Chapter 968: Destroy the Immortals

Looking at the dense strong men in the hall, Shen Chong's face changed dramatically. This burial hall is an ancient relic of a million years ago. In these long years, I don't know how many times it has been opened. I don't know how many soul imprints of monks have been left on these 72 columns of burial souls, and there are many fruit-level existences.

This dark array of magic lock soul actually awakened all souls and reappeared in the world. The just bursting momentum made Shen Chong breathless.

"Haha, although the burial hall is not the immortal body buried with the fire virtue immortal, the hall itself is the hand of the fire virtue immortals. With my innate fire spirit, it can naturally be controlled."

Ximenye's fire smiled for a long time. At the top of his head, Daoguo flew out again, but in the churning flame, a golden bell could be faintly seen, small and exquisite, crisp sound, fire spewing, emitting mysterious fluctuations.

Jiulong God Fire Shield, in ancient times, the original immortal weapon of the Huode Immortal Master has climbed to the realm of the seven-level immortal weapons, but with the fall of the Huode Immortal Master, it also died together. The West Gate Industry Fire is the reincarnation of the instrument of the Kowloon God Fire Cover. I don't know how many generations it has been reincarnated, but as soon as it enters the broken state, Kowloon is revealed in the Yuanshen. The shadow of the divine fire mask.

It is with the innate fire element in the Jiulong God Fire Shield that he can enter and exit this ancient relic in advance and find the location of the burial fairy hall. After the dark array of the magic lock soul is stimulated, he can control these imprisoned soul imprints.

At this time, Ximen Yehuo no longer pays attention to Shen Chong at all. These ghosts appear in the world, just the breath, is enough to turn Shen stamping over.

For a while, Shen Chong has fallen into crisis again. With his strength, he is enough to deal with several strong people in reality, but Bai Zun, Qian Zun, these numbers have become overwhelming advantages, and there is no possibility of victory at all. The powerful breath emanates, constantly impacting Shen Chong's soul, and even the Taoist heart begins to be turbulent.

"You are proud enough to be killed by thousands of strong Taoists." A cruel smile appeared in the eyes of Ximenye Huo, and the shadow of the Jiulong God Fire Mask in Daoguo shook, emitting a mysterious atmosphere.

"Kill!"

In an instant, countless streamers rushed to Shen Chong fiercely. Taoist magic, immortal martial arts, dense, shaking the heavens, horrible and fierce, thousands of Taoist fruit-level monks, Wanzun Huajing strong, such momentum can only be reproduced in the ancient war of gods and demons, not to mention in a second-class world, even in the world. The world is enough to cause chaos in the world. I don't know how many planets have been blown up, real creatures have been ruined, and hundreds of millions of monks have fallen.

However, the power that shocked the heavens did not shake on the stone wall around the burial hall, but there was not even a crack, and the breath rebounded, which was even more thrilling.

Although the burial hall is huge, in the face of this continuous attack like a tide, Shen Chong could not retreat, and in an instant it was annihilated by light.

"The proud immortal emperor wants to protect this fairy body with just a residual idea. How can it be that you will completely disappear." At the same time, the Ximen industry fire has once again flown over the high platform. The flames in the palm of its hand have tossed, the Yuanyang Holy Sword has reappeared, and the huge fire vitality has wrapped the whole high platform.

"Qingyue, I have been with you for millions of years. I'm afraid this is the last time we meet. With you, I have no regrets. Let's disappear together in this world." With a long sigh, his eyes fell on the face of the green moon fairy, showing endless tenderness.

After all, his regrets have gone through a long time. Even without the intrusion of Ximen Yehuo, it is impossible to support another hundred years. He has just stimulated the secret art of divine thoughts. The regrets are about to dissipate, and he is unable to resist the Yuanyang Holy Sword of Ximen Yehuo. His thoughts have become weaker and weaker, but he is still entangled in the body of the Qingyue Fairy.

"Hmm, proud, your millions of years of bitter love is also an empty joy in the end. The Qingyue Fairy did not like you when she was alive. Your company is just a humiliation for her, and I can also tell you that Huode Xianzun just regards Qingyue as a plaything, just a tool for the harmony between yin and yang."

