The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

A flash of light flashed in his mind, and finally let him understand the reason for the mutation of Yinghuo.

"Amitabha, it is definitely the scourge left by Amitabha. Looking at this posture, don't be slandered by gods~!"

The last resort of the emperor's slanderous thoughts was to borrow the old Dao Dao fruit. Even if the gods slandered thoughts themselves could not survive this time, their peak combat power was not weaker than their deity before his death.

If such a slander appeared, Qin Xuan felt that unless the Great Emperor Wushi was resurrected, if he wanted to solve him, at least a few imperial soldiers would be enough!

On the Zishan Mountain in the East Desolation, the Black Emperor tilted his head to look at the blurry Buddha that appeared above the Western Desert, his whole body was about to explode with dog hair.

"Ah...Mi...The Great Amitabha?"

"Damn it, what the hell did Laogu and the others do on Yingzhuo Guxing, and the one who was alarmed has to return from the long river of time~!"

"Could it be that there is the Emperor Amitabha's tomb above Yinghuo, let them demolish 18~!"

The black emperor thought a lot for a while, and slapped the little bear big strong who wanted to ride on his body with one paw.

However, what does that have to do with this emperor? The big deal is that this emperor ran to Zishan and waited for tens of thousands of years, and then came out after hundreds of thousands of years!

Fantastic Ancient Star, Demon Suppression Tower, the last layer of the eighteenth hell, the lonely prison.

The pure power of faith continuously penetrates the space from the universe, converges towards this layer, and continuously injects into the phantom of the demon Buddha behind the bald youth.

"Jie Jie...ahhhhhhhh~~!"

The bald-headed youth laughed wildly, and the phantom of the devil and Buddha behind him continued to change from illusory to real, and even began to become flesh and blood.

The blood-colored Sanskrit appeared on his skin, and his whole body was densely covered. From a distance, it looked like a blood Buddha oozing blood all over his body.

With the injection of the power of faith, the golden cassock on the Demon Buddha gradually turned into black and dark red, and a demonic, evil, and vicious atmosphere was brewing.

The golden Buddha is pregnant with the devil's womb, and when it is truly formed, the one who reappears in front of the world is Amitabha Buddha, who is also the supreme devil Buddha.

The wisps of Diwei began to fill the entire eighteenth layer of hell with the formation of the Supreme Demon Buddha. In the end, the Void Mirror was completely unable to suppress the movement of the Demon Subduing pestle.

After all, compared to the slanderous thoughts left by Emperor Amitabha, the demon-subduing pestle at this time is completely an imperial soldier with a master!

Although the Void Mirror is magical, Ji Wudi is not the emperor after all.

Gu Tianshu, who was manipulating the Beginningless Bell, was not much better. Facing the Supreme Demon Buddha, he felt that his entire body was about to be torn apart. His Sendai seems to want to save him.

If it hadn't been for Wu Shi Zhong, the emperor's soldier, to protect him and isolate him from the Supreme Demon Buddha, even if he was a quasi emperor at this time, it would be difficult for him to protect himself.

"How could Emperor Amitabha leave behind a demon like you~!"

"The word supreme, you are not worthy~!"

Gu Tianshu was arrogant, even in such a situation, he still did not lower his head, but urged Wu Beginning Bell with all his strength to strike a peerless blow.

"Give me town~!"

The purple inscriptions on the wall of the bell without beginning flickered, interweaving the mysterious avenues of truth and the divine patterns of heaven and earth.

A stalwart figure with a beginningless bell in his hand emerged, and he came from the years with the power of the emperor no less than the supreme devil.

Heaven and Earth can leave the Dao marks of the strongest, allowing them to reappear from the calamity.

Then, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, who have crossed with the lives of the strongest, can naturally engrave their Taoism, and borrow a trace of power belonging to the godless from somewhere.

With black hair and a shawl, looking at the mountains and rivers between steps, the whole world seems to be unable to accommodate his figure!

"Emperor Wu Beginning? It's a pity that I watched you disappear in front of me thousands of years ago. How did you come back from there~!"

"Death to me~!"

The bald-headed young man roared, and the right index finger of the Supreme Demon Buddha behind him bent, touching his thumb to form a Buddha seal, and gently pushed it towards the phantom of the Great Emperor carved by the Beginning Bell.

A blood-colored palm print is generated from the void, and it will disperse the phantom of the Beginning Emperor that appeared out of thin air.

On the other side, Ji Wudi, who was struggling to suppress the demon pestle so that it would not be returned to the hands of the bald young man, only felt a shock behind him, and a low voice sounded.

"Void Mirror? Was it the emperor of that little guy back then? He really didn't disappoint my past life and became the Great Emperor of the Human Race after all?"

The deep voice seemed to be telling the past, and the death energy of the Supreme Dao Emperor appeared from the darkness, isolating the blood-colored air belonging to the Supreme Demon Buddha!

"Boom...boom...boom...!"

The majestic heartbeat resounded behind Ji Wudi, and a supreme demon body that oppressed the heavens came from the darkness.

Every time he took a step, the entire space of the eighteenth layer of hell was turbulent.

It seemed that even this space could not bear the power in his body.

If the phantom that is condensing behind the bald-headed youth is the Supreme Demon Buddha, then the figure that walks is the real demon.

The endless blood and evil spirits clashed with the evil spirits of the Supreme Demon Buddha, and there was a faint collision between the extreme power of the emperor.

"The demon pestle is yours, then the Void Mirror is mine~!"

Without 813's upper demon body opening, a drop of demon blood that can refine the star field emerges from the endless blood evil spirit, and the next moment appears in front of the Void Mirror confronting the demon pestle.

A drop of blood just floated in front of the Void Mirror. At this time, Ji Wudi seemed to be in an endless nether blood prison, surrounded by a murderous emperor. From that drop of blood, he saw countless emperors fighting between life and death. Yu Huang saw a figure whose body was torn apart, but still stood.

"You are his descendant, I won't kill you~!"

The bloody big hand appeared, causing the void mirror above Ji Wudi's head to vibrate, a faint light flashed, and the god inside the void mirror took Ji Wudi into the inner space of the emperor mirror.

An ordinary-looking emperor shadow, who is unique in the nine heavens, looks down on the galaxy, and the space is making pilgrimages to it, emerges from the Void Mirror.