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Chapter 799 A battle with gods and demons, the legend is complete (subscription required)

"Bury them all with me!"

Wang Siyuan had already fallen into madness, and the quiet demeanor in the past was no longer there. At this time, his voice was like a long howl, shaking the heavens, and Luo Shu, who was fighting against Yan Luo, suddenly trembled.The surface seemed to be stained with the invisible flame in Wang Siyuan's body.

Meng Qi complained frantically at the side; "I'm not!"

"You buried the people who dragged your family with you, what's the matter with dragging me!" Life is endless, complaining.

Meng Qi's nature became more and more pure, and under Ji Hao's deliberate cultivation, he was not far from realizing what I am.

The light spots danced wildly, and a black and white ball that seemed to be condensed by many spells rose from Luoshu. It seemed real, illusory, and regular. They are in charge of the root of this peerless magic weapon.

But at this moment, following Wang Siyuan's "buried with him", this imprint was completely wrapped by invisible and golden double flames, burning blazingly, and gradually cracked, and Luo Shu was urged to fire accordingly.The breath is strong, and the water is shining, a river of fate that overlaps and merges with the long river of time is highlighted, and black and white light spots are floating in it.Shaped like a star, the debris is clear, and every piece of magic weapon in the formation burns its body, blooming its most brilliant brilliance, reflecting the entire cave sky in colorful colors, turning red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. The overwhelming rainbow.

The remains in the tomb are also burning.All the power was poured out and integrated into the formation, and the coffins that suppressed the "monsters of heaven" all flew up and crashed into the most terrifying place in the formation, as if they were looking for death.

The aftermath of this force colliding with that hand defeated Taishang Wuji Yuanshi Qingyun.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth, and still chose to cut out the sticky karma.

Fairy Trail Biyou Palace
Ji Hao sat upright in the hall, cross-legged on a green lotus, with only a big Dao character displayed behind him, the lotus was fragrant and cool with a breeze.

His eyes are half-opened and half-closed, and the true spirit that sees the natural wisdom has long transcended the real world, living at an infinite height, looking down on all directions, and what he sees is folded and distorted, which is completely different from what he sees in the normal "mode".

This is the perspective of the legend!

Like a fairy world, covering the universe, Ji Hao's spiritual consciousness spread, contaminating more and more universes.

He and I left behind in the Middle Ages. Along with the split of the universe, the world of Zhou Guang was born naturally. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since the birth, and it has already spread all over the heavens and worlds, which is close to the completion of legends.

But this is only a superficial phenomenon. The universe, cave, fragment or world that has left the "imprint of other self" cannot be perfectly mobilized. It is necessary to deepen communication and improve harmony. The other self that has been mastered before is to let them grow gradually To the point where galaxy-level power can be mobilized.

These are the two major aspects of the legend's practice. The main thing is to grind time with water. After reaching perfection, he can save this time and just wait for himself to control all others.

Then you can try to break through the pass, enter the last stage of the sea of ​​suffering, run the good fortune, and possess great supernatural powers and mana.

And Ji Hao took advantage of the opportunity in the Middle Ages to reach the sky in one step. All the conditions were perfect, and he only had to deduce his own legal principles to the extent that he could condense the illusion.

Ji Hao opened his eyes, he was in a state of chaos, the light of earth, wind, water and fire flashed by, and it was the scene of the end of the world.

Meng Qi's call sounded in his ears, and the next moment, he disappeared in this Biyou Palace.

When he came in front of Meng Qi, a golden lotus bloomed automatically on his body, blocking that pitch-black fist.

This pitch-black fist seems to be directly condensed from yin and death, but there is a ray of life in it, extremely yin and yang, not showing the slightest evil, only mysterious and sublime.

A golden lotus is full of vitality, but the inner core evolves a bit of death energy that destroys the universe. It is also majestic and majestic, facing the matching fist, restraining each other, and can only be distinguished by virtue of cultivation.

And Ji Hao is a real legend, different from the legends he achieved with the help of external forces. With real materials, how can his strength be so close to the power of legends that it can resist it?

Jinlian shook and tugged, and a force that smashed the heavens poured out. The pitch-black arm shattered layer by layer, turning into pure particles of death energy. With the sound of roaring, one arm was directly interrupted.

The Xiantian Dao body has two hands and two feet, but this is just one big hand, and the other one has already been protruded.

It is targeting Wang Dashen stick.

It has six fingers, and when it is clenched into a fist, there is a black vortex at the knuckles, which seems to be six passages, leading to different bridges of reincarnation, and the fist body shows that no matter how reincarnated, it will eventually fall into eternity The "sleeping".

