Mu Yu stood on the edge of that battle, his heart filled with disbelief. He, an ordinary mortal, actually faced off against the feudal lord of the underworld, the king who had almost mastered all the power of death. This was a battle of great disparity, he knew, but he did not back down.
The intensity of that battle cannot be described in words. Every swing of a weapon, every impact, is like two torrents colliding with each other, causing a shock enough to change the color of the world. Their battle became the core of the entire underworld, and that power continued to spread outward, like a huge volcano about to erupt.
The boundary of the underworld began to twist during their battle, and an unparalleled power surged out from the two of them, spreading wantonly, as if it was going to tear the entire underworld apart. It was an indescribable feeling, like the edge of the world was being broken by the two of them.
Then, the moment came. Their power broke through the shackles of the underworld and instantly detonated the entire realm. It was an unspeakable explosion that unleashed an uncontrollable storm of energy. Powerful energy waves spread in all directions, instantly pushing everyone away.
The people on the battlefield of the gods were all attracted by the explosion. They were either shocked, vigilant, or frightened. They looked in that direction, knowing that an unprecedented war was about to begin.
In the gloomy and solemn underworld, a solemn atmosphere swept across like a storm. This is Clark, the master of the Hall of Valor, already gathering all his troops, preparing to launch a final decisive battle against those who dare to challenge his authority. His eyes were full of cold determination, and every move he made showed immense determination and strength.
However, at this moment, his plan was disrupted. The underworld troops and horses that were supposed to be under his command were suddenly detonated by a powerful force, and the first batch of troops who arrived appeared on the battlefield like ghosts. There were a large number of them, wearing black armor, with expressionless faces. Only the cold light in their eyes showed their coldness.
In the center of the battlefield, Mu Yu stood alone, his figure looking lonely and tenacious in the afterglow of the setting sun. He faced Clark's attack without flinching or fear. His eyes were full of determination and courage, and his figure looked even tougher in the sunset.
Clark's men quickly attacked him. Their swords were like the fingers of death, piercing Mu Yu. Mu Yu, on the other hand, was like a rock, standing there steadily and firmly. Facing the coming attack, he did not flinch or fear.
This is his battlefield, this is his battle. He wants to protect his people, he wants to protect his faith. He wants to risk his own life for the final showdown with Clark.
The God of Water and the God of Fire joined forces, and it was like the heaven and earth were turned upside down, and the power of the violent waves gathered into an unstoppable attack, rushing straight towards Mu Yu who was alone. Their joint attack was like the fission of heaven and earth, and the flood and fire intertwined to create a power that could destroy the world and destroy the world. Anyone would be insignificant in front of this power.
The power of this attack was like a dark vortex, deep and vast, distorting the surrounding space. The raging flood poured out from the hands of the water god, like thousands of horses galloping, with great might. The blazing flames spurted out from the palm of the Vulcan God, like a dragon roaring, hot and violent. The power of the two elements collided together, instantly triggering an earth-shattering explosion.
Powerful power burst out, instantly tearing apart the surrounding space, and the air was trembling violently, as if it was wailing. The other gods in the Hall of Valor trembled under this power and were shocked by its power. However, at this critical moment, Mu Yu did not back down. He straightened his back, facing this devastating attack, his eyes flashed with determination.
Ren Hua naturally would not let Mu Yu face such an attack alone. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly activated his true energy and quickly formed seals with his hands. Following his movements, a powerful force surged out of his body and turned into a bright light, instantly illuminating the entire Hall of Valor. That is Nezha's soul, a god of war spirit with endless power and wisdom.
Under the illumination of the light, Nezha's soul appeared in front of Mu Yu out of thin air, blocking the attack jointly launched by the Water God and the Fire God. The powerful forces collided together, triggering another earth-shattering battle. In this battle, Nezha's soul showed unparalleled power.
In the gloomy and majestic forest, the forest god appears majestically and mysteriously. His face is as deep as the bark of an ancient tree, full of traces of time and the majesty of nature. His eyes were like stars, shining with deep light, and seemed to be able to penetrate all the secrets. His figure is tall and straight, like a thousand-year-old tree, standing on the earth.
He raised his arm and waved lightly, and countless arrows flew out from all corners of the forest, as if they were summoned by him. These arrows were like green meteors, piercing the dark night sky, speeding towards the target - the entangled Mu Yu - with a fierce attack.
At the same time, the ghosts of the underworld also emerged from the deep underground world. Their faces were terrifying and distorted, as if they were the embodiment of death and fear. They brandished sharp weapons, let out blood-curdling howls, and rushed towards the trapped Mu Yu. Their attacks came like a tide, trying to swallow Mu Yu into endless darkness.
At this critical moment, Mu Yu did not succumb to fear and despair. His eyes were firm and resolute, and he clearly knew that this was a trial for him to move towards the truth. He drew the sword from his waist and brandished it, facing the oncoming arrows and attacks from the underworld ghosts with fearless courage.
