Hell Emperor

After falling from the sky, only half of the dragon was lying in the deep pit. The once majestic body was now in pieces. He was twitching constantly and howling shrilly. He was suffering from pain. His dragon pupils were dim and dull. Regardless of the past How majestic and majestic it was, now all that's left is despair.

"This is impossible, how could I lose..."

The dragon's blood gathered in the deep pit, forming a large pool of blood in the blink of an eye. From the blood pool came the shrill dragon's roar, which was horrifying. The Lord of Yama, who was originally aloof and commanding the underworld, now can only stay here and wait for death.

The dragon was cut down, and everyone cheered continuously. Their frowns completely relaxed, and everyone looked joyful, celebrating the hard-won victory.

"Great! Now the Lord of the Guangwang Palace will definitely die. Even if he has ascended to the immortal throne, he will not be able to recover from the injury that was cut in half for a while. The only thing waiting for him is death!" Li Ba pumped his fist hard and raised his arms.

Xie Xinyu patted her chest lightly and breathed a long sigh of relief: "The dragon essence in his men's bodies has been devoured by him long ago. It is his own fault that he is now alone and alone. Let's see who can come to save him now!"

Xia Wei's expression was indifferent, her eyes did not stop on the dying half of the dragon. She lowered her head and stared at the weak Ye Jie beside her with soft eyes. Her eyes were filled with a sweet smile and she spoke softly:

"Master, we won..."

"Really..." Ye Jie smiled in relief. He wanted to celebrate with everyone, but the severe backlash of the collapse forced him to give up this idea, "Just win."

Xia Wei stared at Ye Jie intently, her face feeling slightly hot. She lowered her head, leaned towards Ye Jie's ear, and breathed out her warm breath: "Master, you are injured so badly. When we go back, Xiao Wei needs to take good care of herself." To nourish your soul..."

Hua Xiaomei also leaned over, with a little bit of powder still remaining on her pale face: "Nursing the soul does not only require high cultivation. Brother Jie was injured so seriously. Sister Xia Wei alone cannot recover. I Come and help too!”

Seeing everyone gathered together, Nan Linghe pouted, mustered up his courage, and leaned over without any explanation: "What are you talking about? Oh... don't leave me behind, I want to join in!"

Li Feimo was also affected by this scene. He was just about to join everyone in celebrating, but he saw Shen Qingge standing with his hands behind his back. The wind was gentle and the clouds were calm, and the ancient well was calm. He couldn't help but said: "Master, we have won, why do you look like nothing at all?" Not happy? Don’t you come to celebrate?”

Shen Qingge glanced at her with cold eyes: "If you want to practice the Xuannv Sutra perfectly, you need to be detached from other things. The more your mood fluctuates, the more you have to look at it with a cold eye. How can you practice magic skills if you are so happy and distracted? ?”

Li Feimo stuck out her tongue. She understood what the master said, but every time it was time to put it into practice, she forgot all about it. As expected, she preferred to act haphazardly.

In the distance, the scene of the divine dragon falling was also seen by the reinforcements coming from Tianxuan Palace, and their morale was boosted for a while.

"The dragon has fallen, we have won this battle!" Qin Qiong stood in front of the troops, holding up the golden mace in his hand, and his voice spread everywhere.

Xuancheng breathed a long sigh of relief: "As soon as the master of the Guangwang Palace dies, the main tent in the palace will immediately return to Tianxuan Palace, and Tianxuan Palace will be able to restore order."

Li Yuan couldn't help but nod: "The people of the world are strong enough to kill ghosts and immortals. If he had such strength in the battle to pacify the world, why would he need to bother the immortals in heaven to take action?"

The dragon fell, causing a huge change in the surrounding situation. The ghost soldiers were scared to death, and no one dared to step forward to rescue him. Many of those who were in a wrong situation had already begun to flee in advance.

Among the people who were all smiling, Ye Jie was the only one who still retained some sense. He said to the people around him: "Calm down, has Master Guang Wang disappeared? As long as he doesn't die, you can't be careless for a moment. It's better to confirm his death as soon as possible." ”

Xia Wei nodded vigorously. How could she not listen to Ye Jie's words? He immediately raised his eyes and looked at the deep pit where the dragon fell.

At the edge of the pit, King Tang arrived here. Purple energy flowed in his left eye, bursting out with divine power. The devil's eyes were already ready to attack. He was just waiting for the next blow to kill the dragon on the spot and end this battle between yin and yang!

Facing the approaching threat, Yang Guang looked panicked and lost his initial calmness. Panic spread rapidly in his heart, and he almost saw his own death. In his current state, there is absolutely no way to stop the power of the Purple Demonic Eyes. The fate waiting for him will be to be ruthlessly cut in half. There will be no other possibility.

