Chapter 967: Proud Immortal Emperor

The whole burial fairy hall has turned into a sea of blood. The red light is soaring to the sky, but there is no pungent blood. It is full of holiness and secludedness everywhere. Shen Chong's body is bound by blood, and the yuan god is suppressed. Under the suppression of this blood sea, even mana cannot be mobilized.

Since his success in his cultivation, he has never felt helpless like now. He gathered the magic lock god and blocked his soul. Even the essence was passing rapidly. An extremely dangerous feeling shrouded down, and the strong blood gas had penetrated into the world in his body. Ximen Zizai and others were just for a moment. It was melted. Fortunately, Qingluan did not follow him, otherwise he could not escape death.

All the vitality is shattered, and the world in the body collapses. Only the 33-day Taoist map and the mysterious treasure of the heavens barely maintain the operation of his yuan god, but it is almost impossible to escape from the hall.

This is no longer the means of true immortals. Even the earth immortals and immortals can't make such a horrible array. I don't know how long it has been accumulated to integrate enough souls, attract the underworld, and gather the soul.

However, Ximen Yehuo did not seem to be hurt by the array at all. His body is above the sea of blood, and his vitality is growing rapidly. The Taoist fruit above his head is quickly plump, and the flames are churning, which is even bigger.

"The fairy body of this seat is about to be born, integrating the fairy body. This seat has immediately restored the strength of the fairyland. In the eyes of immortals, you are not even as good as ants." Ximen Yehuo laughed wildly, but glanced at Shen Chong with disdain, and then slowly walked to the high platform.

In the huge blood, the huge coffin dissolved little by little, and the white light emerged, and a female corpse in white appeared.

The appearance of this female corpse is extremely beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows, snow-white skin, dusty atmosphere, and a peaceful smile on her face. She looks like she is asleep, but it does not exude any vitality.

As soon as the female corpse appeared, all the blood gas was integrated into her body, integrating with the environment in the burial hall. The skin color gradually ruddyed, and the dead air on her body began to dissipate. Xiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, which seemed to be a little painful.

"It's a woman. How can it be a woman?" Ximen Yehuo seemed to have been whipped, and his laughter suddenly stopped, and his eyes showed panic and horror. He looked like a ghost, but then he was like a crazy tiger and rushed to the high platform crazily.

In an instant, the blood gas dissipated, and an invisible light curtain bounced away the fire of Ximenye. At the same time, Shen Chong also felt that his body was relaxed, and the blood bondage had disappeared. He was also shocked and retreated back repeatedly. If the door of the Funeral Fairy Hall had not been closed at some time, he would have escaped.

Wan!

The blood element disappeared, and the female corpse did not come back to life after all. The strong dead air permeated again, covering her only trace of ruddyness again, and her whole body fell down like a white feather.

"Alas!"

In a long leisurely sigh, a figure appeared on the high platform. It was a middle-aged man with crowned star feathers, with a resolute face and sword eyebrows, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

He gently poked out his hands, hugged the woman in the coffin into his arms, gently stroked her cheeks, and revealed endless tenderness in his eyes: "The journey of immortality has been hundreds of millions of years. I haven't seen the young man show his eyebrows. Looking at the autumn water, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals."

Endless mourning was revealed in the soft singing, and Shen Chong's face was even more stunned. He had seen that there was no vitality in this middle-aged man, no flesh and blood, no gen, no soul, just an idea.

"Who are you? Who is the big tomb made by Huode Xianzun himself? Who is in this coffin?" Ximen Yehuo's face was so wonderful that he couldn't say whether he was crying or laughing. He tried his best to find the big tomb left by Huode Xianzun, which stimulated the dark array of gathering demons and lock souls. He wanted to find the immortal body of Huode Xianzun, refine the Dharma body, help himself resist the heavenly disaster, and become a real immortal. Unexpectedly, he didn't expect to get an oolong.

Who is this woman? He has no clue at all. He is horrified, ashamed, angry, and afraid. He has all kinds of ideas. Now he is depressed and just wants to kill and destroy everything around him.