The ghost king of the underworld coldly opened the realm "Ten Thousand Ghosts Huntian". The dark sky suddenly became as bright as day, and all the ghosts and ghosts were centered on him, crashing into Mu Yu's destiny domain like a cosmic torrent.
Mu Yu, wearing a white sacrificial robe, stood alone in the center of the field, surrounded by golden light, which was his destiny field. His eyes were firm, and the staff in his hand was rising with the blazing true fire of the sun. The fire was like a beacon in the dark underworld, illuminating the road ahead.
The Ghost King sneered, waved his hands, and the realm of Wangui Huntian began to surge, as if it was about to tear the entire space apart. A powerful force of frost spurted out from his domain and collided with Mu Yu's true sun fire.
The true fire of the sun and the power of frost intertwined into a beautiful picture above the Destiny Realm, one red and one blue, like a battle between fire and ice. The two forces collided with each other, erupting into intense light and shock waves that made the entire underworld tremble.
A one versus two battle began. Although Mu Yu was at a disadvantage, he did not back down. With his firm belief and powerful magic power, he controlled the true fire of the sun to compete with the power of frost. Every collision of force was like the sound of metal clashing, sharp and loud.
The light around Mu Yu became stronger and stronger, seeming to illuminate the dark underworld. He gritted his teeth and persisted, using all his strength to maintain the stability of the Destiny Domain. The Ghost King's Ten Thousand Ghosts Huntian Domain is like a strong wind and huge waves in the dark night, constantly impacting Mu Yu's defense line.
Mu Yu faces unprecedented challenges. The air around him was instantly torn apart by thunder and solar fire, forming a breathtaking spectacle. His strength was completely overdrawn by the intertwining of these two forces, and his body was swaying in the fiery and violent energy, as if it could be torn apart at any time.
His body began to undergo strange changes, splitting into three, and three figures appeared. In his past body, he has a calm face and deep eyes, which seem to carry his past and memories; in his future body, his figure is illusory, like a dream, revealing unknown information; in his current body, he has a strong posture and firm eyes , representing his strength and determination at this moment.
The three figures erupted at the same time, and a powerful energy rushed towards Clark and the Underworld Ghost King. This energy is mixed with the fury of thunder and the heat of the sun's fire, forming an irresistible force. It tore through the air and illuminated the entire world, enveloping everything in a blazing light.
Clark seemed extremely small in front of this power. His body trembled in the light, and every flicker made him feel an indescribable pain. His defense became useless in front of Mu Yu's power, and he could only watch helplessly as the power approached him.
The Ghost King of Hell also felt unprecedented pressure in the face of this force. His body twisted in the light, as if it could be torn apart by this force at any time. He pushed forward as hard as he could, trying to avoid the force, but his body became heavier and heavier, as if bound by invisible shackles.
Mu Yu's power exploded, and his three-pointer showed amazing power. His past and future bodies intertwined in the light, as if they had transcended the limitations of time and space; in his present body, he stood firmly on the spot, bearing the impact of this force. At this moment, Mu Yu has transcended the constraints of the human world and transformed into a true god.
Ren Hua stood on the battlefield and faced the attacks of the Water God and the Fire God. He showed great courage and wisdom. His three heads and six arms are like the transformation of the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, and his seventy-two clones are like invisible legions, capable of doing anything.
His three heads and six arms shine in the sun, as if three peaks are dancing. Each hand holds a kind of power, which is his faith and determination. His seventy-two clones were like seventy-two loyal warriors, scattered throughout the battlefield. Some were resisting the attack of the Water God, and some were resisting the heat of the Vulcan God. They tried their best to fight without stopping.
Every movement of Ren Hua is a language, which is the oath of a brave man and the pride of a warrior. He leaps in the air like an eagle with spread wings, and swoops down to the ground like a hunting tiger. His figure flickered in the sunlight, and every flicker seemed to announce his presence and power to the world.
The attacks from the Water God and the Fire God came like a tide, but Ren Hua was not overwhelmed. He used the power of his three heads and six arms to dissolve the power of the Water God into nothingness; he used the wisdom of his seventy-two clones to direct the heat of the Fire God toward himself, and then bounced it back with even greater power.
Ren Hua's movements became faster and faster, so fast that only shadows could be seen. His power is getting stronger and stronger, so strong that even the heaven and earth will be shaken. His voice echoed in the air, it was the heroism and tenacity of a man, and it was the melody of battle.
Ren Hua's battle with the Water God and the Fire God has entered an extreme state. Their forces collide with each other, erode each other, but also enhance each other. This battle has gone beyond a simple contest of strength, and is a test of courage, wisdom and faith.
Ren Hua's three heads, six arms and seventy-two clones play a key role in this battle. His three heads and six arms can simultaneously fight the attacks of the Water God and the Fire God, while the seventy-two clones can distract the enemy, giving Ren Hua the opportunity to launch a fatal blow.
