The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

"what?"

In the distance, a slight sound of surprise was heard. He seemed very surprised, as if he was surprised that Song Xing could easily resist his attack.

"Yes, you can actually withstand my emperor's attack. Your cultivation strength is indeed very impressive. No wonder you have the courage to provoke me."

The sound came out, and immediately, a tall and burly figure appeared slowly, with countless ghosts behind him. At this moment, they actually gathered around to form a terrifying battle body that was a hundred feet in size.

The body is covered with a layer of jet black heavy armor, and mysterious runes are imprinted on the heavy armor. In each rune, there is a figure wearing pitch black armor standing, lifelike, it seems that those figures will break out of the sky at any time.

A kind of majesty permeated him. Let the air around you freeze.

"You despicable humans, ants, who are you? You dare to offend our majesty. All of you must die, all of you must die."

Endless murderous aura emerged from the huge ghost body.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a dark sickle appear out of thin air in his hand and slashed towards Song Xing. In the sickle, there seemed to be countless innocent souls roaring and cursing.

"Humph!!"

There was a hint of coldness in Song Xing's eyes. With his right hand clenched into a fist, a purple energy penetrated the void. He blasted towards the pitch-black sickle and collided with it. On the spot, he saw that a terrifying force was transmitted from the pitch-black sickle, and the purple energy burst open.

The dark scythe spread forward like a tide.

The aura exuding from this sickle is too weird. It gives people an extremely dangerous feeling, even if it is just a ray of sword light, it has inexplicable power.

At this moment, a huge illusory God of War appeared behind Song Xing, standing in the void. Behind him, a terrifying figure stood tall and majestic like a mountain. He held a war spear and a golden battle ax in his hand. He looked up to the sky and roared, and an ax struck down in the air.

With one blow of an ax, it seemed that thunder exploded from the sky, the earth was turned upside down, and the situation changed. That blow was like it could split the sky into pieces.

An ax struck the sickle, and the destructive power erupted was enough to destroy cities and destroy mountains and rivers.

But the light on the sickle still moved forward, slashing towards Song Xing.

"Humph!!"

Song Xing snorted coldly and waved a silver-white sword light in his hand again. The sword light flashed and turned into thousands of sword energy, which shattered the sickle on the spot, turned into nothing, and melted in the void.

"The Blade of the God of Hades, seducing souls by killing people."

In the void, another burst of words came. Then he saw a skeleton throne appearing in the sky, and a figure walked out of it again.

As soon as this figure appeared, a bright divine ring suddenly appeared behind its head.

A bloody beam of light suddenly shot towards Song Xing. This was the power of death.

But when the bloody light beam approached Song Xing, he saw a huge totem suddenly appeared behind Song Xing. On the totem, a strange wave bloomed. The wave blocked the blood light on the spot and was helpless. near.

Song Xing's eyes were firm, and with a flash of light in his hand, he could clearly see a bright avenue emerging in the void behind him. The road is straight, leading to the sky.

Astonishingly, it is a picture scroll of Dao composed of Dao patterns.

The scroll of the avenue unfolded and swept away in all directions. In the scroll, there was a god standing between heaven and earth. It was a scene condensed by the avenue. These gods are all transformed from the Great Dao.

The eyes of each god opened, and a divine light burst out.

The scroll of the avenue unfolded and rolled straight towards the Hades Emperor.

The Hades Emperor's face suddenly changed, and there was a look of horror in his eyes. He retreated crazily, but under the scroll, there was no way to escape.

The scrolls on the avenue scrolls contain strong traction.

This picture is not simple. It is the magical power that Song Xing obtained when he was promoted to the Heavenly Immortal Realm. This magical power is called - the Dao Scroll. Once it is displayed, the Dao Scroll will unfold on its own. In the scroll, a famous god will be condensed on its own. The gods all have different magical powers.

The divine residence in this scroll evolved from the great avenue. Although it is only a vague shadow, it still has extremely powerful power.

Once the scroll is unfolded, no one can escape. This is a magical power specifically targeted at ghosts.

Boom! !

When Gui Shuai saw it, there was a hint of fear in his eyes. The power in this picture scroll was more powerful than he imagined. He had to be involved in it before he would let it go.

In the painting, a strong attraction suddenly came, pulling his body into the painting.

As Gui Shuai thought, a pitch-black sickle left his hand in an instant and slashed down at an ancient god who was rolling towards the scroll. This sword seemed to be able to cut off the scroll on the spot. But the strange thing is that the god in the scroll just stretched out one foot and stepped lightly on the dark sickle. There was a click, and the sickle shattered.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying force flowed down his feet and poured into the dark scythe, causing the entire scythe to vibrate violently and almost falling out of his hand. The resentment in the scythe was almost completely shattered.

The sickle shattered into pieces, and a ferocious demonic face could be seen clearly appearing in the void. It was a face full of violence, anger, and cruelty.

This demonic face is clearly that of a ghost and god, a ghost and god holding the Blade of Hades. With a wave of the sickle in his hand, a boundless evil spirit swept out from the sickle. That momentum almost distorted the surrounding air.

This knife seemed to be able to cut through everything.

"What a terrifying sickle. This is a magical weapon used by ghost-level warriors. This sickle has been refined into a ghost weapon. It can use the ferocious energy on the sickle to unleash terrifying combat power."

There was a solemn look on Song Xing's face.

The aura on this sickle definitely reaches the level of ghosts and gods, and it is not an ordinary ghosts and gods.

Song Xing took action again without hesitation, stabbing out a golden sword quickly.

Every sword is a golden flying sword, and every flying sword is an innate spiritual treasure, unrivaled in sharpness. With this stab, the dense flying swords tilted down like raindrops and slashed towards the ghost commander.

As the sickle was swung, a layer of light red blood appeared on the sickle. The blood was very viscous, as if it were made of blood. Intertwined in the void, turning into a barrier, blocking the front.

The dense flying swords hit the blood light hard, but the blood light was so tough that it actually blocked the flying swords in front of them, preventing them from moving forward.

At this moment, all I could see was a thick layer of will-o'-the-wisp emerging from the dark scythe in the Ghost Commander's hand. The will-o'-the-wisp was jumping, and inside the scythe, a ferocious ghost was roaring. This fierce ghost was actually made of will-o'-the-wisp. It exudes an eerie and cold atmosphere.

The group of fierce ghosts rushed out from the sickle, bringing out a fishy stench. This is a fierce ghost. As soon as it appears, you can see that the body of this fierce ghost suddenly expands and becomes three hundred meters high. (End of chapter)