At the critical moment, countless calculations ran through his mind, and finally he raised his head as if commanding, and shouted loudly: "Master Mo Luo, save me!"

His shouts echoed in the wilderness, the sound was like thunder and deafening, like the heart-wrenching last cry of a dying person, or like a beast in desperate situation, roaring to the sky with full of unwillingness. The roar set off huge waves, causing everyone to change their expressions upon hearing it.

"Master Mo Luo? No, this is bad..."

Hearing the man's name, Ye Jie's pupils shrank and his expression changed drastically. The original relaxation was gone, replaced by silent fear.

"Master Mo Luo? Does Master Guang Wang have any helpers?" Xia Wei frowned. She originally thought the victory was determined, but she never thought there would be a chance of improvement.

As if to confirm what Xia Wei said, a dazzling light lit up from the sky, as if some incredible existence was falling from the sky.

Endless heavy pressure came from the sky. Under the heavy pressure, everyone's bones made crisp sounds, and their bodies were about to be completely crushed. The ghost soldiers fell to their knees in darkness. The scene was so spectacular. Even Xia Wei couldn't bear the heavy pressure and let out a muffled groan.

Shen Qingge sensed something was wrong and immediately deployed the soul shield to protect everyone around him, thus avoiding suffering under the heavy pressure.

A black light flashed, the earth trembled and cracked, and the broken cracks in the ground swallowed up many ghosts. The natural disaster scene, like an earthquake, made the people around him terrified.

Spider-web-like cracks spread along the ground, rolling up thick smoke and dust. Even the King of Tang was blown away by the impact and fell to the ground.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and when the shock subsided, the heavy pressure on the sky was no longer there. Only the figure next to the Lord of Guangwang Palace was so dazzling.

But the man's eyes were like stars, his nose was high, and there was a smile at the corner of his mouth at all times. He was in high spirits and wild. The dark cloak fluttered behind her, adding a bit of mysterious majesty to her. The heavy boots stepped on the ground, making a dull echo, showing her powerful aura.

Pressure and earthquake were just small movements caused by her arrival. This person was none other than the Lord of the Demon Palace!

At the call of the Lord of the Guangwang Palace, the Lord of the Demon Palace came, and her arrival also cast a haze over everyone's heart.

Hua Xiaomei knelt down tremblingly, crying: "It's really the Lord of the Demon Palace! This time it's all over... The Lord of the Demon Palace has reached the ninth level, and is the strongest in the underworld. It is very likely that she will become the next Emperor of the Underworld, and is on par with the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court. Looking at the entire Heavenly Court, there are not many people who are her opponents. She actually came to save the Lord of the Guangwang Palace? This..."

Hua Xiaomei's cry sounded the alarm for everyone, and they also had a more intuitive understanding of the strength of the Lord of the Demon Palace.

Not being a person in the underworld, of course, it is impossible to understand the reputation of the Lord of the Demon Palace. The Lord of the Demon Palace suppressed and imprisoned billions of evil souls in the Soul Devouring Abyss with her own strength. Her strength is unfathomable. If she makes a move, everyone will definitely have no chance of escape!

Looking at the Lord of the Demon Palace in the distance, Xia Wei gritted her teeth, her heart seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. In front of this absolute strength that surpassed all living beings, all her innate magical powers seemed so ridiculous.

The appearance of the Lord of the Demon Palace wiped out the original joy in everyone's hearts, and replaced it with endless despair. The Lord of the Demon Palace's strength was there, and it would not be more difficult to kill everyone than to crush an ant.

Fortunately, the Lord of the Palace of Demon Luo was not interested in the crowd. Her starry eyes showed an interested look, and she looked at Yang Guang, who was only half of his body left: "Have you changed your mind?"

Yang Guang struggled to get up, and his dragon pupils were full of anger. Seeing Mo Luo coming, he had no worries in his heart: "Just as you said, I will hand over the main account of the Palace of King Guang to you, and you help me eliminate all the rebels!"

Mo Luo glanced at him, and a bit of mockery flashed in his starry eyes: "That was the initial price. Now, it's more than this price."

Yang Guang trembled. Now the situation is pressing. Even if Mo Luo wants to ask for a high price, he can't refuse: "What do you want? I can give it all to you!"

"In addition to the main account of the Book of Life and Death, I also want the Ghost Gate. By the way, I think your Dragon Transformation is a bit interesting, give it to me too." Mo Luo spoke slowly, with absolute confidence in his starry eyes, and calculated that the Lord of the Palace of King Guang would not dare to refuse.

"You... that's all my property, you want it all?" Yang Guang's pupils shrank, and he was a little bit unbelievable, and his tone was hoarse.

"Since you want something, you have to pay a price. The choice is in your hands." Moro sneered.

"Forget it..."

