suddenly, the clouds and mist dissipated, and a dragon tail as long as a hundred meters swept across, like a stream of light, instantly blasting everything and appearing in front of the tiger-headed alien.

Under this terrifying blow, circles of transparent shocks appeared in the space, sweeping up the fog to form a phantom of a dragon's tail hundreds of meters long, with a shocking momentum.

Roar! The tiger-headed alien roared, holding an axe in both hands. A layer of blood-like light burst out from his body, condensing behind him to form a phantom hundreds of meters high.

The blood tiger phantom also held a battle axe and fell down at the same time as the tiger-headed alien chopped down.

Boom! A hundreds-meter-long axe light burst out, and instantly split into three axe shadows, tearing three cracks on the ground that were ten meters wide and hundreds of meters long.

Boom boom boom! The moment the three blood-colored axe lights intersected with the dragon's tail, a terrifying blood-colored impact erupted, followed by a shocking explosion.

The entire canyon shook at this blow, the wind howled, countless pieces of gravel and dirt rushed into the sky, and a sandstorm hundreds of meters high swept across an area of ​​several kilometers.

In the howling sandstorm, the alien holding a battle axe flew backwards with a bang and smashed into the canyon wall a thousand meters away, knocking down half of the wall.

Puff! ! In the collapsing rubble, the tiger-headed alien spurted blood from his mouth, and his breath suddenly became very weak.

In the distance, a white dragon rose into the sky from the smoke and dust, circled in the sky, and then turned into a ray of light and fell on the cliff opposite, revealing the figure of Ji Wuji, who was dressed in snow-white clothes and had a burly and strong figure.

Ji Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, on the edge of the cliff, looking calmly at the tiger-headed aliens in the distance, and said indifferently in the language of the Gods Alliance: "Is this the strongest of the young generation of the Keta tribe? Nothing more than that."

Suddenly, the tiger-headed man's face turned red, and blood spurted out of his mouth again. He stared at Ji Wuji with red eyes, wishing he could chop him with an axe.

On the cliff above the tiger-headed alien, there stood a five-meter-tall hell demon with a slender body, arms as sharp as knives, and a body covered with black scales.

Around this statue of the True Demon of Purgatory there stood some powerful alien warriors of various appearances, ranging from three meters, seven meters, to more than ten meters in height, all of whom exuded the pressure of the middle and late eighth heavens, or even the ninth heavens.

However, whenever these aliens' eyes fell on the True Demon of Purgatory, a hint of awe would subconsciously appear in their eyes.

At this time, the True Demon of Purgatory slowly spoke: "Krudo, come up. The Keta tribe is just a small tribe compared to the human race. It is normal that your strength is not as good as that of the human race's masters of the same level."

"But now you have joined my Demon God Cult. As long as you undergo the blood transformation and obtain the inheritance of my True Demon Clan, you will naturally be invincible among your peers."

Ji Wuji on the other side of the cliff said with disdain: "You are invincible in the same level. What a big tone! Not to mention a Purgatory True Devil transformed from an alien race, even a pure-blooded True Devil would be vulnerable in front of Master Ji."

Ji Wuji's words immediately made the faces of the Demon God Cult believers on the opposite side turn cold.

Ji Wuji stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly: "Why, you are not convinced? If you are not convinced, send a Purgatory True Demon with eight magic marks to die. I will let you see what it means to be truly invincible at the same level."

At this moment, Ji Wuji was very arrogant, so arrogant that the True Demon of Purgatory could not help but show murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Human, you are looking for death."

Ji Wuji sneered: "You said you want to die, so you want to die. What kind of a bastard are you? Or do you think you can kill me by just talking nonsense?"

"Looking for death!" Boom!

A terrifying aura burst out from the body of the True Demon of Purgatory, transforming into a blazing black flame that shot up into the sky. In an instant, a circular gas explosion appeared around it, and the clouds ten thousand meters high in the sky collapsed.

He was at the middle stage of the Nine Demonic Scars realm, but his pressure was almost close to that of the Demon King's terrifying aura, and the surrounding space was shaking, forcing the aliens from the eighth and ninth heavens to retreat continuously.

Boom! The terrifying aura approaching the demon king gathered and formed a ghost face phantom covering hundreds of meters above Ji Wuji's head several kilometers away. Ji Wuji couldn't help but narrow his eyes under the terrifying demonic power.

At this time, his cultivation was still in the middle stage of the eighth heaven, but compared to when he met Chen Chu more than half a month ago, he had improved a lot and was already close to the late stage of the eighth heaven.

However, although the power of the True Demon of Purgatory was terrifying, Ji Wuji was not afraid at all.

Just as the ghost face condensed by the true devil's innate power was roaring across the sky and earth, and was about to swallow Ji Wuji in one gulp, a deep and rich voice rang out.

"Sykes, do you think there is no one in my human race?"

Boom! A terrifying fist burst out from behind Ji Wuji, creating a series of white shock waves covering hundreds of meters. With a bang, the ghost face phantom was dispersed.

Bang! A circle of air exploded thousands of meters in the sky, stirring up a violent wind and air wave that swept across a radius of several kilometers, with clouds and mist rolling with astonishing momentum.

On the hillside behind Ji Wuji, six young human men and women stood, each emitting a powerful aura.

Among them were Xia Zuo who had participated in the previous battle on the Tianyuan battlefield, An Fuqing who carried four magic swords, and three young men in their twenties and a woman.

At this time, not only had Xia Zuo's injuries recovered, but his aura was also stronger than before because of the life-and-death battle.

As for An Fuqing, after not seeing him for a few months, his cultivation had already broken through to the early eighth level. His progress was becoming more and more terrifying, and he was almost catching up with Ji Wuji.

