But at least it can prove one thing that the real master that the team of suggestion disciples headed by the priest is loyal to may have risen to the level of law.

As of now, the only class in the entire continent that has the ability to control the laws is the will of the Supreme God.

As he was thinking this, the first forces that would stop him from moving forward appeared before him.

Xu Yang looked carefully and found that they were not particularly powerful opponents, but a group of powerful spirit priests with blue marks.

You have to know that in the entire dark force, the disciple team is the lowest level existence.

Theoretically speaking, their actual combat capabilities are only slightly stronger than warriors at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, and they are pure combat puppets without the ability to copy the fighting spirits of other real warriors.

The only advantage is the large output and quantity, which can be seen in the situation Xu Yang is facing now. He can easily summon thousands of sacrificial spirits to stand in front of him and act as cannon fodder.

Seeing these expressionless puppets standing in front of him, without even any fluctuations in their soul breath, Xu Yang could only shake his head helplessly.

The culprit behind this tragedy is naturally the dark ruler behind the scenes, that is, the will of the Supreme God.

If there had not been the intervention of this dark will, these sacrificial spirits could have become speakers just like normal human warriors, and they also had the right to pursue their own ideals.

But now the only meaning of their existence is to serve as cannon fodder.

Faced with these beings that have lost the independent meaning of life, Xu Yang has no mercy at all. This is their unchangeable fate.

There is no way to wake them up.

Xu Yang decisively summoned the Lingxu main artifact.

And its shape changed into that of countless golden needles.

Then Xu Yang used his eternal sword principles to push countless golden needles to attack the thousands of sacrificial spirits in front of him.

In just one encounter, thousands of combat puppets were chopped into pieces by Xu Yang's powerful sword energy.

However, this was just the beginning. After all these sacrificial spirits were killed by Xu Yang with a photo, they all began to burn their soul fire without any warning.

Large pieces of soul flames gathered together, condensing into a relatively fixed and closed purgatory space, and began to frantically refine Xu Yang's body.

However, this level of power has no practical meaning to Xu Yanger.

He first took back the Lingxu main artifact, and then released the powerful frost power of the Hanquan main artifact to cover these soul flames.

Large patches of ice-blue sword light appeared above the main body of the Hanquan artifact, spreading to the surroundings and directly pouring these soul fires into the nothingness hidden in the darkness.

Use the dust turned from these flames to pave a road leading to the next level.

At this moment, Xu Yang was like a king walking alone in the dark abyss.

Every step taken is built on the souls of countless fallen people.

At the end of this road, there may be countless pairs of eyes waiting for his arrival, but there is no energy that can stop him from moving forward.

Xu Yang began to clear all the levels with the most domineering means.

Faced with wave after wave of powerful martial arts forces blocking his way, Xu Yang merely used them as stepping stones to his end.

However, due to the special time and space laws of this underground prison, the entire process of passing the level lasted too long. It was not until a blood-stained rock appeared in front of Xu Yang that he was forced to stop moving forward again.

Because he smelled an extremely familiar scent from the surface of the boulder, it was the scent of the ancient snake and Long Kun.

After feeling this breath covering the blood-stained surface on the rock, Xu Yang became furious.

A loud roar was let out, forcing the power of the laws of the entire underground prison to begin to tremble.

If Xu Yang's power is allowed to continue running, the entire underground prison will probably collapse completely.

"Hahaha, it's really exciting to see Mr. Xu Yang's irrational side. It's just a piece of stone, why is Mr. Xu Yang so angry?"

This voice clearly belongs to the High Priest, the founder of the underground prison.

The priest's real body did not appear, but he used this method of soul rumor to try to interfere with Xu Yang's soul fluctuations.

At this moment, Xu Yang's expression was extremely cold.

"Do you really think that you can trap me in this place by stalling time in such a boring way?

Now I'm giving you one last chance.

If you take the initiative to remove the meaningless levels here, and allow you and me to have a real one-on-one fair duel, perhaps I can still give you a chance to survive.

Of course, if you insist on waiting for me to personally take action to destroy everything here, then you really won't have any chance of redemption at all."

Xu Yang was not joking with the other party, but the priest took this as Xu Yang's desperate cry with nowhere else to go.

"A strong man is worthy of being a strong man. Even despair can be packaged by you in such a respectable form.

But I just don't believe in evil.

If you really have the means and ability to dismantle the plan I have prepared for you, why do you have to pretend to be strong in front of me? "

Xu Yang understood what the other party meant. Obviously, he regarded his behavior as a sign of incompetence.

"Very good. Since you are ready to face despair, I will not waste any more time on you. Open your dog eyes and see clearly for me. I want you to understand that this is the law of space. It has no persuasive power in front of me."

When Xu Yang finished saying this, his body began to change silently, and colorful light was released one after another. Each halo was able to release an irresistible law-level power, and began to subtly influence all the rules of the surrounding area prison.

Where does this power come from?

The priest was stunned on the spot.

Because at this moment, he felt the power emanating from Xu Yang, which was comparable to the level of a master!

All the rules of the hell prison woven by this priest are rapidly disintegrating and collapsing with the passage of time.

And this pace of collapse cannot be stopped by a strong man of the priest's level.

Soon, an extremely bright light appeared above Xu Yang's head. It was the halo of Xu Yang's supreme artifact, the Samsara Mirror.

The Mirror of Samsara is the most powerful gathering of all the heavens and myriad ways.

Once the power of this supreme artifact is brought to its full potential, the progress of the entire main continent will be affected, not to mention the effect of the local laws of time and space woven by the priests, which can be easily changed in the face of the Samsara Realm.

When Xu Yang opened his eyes again, the priest's soul was trembling to the extreme.

"I'm sorry, from now on, the rules of the entire Hell Prison will be made by me, Xu Yang!"