"Humph, you little brat, do you really think that I have lived in Fengdu for a thousand years in vain?"
The corners of the Fengdu Ghost King's eyes were raised in a sinister way, and he pinched the jade ring with his withered fingertips and turned it twice.
The Ghost King's power was like a chain that entangled Emperor Jue, constantly suppressing him. His split black lips revealed sharp canine teeth, and the black mist surging in his turbid pupils almost condensed into substance:
"Today, I will let you, a youngster who is still wet behind the ears, see the strength of this emperor in his prime!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly crushed the ghost seal on his waist, and the ink-black ghost king power swept out like a volcanic eruption.
Dark purple spells crawled up his arms and all over his body, transforming into ferocious ghost-faced armor, and his knuckles suddenly grew into three-inch-long pitch-black claws.
The Yellow Spring water beneath his feet was seething and boiling. Nine bone banners broke out of the ground, and the wailing of ghosts on the banners shook the thunderclouds in the sky.
"Senluo Dharma, all demons are coming to pay homage."
Emperor Jue lowered his eyes and sneered, his fingertips in his sleeves had already formed the Ten Thousand Demons Seal, and the Ten Thousand Demons Body on his body also fully upgraded and blossomed at this moment.
The moment his toes touched the ground, huge waves hundreds of feet high suddenly rose up in the sea of blood behind him, and a pitch-black Dharma image broke out of the sea—the body of the Dharma image was surrounded by rotten dead wood.
There were tens of thousands of demon seeds embedded in his forehead, and a Senluo Arrow was held in his palm. The demonic light leaking out from between his fingers burned the Ghost King's power into wisps of green smoke.
The Dharmakāya opened his mouth and swallowed up the negative energy of heaven and earth. In his palm, thousands of demons moved without wind and devoured them all.
The noise caused by the two men also caused the order of heaven and earth to change, with thunder and dark clouds covering an area of a million miles.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak—”
Purple lightning flashed from the thunderclouds in the sky, striking right in the center of the two deadlocked magical powers, exploding into countless stardust-like points of light, making the faces of the two people flicker.
"Ahem...I underestimated you. I didn't expect a young man like you to have some real strength."
The Ghost King of Fengdu fell to the ground, forming a huge hole. He covered his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes became even more sinister and cold.
Although he suffered considerable injuries, the Emperor Jue on the opposite side was not necessarily better off. Although his aura was calm, his internal organs had been shattered, and the power of his Dharma image began to slowly dissipate.
Seeing that both of them were injured, Zhen Chan, who had been fighting with Mu Ling, could no longer sit still and immediately raised his whole body strength to the extreme.
"Whoever stops me will die."
Zhen Chan roared angrily, and when he put his hands together, endless Buddha light appeared on his body. He looked like an Acalanatha who had descended to the mortal world, extremely arrogant.
“This breath…”
The snake queen Mu Ling on the opposite side hesitated for a moment and even forgot to stop the other party.
Not only her, but also the White Lotus Sect leader Zhu Ying on the right was blasted away by Daoyi. His aura gradually dissipated, and it was obvious that he had suffered a huge blow.
Although their realms are not much different, their combat power is vastly different. If it weren't for the special inheritance of the White Lotus Sect Leader, he would have been killed on the spot by Daoyi.
"Don't panic, Fengdu Ghost Emperor. Zhen Chan and I are here to lend you a hand!"
Daoyi waved his whisk, which emitted golden light, and tapped the ground with his toes as if he was walking on clouds. The Tai Chi diagram on his Taoist robe was glowing faintly.
Before he finished speaking, Zhen Chan beside him had already clasped his hands together and was chanting the Rebirth Mantra. The ankles exposed under his cassock were wrapped with a nine-ring staff, and the silver bell on the staff was shaking, causing ripples in the air.
The two of them turned into two streams of light that cut through the blood cloud, but suddenly stopped three feet away from the Fengdu Ghost Emperor.
A crisp sound like glass shattering was heard between heaven and earth, and a deep black vortex tore through the space like a ferocious giant mouth.
The man in green stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the vortex, his black hair moving without wind, and the pattern of the twenty-eight constellations embroidered on his cuffs glowed with a faint cold light.
When he raised his eyes, the sun, moon and stars were moving in his pupils, exactly the same as the star map in the sky. It was the divine eyes born by nature - Shangxuan Moye.
"How dare you fly in front of me?"
He flicked his fingertips, and several black chains stretched out from the vortex, wrapping around Daoyi's waist like living things.
"Xuantian Gengjin Technique."
Daoyi spun around to avoid it, and swept out Gengjin sword energy with his whisk, but the chain turned into stardust the moment it touched the sword energy, and then reassembled in mid-air.
Shang Xuan Mo Ye took a step out of the vortex, and the Big Dipper formation appeared under his feet. With each step he took, he got a few feet closer. His green shirt rustled, and a jade slip of sixty-four hexagrams flew out of his sleeves and floated around his body.
He glanced at the two figures fighting in the distance, and the jade slip suddenly burst into green light, "You are no match for me alone, come at me together!"
Before he could finish his words, Zhen Chan had already swung his staff towards him. The lotus on the end of the staff emitted a radiant Buddha light, but was gently deflected by the star array.
Shangxuan Moyue's pupils flashed, and a phantom of a god rose in his eyes. As the sun and the moon alternated, Daoyi and Zhen Chan only felt a sharp increase in gravity around them, and they were actually forced to kneel on one knee.
"Leave all the people here to me. Just help Emperor Xuan complete the blood sacrifice!"
He raised his hand and gathered countless stars. The stardust formed a compass in his palm. He was like the master of heaven and earth, suppressing all living beings.
Before he finished speaking, the compass burst into a blinding white light, and Daoyi's eyes suddenly flashed with an illusion of strange star changes: Mars was in the heart, and the seven killers and Po Jun were in the same position - it was a sign of a great catastrophe.
When the illusion disappeared, Shang Xuan Mo Ye was already standing ten feet away.
The star map on the green shirt alternated between light and dark. Twelve phantoms in ancient costumes slowly walked out of the vortex behind him. They were the twelve zodiac officials.
"Is this the Prince Liuyun from a thousand years ago? So powerful?"
Zhen Chan felt extremely stressed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his whole body was tense.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand and looked at Daoyi.
Daoyi gritted his teeth and threw out three copper coins, but the hexagram was shattered into powder in the star array.
He sighed and pulled Zhen Chan back, three golden lotuses flew out from his sleeves to block the two of them: "Forget it, this time we can only fight to the death, there is no way back."
Before he finished speaking, his fingertips had already activated the power of the three stars of fire, earth, and water. The twelve zodiac officials raised their hands at the same time, and a fist-sized star shadow condensed in the center of the star array.
"I've told you that only if you attack me together will you have a chance of defeating me."
Shang Xuan Mo Ye stood on the sky with an indifferent tone, like a god king ruling the world, looking down at all living beings from high above.
"This guy usually keeps a low profile, but I didn't expect him to be so terrifying when he makes a move!"
Yuan Tiangang's heart tightened, his face showed a solemn expression, and his state was tense to the extreme.
Although they are both false gods, the gap between them is too big.
Although a pseudo-god like the Fengdu Ghost Emperor has some trump cards, he probably won't last more than three moves when facing a being of Shangxuan Moye's level.
This is only under the premise that the other party is not serious. If a fight really breaks out, it is estimated that those divine eyes can kill the Fengdu Ghost King in one move.
It is conceivable that if the other party breaks through the realm, he can definitely directly surpass the demigod and become a true god.
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