Boom!


    Who knows, without waiting for the return of the dark season, an extremely terrible momentum roared from a distance like a rolling tsunami, containing a destructive sword, and came to the public in an instant.


    "Ghost corpse finger."


    The ancestors of the dead turned pale and summoned eight separate bodies. The nine Daozhi mang shot out with the towering dark and mysterious Qi.


    With the action of the ancestor of the ghost corpse, the ghost season has time to show her magic power. It is also the nine ghost lights that shoot away.


    How terrible the joint strike of the two eight level Ming saints was, and it was only then that they could resist the momentum of the sword.


    "How could this happen? When did such a terrible dark warrior appear here?"


    "The momentum just now is somewhat similar to the Shura summoned by the nether sky. Is it difficult that there is a Shura here?"


    The ancestor of the dead body and the dead season returned to the public and stared warily at the distance with an unprecedented dignified expression.


    "The momentum of the sword just now?"


    The Dragon finch looked at the dragon with surprise and doubt.


    Before long Yang could say anything, a roar came, shaking the void, and everyone felt cold from head to foot.


    Then a tall and handsome figure came with rolling dark Qi, dressed in purple and gold hell armor, purple and gold long hair, purple and gold eyes, and holding a huge broken sword.


    "King Asura!"


    The ancestors of the dead and the dead lost their voice and exclaimed.


    Other people were also extremely shocked when they heard the four words of King Ashura, and their bodies could not help shaking.


    King Asura is the first God of war under the God of the underworld. His strength is even three points stronger than that of the God of the underworld. He is a terrible existence that frightens all heaven and all worlds.


    The king Asura in front of him is a dead body. He is controlled by something and his strength is greatly reduced. However, it is easy to kill them.


    "Don''t panic, I have a way to deal with him."


    Just when everyone looked at each other, Long Yang had rushed out. At the same time, he had a huge broken sword in his hand.


    "Eh, why is the broken sword in the Dragon genius''s hand similar to the broken sword in the king Asura''s hand?"


    "Yes, even the sword spirit."


    "The two broken swords should have been one."


    Others were surprised when they saw long Yang rush out. Soon their attention was attracted by the broken sword in the hands of Long Yang and King Ashura.


    Long Yang and King Asura stood against each other. The broken swords in their hands were all exploding and flashing with startling sword Qi, forming the same purple and gold dragon in front of each other, roaring like thunder.


    Ow!


    Ow!


    Two dragon chants came out from the two broken swords almost at the same time. Then the two broken swords automatically separated from Longyang and King Ashura and flew out into two purple and gold dragons circling and dancing in the air. The dazzling sword awn forced people to open their eyes like blind.


    When the swords in the sky converged, I saw a huge sword higher than long Yang suspended in the air. A purple golden dragon was wrapped around the blade, emitting an imperious and extremely sharp Dragon Sword spirit.


    "This is my life magic weapon, Jiuji Tianlong blade?"


    "Nine" looked at jujiandao with amazement.


    "Yes."


    Longque is the one who has followed Longyang for the longest time so far. He is very familiar with the breath of Jiuji Tianlong blade. He was so surprised when he just felt that the terrible sword momentum is similar to the breath of Jiuji Tianlong blade.


    "This magic weapon exudes an eternal breath. Even I feel threatened. How could I be interrupted and lost here?"


    The ancestor of the dead body, a ten thousand year old monster, was in the middle of his heart with surprise.


    From the situation along the way, he can be sure that long Yang has never been here. However, a cutting blade of Long Yang''s original divine soldier appears here, which makes him more and more unable to see through long Yang.


    "Taigu magic soldier."


    Mingji also looked at Jiuji Tianlong blade in surprise. Only Taigu magic soldiers could threaten him, a great man in ancient times.


    As for others, they all looked up to Jiuji Tianlong blade in awe, and almost knelt down on the spot.


    "Jiuji, you finally come back to me."


    Long Yang looked at the giant sword and said happily.


    The huge sword flashed, and the sharp shot fell in front of Long Yang, showing a young man with purple gold windbreaker, purple gold long hair, purple gold eyes and sword eyebrows.


    "Long Yang, I''m back."


    The excited color in the young Jiuji''s eyes flashed away, and his face returned to a cold look.


    "In the future, you can treat him as transparent."


    Long Yang didn''t let Jiuji get to know everyone, because he said it in vain. With his pride, not to mention the Wanwu continent, that is, few of the heaven and world can enter his eyes.


    Others saw this, and there was no resentment.


    This is a world where the strong are respected. When a person''s pride is equal to his strength, it is not arrogance. It is the nature of the strong. It will only be respected by others, not ridiculed and satirized.


    "Old Ming, show me the pattern of the ancient Ming Temple."


    Long Yang took the Ashura King controlled by the nine poles into the chaotic dragon ring and said to Mingji.


    "OK."


    The dark season immediately showed her magic power, and the dark Qi rushed in and turned into a model of the ancient dark hall in front of everyone.


