Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 297 Join forces to encircle and suppress, seven prototypes

"..."

"Mulong, calm down!!"

woohoo-

Mu Long's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were breathing fire, but he still went back, no matter how angry he was, he was rational and did not dare to provoke the rules of the ancestral city.

"Are you still going?"

There were a few examples of people being deflated, and the other immortals who originally wanted to say a few harsh words hesitated.

"Forget it, don't be as knowledgeable as a dead person."

"Well, it is extremely extreme."

"..."

dong dong dong-

The silence didn't last long.

As the blood boiled, the sound of war drums sounded in the square, and the originally calm crowd began to move.

"Little bastard, I'll wait for you inside. If you get scared, you can run away, but I hope you can hide in the ancestral city for the rest of your life!"

Mulong turned into a ball of golden flames, and shot into the battlefield portal first after leaving a harsh word.

"Hahaha, won't your legs be weak?"

The others followed closely, and when they saw Chuhe standing still, they immediately sneered and laughed, and then entered the battlefield one by one.

"Hehe, He Laogui, I have a bill to settle today."

"Li Hongtian, I must take revenge today!"

"Wait a minute, do I let you go?"

Afterwards, the ancients began to exert their strength, intercepting the road halfway, and each chose their opponent with a tacit understanding to prevent the opponent from entering the battle zone.

But even if they are like this, there are still a large number of immortal monks entering the war zone to encircle and suppress the Chu River, but fortunately only a few of the powerful in the early stage of the Eighth Realm entered it.

As for why he didn't participate in the confrontation of the fairy clan, he didn't try his best not to let Chuhe participate in this unfair duel.

The senior officials of the ancient clan seemed to have other plans, and they didn't say anything to stop Chuhe, and vaguely reached a strange tacit agreement.

dong dong dong-

In the abyss square, the war drums rang again and again.

Only the black and lonely figure of Chuhe remained.

"Why, dare not go?"

Da Neng's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Chuhe was playing tricks on them, and he was going to laugh and leave the next moment.

"Ha ha."

But Chuhe shook his head, glanced at those powerful men, gritted his teeth and said, "Remember, this time, you buried them with your own hands. Don't blame me afterwards."

After all, he entered the portal without hesitation.

"Fellow Daoist Lao, please use the Clear Sky Realm and let me have a glimpse of the battlefield." Li Xingyue on the side said softly.

Her cultivation is already at the middle stage of power, she has no way to participate in this siege, and there is a lunatic from the ancient clan staring at her, it is not easy to get rid of that difficult guy.

At the same time, other people gathered around.

The battle was about to break out, and the remaining high-level officials of the immortal and ancient clans in the square naturally didn't want to miss it, and they all bowed to the God of Laohuo who controlled the monitoring function of the entire theater.

The Haotian Realm is an earth-level treasure second only to the Creation Heavenly Soldiers. It has the divine power to penetrate all realms, teleport, and guide any corner. The main body is in the hands of a certain god.

The counterfeit daughters are placed in the teleportation squares of each war zone as portals, and they are also used as projections so that outsiders can watch the battle in real time.

"No problem."

Lao Huo looked like a middle-aged man, he replied indifferently, waved his hand, and the ripples of the portal shaped like a simple black mirror flowed, manifesting the scene in the ninth war zone.

The blood-colored sky, the broken and boundless land, the collapsed mountains, and the abyss and rifts are all over the place. The air is filled with the strong military aura that has been accumulated for countless years. From time to time, it turns into a terrible storm and wreaks havoc, filling and squeezing every inch of space.

Only in the distance is a blood-colored space-time rift across the sky. The space-time rift is the passage to the base camp of the clan outside the domain, and there are many in the entire primitive battlefield.

Once there is an attack from outside the territory, Haotian Realm will immediately inform the generals in charge of this war zone in the ancestral city, and quickly dispatch people to wipe out the attacking outside tribe.

In the first war zone, there is even an existence that tore apart the boundless land, like a super-large abyss crack.

For countless years, that crack in the abyss has never stopped spewing out people from outside the territory. Big battles and small battles happen all year round, and death happens all the time. It is not an exaggeration to call it a meat grinder, and it is the most tense place in the original battlefield.

The first war zone is the most dangerous place in the original battlefield. Too many powerful people who go deep into the abyss may fall.

Entering the seventh realm is nothing more than an inconspicuous little soldier. After a battle, I don't know how many people will die. The power of the eighth realm is the real main force. After a battle, everyone will be injured.

rumbling~
Between the sky and the earth, the wind is rolling, and the starry sky is shaking, so that the ninth theater is in a doomsday scene all the time.

Although there is no war today, and there is no foreign attack, but under the space-time crack in the sky of the ninth war zone, there are still a sea of ​​gods stationed, maintaining a high level of alert, and their energy and spirit are at their peak, ensuring that they can deal with surprise attacks and enter at any time combat state.

It's just that, although they have to be vigilant against the cracks in time and space, they can't help but get a part of their divine sense, and stare at the vast wasteland behind.

