Chapter 394 Shenzang-God's Battle

The flowers on the other side, also known as the mandala flowers, are the only scenery and colors on the road of the Yellow Spring. Because they have been sucking corpse gas for many years, the whole is red. From afar, it looks like a carpet paved with blood. When the soul of the underworld steps on the flowers on the other side, it goes straight to the underworld hell and waits for success. Judgment or reincarnation.

Of course, there are also aliens in the flowers on the other side. Take the other side flower in the hands of ghosts as an example, it is a rare mando pearl sand.

When the mando pearls and sand flowers bloom, all sentient beings live; when the mando pearls and sand flowers fall, all living beings die!

"The road of blood!" As the ghost's words fell, a trace of petals fell on the tomb, and suddenly countless flowers on the other side emerged from those graves like bamboo shoots and bloomed like blood!

"Kka!" At the end of the cemetery, the end of the road paved by flowers on the other side suddenly cracked, forming a dark abyss. It seems that it guides the way to the yellow spring of the underworld hell!

The righteous alliance and the disciples of Shenzunmen, who had just arrived, looked at this bloody road, and their minds were immediately taken away and indulged in this beautiful scene. With the opening of the flowers on the other side, the disciples only felt that the beauty of life was unparalleled, and then the petals withered and scattered, as if they had finished the long road of life and gradually gave birth. Frithe.

Life is like a flower. No matter how beautiful it is, no matter how touching it is, no matter how dazzling it is, it seems that you can't escape death. Some disciples with lower cultivation actually took out their weapons in a daze. In the unconscious ** and confusion, they raised their troops and cut themselves.

The petals spilled down, and the blood suddenly spread throughout the back mountain.

Qin Chuan, Duanmu Qingyan and a group of elders of Shenzunmen were all affected. Although they did not judge themselves like those disciples, they were all in a muddle-headed situation.

Yang Zhumeng's eyebrows moved, and there was a cold light in his eyes. He secretly said in his heart, what a manto pearl sand. The fantasy created can actually be eye-catching. Even Senior Shen Tu and Elder Duanmu were not spared! Fortunately, I was the ghost king of the Yinsi Mansion in those years, and I have also seen this Manto Pearl Sand, otherwise I would have been confused!

After crossing the disaster and knowing everything in his previous life, Yang's dream has gone through reincarnation. His heart is already like a rock, and the ambition of heaven is like iron and steel. How can he be blinded by this illusion in front of him? Moreover, although Mando Zhusha is amazing, Yang Zhumeng has also seen it, and he is no longer affected by it after saying goodbye.

Xiuzu took a slight step forward. Yang Zhuimeng's eyes were full of light, and flames rose from her, and the surrounding air suddenly crackled.

"Pure Yang Tianhuo, go!"

The sky fire is like an ocean, as if it has drowned everything, heading for the other side of the beautiful flower road. The purest sky fire in heaven and earth keeps devouring those fire petals condensed by corpses and all withering.

"Skyfire? Haha, it's not so easy to rely on the pure sun fire to extinguish my blood!" Although the ghost's face was slightly surprised, he was full of great confidence in the magic power he had just obtained from refining the heavenly king puppet. Pinching the magic formula, the mando pearl sand appeared in his hand again.

One into two, two into three, three into thousands! Mando beads turned into thousands of colorful petals and swept towards Yang's dream.

Flowers fall, all living beings die!

"Blood shines on hell!"

Looking at these petals that can not be afraid of their pure sun fire and keep sticking to their bodies, Yang Zhuimeng was also shocked. This is not a fantasy, but a real existence! No matter how Yang Zhuimeng stimulated the sky fire, she could not stop the petals from adsorption. After a while, she was wrapped in big rice dumplings by those petals, fell from the air to the bloody road, and was gradually sent into the abyss.

"Fight with me, looking for death!" Watching Yang Zhuimeng being sent into the abyss by himself, he laughed loudly. Originally, he didn't want to fall in love with the war, but after getting this puppet magic weapon, he immediately withdrew from the righteous alliance. Now Qin Chuan and others have been confused by the flowers on the other side, and Yang Zhuimeng, who can't even see through it, has also been solved. He immediately changed his original intention.

"It seems to be a good choice if the two powerful enemies of Zhengqi League and Shenzunmen are destroyed!"

Just as the ghosts were about to catch Qin Chuan and others, they only heard a "boom" and the earth trembled. In the abyss of the yellow spring, a huge body wrapped in black flames was constantly rising. The flames were raging, and the aura* set off a tide of anger between the flat ground, and the rotating flames was like a blade. Stop tearing the petals of five colors and five series. Just like the deep-sea beast devouring everything in swimming.

As the flame gradually dissipated, the true face inside, five eyes, three heads and six arms were finally revealed. Hold the diamond pestle, treasure wheel, trident, and soul restraint in both hands. The middle hands elongate their index fingers, middle fingers and ring fingers, and the abdomen of the thumb is connected to the little thumb, forming a fingerprint.

"What is this magic power? How can you break my bloody road!" The evil exclaimed.

At this time, one of them said:

"Childish, it's just a magical power. Do you think you have to do it in the world?"

"You are Fairy Yang!" Although the ghosts don't know what this law is, Yang Zhumeng's voice has never changed. You can know it as soon as you hear it.