Such a fist knocked down without any fireworks, as seen in a dream, but the large formation formed by Luo Shu after being urged suddenly became dead silent, and the many tributaries of the illusory river of fate were all swallowed up by the main trunk, leaving only the only ending of disillusionment , the black and white light spots sprinkled with clear debris went out one by one, and the colorful splendor dimmed one after another. The sacrificed soldiers and magic weapons began to be fragmented, and even the entire cave began to fall apart.

The formation has not yet completely "dead", the fist has penetrated a little, making Wang Siyuan's face turn blue, like a ghost, the vitality can not stop dissipating.

This kind of power slowed down Meng Qi's "sticky cause and effect".

Seeing that the pitch-black fist was about to grab Luo Shu, there was a squirm in the void, and a head jumped out. His face was pale, his hair was all white, his beard was black, and his evil intentions were deep. His eyes were like dark swirls, revealing the first evil.

The vortex turned, and two dark and distorted sword lights shot out, slashing straight at the hand of Emperor Fengdu.

Taishitian magic sword?The Demon Lord is coveting beside him, ready to snatch Luo Shu!As soon as Ji Hao's handprint changed, his aura of righteousness soared to the sky, and he suppressed evil spirits and heretics.

In the tomb cave, Emperor Fengdu intercepted the giant hand suspected to be Fu Huang, and the demon king was entangled by the "heavenly monster" transformed by the first ancestor of the Wang family, and he was in danger.

After all, he didn't dare to wake up too much, and the "Heavenly Dao Monster" has no reason, only chaos and madness, and he showed his power beyond the legend indifferently. The demon body, even Emperor Fengdu, who had little power to descend, and the suspected Emperor Fu were also suppressed by the "first ancestor of the royal family".

The cemetery was in chaos everywhere, and the soil and stones turned into monsters. The first ancestor of the Wang family was besieged by three great supernatural powers. He cut off his arms and turned into three equally tyrannical monsters, completely trapping the enemy in one fell swoop.

But Luo Shu lost the barrier, Shi Shiran flew high into the sky, towards those strange and indifferent eyes.

At this moment, the five fingers of the suspected Fu Huang's giant hand connected together, forming a strange handprint, and the illusory river of time was directly highlighted, rushing towards the three "Heavenly Dao Monsters", the Demon Lord, Emperor Fengdu, and Ji Hao.

As time went by, the Heavenly Dao monster was stunned immediately, and its aura showed signs of rapid decline.

It has lived for 10,000+ years so far. Once it loses the isolation of the soul coffin in the ancient town, it will be eroded by the long river of time and its strength will be reduced. Although it will not directly cause its fall in this short period of time, it will only force it to fall into a deep sleep again. , but at this moment, Fu Huang used his magical powers, directly borrowed the power of the long river of time, and washed away without reservation, exposing the weaknesses of the monsters of heaven and earth!
In an instant, the chaos in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao monsters was gone, leaving nothing but dead silence, and the entire cave sky accelerated towards collapse. Neither the Emperor Fengdu nor the Demon Lord dared to face the blow directly, and retreated one after another.

Ji Hao shrunk the Taishang Wuji Lingbao Qingyun without limit and turned it into an infinitesimal singularity to resist the erosion of time.

A lunatic and a person from the other side, he is brain-dead to fight against these two.

"Heavenly Dao!"

Two red lights shot out from the chaotic and terrifying eyes in the sky, and collided with Fu Huang's hands grabbing Luo Shu again.

Boom!

The force of the collision swept across the heavens and the earth, and the cave collapsed rapidly.

Rumble!
The entire cave sky completely disintegrated, the world was engulfed by darkness and emptiness and true chaos, and Emperor Fengdu and the Demon Lord were isolated from it.

"This place rejects the spirit of the Netherworld and the Nine Netherworlds."

At one point, Hong Da made a sound, like a god in the sky, establishing the outcome for the fate of the world!
Booming, the dull sound echoed, the pale and ferocious arms disappeared like bubbles, and the dark vortex that formed the sea of ​​suffering disintegrated inch by inch. Without the comparison of sinking and suffering, all the good things above became ordinary.

Say what you say!

Compared with the manipulation of fate and the control of the rules, according to the legend, Ji Hao should be the leader!

Then he looked at the cold and crazy eyes, Fu Huang, who seemed to be under control.

"Senior, retreat too, this is not the time for you to be born."

Fu Huang is a series on the other side, and he came to the world at this time, have you considered the feelings of the Taoist Heavenly Venerable?
There is someone behind me!
But Fu Huang didn't care about it, but his prestige increased greatly, and he wanted to suppress Ji Hao.

