Before the two of them could think about it, the wall behind the high-backed throne shattered, and dense black branches jumped in.

"Tree Mother!"

Yue Gongli grabbed Hua Yuan and pulled away.

"Tree mother? What tree mother?"

Hua Yuan has never seen such a strange branch, which contains extremely terrifying ancestral power. It seems that there are three different ancestral powers - this is somewhat similar to the infant-creating holy plant mentioned in the story of Yue Gongli.

"It's the Holy Plant of Diying!"

Can't withdraw.

From all directions, including the earth, countless ancestral tree branches suddenly poured out and swept towards Yue Gongli.

boom!

The Yin coffin appeared in time, hid the two of them, and became a drifting coffin, drifting in the waves of branches for the second time.

"Huh?"

The Six Marrow Corpse King was sucked into the space debris flow, and he made a confused sound of pain. He saw the branch and subconsciously touched its belly.

"Save it, save it!" Yue Gongli jumped anxiously in the Yin spirit coffin, as if he had lost all his abilities, "My corpse king!"

"good."

Hua Yuan nodded, turned his sword over, and stabbed it in the air.

His eyes lit up with a faint light, his aura was rising steadily, and a dark blue secret formation of swordsmanship was displayed under his feet.

"Sengui Dao·Yan Zhao Fengdu!"

With a loud rumble, palaces rose from the ground, mountains of swords and seas of fire, cold cellars and ice prisons everywhere...

Countless ghosts screamed, and the sky filled with shrill screams.

With one strike of the sword, everything within a radius of thousands of miles was replaced by the miserable scene of the eighteen levels of hell.

Above Fengdu, a huge ghost king with a green face and fangs, holding a talisman, declared:

"rise!"

There was another roar and explosion, and Wanli Fengdu locked onto the Yin Ling Coffin and the Six Marrow Corpse King, breaking out of the wave of attacks from the branches of the ancestral tree.

"No, can't stop!"

Yue Gongli hugged Hua Yuan's thigh and screamed, "The entire Siming Temple has been invaded by the Holy Tree of Diying. Isn't it in the 33rd heaven? The ancestral tree had already come down when you came in?"

not at all……

Hua Yuan didn't know why the situation was suddenly like this, so he could only use his momentum to break into the Siming Temple with Wanli Fengdu.

After overcoming all obstacles, he finally jumped out from the plaque with the Yin Ling Coffin and the Six Marrow Corpse King.

"Tao! Qiong! Cang!"

As soon as they returned to the eighteenth heaven, a shrill scream exploded in their ears at the same time.

It can almost tear apart a person's soul and body, making them miserable.

Fortunately, Yue Gongli possesses the power of the three ancestors, and his soul body is different from ordinary people. Hua Yuan, like Hua Changdeng, majors in ghost swordsmanship, and can compete with Fengdu.

Such great hatred...

The two of them looked at each other, and from this unknown call, they both heard a level of hatred comparable to that of killing their father.

"wrong!"

"The old slut has come in?"

It’s not scary if someone calls out to the sky, it’s not like the ancestor gods are coming, right?

What made Yue Gongli ecstatic was that Dao Qiongcang seemed to have entered the ruins of the gods and caused trouble.

This is great.

Find him, hug his thigh, commandeer his brain, and compensate him with sweet words. You will be able to escape from this god's ruins without any effort.

"Go find Dao Qiongcang!"

Yue Gongli put forward the best suggestion that no one dares to say is the first among the ruins of the gods.

Of course Hua Yuan nodded without saying anything and helped push the coffin board of the Yin coffin away.

"Click!"

In the next breath, both of them were petrified in the coffin.

As far as the Holy Thought could see, the entire eighteenth level of heaven had been covered by the branches of ancestral trees hanging down from the heaven, turning it into a dark world.

And in the prototype of this divine court, there is now a layer of dense purple mist - the power of the evil god.

The power of the evil god that Yue Gongli was most familiar with gathered and transformed into huge twisted faces.

All those faces were the same, the facial features were pushed out of the face, and the most prominent one was the enchanting purple pupil between the eyebrows.

As soon as the coffin board of the Yin coffin was opened.

The whole world, which was originally squirming, became quiet.

The next moment, countless ancestral tree branches were hanging in the air, pointing at the two people in the coffin.

The big faces floating in the sky, which were searching for something, all turned around, all staring at Yue Gongli.

A ghostly cry, as loud as a baby crying, appeared in their minds at the same time:

"You guys, do you know where the 'Dao Firmament' is?"
Chapter completed!