The young man who had just unleashed the terrifying fist intent was standing in the middle of the six people. He had short hair that looked like a needle in the middle, and white lightning was faintly visible in his sharp eyes.

Looking at the Purgatory Demon a few kilometers away, Hong Zhen slowly said, "Sykes, how dare you, a guy with nine magic scars, attack my human eighth-level cultivator?"

"Or is your so-called invincibility among the same level, the True Demons of Purgatory, actually a funny title given by comparing yourself with opponents who are one level lower than you?"

The Purgatory Demon with arms as sharp as knives said in a low voice: "Humph! I was just teaching him a lesson just now, telling him to be careful with his mouth."

"As for me, if I want to take action, I will naturally look for you, Hong Zhen. Only by killing a descendant of the king like you can I feel a sense of accomplishment."

Hong Zhen sneered: "Really? But I'm afraid you can't even take a punch from me."

As he spoke, Hong Zhen took two steps forward, and an aura of the late Ninth Layer emanated from his body, mixed with a terrifying fist intent that suppressed the heaven and earth and soared into the sky.

Boom boom!!

Two tangible and terrifying pressures collided in the sky above the canyon, like two huge monsters colliding, the atmosphere exploded, and formed circles of three-dimensional circular shock waves that swept across the sky and earth.

Just the aura was so terrifying that many alien races within dozens of kilometers around stared in amazement.

Some of these alien races are neither human nor human, with eyebrows and three eyes. Some are more than ten meters tall with a horse body and a dragon head. Some are like explosive bears that stand up like humans.

These geniuses from dozens of alien gods and forces, the strong men of the young generation, have cultivation in the middle and late seventh heavens at the weakest, and most of them are in the eighth and ninth heavens.

Some of them had a foreign aura with divine light flowing on their bodies that was extremely terrifying, like a myth.

Looking at the two forces confronting each other in the distance, one of the aliens with feather-like eyebrows spoke solemnly: "The human race is so strong that even the strong men of the Purgatory Clan, who are known to be invincible at the same level, cannot suppress them."

The alien with three eyes between his brows on the opposite mountain top nodded slightly.

But there were also some alien races who sneered, with disdain in their eyes: "What do you mean by invincible in the same level? It's just those ridiculous true demons who call themselves invincible. If they were really invincible, the human race would have been destroyed long ago."

"good."

While those foreigners were discussing, Hong Zhen and Sykes confronted each other for a while, and then both sides suddenly restrained their breath and did not make any further attempts.

Tsk! Ji Wuji glanced at the other side of the canyon with disdain, then turned and walked to the back, politely thanking the young man with a crew cut: "Senior Hong, thank you for your help just now."

Hong Zhen shook his head: "You're welcome. When we are away from home, we humans will naturally take care of each other."

After saying hello, Ji Wuji looked at the girl standing with a sword on her back and asked in a low voice: "Xuemei An, didn't you send him a message earlier? Will he come?"

"Yes." An Fuqing said in a light voice.

The woman with her arms crossed and her hair tied in a high ponytail was curious when she heard this: "Xiao Ji, what are you talking about?"

Ji Wuji smiled and said, "Nothing. The ruins are about to be opened, so I asked my schoolmate An to notify a schoolmate to come over."

"Junior."

The woman paused for a moment, then frowned slightly: "Xiao Ji, this time the ruins are no joke."

In that woman's opinion, Ji Wuji had just graduated, and his junior was probably just a sophomore. No matter how monstrous this genius was, his cultivation level was only at the seventh level.

With the cultivation level of the Seventh Heaven, coming here to see the remains of powerful alien warriors from the Eighth and Ninth Heavens is simply courting death.

The other people also frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with Ji Wuji's behavior.

Ji Wuji said confidently: "Don't worry, Sister Chen, Senior Hong, Junior Chen is a monster, his talent is even more monstrous than Junior An."

Chen Shuang raised his eyebrows: "There are people with even more talent than Sister An, Xiao Ji, are you sure you are not kidding?"

While on a mission in the Alliance of Gods, Chen Shuang was shocked by the terrifying talent of this girl, less than ten days after knowing An Fuqing.

Before graduating from the first grade, his cultivation had already broken through to the early eighth level, and he had also condensed four kinds of great sword intent, opening up a world of swords. His comprehension was incredible, and his combat power was far beyond his realm.

This kind of talent has already shocked Chen Shuang, the innate awakener, and Hong Zhen, the descendant of the king. Now Ji Wuji actually said that there are people with more extraordinary talents than An Fuqing.

Xia Zuo suddenly asked, "Wait a minute, Wuji, the student brother Chen you are talking about is Chen Chu?"

"Hey! Senior Xia, you know Junior Chen."

Ji Wuji and An Fuqing looked at the young man who had just arrived two days ago with some surprise.

Xia Zuo's expression suddenly became complicated, with shock, amazement, and a wry smile: "More than just knowing him... that guy is indeed a monster."

When participating in the previous battle on the Tianyuan battlefield, Xia Zuo originally thought that he would make a splash with his cultivation level of the early Ninth Heaven and his terrifying combat power comparable to quasi-mythical combat power.

Who would have thought that just after completing a mission to destroy an alien army, they would encounter the descendants of the demon god from the Purgatory clan, whose combat power was even more exaggerated.

He had no choice but to use his life-saving trump card and escape with serious injuries.

Then, just as he was lying in the back of Tianyuan City recuperating from his injuries, news came about the exaggerated battle record of a junior named Chen Chu, who was in the same class as his brother and was famous in Tianyuan War City.