"Because of Maitreya?!" Ji Hao thought for a while before he figured it out.

In order for Maitreya to achieve the other shore, he needed to establish a Buddhist kingdom on the ground, and Ji Hao, the immortal at that time, was inevitable and definitely the biggest problem.

can take this opportunity to suppress

"It's my bad luck!" After thinking it through, Ji Hao also sighed.

The four sword lights of blue, red, black and white came out of their sheaths, and the sword lights differentiated, like lightning claws and claws. No matter how hard it is to feel, it seems that they form an invisible sword array with each other, and they seem to disappear between heaven and earth, but the void begins to boil. It is normal to think that In the place where there is nothing, there are many substances spewing, or condensing or disintegrating, bringing terrible destruction, and setting off a huge wind and waves.

When the four sword lights combine, time and space are immediately intertwined, matter and energy are mixed, and the little changes change from less to more, and the skyrocketed in an instant.

I just felt that the surroundings became hazy, like a pot of boiling white porridge, constantly gurgling, and chaotic, and this chaos was still absorbing matter and energy, increasing sharply, spreading infinitely, and seemed to last until the end of the dead silence, but who was on the opposite side? ?

Fuhuang!

It is the series of the other shore, and the Amitabha Buddha who controls him is even the oldest one, so what about dealing with a small legend, that is, the illusory Zhuxian Formation.

Even if he manipulated the real Zhuxian Sword Formation, he could not escape the fate of defeat.

The sound of the sky resounds, the foundation of the dance exists, and the spread of ripples will calm the catastrophe.

But Amitabha himself is sleeping in chaos, leaving only a imprint of divine sense to manipulate the other side of Fuhuang, how much strength can he exert?
How much power does he dare to exert? The moral Tianzun is refining alchemy and governing by doing nothing, and he doesn't just ignore it.

At this moment, Ji Hao patted King Kong Zhuo and said, "It's your turn, I've already proved the legend myself, are you still at the level of a celestial being?"

Diamond Cut broke out suddenly, and the power of the legendary series poured out. This is not over yet, and it is still recovering. The power that is almost good fortune has been achieved in the blink of an eye.

"Go!" Ji Hao threw out the Diamond Cut.

With one blow, Tianyin dimmed, and Fu Huang was repelled.

Naturally, it is impossible to defeat Fu Huang with a power that is close to the level of good fortune, but the meaning contained in it can make him retreat.

This is just a reminder, if he is shameless, recover to the next level on the spot, and give him a ruthless blow.

Ji Hao followed the trajectory of their retreat,
If there seems to be nothing in the chaos that contains everything, one side of the world is misty, and there is a long blood-brown river running through countless water ghosts and ghosts. There are towering stone bridges on the river, and the flowers beside the river are fragrant and forgetful. The deep black halls are all over the place, communicating with the universe of all realms, and the soldiers and ghosts coming and going are busy and orderly.It makes this place a bit more peaceful after death, but the mournful howls that sound from time to time also show the fear of death.

"A friend comes from afar, even if he is far away, he will be punished!!!"

A figure stepped into it, majestic and ancient, containing all things, the Promise Lingbao Qingyun above the head seemed to be dotted like fog, and the roads hung down like water rays, floating with thousands of golden lamps, countless golden lotuses and wreaths.

"It's all here, don't leave anything behind before leaving!" Ji Hao stood at the junction of the real world and the underworld, at an infinite height, crossing the underworld with one hand to suppress the enemies of the world,

At this moment, the originally gloomy dreamland of the underworld suddenly became pitch black, completely dark, and I saw a white palm covered with glistening jade brilliance protruding from a high place, with five fingers spread out, covering the entire underworld, bringing the sky and the earth toppled. The sense of destruction made those grand palaces as small as chickens, as if they would disintegrate inch by inch before the palm of your hand was pressed down!

"Lingbao!"

An angry shout came from the Hall of Yama.Let the trembling Yin soldiers and ghost officers regain their senses from the sluggishness caused by extreme panic, and saw a breath rushing out of the sky, turning into rounds of black suns, all majestic and mighty.Cold and heavy.

They filled the air, connecting into dark rivers of galaxies, and converging into a star map describing the universe.

The star chart rotated and turned into a huge fist with distinct bones, facing the hand that shrouds the sky with the death intent that pervades the dream world!

boom!
The giant hand that almost felt like a god slapped the fist, making a dull collision sound.Rounds of black suns collapsed, galaxies and galaxies disintegrated, and the star map was photographed torn apart.

In the main hall, the screen behind Yan Luo and the surrounding floor tiles suddenly shattered, and the huge ghost emperor's body seemed to be shorter out of thin air.