This is exactly the immovable king's appearance! At this moment, Yang's dream is like a tiger going down the mountain, climbing up, and the tiger roars and moving thousands of mountains:

"What about the magic power? What about Tianjun? Today, I will kill you as a heavenly king!"

"The inflammation of the pure world!"

When the words fell, the black flame around the king's Dharma was fiercely agitated again. The king's Dharma of the Ming Dynasty's five eyes flashed together, and the anger of the King of the Ming Dynasty turned into thousands of black clouds, and once again attacked the layers of ghosts and evil, as if he wanted to burn everything in the world!

"What kind of flame is this?" The petals on the other side transformed by the corpse seem to be irresistible. The ghost and evil look are terrible. There is no trace of neglect, and the sharp color in the eyes rises sharply:

"Even if you can use your magic power, you are by no means my enemy. I'm much stronger than you!"

Indeed, as the ghost said, although the anger of the Ming king can be turned into corpse gas, Yang Zhuimeng has only recently broken through, and his mana is naturally limited, and the destroyed petals are almost the same as those that have grown again. However, it is extremely amazing that Yang Zhuimeng, who has only practiced for several years, can compete with the ghosts and evils he has won ten thousand years ago.

"In terms of mana, I'm really not as good as you!" Yang Zhuimeng divided his hands, and the flame of the pure world suddenly converred into her palm. His mind urged him and said coquettishly:

"But I will take you down today anyway!"

King Faxiang's hands were combined and pushed forward, and a palm made by a black flame suddenly patted out.

The king's seal is as strong as the strong, and the king's anger is like a stone through the sky, like a stormy wave.

The ghost looked up at the huge palm of the wind and lightning, and finally changed his face and exclaimed in horror:

"What kind of magic power is this?"

The huge palm collapsed into the sky like the top of Mount Tai and fell straight down.

The ghost roared sharply, and in an instant, the infinite magic shock filled it, and the silky petals of Mandozhusha in his hand were all open and thrown into the sky. At the same time, another puppet was summoned out in an attempt to block the huge palm that was falling. However, the "unmovable king's seal" is the strongest. Even if the ghost's magic power is strong, it doesn't help. The five-color petals blocked in front of them were crushed, and another puppet magic weapon was also bombarded and fell down and hit with the ghost.

The mountain-like palm falls from the sky. In addition to its own power, its impact is so powerful. It is said that if you are photographed, even if you are rushed by the shock wave, you will inevitably suffer losses. Although the ghost was not directly hit, it was indirectly colliding with the puppet and fell to the earth like a meteorite, smashing the cemetery into a huge pit.

The battle between the emperors is actually to lock the opponent with divine thoughts, and then assist them with divine power to kill the enemy. This is almost the most conventional way of fighting between the emperors. At the same time, it is also the place where the emperor is stronger than the immortals and immortals.

Under one blow, Yang Zhuimeng's mana was also consumed, and he could no longer maintain the Ming King's Dharma. After restoring his original appearance, his face looked extremely pale. Although this Wuming Wangyin is powerful, as Mu Yunfei said before, it is not necessary to be at a critical moment. Otherwise, if you don't hit it and the mana won't continue, you will definitely die!

When watching ghosts and evil, his face becomes ferocious and distorted. Although ghosts are no different from ordinary people on the surface, after all, they are puppets, and there is no flesh and blood in their bodies. At this moment, they are constantly vomiting in the pit. And the puppet magic weapon that had previously resisted the attack of most of the immovable king seals in front of him has been broken.

"Without this puppet magic weapon, my ghost may fall into your hands today! However, at this moment, your immortal power is exhausted and your magic power is not continued. How can you be my opponent? Haha!"

Looking at the ghost and evil in the wild laughter flying into the air, Yang's expression changed, and he suddenly felt powerless. As the ghost said, his mana was almost exhausted, and how can he stop it? At this moment, Duanmu Qingyan and others are still confused by the flowers on the other side. As long as they die, the two elites will not be spared. !

I can't bear to think too much about Yang's dream. The roar of ghosts and evil sounded again, and the sharp sound was about to tear it apart! The disgusting horror of the corpse enveloped the world.

"Blood shines in hell" was once again exerted by ghosts, but this time it was slightly different. The scattered petal rain turned into the ubiquitous dagger.

The petal short sword full of sword spirit shuttled through the back mountain of Zhengqi League, and immediately twisted the flowers, trees and mountain stone tombstones into ashes all over the sky.

"Hahaha, Yang Xianzi, let you be strong, but you will still die in my hands!" Seeing that Yang Zhuimeng was surrounded by a dagger, the ghost had foreseen her tragic end and couldn't help laughing loudly. She was not as embarrassed as before, and she was full of complacency.

"Really?"

A soft question sounded in the ghost's ear. Looking at Yang Zhuimeng, he didn't know when he got out of the siege of the dagger and was smiling at his face. Of course, the ghost knew that Yang Zhuimeng's reaction was not to himself, but to the person who suddenly asked questions behind him. His heart suddenly became flustered, put away his blood and shined on hell. He retreated like lightning. He turned around and exclaimed at the five people who suddenly appeared in the air:

"Who are you?"