The attacks of the Water God and the Fire God became more and more fierce, and they seemed to have understood Ren Hua's tactics. In order to break this situation, they began to switch tactics and launch attacks from different angles. But Ren Hua is not an easy target. His three heads and six arms can quickly move to any position to block enemy attacks; while the seventy-two clones can cover each other, giving Ren Hua time to think and formulate new tactics.
This battle has been going on for a long time. Ren Hua's body was beginning to tire, but he knew he couldn't give up. His family, friends and those who believed in him were waiting for him to win this battle.
Ren Hua took a deep breath and left the fatigue and stress behind. He cheered up again and continued to fight against the attacks of the Water God and the Fire God with three heads, six arms and seventy-two clones. He knew he could win only if he persevered.
Finally, in a strong attack, Ren Hua found a chance to break through. He used the power of three heads and six arms to block the attack of the Water God, and at the same time used his seventy-two clones to distract the Fire God. Then he concentrated all his strength and launched a fatal blow.
In the chaotic darkness, the God of Darkness comes again. His body shape is like the incarnation of darkness, and the huge dark energy is like a writhing abyss, exuding powerful pressure, as if it wants to swallow the entire world. With the arrival of the God of Darkness, the surrounding battlefield was instantly covered in darkness, as if night had fallen and was boundless.
At this critical moment, Yang Xian's figure appeared. Wearing armor and carrying a spear, he stood in the darkness like the light before dawn. There was a firm light shining in his eyes, which was a hatred of the darkness and a persistence for the light. His aura was like a rainbow, and his whole body exuded powerful power, as if it could scare away the God of Darkness.
Yang Xian waved his palm slightly, and the true form of Erlang Shen appeared. He is tall, majestic and solemn, and his brows are full of wisdom and strength. His appearance made the surrounding darkness seem even deeper. However, Yang Xian was not frightened by this, but instead moved forward more firmly.
The three-pointed two-edged sword in the Tianmu Domain burst out with intense light in Yang Xian's hand. It was a legendary weapon, with three sharp blades flashing coldly in the darkness. The powerful power emanating from the blade instantly broke the surrounding darkness, shocking even the God of Darkness.
Yang Xian grasped the three-pointed two-edged sword tightly and rushed towards the God of Darkness. Their fight begins. This is a battle between light and darkness, a battle between faith and persistence. Yang Xian's figure shuttled through the darkness, and every time he swung his knife, he brought up pieces of darkness. His power is strong and tenacious, like the sunshine at dawn, no matter how deep the darkness is, it cannot stop it.
Their battle became more and more intense, and the world around them seemed to be shaken. Yang Xian launched the final charge against the God of Darkness with his unwavering faith and incomparable persistence. His figure flashed a dazzling light in the darkness, and the three-pointed two-edged sword pierced directly into the heart of the God of Darkness with incomparable power.
At this decisive moment, Yang Xian's third eye field was fully opened. His eyes were like lamps, illuminating the surrounding darkness. He looked at the coming attack with fearless eyes, and the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand was ready for the final attack.
"Boom!" With a loud noise that shook the sky, Yang Xian's three-pointed two-edged sword came into contact with the God of Darkness. Powerful power burst out instantly, dispelling all the surrounding darkness. Yang Xian's figure appeared in the light, his eyes firm and decisive. He successfully defeated the Dark God and protected his world.
This battle lets everyone know that no matter how deep the darkness is, as long as you have firm faith and unparalleled perseverance, you will be able to defeat the darkness. Yang Xian proved this with his actions, and his figure became the light in everyone's hearts.
At that moment, Mu Yu felt the threat of death. He was locked by Clark's cold gun, which, like a cold hunter in the dark, was aimed at his heart. He tried to struggle, but his body seemed to be restrained by invisible forces, making even the most basic movements difficult.
Suddenly, a wave of heat surged through his body. That was his true sun fire, which erupted from the depths of his heart, spreading around like a blazing whirlwind. The firelight illuminated the dark corners, making it difficult for everyone to open their eyes. However, this power failed to repel Clark, but instead made him target Mu Yu more ruthlessly.
But at this moment, the Ghost King of Hell suddenly appeared above them. His figure was like a mountain, and his huge fists fell like meteors. This force instantly smashed a deep pit into the ground. Mu Yu's body was also blown away amid the flying dust.
Mu Yu rolled on the ground in pain, and he felt as if all the bones in his body had been shattered. However, he also understood that this was his only chance to fight back. He endured the pain, gathered the remaining true sun fire, and rushed towards the Ghost King of the Underworld.
However, the Underworld Ghost King did not give Mu Yu a chance to fight back. He waved his huge fist again, and the terrifying power hit Mu Yu again. Facing this irresistible attack, Mu Yu's body drew an arc in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