"Fire virtue immortals, no one has mentioned this name for a long time. Even if you ascend the position of immortals, you will also have to disappear, and even a big world has not evolved. Fire virtue, fire virtue, fire as virtue, how can you be qualified to take fire virtue." The middle-aged man looked up and swept over the Ximen Yehuo. His gentle eyes suddenly changed, and the murderous shot: "You are just a fairy weapon refined by the despicable villain of Huode. You have reincarnation and haven't even climbed the fairy throne. How dare you shout in front of this seat and look for death!"

The middle-aged man's face was angry, with one palm and five fingers drawn out. The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth converged into a colorful light wheel, covering the West Gate Industry.

"Five elements of immortal art, you are the arrogant immortal emperor." Ximen Yehuo's eyes shrank and showed a look of apprehenment.

The proud immortal emperor is a figure in the same era as Huode Xianzun. He is famous for his five elements of immortal skills. If it is in the heyday, not to mention the fire of the west gate industry, I'm afraid that even the whole world can be penetrated with one punch.

However, the Zhou Tianxian Emperor in front of him is just a wisp of ideas. There is no flesh, no yuan spirit, and the condensed five elements of light wheels are just imaginary. Although the momentum is huge, the power is limited.

Ximen Yehuo naturally saw this point. His mana had been restored. When his vitality turned, the fire of heaven and hell rose again, and all the fires and spirits gathered together and turned into a huge fire dragon, which actually devoured the colorful light wheel in one bite.

"Since you are the proud immortal emperor, this woman is a green moon fairy and a fairy king-level existence. Even if you can't get the immortal body of the fire virtue immortal and refine her into a puppet, it is enough to help me resist the nine-day disaster."

The dragon has a reverse scale, and he will be angry when he touches it. For the proud immortal emperor, the female corpse in the coffin is his reverse scale. The fire of the west gate inspires the array and refines the coffin, which has made him furious. At this time, he is even more angry.

"Qingyue, we haven't seen each other for a long time. In order to accompany you, I gave up the opportunity of reincarnation and integrated the yuanshen into this burial hall. No one can be disrespectful to you, let alone take you away, so let you and I work together to kill everything here." There was a strange light in the eyes of the arrogant immortal emperor, and he didn't know what magical skills he had used. His spiritual body dissipated and integrated into the female corpse.

A trace of death spread out of the female corpse and permeated around. Suddenly, she flew up. Her eyes were open angrily, her expression was solemn and pious, and her breath was becoming more and more vigorous, far beyond the state of fragmentation. The powerful pressure put the Ximen industry on the ground and could not move at all.

But this huge force came and went quickly, only a few breaths, but suddenly dissipated, and the female corpse in white fell to the ground again, and the fairy overflowed and turned into a mass of fairy fog.

"Damn, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, Qingyue, I can't integrate into your body. No, even if we want to disappear, we will dissipate together." The arrogant immortal emperor roared repeatedly, but he could no longer melt into the body of the female corpse. His breath swayed and began to dissipate.

"Hmm, borrow the corpse to return the soul and show off the immortal emperor. No matter how powerful your idea is, it has gone through so many years. If you want to stimulate the magic body of the immortal king, even if you integrate it, how much power can you exert." Ximenye laughed loudly. At this time, he was completely relieved. Although he still didn't understand why the body of the Qingyue fairy appeared in the coffin, it didn't matter. It was not a waste of effort to get a fairy king's magic body.

Oh!

The Yuanyang Holy Sword, which was transformed by the essence of its own life, was condensed again, and the sword spirit spread, breaking the invisible curtain on the high platform.

"Ximen Yehuo, you seem to have forgotten me." Suddenly, a poison charm appeared behind the Ximenye fire, and the magnificent poisonous gas immediately swept the Ximenye fire.

"How could I forget you, but you have to break the array here first."

Ximenye's fire was full of laughter, and the magic formula in his hand moved. Seventy-two stone pillars suddenly sparkled with colorful brilliance. The soul gods rushed out of the stone pillar, and the flesh and blood were derived and turned into human form again.

Moyun Sanying, Qu Fen, Wei Dian, and many unknown strong people. Their faces are very stiff, but their breath is no worse than before.