Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

"Honghuang Tianjun came to rescue us!"

"He will definitely kill Yang Xuanzhen and avenge the Four Heavenly Sovereigns!"

Seeing the huge hand of the ancient times reaching in from the gate of origin and about to cover their bodies, protecting them from the black light shot by Yang Xuanzhen, Dielian Tianjun and Luochuan Tianjun were like seeing a savior, their eyes were filled with surprise of being saved and a sense of relief.

They were just one step away from ending up like the other Heavenly Kings, dead and gone.

Now I am finally saved!
Yang Xuanzhen will finally be punished by Honghuang Tianjun, and will be buried with Fusheng Tianjun, Hetu Tianjun, Xianji Tianjun, Ao Shi Tianjun, and those gods!
And the many Heavenly Monarch-level beings who were imprisoned here by the Origin Immortal King held their breath and paid close attention to Yang Xuanzhen's reaction to see how he would deal with Honghuang Heavenly Monarch.

If a war breaks out later, is Yang Xuanzhen, who can kill the four great Heavenly Monarchs as easily as killing a chicken, really stronger, or is Honghuang Heavenly Monarch, who has lived through several chaotic epochs, better?
Fang Han, Muye Huang and others didn't care much about Honghuang Tianjun. In their minds, Honghuang Tianjun couldn't be Yang Xuanzhen's opponent, nor could he save the lives of the two female Tianjuns under Yang Xuanzhen's nose.

What happened next was exactly as they expected.

Yang Xuanzhen suddenly turned his head, his eyes fell on the Honghuang hand, and said calmly: "Honghuang Tianjun? He is just an ant, and can't save them."

As Yang Xuanzhen opened his mouth, everyone saw that the black light that was shooting towards the two female monarchs suddenly changed shape and turned into a huge long sword. The blade light was flickering, sharp and fierce, and it moved forward, slashing straight towards the prehistoric hand that was about to cover them.

Click!

The blade light cut through eternity, and without any suspense, it cut off the ancient giant hand that was reaching out from outside the Gate of Origin with one strike, and directly turned it into nothingness.

The long sword turned and slashed towards the two female celestial monarchs.

"This is impossible!"

"No, Yang Xuanzhen, let me go. As long as you don't kill me, I will give you everything. I am still a virgin, and you can take whatever you want..."

Luochuan Tianjun and Dielian Tianjun watched helplessly as their hopes of being rescued were shattered by Yang Xuanzhen's sword. They were shocked and desperate, their bodies trembling, and they begged for mercy from Yang Xuanzhen in panic.

Although both of them were high and mighty Heavenly Sovereigns, in front of Yang Xuanzhen, at the last moment of their lives, they no longer had any of the noble demeanor of Heavenly Sovereigns, and were almost like mortals in the secular world begging for mercy.

Unfortunately, Yang Xuanzhen remained expressionless. No matter how the two girls begged for mercy or how they spoke eloquently, he remained deaf to them, like a machine without any emotions.

With a "puff", Dielian Tianjun and Luochuan Tianjun were slashed by the long sword, splashing two bright red seas of blood. Their bodies exploded directly and were submerged in the sea of ​​blood that rose into the sky, and they died.

Their energy laws were rolled up by the long sword, brought back and sank into Yang Xuanzhen's sleeves.

“Yang Xuanzhen!”

A shocking roar came from outside the place of origin. The sound waves rolled straight into the sky and shook the Fengshan altar.

It even shocked the Lord of Time, the Lord of Shadows and other Heavenly Lord-level beings who had been paying attention to the situation with their divine consciousness, causing their blood to boil and they almost couldn't breathe.

Everyone knew that this was the voice of Honghuang Tianjun. He was angry and was about to descend in person to start a fierce battle with Yang Xuanzhen.

But at this moment, a terrifying thought suddenly spread across the four seas and eight wastelands from the outside world, and also reached the Place of Origin: "Honghuang Tianjun, at this critical moment, you need to concentrate on refining the divine objects and don't be distracted. I will descend to the Place of Origin and meet Yang Xuanzhen!"

As the voice came, everyone saw a middle-aged man wearing dark black armor and an imperial crown on his head appear in the place of origin.

This middle-aged man had three thousand pairs of ink-black pupils in his eyes, which were somewhat similar to the Dharma image of heaven and earth that Fang Han had cultivated in the lower realm back then. They all emitted a cold light, as if it were real, permeating layers of terrifying mist, spreading to infinite time and space, making people's teeth chatter and their whole body shiver.

This person is the second most powerful among the many Heavenly Lords of the Origin Dynasty, a terrifying Heavenly Lord who is only slightly weaker than the Primordial Heavenly Lord.

According to the information revealed in the words of the Horror Lord, it is not difficult to see that the Primordial Lord is refining a vital divine object and it is difficult for him to spare the time, so the Horror Lord volunteered to come to the Place of Origin to suppress Yang Xuanzhen.

