God Ring Howl

The face of the Lord of the Demon Realm was covered with a faint blackness and colorful light.

The black eye in the middle of his forehead opened and closed eeriely.

The words spit out from the mouth of the Lord of the Demon Realm are even more cold and fierce, as fierce as a knife.

"It's strange that this human kid's vitality is so tenacious, even a great god like Hongyun Jie can't kill him,"

"Then the king-grade demon artifact that was left for me, is it useless?"

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, maybe the Blood Light Patriarch, a body possessed by divine sense, will display some supernatural powers,"

"At that time, I will pray for the mantis, catch the cicada and the oriole, and put Zhao Xiang's soul... Hehe, into this magic artifact,"

Buddha City, above a resplendent and magnificent hall.

Beside the huge alchemy furnace, the Buddha Lord with purple-gold cheeks was slightly tired.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, he suddenly raised his head and stared beyond the sky, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

God Realm, God-Buddhist Sect, somewhere in a secret place.

The red-skinned and golden-browed ancient Buddha Huihai is suspended in the air in a red robe.

He was facing a rectangular universe shifting mirror several feet in size.

Within the moving mirror of Qian Kun, pictures flashed continuously.

Hui Hai stretched out his index finger to touch the mirror, and the picture was immediately fixed on the magnificent palace in the Buddha City.

Finally, with a retraction of his index finger, a figure appeared on the screen from far to near.

This person is standing next to the alchemy furnace, but it is the Lord Buddha Cihang.

Huihai's hands formed a lotus-shaped knot almost simultaneously, and a strange scene appeared.

At the moment when Huihai formed the lotus-shaped handprint, the huge alchemy furnace on the Golden Temple of the Buddha City hummed loudly.

As if urged by some mysterious force, the huge pill furnace rotated clockwise extremely slowly.

A layer of light as light as a golden glow instantly filled the surroundings of the alchemy furnace.

Amidst the buzzing sound, Jinxia quickly condensed into an extremely fine translucent golden thread.

Like a spirit snake, the golden thread twisted left and right a few times, and rushed into the Baihui acupoint on the top of Cihang's head.

When Cihang was infused with this kind of golden awn that contained mysterious power.

Hui Hai, who was not far from the moving mirror of Qian Kun, looked slightly pale at this time, as if his vitality had been seriously injured.

However, Hui Hai didn't care about this, just moved his lips again and again, as if he was transmitting voice to someone.

And the rectangular universe shifting mirror also trembled slightly, and there were circles of golden ripple-like fluctuations on the mirror surface.

As for Cihang next to the alchemy furnace in the Golden Hall of Buddha City, his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

With the golden light in his eyes flourishing, Cihang's cultivation unexpectedly skyrocketed by several times.

He nodded again and again, and passed it to the void with an extremely weak divine sense.

"My deity, I know how to do it. I have waited for millions of years just for this day to come,"

"We were originally one, even though we lost a clone, it's worth it for this day, isn't it?"

……

At this moment, many great supernatural beings are paying attention to Zhao Xiang intentionally or unintentionally.

Their spiritual senses were all locked on Zhao Xiang, the robber who was forced into the depths of the ground by the robbery.

They all wondered in their hearts whether Zhao Xiang could survive the punishment of the Heavenly Tribulation under this shocking blow.

Almost all of them are god-respecting existences, and they are asking themselves.

If I go to cross the Red Cloud Tribulation, which is a major catastrophe in the catastrophe, then I have a few levels of confidence to get through it smoothly.

After making a preliminary assessment, many people shook their heads secretly, saying that the chances of getting through smoothly are only five or five.

Naturally, they made the same judgment on whether Zhao Xiang could survive this catastrophe.

That is, the soul is scattered, and it is forever extinct between the heaven and the earth.

However, without exception, they feel strange,.

How could a boy from the human race who ascended to the upper realm possess so many rare supernatural powers.

How can there be so many powerful magic weapons, and most of them are either middle-grade or king-grade.

Not only that, but why did he, Zhao Xiang, have the blood of immortals, demons, demons, Buddhas, and even gods, etc. at the same time?

What kind of monster is he.

Is he still human?

Could it really be the monsters created by Yuanshi and Yuanmo in the legends.

