It turned out that in this ancient battlefield, the rolling evil energy fluctuations, mixed with the monstrous fighting energy, had completely spread to the outside, causing huge changes.
The world outside was shaking violently. There seemed to be countless strong men shouting and roaring above the nine heavens. The sounds of fighting and killing were shocking and shocking.
In the battlefield, the ferocious man's face noticed this scene, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly closed the stone door to block the flow of breath.
After all, there are many masters outside. If there is any strong person who defies the will of heaven, he will be in danger if he steps into this world.
Unfortunately, the fluctuations of the evil energy and war flow have spread to the outside world. The heaven and earth are moving violently. Many powerful people in the Kingdom of God have captured this scene.
Tiandao Palace, deep inside, Chongguang Shenxia Palace.
Xuanyuan Moxie was sitting cross-legged in the main hall, silently adjusting his breath to heal his injuries. When he noticed the fluctuation of the war current, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of surprise.
"What a strong fighting spirit aura!"
He looked out the window and saw dark clouds surging in the distant sky, seeming to be brewing with a world-shattering aura.
"Is there an ancient war spirit born?"
Almost instantly, Xuanyuan Moxie sensed that this was the aura of ancient war spirits, which had gathered the souls of countless ancient powerful men and possessed extremely abundant energy.
"If I can refine the ancient war soul, my injuries can be restored instantly!"
A fiery look appeared in Xuanyuan Moxie's eyes.
The aura of the ancient war spirit is extremely majestic. If it can be absorbed, his injuries can be healed instantly, and it is possible to achieve a breakthrough in his cultivation level.
"Xuanwu, come and see me quickly!"
As his eyes turned, Xuanyuan Moxie made a decision in his heart.
Tread, tread, tread.
After he finished speaking, a man radiating a Hongmeng treasure light quickly stepped into the hall. It was Chen Xuanwu.
"Master Palace Master, what are your orders?"
Chen Xuanwu raised his hands and asked.
"There seems to be an ancient war spirit appearing over there in Boundary City. You and Jiuyouhu should go and have a look, find a way to capture the war spirit, and bring it back to me!"
Xuanyuan Mo Xie's tone was solemn, the ancient war spirit was born, and the people in the Hades Palace must also feel it.
He must act quickly to conquer the fighting spirit before Mo Xueming.
The energy of this ancient war spirit is so majestic. No matter it is him or Mo Xueming, whoever gets it will be able to recover instantly!
In other words, whoever can grab the ancient war soul will be in a superior position in the next battle!
"Sir, you... you are injured. Jiuyouhu should stay and take care of you. I can go alone."
Chen Xuanwu reminded him softly that Xuanyuan Moxie had not yet recovered from his injuries. If there was no one to protect him, if an accident occurred, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Don't worry, I have the original soldiers in hand, no one can hurt me, you go quickly, don't let Hades get there first!"
While Xuanyuan Moxie was speaking, he pulled out a sword.
This sword is full of murderous intent, full of extremely terrifying killing aura, and has a trace of the mystery of the origin. It is the first of the legendary "Four Swords of Killing Immortals", the Killing Immortal Sword!
Although Xuanyuan Mo Xie has not completely controlled this Immortal Killing Sword, he can already exert some of his murderous intent, which is enough to withstand sudden accidents.
The value of the ancient war spirit was too great. He was determined to get it. Chen Xuanwu alone might not be able to capture the Underworld Palace, so he wanted to send the Nine Nether Tigers out as well.
"Yes, sir, I'll leave immediately."
Chen Xuanwu agreed and walked out of the hall immediately.
Outside the main hall, under a giant tree, stood a majestic and arrogant figure.
He was an old man with gray hair, but his eyebrows were sharp and showed no sign of aging. He had tiger whiskers on his cheeks and carried a huge pen on his back.
This old man is none other than Jiuyouhu.
The seals between Gu Hanlin and Su Ruoxi were lifted, and his aura gradually recovered, and he was able to transform into a human form. His whole body was filled with demonic aura, and his cultivation was very powerful. He had reached the middle stage of the Saint Ancestor Realm and was even more ferocious than Chen Xuanwu.
The giant pen behind him is the magic weapon of the former Emperor Yiwen, the Qingtian Renhuang Brush.
After the death of Emperor Yiwen, the Emperor Qingtian's pen fell on Tiandao Palace, and Xuanyuan Moxie rewarded him.
"Lord Jiuyouhu, the ancient war spirit has been born. The palace master has asked us to go and collect it together."
Chen Xuanwu cupped his hands, not daring to get too close to Jiuyouhu.
After all, Jiuyouhu is an ancient demon and the master of the ten evils in ancient times, with a very terrifying background.
Although his seal has been lifted, he has not surrendered to Xuanyuan Moxie.
It's just that Xuanyuan Moxie used some tricks to deliberately confuse him. His current mental state is very unstable, his memory has not been fully restored, and he is in danger of biting him back at any time.
"oh."
After listening to Chen Xuanwu's words, Jiuyouhu only responded lightly, his brows tightened, and he looked worried. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Let's go."
Chen Xuanwu did not dare to say too much. If he wanted to completely conquer the Nine Nether Tigers, he would have to seize the ancient war spirit and allow Xuanyuan Moxie to completely recover from his injuries. In this way, Xuanyuan Moxie could suppress him with supreme pressure. It was not Fu Jiuyouhu's turn to resist.
At the moment, the two of them continued to tear apart the void and headed straight for the Boundary City.
On the other side, in the Hades Palace, there was also a storm brewing.
"An ancient war spirit is actually born!"
Mo Xueming was in retreat, comprehending the great path of Shura's Tyrant Sword, when he suddenly sensed a strange movement in the world, and suddenly showed a look of surprise.
His injuries are far from recovered, and he doesn't know how long it will take to fully recover.
But this ancient war spirit has extremely abundant spiritual energy that can heal his injuries.
"The Tiandao Palace must have sent someone out!"
Mo Xueming gritted his teeth. The power of his Underworld Palace was not as strong as that of Tiandao Palace. Since the end of the Master-killing Conference, his vitality had been severely damaged.
Now he has no one available, which is quite desolate.
But this ancient war spirit was too valuable, and he could never give it away.
Otherwise, once it is snatched away by the Tiandao Palace and Xuanyuan Moxie uses it to recover from his injuries, his Underworld Palace will be destroyed.
"That's all, no matter what, we can't let Tiandao Palace succeed!"
Mo Xueming's eyes were determined, and the energy and blood all over his body suddenly surged, transforming into a clone.
"go!"
He shouted, and the clone flew out, heading straight for Boundary City.
"Pfft!"
After the clone left, Mo Xueming vomited blood and his face turned pale.
The clone's cultivation reached the middle stage of the Saint Ancestor Realm. He had spent all his true essence and blood to condense it.
He had just recovered from his injuries, but now that he was working so hard, he suddenly vomited blood and suffered serious backlash.
"I must snatch this ancient war spirit!!"
Mo Xueming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His current situation was very miserable. The foundation of the Underworld Palace was severely damaged, and he could not recover from his serious injuries. If even the ancient war soul was snatched away by the Tiandao Palace, he would be doomed!
He has no choice!
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(End of chapter)
