Chapter 731 The Power of Horror and Darkness [Third update, please give me a monthly ticket]

"Are you finally going to take action?"

The Evil Emperor turned around, looked at the strange sight in the sky, and muttered to himself.

There are twenty-three great saints and more than thirty free saints coming to the Heavenly Court this time. As long as the space of the Heavenly Court is blocked, there is no way to escape.

This was the consensus of all the great saints, and they all stared at the sky in a joking manner, waiting for their destiny to appear.

"How dare you, a chaos-born reptile, look down on me!"

"Do you really think I don't know why you came here?"

"The reason why I don't care is because I don't take you seriously at all! Since you are so arrogant, I will let you experience what darkness is. Chaos will eventually pass away, and the era of darkness is about to come. Today I will kill you first, and it will be the beginning of the dark age!"

The life laughed wildly, and the thunder became louder and louder.

Everyone began to wait nervously for their fate to come.

No matter what, he still dares to be so arrogant at this time, which should not be underestimated.

The other side.

Li Daokong and Shi Dudao, who were staying in the mysterious pool, were also waiting anxiously.

They have only seen Ming's figure, but have not seen Ming's true strength.

Shi Dudao said in amazement: "Let's make a bet and see if we can win by fate."

Han Tuo’s performance just now stimulated him. He heard from Li Daokong that Han Tuo was only over 300,000 years old. Such aptitude was definitely far superior to his.

Because of this, he suddenly felt that Han Jue, Han Tuo's father, was more likely to be the Dark Lord.

He inexplicably had this intuition since the first time he met Han Jue.

The current situation seems more like it is directed and acted by the Dark Lord himself.

Li Daokong asked: "What do you think?"

Shi Dudao laughed and said, "I guess Ming will suppress the Heavenly Court, but he will lose in the end."

Li Daokong became interested and asked, "Why?"

"You'll see when you see it."

"Then I also guess that fate will fail."

"Why?"

“My Lord of the Hidden Sect will not sit idly by and watch his son get hurt, and he has a very good relationship with the Evil Emperor, like a brother.”

Shi Dudao curled his lips and suddenly felt bored.

It would be interesting if Li Daokong believed that fate could win.

At the same time, the scene of heaven in the rosy glow suddenly changed.

The thunderclouds in the sky suddenly gathered into a gigantic face, its size impossible to estimate, overlooking the entire heaven.

This face only had the outline of the facial features, and the eyes suddenly became real. The eyes were cold and the scarlet pupils flashed with crazy murderous intent.

"Do you know what all this looked like before the Chaos? And what was it called?"

Ming suddenly asked, his tone intriguing.

The hot-tempered Zhu Rong yelled, "If you want to fight, then fight. Do you want to wait for reinforcements?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he punched the sky, and flames all over his body rushed towards the sky like a torrent, but was swallowed up by the giant face of the thundercloud.

"Humph, since you are so eager to die, then die!"

Ming shouted angrily, and black air suddenly gushed out of the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears of the giant face of thundercloud. The black air quickly dispersed in an undefined form and covered the sky in an instant, as if the night had suddenly fallen.

The great saints used their magical powers to try to dispel the darkness, but they were horrified to find that their magic power dissipated as soon as it came into contact with the darkness, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

"How is that possible!"

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned. He didn’t believe it and cast the spell again, but the same thing happened.

He had no choice but to take out a wooden sword and hold it upright in front of his eyes. The wooden sword burst out with green light, trying to absorb the previous black air, but the black air had already disappeared, as if the space itself was black.

"Go! Pull him out!"

Di Jiang shouted in a deep voice, and the twelve ancestor witches rushed out of the palace together and broke through the giant thundercloud.

The great saints all used their magical powers, all facing the giant face of thundercloud. Only by defeating it could they get rid of this strange dark force.

At this time, the dark power attached to the space began to spread out of the space and swept towards the living spirit.

The heavenly soldiers with lower cultivation levels had no time to dodge and were instantly submerged in the darkness, turning into black shadows.

“Ahhh—”

"What is this?"

“Get out of the way!”

“I can’t stop it!”

"My mana!"

Screams and exclamations intertwined together, bringing panic to the Heavenly Palace.

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Yitian and Heitian will begin to arrange the heavenly generals and stabilize the heavenly soldiers.

The darkness surrounding the Lingxiao Palace also swept towards the Evil Emperor and others.

The Evil Emperor waved his sleeves to resist, but his magic power disappeared instantly when it touched the darkness. His face changed drastically, and he immediately moved away with Han Tuo.

Others panicked, too.

How to fight this? "Hehehe... Your magic power can only be used by me!"

The life was filled with laughter, and the giant face of thundercloud suddenly opened its mouth and spit out twelve black shadows, which were the twelve ancestor witches.

Di Jiang, who had the strongest cultivation, was still able to prevent his head from being swallowed by the darkness, but he was already at the end of his strength and could only stare at the giant face of the thundercloud in shock and anger.

The giant face of thundercloud absorbed the magical powers of all the saints of the great way and began to change drastically, quickly condensing into a ten-thousand-foot figure with a body like a horse and an upper body like a human. It had countless arms on its back, a solid face, skin like dry bark, and cold eyes, overlooking the entire heaven.

In the dark atmosphere, the fate of revealing one's true identity is so terrifying.

Jie Yin took out a wooden staff, which was covered with gold, silver, and colored glaze. He waved it toward the sky, and the surrounding darkness was absorbed by the staff, revealing a bright spot that stood out in the entire heaven.

Ming noticed this scene, raised one arm and looked towards the receiving end.

Facing a fate thousands of feet high, Jie Yin had an indifferent expression, displaying the composure of a great sage.

The hand of life suddenly clenched into a fist towards Jie Yin. In an instant, the darkness around Jie Yin turned into countless sharp claws and drowned towards Jie Yin.

"Amitabha!"

Jie Yin waved the wooden staff, and a golden Buddha rose from behind him. His arms drew a circle to form a thousand-armed golden Buddha to resist the power of darkness, but as soon as it came into contact with the power of darkness, the golden Buddha dissipated immediately.

Seeing this, Jie Yin had to use his wooden staff to resist, as only his wooden staff could absorb the power of darkness.

"Hmph, old Taoist, your magic weapon is quite powerful!"

A cold voice came from behind Jie Yin. He turned his head and found a black shadow appeared behind him, while the ten-thousand-foot-tall body of Ming was still in the distance.

Jie Yin swung his staff to hit, but the black shadow caught it with one hand.

Boom! The wooden staff emitted a terrifying wave of air, shaking the power of darkness, but it was unable to break free from the shadow's hand.

The black shadow suddenly turned into a whirlpool, and the wooden staff also twisted and spun. Jie Yin had no time to withdraw his hand, and his right arm was torn off.

His eyes focused, and the wooden stick flew out of the whirlpool, trying to fly back into his hand, but the whirlpool suddenly shrank and swallowed his wooden stick directly.

"The power of space... He has mastered the avenue of space? This shouldn't be the case..."

Jie Yin frowned and muttered to himself, his heart full of confusion.

On the other hand, other great saints were also troubled by the power of darkness.

Facing the power of darkness, they felt like they were punching cotton. They had all their magical powers, but it was difficult for them to display them, which was really frustrating.

The Evil Emperor took Han Tuo and kept dodging the attacks of the dark forces. He took a quick look and found that something was wrong.

He immediately landed in front of a palace, holding Han Tuo with one hand and using the other hand to perform magical powers.

Summoning magic! (End of this chapter)