“Yang Xuanzhen, you actually dared to cause trouble in my Origin Dynasty and killed six Heavenly Sovereigns. I have to admit that you are very courageous, but that’s all. Your fate will only be to be beaten into the most humble beast by me, and you will never be a human being again. And Taiyi Sect will also…”

The terrifying Heavenly Lord fixed his deep eyes on Yang Xuanzhen. He spoke word by word and walked forward step by step. Each step was extremely heavy, as if he was stepping on the top of all the paths, and it also represented his invincible self-confidence.

Although he is not as powerful as the Primordial Heavenly Lord, he is more than capable of suppressing Yang Xuanzhen!

"Noisy!"

Unexpectedly, before the terrifying Lord of Heaven could finish his words, he was interrupted by Yang Xuanzhen's cold voice.

Then, the terrifying Lord's vision was blocked by a hand with long fingers. Even if he had three thousand pupils, he could not see anything clearly. The only thing he could see was this hand.

"Damn it, kill!"

The terrifying Heavenly Lord was greatly shocked, knowing that it was Yang Xuanzhen who had attacked him. He did not dare to be negligent. He roared and was about to use his peerless killing move to break Yang Xuanzhen's big hand and kill him.

However, Yang Xuanzhen's palm exuded an indescribable power, which enveloped his entire body, like the heaviest shackles in the world, blocking everything and making it impossible for his magic power to function properly, and he could not use any means to fight the enemy.

"how so……"

There was a look of horror in the eyes of the Terrifying Lord, he was anxious and angry, and wanted to say something, but he heard a "bang", and the whole person was slapped by a big hand and exploded into a blood mist in the sky.

Whoosh!
Yang Xuanzhen grabbed the blood mist with his big hand and took it back to melt it with the holy fire.

"Ah, how could I die..."

The terrifying Heavenly Lord screamed unwillingly, and was instantly refined into life essence by Yang Xuanzhen and absorbed into his body.

The terrifying Lord of Heaven fell.

For a moment, the Place of Origin fell into deathly silence. No one could speak and the wind even stopped.

Even the Origin Dynasty in the outside world fell silent, and the huge imperial city was completely silent.

“Yang Xuanzhen!”

After a long time, an uncontrollable roar resounded throughout the entire Origin Dynasty, causing countless creatures to crawl on the ground and tremble.

Boom!

The entire Land of Origin was shaken, and the most powerful being of the Origin Dynasty, Honghuang Tianjun, finally descended to the Land of Origin.

Honghuang Tianjun is a tall middle-aged man with a bronze body and empty hands. His hair is also bronze and tied with a bronze headband. His bronze skin reveals a mysterious and ancient power.

Bronze is the color of the ancient times and represents the utensils of the ancient civilization.

He stood on a huge battle map, which was a divine object. It was the ancient battle map that he was currently refining to collect from the Fengshan altar.

"Give me an explanation, or you will die!"

Honghuang Tianjun looked at Yang Xuanzhen with an extremely grim gaze, controlling the Honghuang battle map like an ancient Honghuang ship sailing in the long river of fate, and crashed into Yang Xuanzhen, trying to destroy him first.

"What do I need to tell you? Get down on your knees."

Yang Xuanzhen smiled faintly and did not make any movement. An incomparable force pressed on the body of Honghuang Tianjun.

"Ah! How can you be so powerful..."

Honghuang Tianjun trembled all over, and was directly pressed to his knees on the Honghuang Battle Map, with his butt raised high, and shock and disbelief intertwined on his face. "How is it possible?"

"This...what kind of strength is this?"

In the many hidden time and space within the Land of Origin, those Heavenly Lord-level beings who were concentrating on watching this battle were also stunned and dumbfounded.

In their opinion, Yang Xuanzhen's strength should be weaker than Honghuang Tianjun, or about the same.

Even if Yang Xuanzhen is stronger than Honghuang Tianjun, his strength is estimated to be limited.

So there will inevitably be a fierce battle between the two sides.

Unexpectedly, the development of the matter was completely unexpected. Yang Xuanzhen made Honghuang Tianjun kneel down with just one sentence, which was exactly the same method he used to suppress Fusheng Tianjun before.

No, this was no longer unexpected; it completely overturned the limits of everyone's imagination.

This didn't seem like a battle between Heavenly Monarchs, but rather like children playing house. It did not cause any waves, yet was full of drama.

You know, Honghuang Tianjun is a Tianjun who has cultivated for eight chaotic epochs!

"How strong is Big Brother?"

Fang Han looked at Honghuang Tianjun who was kneeling on the Honghuang battle map like a big eunuch, and he was a little dazed.

He had imagined a thousand scenarios of Yang Xuanzhen suppressing Honghuang Tianjun, but he had never imagined that Honghuang Tianjun would kneel down before Yang Xuanzhen as soon as they met, before either side could use their special moves.

This is really... so cool!

"Tai Xuan Tian Jun, invincible in the world!"

Muye Huang, Feng Baiyu, Yan, and Renhuangbi, the four Heavenly Kings were stunned for a moment, then knelt on one knee, and shouted fanatically.