Now, they are dissatisfied with this monster and even worried, so they want to destroy him through the top-level Heavenly Tribulation.

Just at the moment when my mind is full of thoughts and my heart is full of perplexity and confusion.

People in different spaces and different places all displayed their strongest supernatural powers.

Suddenly they all stared at the deep pit where Zhao Xiang was, in a daze.

"Oh my god, this, this, this is the breath of the ancient demon, it can't be,,"

"It seems to be the breath of an ancient demon,"

"My God, what the hell is going on here,"

"Could it be that there are ancient demons from the Wuji God Realm or the Supreme Venerable Realm who broke through the world and went to the Buddha Realm?"

"Aren't there strict rules for all high-level interfaces, no matter who they are, they are absolutely not allowed to cross into the lower realm,"

"Yeah, once found, either enter Soul Search for 100 million years, or enter God of Punishment Wheel for 1 years,"

"That's right, they have to experience heart-burning pain inside, it's not a good feeling,"

"Either the Tiandaomen Law Enforcement Team shatters the body and destroys the soul..."

……

At this moment, Zhao Xiang's body jumped out of the deep pit.

The long black hair was windless and automatic, and the eyes of the whole person were tightly closed.

However, there is an unimaginable magic power, majestic and majestic, scattered from his body.

Under Tianwei, Zhao Xiang's body lifted into the sky, and the pressure from heaven and earth seemed to have no effect on him at this moment.

As he ascended into the sky, Zhao Xiang's body exuded a colossal magic power, which suddenly condensed behind him.

In just an instant, it turned into a huge illusory image about a hundred feet high.

This image has two horns on its head, and its eyes are like black glass balls, with black light shining everywhere, fierce and fierce.

The skin is purple-black, with a layer of hazy black smoke curling around it, and the whole body exudes a gloomy and fierce aura.

After the huge illusory image appeared.

There were bursts of violent roars and thunders from the red robbery clouds in the sky.

The seemingly endless red clouds burst out of the ground like monsters and descended from the nine heavens.

When the huge phantom followed Zhao Xiang into the sky, everyone in different spaces and places were immediately stunned.

Regardless of Huihai, Cihang, the demon world and the master of the demon world, even if it is the body possessed by the blood light ancestor's divine sense that faces Zhao Xiang directly.

They all stared at the phantom behind Zhao Xiang.

Expressions of respect, astonishment, fear, anger, confusion, etc. appeared on the face.

Of course, there is no need to mention those ordinary cultivators who pay attention to Zhao Xiang's crossing the catastrophe.

As for the puppets of Mo Wuxie, Zunhuang, and Ximenhu, the vicious dogs of heaven, they were naturally among them.

……

"It's really the ancestor, this, this...how could this be,," the body of the blood light ancestor's divine sense was greatly surprised.

The eyes of the master of the demon world were puzzled, but he couldn't make a decision for a while.

"It's the breath of the ancestors, there is absolutely no mistake,"

"Zhao Xiang, old ancestor...how is it possible, what should I do,"

A certain Taoist temple in the Promise God Realm, surrounded by mountains, surrounded by white clouds, and flying divine birds.

On the top of a mountain, there stood a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in white who thought he was immortal.

He turned his extremely tall body slightly sideways, his eyes were shining with stars, and he muttered to himself in the direction of Zhao Xiang crossing the catastrophe.

"It is said that the old ghost was forced to end by our Tiandaomen and Shenfozong's secret cooperation?"

"Now why does his breath actually appear on Zhao Xiang's body?"

"Could it be that he is going to use this son's body to revive his soul?"

"This, this is a bit beyond my expectation,"

"Is this Zhao Xiang still the person I have spent millions of years looking for?"

This person is pale and beardless, exuding a light, elegant and elegant aura on his face, he is Wujizi, the master of Tiandaomen.

"Yuanshi or Yuanmo, under this catastrophe, I don't know if it will appear or not,"

"Maybe they don't exist at all, just illusions,"

"It's just the wild guesses of those ancient demons, ancient monsters, and ancient gods who are so idle..."

Wujizi's voice became smaller and smaller, and the tall figure standing on the top of the mountain became more and more blurred until it disappeared.