With the momentum of the home court and the power of his own legends accumulated over the years, they can only be divided equally.

Many phantoms of hell around him instantly appeared, and a vast power came from him, concentrating on his right hand.

"Lingbao!"

He roared again, clenched his right hand again and punched out, the black sun reappeared in the temple, and condensed into the giant palm of the star map again.

Oh oh oh!
Following this punch, all the ghost soldiers and evil spirits in the underworld of the dream uttered mournful cries, as if recalling the fear and unwillingness of death at the beginning.

The flowers of Wangyou on the other side withered, the blood-yellow river was rushing slowly, the long bridge leading to the six paths creaked, and all the power was poured into the giant palm of the star map.

As long as there is a beginning, there is an end. From the beginning of the appearance of a living being, it is destined to return to the day of death. The heavens and myriad worlds seem to be eternal, and there is also the end of an era.

With this punch, everything has an end!

The towering fist transformed from the pitch-black star map hit the sky, and hit the huge palm that was slowly slapped down again.

Ji Hao squeezed the sword seal in his hand, and the scarlet sword energy traversed the underworld, arousing the power of the end of the calamity, causing the void to collapse, penetrating and killing all living beings until the original innate aura.

boom!
Fists and swords collided, and the bloody light bloomed. It was Yan Luo's body if nothing else. How could the name of Zhuxian Sword Art be a vain name.

boom!
Yan Luo's body swayed, the surrounding air was steaming, and the screams were endless.

"Since you dare to make a move, be prepared to pay the price."

Then he saw Ji Hao grabbing down with the palm of his hand, and the blood-brown river that ran through the underworld of the dream suddenly trembled, as if it had become a living thing, a real dragon or a giant snake, about to be photographed. , back to the source.

Rumble!
The entire dream world shook violently, and the blood-brown river was pulled out, bent into an arch, and seemed to be unable to resist, and the water ghosts in it screamed harshly, and began to disappear.

Seeing the long blood-brown river flying into the air, Yan Luo reached out and grabbed it without thinking, trying to stop it.

Once the self-made yellow spring is lost, the underworld will be severely damaged, and I don't know how long it will take to recover!
"I still need a magic weapon, I want this thing."

"Wait a minute!" Yan Luo stopped him.

"when!"

A Nether Bead appeared abruptly at the junction of the Nine Nether Underworld, a naturally born divine material, enough to forge a legendary divine weapon.

"This is an apology, let go of Huangquan." Yan Luo seemed to have received an order, and said.

"good!"

Satisfied, Ji Hao put down Huang Quan, swept away this divine material, and left the underworld.

"Great Emperor, isn't he too arrogant!" Seeing Ji Hao leaving gracefully, Yan Luo couldn't help but said.

"The only legend in the world is not yet recovering, so let's bear with it for a while." The majestic voice
"Yes, my lord."

Seeing Ji Hao displaying his supernatural power, stepping into the underworld, dominating the world, showing the demeanor of a self-proven legend.

The Q version of Meng Qi is biting his handkerchief in his heart; "I should be the one to show my holiness in front of people, I don't want to be an audience!"

"Do not!!!"

Feeling the vitality of the surrounding world bursting more and more, Meng Qi stabilized his mind.

"Forget it, let's make up for it."

Thinking of this, Meng Qi stepped out of the Wang family's ancestral hall without looking back, step by step.

Rumble!
Behind him, the ancestral hall building collapsed, beams and stones flew randomly, and the history of the Wang family was destroyed along with it.

"Real men, never look back at the explosion."

Rumble!
The cave was destroyed, Meng Qi walked out of the Wang family, and returned to his own Yuxu Palace in one step.

It was really a dream in 20 years, seeing him get up from Zhulou, and seeing his building collapse.

Although the Jiangdong Wang Clan still has a few caves, hidden veins, and magical weapons to suppress the caves, they have almost lost all their foundations, and they have completely withdrawn from the top ranks, just like the prime minister after the Demon Buddha Rebellion. female way.

Sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, Meng Qi's thoughts fluctuated. Suddenly, with a thought, he stretched out his right hand to catch the chaotic bead that flew by itself for a moment in the void.

As soon as the bead appeared, Meng Qi felt the strange karma that had been glued on before float out of its own accord and merged into the bead.

The light was brilliant, the energy was surging, and a figure re-condensed in front of Meng Qi's eyes. His white clothes fluttered, his face was sickly, beautiful like a woman, his breath was elusive, and cause and effect didn't even exist. He looked like Wang Siyuan, the prince!

(End of this chapter)