Yang Guang thought for a moment and made a decision. He took a deep breath, opened his dragon mouth, and exhaled a breath of auspicious wind. Three things appeared from the auspicious wind. One was the ancient fragment, the second was the black door, and the third was the golden book.

"Is that... the main account of Guangwang Palace?"

Xuancheng also saw the ancient fragment, and his heart trembled. The thing that Tianxuan Palace dreamed of now appeared in front of him, but he was powerless. The combined power of everyone present could not hurt Moro's hair.

Moro waved his hand lightly, and the three things disappeared instantly.

"Palace Master Mo Luo, you have already got the things. I hope you can fulfill the agreement and kill those traitors!" Yang Guang's eyes flashed with urgency, and he urged repeatedly.

Mo Luo was not in a hurry to take action. She looked around leisurely and suddenly changed the subject: "Have you read the Red Dragon Sutra?"

"Red Dragon Sutra?" Yang Guang was stunned, and quickly reacted, "That is a scripture from the West. The content of the scripture is praising a red dragon, saying how great it is, how sacred it is, and even ghosts rely on the Red Dragon Sutra to cultivate dragon essence."

Mo Luo raised his chin and looked into the distance with starry eyes: "In the distant era, there was a hero who drank dragon blood and turned into a red dragon. The red dragon controls the sun and the moon, and is a totem worshipped by all living beings."

"That's just a story in the scripture, it doesn't count. There has never been a red dragon among the immortal officials who control the stars in the heavenly court." Yang Guang shook his head, "The scriptures always record untrue things. Only the historical facts recorded by historians and immortal officials can count."

"Really?" Moro did not argue with him, and suddenly said, "I will not help you kill those traitors."

"Why?" Yang Guang was shocked, "Palace Master Moro, what you want has been given to you. This is different from what we agreed..."

"I didn't say I want to do it myself. Do you want me to step on those ants who can't even walk?"

Moro waved his hand, his starry eyes revealed an overbearing arrogance, and the supreme pressure burst out, even the dragon trembled: "You must take back the country you lost with your own hands! And I, I will give you real power..."

The sword energy flashed by, and the space made a twisted and piercing creaking sound. The equality formation could not suppress Moro's power and was broken by her.

The source of the sword energy was the two fingers of her right hand that were stretched out. She put her fingers together as a sword and slashed towards the palm of her left hand. A bright red blood mark appeared on the white palm.

She clenched her fist, and the scarlet blood flowed along the center of her fist and dripped down. The blood was gorgeous in color and emitted boiling heat, as if it contained endless power.

"Drink it, this is my blood. Whether the scripture is true or false, you can verify it yourself!"

Moro laughed wildly, his eyebrows raised high, and endless enthusiasm emerged in his starry eyes.

As early as the moment the blood dripped, Yang Guang's dragon pupils shrank, and his sight could not be moved away for a moment.

He had practiced the transformation of the dragon, and was extremely sensitive to the breath of the real dragon. His intuition told him that if he could drink Moro's blood, he would be able to obtain a tremendous fortune!

He could not wait to lower his dragon head and bow down completely at the feet of Moro. He opened his dragon mouth and received the blood drops, just like receiving the sweet rain from the immortal.

When the blood drops entered his mouth, his breathing became extremely heavy, and his dragon pupils instantly expanded to the extreme. The golden pupils almost swallowed the entire eyeball, and blood was everywhere. The dragon scales all over his body stood upside down, and the edges were sharper than the blades, uncontrollably turning into a fierce dark red, which was daunting.

The section where the Purple Demon Eye cut through suddenly grew blood and flesh wildly. In just a blink of an eye, the lost half of the dragon body was restored, but the appearance was very different from before. It was no longer as slender and light as a spirit snake, but became as thick and heavy as a mountain.

Not only that, the front half of his dragon body was also affected, and it suddenly expanded rapidly, the slender dragon neck shortened rapidly, and the soft and thin Yinglong wings became hard and thick.

He spread out his dragon wings that covered the sky, raised his dragon head high, and let out a loud dragon roar, the roar reached the nine heavens, and he completely turned into a savage beast!

The majestic dragon power burst out from his body, and his strength rose sharply, from the peak of the second turn... the early stage of the third turn... the middle stage of the third turn... the late stage of the third turn... until the peak of the third turn, then he stopped. Compared with the beginning, it was more than ten times!

Above the sky, there was a deafening roar, thunder rolled, dark clouds roared, like thousands of troops blowing horns.

When an immortal breaks through the realm, it must be accompanied by the arrival of the calamity cloud. Facing the magnificent calamity cloud that illuminated the entire underworld, Yang Guang was not afraid. He licked the corner of his mouth, and in the dark golden dragon pupils, there was only extreme viciousness and bloodthirstiness.