    Although it''s just a model, looking at the ancient netherworld hall in front of us, we can still feel the glorious atmosphere of the ancient netherworld, and we can''t help but respect it.


    The dark season was even more worried. Finally, it turned into a deep sigh and soon disappeared into the wind.


    Only long Yang looked at it calmly. Jiuji despised it and found a place to close his eyes and refresh himself alone.


    Long Yang carefully watched and speculated from different directions, and asked Ming Ji if he didn''t understand. Each time, Ming Ji was shocked because the questions Long Yang asked were straight to the point, and the defense array they were proud of was full of loopholes in Long Yang''s eyes.


    He didn''t understand why the defense array of the ancient nether hall was so powerful that it was easily broken by the enemy. Now he understands that in front of demons like long Yang, everything he is proud of is vulnerable. If he is against such a peerless demon, the outcome will be determined early.


    "By the way, old Ming, does Ming Tian know the existence of this ancient Ming Temple?"


    Long Yang suddenly thought of something and asked Mingji.


    "Yes, I don''t know whether he told the people in the temple of the God of war."


    Mingji road.


    "Jiuji, over the years, have there been any strong men of wusheng level here before us?"


    Long Yang asked Jiuji.


    "No."


    Nine poles cherish words like gold.


    "So, it''s more likely that Pluto didn''t tell the people in the God of war hall. That''s good. I''ll spread the news through Pluto''s mouth, so that the people in the God of war hall won''t doubt."


    Long Yang said.


    "The war god temple should have the life and Death soul talisman of the nether world. Once the nether world dies, the war god temple will know at the first time. How can we spread the news through the mouth of the nether world?"


    A master of the nether palace asked puzzled.


    "The old man should know very well."


    Long Yang said.


    "It seems that nothing can be concealed from dragon genius."


    The dark season has gradually accepted the evil performance of Long Yang and is no longer making a fuss.


    "When Mingtian just died, you were always immersed in grief, but after you went back to the Mingyue cemetery with Zhuqing, your expression was no longer sad."


    "With your relationship with Pluto, even if Pluto dies for a long time, you can''t be indifferent as long as you hear the name of Pluto."


    "However, this is not the case. When you hear others mention the dark sky, you feel as if nothing has happened."


    "You are not a ruthless person, so there is only one possibility that the hell is still alive."


    "Also, when Zhuqing asked you to bring me here, you agreed without hesitation. There may be some reasons why you didn''t dare to violate the order, but you would protest about Zhuqing''s safety, or tell others to protect Zhuqing, but you didn''t."


    "Because you know, it''s safe even if you leave Zhuqing."


    "In addition, when I asked you to host your soul in the body of the Shura, you also strongly opposed it. It must be that the Shura is of great help to save the hell."


    Long Yang said.


    "Also, it''s because he sold his soul to Shura that Mingtian was fatal. As long as he took his soul back from the Shura corpse, with the strength of Mingji and Mingyue empress, it shouldn''t be a problem to save Mingtian."


    "Even if the soul of the nether heaven in Shura''s corpse no longer exists, the original Buddha of the nether heaven is really dead, and his separate bodies exist. Each separate body has the soul of the original Buddha, which can also save the nether heaven."


    The ancestor of the dead.


    "In the past, I always heard that saints don''t die. They always seem to understand but don''t understand. Now I fully understand that the means of saints are not as simple as heaven. They have begun to go against heaven."


    A leader of the nether palace sighed with emotion, and his face was full of longing.


    "Compared with those below the wusheng, the struggle between the wusheng and the wusheng can easily distinguish life and death, because they know the root and the bottom, and their weaknesses are obvious. Otherwise, how can it be said that every other great realm is like a natural moat."


    "It is a wrong tendency to underestimate and overestimate yourself along the way of martial arts. Only by straightening out the state of mind and taking one step at a time, even if you can''t become a saint or a God because of your limited talent, you are powerful in the same level."


    Long Yang said.


    "Somehow, I always think your boy is an old monster who has lived longer than Ben Sheng."


    When the ghost corpse ancestor spoke, his eyes glanced at the nine poles on one side.


    "Then you''ll call me big brother and I''ll call you little brother."


    Long Yang smiled.


    "Get out."


    The ancestor of the dead body said, but he muttered in his heart, I was not commanded by you like a little brother. Shit, even if I can''t get angry afterwards, I''m proud.


    "Well, everyone knows the pattern of the ancient nether hall well. Now insert these array flags in these positions."


    "As long as it''s arranged, those old people in the war temple will kill as many as they come."


    Long Yang said, take out the array flags from the chaotic dragon ring and give them to the people one by one. Then he quickly flicked his fingers into the model of the ancient Ming Temple to show the arrangement orientation of different array flags.


    "Even the Ninth level martial saint can be destroyed?"


    The ancestor of the dead body put on an air of obvious disbelief.


    "The Ninth level martial saint is a fart. The holy emperor will shine on it."


    Long Yang disdained the tunnel.