The vicious voice of Ximenye Fire fell on the remnants of the proud immortal emperor like a heavy hammer. His face was constantly distorted, and the immortals were turbulent, showing a lot of anger, but his eyes were calm and scary.

"Damn it!"

The proud immortal emperor burst out these three words word by word. Even if it is about to dissipate, he will not allow anyone to insult his beloved woman.

Wow!

A rune has flown up. There is a terrible spiritual pressure flashing on this rune, slaughtering demons and destroying immortals, annihilating the world, destroying heaven and earth. The stone walls of the burial hall of immortals can no longer withstand this spiritual pressure, and there are signs of collapse.

"Immortal God Xiaofu, you still have this kind of thing." Ximen Yehuo's face suddenly changed. This immortal god Xiaofu is already the top product in the fairy charm. With the origin of immortality, it is not something he can compete with at all.

Ximen Yehuo only saw the remnants of arrogance that was about to dissipate, but forgot that the person in front of him was once the immortal emperor above hundreds of millions of immortals.

"Distant time and space, immortal fate entanglement, Qingyue, we will be together forever, and no one can separate us again." In the arrogant and gentle words, a drop of crystal beads seemed to flow from the corners of Qingyue's eyes. When spring returned to the earth, everything revived, and a vitality was brewing in his body.

The magic lock soul dark array, turning yin into yang, blood surges into the sky, and reverses the universe. It is an extremely rare return to the yang fairy array. Although it is not fully successful, it ignites a trace of vitality of the green moon fairy.

At the moment of lightning, the proud immortal emperor did not have much hesitation. In the long sigh, he has been urged to destroy the immortal god.

Even if the Qingyue regains its vitality through the array, there can't be a perfect way to rebirth in the fairy world. After the resurrection, the Qingyue fairy not only lost his cultivation, but also Shouyuan is only for hundreds of years. If she falls into the hands of the West Gate Industry Fire, I'm afraid that life is worse than death.

The death of the earth, the soul of the sky, the god is ninefold, and the immortals are destroyed.

Ximenye's fire retreated rapidly. The golden bells in the Taoist fruit rotated rapidly, the fire erupted, the earth cracked, and the infinite time and space had been opened. With the power of the Jiulong God Fire Mask, he could naturally enter the Funeral Hall at will. As long as he fled outside the hall, under the isolation of infinite time and space, even if it was the immortal sky charm. It's difficult to hurt him at all, but it's a pity that this fairy body is still empty in the end.

"Have you left yet?"

Just as Ximen Yehuo had stepped into the door of time and space with one foot, suddenly, a sword light had penetrated his body and shattered his world. At the end of the sword light was thirty-three balls of clear light. The heavenly heart and Taoist world unfolded and imprisoned his yuan god.

"It's impossible. You can't be still alive." Ximenye stared out his eyes and struggled hard, but in his consciousness, the surroundings were white. There was no sky, no earth, nothing, as if he was the only one in heaven and earth. He had huge power, but he could not bombard anything. No matter how strong the flame was, it could not burn.

"Please accept the fairy charm, and help you kill this scorpion." Shen Chong didn't care about suppressing the fire of the West Gate industry and hurriedly passed the voice to the arrogant immortal emperor on the high platform. Otherwise, he would not escape death under the power of the immortal god Xiaofu.

"This is... Thirty-three days of Taoism, the mysterious treasure of the heavens," the arrogant immortal emperor was also shocked. His regrets have been blurred and will dissipate at any time, but he still has a long smile.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect to see the rumored first treasure of the fairyland before dissipating, and the 33 days above the heavens and the world. Well, I'll believe you once."

The arrogant immortal emperor suddenly burst out with a strong idea. In the hall, the huge holy light rune has begun to shrink and reintegrated into his mind. His body gradually took shape and returned to the green moon fairy. The green moon fairy is expected to be reborn. Even if he can only accompany him for several years, he wants to I heard Qingyue call his name.

"The reincarnation of the heavens advocates the reincarnation of the heavens and reverses the universe of life and death. It's ridiculous that he can use these dead spirits to deal with you." In the long laughter of the arrogant immortal emperor, it also revealed his fear and vigilance for Shen Chong. He only had the body of regret, and only the immortal talisman could protect himself.