"Completely release the power of your body, and I can help you eliminate this person!"
Demon Ancestor Wutian noticed that Demon Emperor Zhetian still couldn't let go, so he frowned and said.
Or perhaps, this is a reminder that if the Demon Emperor Zhe Tian doesn’t give him absolute control over his body, he will not deal with the powerful opponents in front of him for the Demon Emperor Zhe Tian!
"good!"
The Demon Emperor Zhetian could only give up his entire body. Until then, Demon Ancestor Wu Tian had absolute control over his body, and his spiritual consciousness reached its peak.
Click!
He stepped out, and the broken ancient star immediately cracked open, and even the wishing star that enveloped Ji Siqing was crumbling.
Ji Siqing suddenly turned around, her eyes full of surprise. When she saw the appearance of the Demon Emperor Zhe Tian, her soul couldn't help but tremble!
The starry sky cracked, the universe boiled, and a red lightning flashed past, lighting up the sky like a divine light from ancient times!
At this moment, the Demon Emperor's black hair was disheveled, his pupils turned completely black, and the rich weapon condensed in his palm, and a terrifying black war spear gradually emerged.
"The Power of Nine Netherworlds: The Evil Ghost of Underworld!"
The Demon Emperor Zhe Tian muttered a low voice and released unparalleled power. The spear seemed to become a demon-slaying blade, trying to kill the beast completely.
That spear is like the oppression of the heavens, carrying an irresistible will, crossing the void, unparalleled in ancient and modern times, as if it can cut through the universe.
In terms of purity, this power is even much stronger than the ice black energy of Holy Son Jianjia.
Holy Son Jianjia turned around, his expression became extremely serious. He made fist seals with both hands, and his eyes were filled with wildfires. He did not dodge the Nine Nether Spear!
In other words, he didn't know who was using this spear.
The spear shuttled through the sky, revealing part of its body, like an immortal ancient bell, shaking the entire universe and sky to crash.
"What?"
Holy Son Jianjia's pupils shrank violently. He never expected that the ice shield he had formed would be instantly disintegrated! And in a destructive manner.
He only saw a figure walking slowly in the starry sky. He was surrounded by extremely deep darkness, rippling like water waves.
At a glance, the black hole is flowing, and one's soul almost falls into it.
"who are you?"
Holy Son Jianjia also noticed something strange and couldn't help asking in a deep voice.
He had never felt such a strong threatening aura. For a moment, he clenched his fist with his left hand and summoned the sacred power of ice. From the huge gap in the void, frost storms continued to pour out.
And in his right hand, a faint black energy floated out, condensed to the extreme, and it could explode in the next moment, providing vast and endless power.
With a bang, the dark spear was blocked for a moment, and the huge ice shield completely shattered, and the sky and the earth suddenly collapsed, as if countless Yakshas and Shura were rushing towards them, making strange screams of various demons. Voice.
For the first time, Holy Son Jianjia felt great pressure. His eyes were red and he couldn't help roaring.
"Who are you? Don't you know this is Xuanhai? How dare you go against the Jianjia Sword Sect!"
Holy Son Jianjia's hair was disheveled, and he looked like he was crazy, while endless black energy rose from his body and spread continuously, which was extremely terrifying!
He has some prophetic abilities, and he can feel that the opponent in front of him is definitely not simple!
Even the strongest person he had ever encountered could not match the aura exuded by the man in front of him.
Demon Ancestor Wutian was completely uninterested in answering his words.
As the Demon Ancestor, he holds a high position and has reached the top of the world.
A person as powerful as Saint Son Jianjia cannot be treated with all his strength.
"Nine Nether Demonic Scriptures!"
Demon Ancestor Wutian immediately stood still, his body suspended quietly in mid-air, muttering and chanting, demons and gods appearing everywhere like ghosts.
In the Nine Netherworld, the devil respects life.
What you think of is Taoism and Buddhism, but in fact it is full of demonic power.
These magic scriptures are frightening! Terrified.
He raised his hand, and ripples flew through the surrounding space automatically without wind. It seemed like there was no ripple, but in fact it was beyond the realm of magic!
For a strong person like Demon Ancestor Wutian, without using his physical body, he can suppress all opponents below the limitless level with the help of three rays of soul.
The magic scriptures turned into hieroglyphics, twisted and opened, and poured out immediately, like thunder and lightning, filling the sky.
And this kind of magical power caused a look of fear to appear on the face of Holy Son Jianjia for the first time.
"No! This power does not belong to Xuan Hai at all. Who are you? Who are you?"
Holy Son Jianjia let out a heart-rending roar, but Demon Ancestor Wutian would not reply to his words.
As soon as he opened his mouth and spat out, the Buddhist scriptures all over the sky transformed into a piece of magic light, as if penetrating from the chaos, splitting the heaven and earth, and destroying all things!
This is a great supernatural power and great courage! It is a power that can truly make people tremble and worship from the depths of their souls.
Holy Son Jianjia was shocked and spit out a mouthful of bright red heart blood.
For many years, Holy Son Jianjia had never suffered such a serious injury.
Even if he was invaded by the divine object and sealed underground, it only blocked and weakened his power, but did not destroy his origin.
In front of him, this seemingly weak being not long ago now possessed enough power to shatter his origins, even causing him to be seriously injured and defeated in an instant.
"Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you?!"
The voice of Holy Son Jianjia was about to roar. He really couldn't think of anyone in Xuanhai who could burst out such a powerful force.
Demon Ancestor Wutian looked indifferent, and a mysterious totem bloomed where he was.
When Holy Son Jianjia saw those inexplicable auras, his expression suddenly changed! Because he thought of some possibility.
He didn't know much about the many powerful people in the world, but he had heard about them.
In the entire real world, there is only one person who can possess such a powerful power of Jiuyou Huangquan!
Demon Ancestor Wutian!
It is rumored that Demon Ancestor Wutian came from Jiuyou, carrying the power of the underworld and the blue sea.
"You are...the Demon Ancestor!"
Holy Son Jianjia was suddenly shocked, but he was also very surprised and confused.
Because Demon Ancestor Wutian is the controller of the Old Japan Alliance and the absolute overlord of the Dark Forbidden Sea. Unless there are special circumstances, he will never leave the Forbidden Sea!
This is a kind of authority and a kind of restraint, because every move of the peak powerhouse involves too much!
"Who am I and what does it have to do with you."
Demon Ancestor Wutian's tone was extremely cold, and he did not take Saint Son Jianjia seriously at all.
Holy Son Jianjia was so angry that he gritted his teeth. As a Holy Son, when had he ever been so despised?
But he couldn't refute, because the person in front of him really had the strength to defeat him, or in other words, he could kill him.
(End of chapter)
