The eight masters remained unmoved, and thousands of swords in the sea of ​​swords flowed out from their shoulders and backs, and the twelve blood-colored sword wings that covered the sky and the sun were extended behind them with blood-colored murderous aura.

The word "kneel down" and kneeling down the generals of the underworld is already shocking enough.

This, the extremely real wrath of the Red God, condensed by ten thousand swords, allowed many ancient sword cultivators in the five realms to see again what is the first and second realm without upper limits.

"Absolute imperial system, is it really so absolute?"

"The Wrath of the Great Red God can also be condensed with a spiritual sword and murderous intent to transform into a physical body?"

Bang.

Grandma Meng Po only met the blood-red eyes in the distance from afar. Her eyes exploded, splashing out the power of death.

boom!

She finally knew what the surrenders around her had just endured. When the Eight Masters stared at her, the crowd was added.

Meng Po and Grandma didn't kneel down. From below, the concept of "legs" was blown into powder.

She slammed and fell into the coffin.

"Wow……"

The judge could not sleep anymore.

This fat-headed and big-eared monster hugged Meng Po's grandma from the coffin, threw it to the side, and straightened its waist.

With a "swish", it tore off the oracle without hesitation, and roared with a sharp voice:

"Thousands of Taoism and Dharma combine to form one source and add to our bodies."

"All the first-grade generals of Fengdu, the divine power of the ancestors, and the first-grade generals of the realm, go!"

Sexy sex...

The sound of bursting is endless.

Above the void, the evil ghosts who were swept away by the sword of the Buddha, were only two-thirds of the original flesh wall, and all of them were blown to pieces.

At that time, the meat foam flew everywhere, covering the view, and blood poured down, and the waterfall leaked down.

In response to the screams, the Shenting Guard appeared in a tragic purgatory, and the world was filled with the unwilling wailing of evil ghosts.

"No--"

"Ahhhh!"

"Hiss, it hurts, ahhh..."

Many spiritual refiners in the ghost Buddha world were obviously not in this battle. Seeing this and hearing the sound, they all had goose bumps all over the floor.

Tragic!

brutal!

indescribable!

"Brothers, brothers, save me..."

The matchmaker's delicate body shivered wildly, and the golden apricot in her hand could not be grasped, and her eyes were full of fear.

She had never seen such a tragic scene.

In her original world, Taixu was already at its peak, and the semi-saint was too far beyond it.

But when she entered the underworld of the Divine Court, she found that her worldview was subverted again and again.

The eight masters knew one sword, and as strong as this, she couldn't even explain it.

But the remaining hundreds of millions of evil spirits still had hundreds of millions of evil spirits, and the power of the god of death that burst out after they were blown up, gathered on the generals of the underworld around the body of the urging judge.

Their aura, with the amplitude of the Shenting Yin Cao, felt more than half-saints from the beginning.

Now that we are so magnificent, what are we going to do? Are we going to create some crazy things?

The matchmaker didn't even dare to think about that aspect.

Along with the people from the Original Ghost Buddha Realm, the ancient sword cultivators and spirit refiners who are standing on the battlefield in the underworld are also shocked.

No matter how unbelievable it is, it seems that there is only one answer left.

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"Holy Emperor..."

The slave in the Moon Palace whispered hard, his palms were cold, and he had already sweated slightly.

"Is it really a Holy Emperor?"

Yu Zhiwen's face turned slightly pale, and he thought of something and his body tightened.

Liu Fuyu was also not very good, and she took a breath of cold air after hearing the sound.

What is the concept of the Holy Emperor?

There are only five families of the five saint emperors.

Half a year ago, the Kunpeng God made the person of the Holy Emperor, climbing the ladder of heaven, fighting for luck, and fighting hard, and he could not escape death.

After careful calculation, Feng Yujin, who has already finished his energy and filled the numbers of the Holy Spirit Continent, the number of the Holy Emperor, the ghost beasts of the Void Island, the purple pet of the Holy Palace, the white dragon, and the number of Feng Yujin has been exhausted, and he is just in his "tenth".

In this underworld, can the so-called judge with a fat head and big ears create "twenty" ones?

There are only eighteen persons of the Holy Emperor!

"It's not completely impossible..."

This is the first time that Moon Palace slaves have encountered this situation.

But after all, she was also the descendant of the Holy Emperor and had a lot of knowledge. Since she knew that the underworld was a perfect divine court, she could estimate it roughly.

"As soon as the throne realm is opened, even if the spiritual refiner cannot understand the way of space, he can change the laws slightly, confinement and transfer, which are the basics."

"The sacred realm of the semi-saint, the holy emperor, also has the nature of a 'domain', and the number, level, more, and higher laws that can be tampered with."

"The God's Court, even more so!"

The Moon Palace slave stared at the graceful figure in the void, his tone was full of solemnity:

"The Divine Court has long been out of the limitations of 'domain', and has its own laws, and is in the realm of heaven. After all, it is the residence of the ancestral god."

"The ancient war god platform of the Ghost Buddha Realm is integrated with the law of super-Daoization, giving the Hua Changdeng Divine Court a basis for the perfect expansion of its power."

"And the ghost ancestor was born several centuries ago, and the Shenting Yin Cao never came out since he was lonely, and finally entered the hands of Hua Changlan, and never fully expanded."

"After years of accumulation, the ancestral power accumulated inside has reached an incalculable level, whether in quantity or quality."

After a blow, the Moon Palace Nu Dao didn't want to admit it from the bottom of his heart, but that's the truth:

"Maybe the eight strong men, the ten palaces of the gods, the two black and white evil spirits, and the realm of the eternal holy emperor, they may not work, after all, they all do not have the status of the holy emperor."

"But within the scope of the Divine Court, the Lord of the Divine Court granted the generals the Holy Emperor's combat power for a short period of time, and even the Tenth-level Holy Emperor's combat power with the ultimate and high-volume ancestral power..."

The Moon Palace slave took a deep breath: "It's not that it's not difficult, but that it's 'no effort'!"

"Hehe!"

The black chicken jumped out, spread a pair of chicken wings, and protected the little fish under it.

It pecked its head forward twice, with its cross-eyed eyes, as if saying, don't be afraid, there is a chicken here, the chicken protects you.

Yu Zhiwen grabbed the black chicken back and held it in his arms, his palms cold.

She can understand, completely understand.

It is indeed a very normal thing to have the combat power of the Holy Emperor under the ancestral god.

All she thought of...

Grandpa Yu was also fighting with the joint efforts of these monsters at that time, but did he fail in the end?

The hatred never disappeared, but was suppressed.

Yu Zhiwen thought about this, his body trembled slightly, and his hands were unconsciously exerting force.

The ice-crystal skin was unconsciously covered with exquisite scale patterns, and she almost broke the black chicken in her arms.

The Moon Palace Nu and Liu Fuyu all noticed the abnormality and realized something. The corners of their lips just squirmed.

“Great.”

The black chicken cried out, stretched out its chicken wings, and gently patted the little fish's head.

Yu Zhiwen woke up and hurriedly let go: "Sorry, I..."

She choked up and couldn't say anything anymore.

A light sound came from my ears, no longer the absurd and funny rooster crow, but Xu Xiaoshou’s warm and firm voice:

‘Don’t worry, that person surnamed Hua, I can’t even find a reason for him to survive.’

"He will definitely die."

...
To be continued...