The voices of the Four Heavenly Lords were extraordinary, shaking infinite time and space, and were transmitted to the outside world through the wide-open Gate of Origin, resounding throughout the universe, as if they wanted to spread Yang Xuanzhen's name throughout the entire Origin Dynasty, so that everyone would know it.

"This Great Desolation Battle Map has not yet been refined. It is only a semi-finished product. It is a pity. But you are not bad. You can increase my strength."

Yang Xuanzhen stretched out his hand and the Honghuang Battle Map carrying the Honghuang Tianjun on it flew in front of him. He then ignited it with a little flame shot out by his finger, and began to refine this unfinished divine object and the Honghuang Tianjun.

As for his strength, he is actually only on par with Honghuang Tianjun, except that he has a sky burial coffin in his body.

As his strength increased greatly, most of the main formations inside the coffin had been infiltrated by the power of the dragon, and the power exerted was naturally greater.

With the help of the Sky Burial Coffin, he could kill even a celestial monarch like the Lord of the Dharma Realm who had cultivated for ten epochs of chaos.

Now he has mobilized a bit of the power of the Sky Burial Coffin for his own use, and it is naturally easy for him to suppress the Honghuang Tianjun who has cultivated for eight chaotic epochs.

There is no need to explain these to others.

"Let me go, I can serve you as my master, let you rule the Origin Dynasty, and serve you like I served the Origin Immortal King..."

In the center of the raging fire, Honghuang Tianjun did not struggle, nor did he wail in pain. Instead, he completely disregarded the dignity of the first emperor of the Origin Dynasty, and kept kowtowing to Yang Xuanzhen, begging him to let him go.

He was not afraid of death, but he had practiced for several epochs to reach such a level of cultivation and was unwilling to die.

Yang Xuanzhen didn't even look at him, obviously unwilling to let him go.

"It's my fate..."

Honghuang Tianjun looked lonely and let out a long sigh. In the raging fire, he and the Honghuang Battle Map turned into the essence of life and was taken into Yang Xuanzhen's body.

Since then, the eight Heavenly Sovereigns of the Origin Dynasty all fell at the hands of Yang Xuanzhen, and were basically in name only.

After doing all this, Yang Xuanzhen looked up at the huge Fengshan altar above his head.

This altar is a divine object forged by the Immortal King of Origin to subdue the thoughts, good thoughts, Taoist thoughts, divine thoughts, and demonic thoughts of countless ancient giants.

As long as the people of the Origin Dynasty offer sacrifices using the great sacrificial techniques among the Three Thousand Great Ways, they will be able to inherit the power of the altar and their cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds.

It can be said that this altar is no less important than the sky burial coffin. Now that he is here, he will naturally take it.

Boom!

Yang Xuanzhen stretched out his hand and grabbed the sky. His palm and fingers expanded infinitely, covering the sky and the sun, and he grasped the Fengshan altar in his hand.

Click!

Everyone saw that the restrictions on the Fengshan altar exploded and were destroyed one by one.

Then the entire altar continued to shrink, eventually becoming the size of a fist and falling into Yang Xuanzhen's sleeve.

The Fengshan altar that no one in the entire Origin Dynasty could take away was taken away by Yang Xuanzhen.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. You have made rapid progress, third brother, and are no less capable than before." Yang Xuanzhen looked at Fang Han and greeted him with a smile.

"How can I compare to you, big brother?" Fang Han said modestly, then licked his lips, approached Yang Xuanzhen and chuckled, "Big brother, you got the biggest treasure of the Origin Dynasty, the Fengshan Altar, how about me, your little brother?"

Yang Xuanzhen patted Fang Han on the shoulder and said with a smile: "In the Land of Origin, there are many powerful masters who were imprisoned by the Immortal King of Origin back then. There are also several Heavenly Sovereigns who have cultivated for four or five epochs. You should go and refine them."

"Thank you, brother!" Fang Han was overjoyed.

Yang Xuanzhen looked at Renhuangbi and the others again and said, "Third brother, Muyehuang, Feng Baiyu, Yan... There are many treasures in this place of origin. You should also go and look for them to improve your cultivation."

As he spoke, Yang Xuanzhen emanated an aura that swept across the entire Place of Origin.

All of a sudden, all the masters in the Land of Origin, no matter their level of cultivation or where they were, were shocked to find that they could no longer move at all, like fish on a chopping board, and could only be slaughtered by others.

"Thank you, Master, for your cultivation!"

Yan, Renhuangbi, Feng Baiyu and others looked excited, rubbing their hands, and set off together.

Especially Mu Yehuang, he received special care from Fang Han, and he and Fang Han went arm in arm to hunt down those Heavenly Kings who had cultivated for four or five epochs.

Presumably, when he returns, Muye Huang will have already advanced to the second Chaos Era, or even the third Era of cultivation.

"After this trip to the Origin Dynasty, I am the real winner in life." Muye Huang sighed in his heart.

In the years that followed, Muye Huang often felt this way, and it never stopped until the day he followed Fang Han into the Gate of Eternal Life.

(End of this chapter)