man returning from hell

Chapter 477 Holding a blood umbrella, stepping on the underworld, alone, all alone, coming from the sea!

On July 452, 7 in the ghost calendar.

At the foot of Mount Jiuluo, on both sides of the Sea of ​​Yellow Springs.

Countless powerhouses gather here.

All their eyes were fixed on the Jiuluo Sacred Mountain towering into the sky in the distance, waiting for the battle of invitations to come.

……

Tan Yan is an unknown casual cultivator, and his cultivation is only here at Shenqiao.

He also came here when he heard that the people of Yang were about to fight against the blood lord of the dead city in Jiuluo Holy Mountain.

It is of great benefit to the practitioners to watch the duel of the strong.

Especially in the battle between the more powerful the strong, this benefit is even more terrifying.

In the world of cultivation, there are many cultivators who feel something in their hearts after watching the decisive battle of the strong, and fall into epiphany, thus fading from the ordinary to simplicity, turning cocoons into butterflies, and their practice soars.

This is also the reason why since ancient times, all fighters will never lack audiences.

Not to mention that this time it was a decisive battle between a Yangren and Jiuluo City Lord Supreme.

One is a Yangren that is rare for hundreds of thousands of years.

One is the supreme powerhouse standing on the pinnacle of hell.

This battle can be called a legendary battle, and it is definitely not an exaggeration!

He also thought in his heart that the number of people in this battle might reach an unprecedented level, but when it arrived, he realized that the scale he expected seemed a bit ridiculous.

At first glance, it was the vast Huangquan Seaside, crowded like ants on the ground.

Looking up, above the void, the strong stand in the void, like a bird, like a sky full of stars.

uncountable.

He didn't know how many people there were, because standing on the far side, he was like a drop of blood on the sea, and was as small as the gravel on the beach.

However, he was soon shocked.

Because some strong men that he thought he would never see in his life, all of them appeared here at this moment.

"Sect Master of Yinshen Sect: Yinshen King, the strongest in the third level of Tiangong!"

"Sect Master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect: Demon Hundred Slayers, the strongest of the Fifth Layer of the Heavenly Palace!"

"Grandmaster of the Five Elements School: Gold is Immortal, a strong man in the fourth level of the Heavenly Palace!"

"Jiuluojingjiang Lin family, Lin Yiting!"

"Jiuluoxi Chu Xiang's family, Xiang Shenmao!"

"Home in the black and white city..."

"Senluo Baiyun Mountain, a gate in the clouds..."

One by one should be high above, never appearing in the sight of everyone, and has always been worshiped, but at this moment, one by one is sitting around the world like ordinary beings, silently looking at the Jiuluo Holy Mountain, Words, no words, become embellished green leaves...

Shocking!

Hundreds of thousands of grand occasions that have never been seen have completely lifted the curtain at this moment.

Straight to his heart.

"Short-sighted, the real strong are in front, but only see those few existences. No wonder, you, a junior, have nearly a thousand lifespans, and you can't even enter the other side!"

There was a sneer.

Tan Yan saw that it was an old man beside him speaking.

And that old man is an existence of the third layer of the other side.

Tan Yan's complexion changed, and he quickly said respectfully: "I have seen the senior, but the junior has eyes but does not know Mount Tai, so I don't know the senior is here, forgive me!"

"Don't, at this time, the old man is nothing more than an ant, and he can't be a senior!"

There was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, obviously quite satisfied with Tan Yan's attitude, but when he said senior, he shook his head hastily.

In this kind of place, he really can't be called a senior.

"Senior was joking, if you are an ant, then we will only have nourishment for us!"

Tan Yan smiled, but still asked: "Senior, do you think that Yin God King, Mo Baisha and others are not strong? Are there stronger existences?"

The old man smiled lightly.

Looking up: "You are looking carefully..."

Tan Yan looked up.

Carefully looking at the sky, he took a deep breath: "Ex...senior...this...this can't be..."

I saw it above the sky, in the sea of ​​clouds.

With Jiuluo Sacred Mountain as the center, in the sky thousands of miles away, eight huge eddies of the sea of ​​clouds are rolling, like ripples on the surface of the sea.

There, there is a strange and strange aura looming, even if it only overflows a little, there is still a disturbing crisis.

The old man nodded: "You guessed right, it is indeed those supreme beings, but they didn't come, it was because they showed their supernatural powers, and they are still in Jiuluo at this moment, but even so, it can be seen that this The importance of a decisive battle.

senior?Not to mention the real deity, even the Yin God King and others can only kneel down in front of these supreme deities! "

Tan Yan was forbidden to live.

dare not speak...

But his fists were clenched tightly, it was an unspeakable excitement.

That is the real supreme being in hell, except for the Eighteen Palaces and Yan Jun. They are also paying attention to this battle, which is too terrifying!
Thinking of this, he kept on pointing his toes and looked towards Mount Jiuluo, wanting to see when that Yang man would appear.

1 minutes!

One hour!

Two hours!
Time passed by little by little, from the dawn of hell, to the bloody sun in the sky, until the bloody sun was slanting westward, and dusk was approaching, but the Yang man did not appear.

Even, a hazy rain of blood began to fall on the entire sky, and the entire sea of ​​Huangquan was filled with blood mist, but there was no trace of it, which finally aroused some people's anxiety.

"No, you dare not come?"

Disdainful voices continued to come from the field.

It turned out that this Yangren was nothing more than that.

The appointed time has not yet appeared, it is not fear, what is this...

"Senior, isn't he really afraid to come?"

Tan Yan looked at the old man and said a little depressed.

He came here from a remote place, just to watch this great battle, to see if he could comprehend it and enter the other side.

If that Yangren broke his promise, it would be too irritating!

The old man smiled slightly, and when he was about to speak, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Also at this moment, on the shore of the Yellow Spring Sea, in the void, countless strong men cast their eyes on the skyline of the Yellow Spring Sea.

A burst of suppressed voices came, and the whole scene exploded;

"Here we come! Lin Tang is here!"

"This Yangren finally appeared!"

"It's been a whole day, and he's finally willing to come!"

When Tan Yan heard this, he quickly turned his gaze to Huang Quan Haiji.

I saw there, under the setting sun at dusk, in the setting sun, in the hazy blood mist, a figure was piercing through the blood mist.

I saw that it was a young man in white.

His complexion is resolute, calm, and handsome, like a scholar.

Holding a blood-colored red umbrella, stepping on the underworld, alone, all alone, stepping on the sea, step by step towards the Jiuluo Holy Mountain...

(End of this chapter)