There, at this moment, the sky and the ground are already full of strong men from the various immortal clans, and there are even a few eighth realms.

This unprecedented battle was just to kill one person, it could be called absurd, but it really happened.

If there are no accidents, a terrifying battle will break out in the wasteland later, or... a brief massacre.

"General, the immortal clan is too shameless, so many arrogances besiege and kill a martial artist, this... is too ridiculous."

In the barracks, a lieutenant general was indignant and wished he could mobilize the army to wipe out those shameless arrogance.

"shameless?"

The tall god general in black armor and lingering iron-blooded aura shook his head and sighed: "Based on what that kid has done and the threat he may pose to the fairy clan, if I stand on the side of the fairy clan, I will be more shameless than this." Things can be done.”

"Why are the ancients so cowardly, such outstanding talents, they don't protect them well, and let them besiege them. Could it be that they have been scared of being beaten all these years? They have no guts!"

"That's a bad word."

The god general shook his head, and speculated: "I don't think it is possible for the ancients to let it go, and they probably have other strategies."

tearing~

During the conversation of the Protoss, under the attention of everyone, a crack appeared again in the starry sky above the wasteland.

A figure dressed in black came out, calmly watching the cold and hateful faces in all directions.

"Please!"

In the ninth war zone, under the attention of all the people, Mulong stepped out, with thick flames spraying from his mouth and nose, showing his murderous intent.

"Ah~"

Unexpectedly, under the gaze of a pair of eyes, Chuhe, who they thought would be like an enemy, sighed helplessly.

He didn't even give Mulong a straight look, but instead looked at Lei Hongyu who was sneering in the crowd, and said with compassion: "I told you, you don't know what you are facing at all, why are you so ignorant of the value of life?"

clang clang-

At this moment, Mulong's body was inexplicably cold, his face changed drastically, and the alarm bells in his heart struck violently, as if his life no longer belonged to him.

"You dare to die... what is that?!"

Lei Hongyu's heart skipped a beat, and he dared to reply, but when he saw the stalwarts from another world appearing silently in the starry sky, his expression changed drastically.

See, in the starry sky, on top of the six prototypes that are already known by the immortals and seem to be in charge of heaven's punishment, there is another silver prototype from another world, exuding infinite power of change!

That silver alien world, like a void storm, exudes extremely mysterious coercion all the time, sweeping across the vast universe, making them tremble as if facing the turbulent flow of the void!

The embryonic form of the seven worlds!

There is no sense of illusion, everything is real!

"Fake, all fake!!!"

Mulong's face was pale, he couldn't say a word, he couldn't accept this kind of Arabian Nights thing at all.

"Hiss~ General, am I dreaming? Give me a slap." In the barracks, the deputy general's face was dull, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"But, maybe it's a dream."

The general also stared blankly at the suppressing starry sky, overlooking the seven martial worlds in the world, and his thinking paused for a moment.

"This is impossible!!"

On the Abyss Square, the eyeballs of all the powers were red, and they lost their composure and roared. They felt that they were slapped hard by an invisible slap, and they almost went mad with anger.

"Am I dazzled?"

Huoyue was dumbfounded and rubbed her eyes hard.

"This guy, really..."

Then, she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

only……

Are seven prototypes from other worlds really enough?
After the shock, Huoyue was worried again. After all, what Chuhe had to face was not as simple as an enemy.

"not enough!"

In the depths of the ancestral land, the fifth elder shook his head, not optimistic about Chuhe, but looking at Chuhe's expression, he had a glimmer of expectation.

Looking forward to Chuhe surprising him again.

However, such a suspended animation plan will not work.

"So what about the seven prototypes, there are so many of us!!"

Lei Hongyu was already insane, yelling loudly.

Knowing that Chuhe would not let him go, he immediately mobilized everyone's emotions and wanted to attack him together.

But is the number useful?
"Ignorant fool!"

Standing tall in the starry sky, Chuhe looked cold and indifferent, like the Lord of Calamity judging the world, with the chains of the Dao in his body moving.

Rumbling--

In an instant, the big three domains opened together, blessed by the power of the holy beasts of the four prisons, and possessed by the spirit of the immortal soul.

His aura soared like a rocket, and the prototypes of the seven alien worlds seemed to have taken a big tonic pill, and their bodies swelled up, like vast stars, crushing a lot of space.

The embryonic form of the seven worlds is roaring and roaring, infused with energy, and the seven-color divine light blends and outlines above Chuhe's head, as if casting a peerless heavenly soldier!
Finally, under the watchful eyes of one after another, a seven-color divine clock that seemed to be able to hold the entire starry sky appeared.

It was poured by the power of the seven martial arts worlds, wrapped with bright golden dense patterns, brewing an unimaginable massacre.

Everything changes, but in an instant!

The giant clock in the starry sky above Chuhe's head, bathed in the light of majestic battles, looks like a demon and a saint, and has the momentum to dominate the world to suppress all directions. His cold eyes swept across a group of immortals.

"Are you ready, pups?!"

(End of this chapter)