"I'm going to let you know now that the gap in background cannot be made up by just using these little tricks!"
The fake Ksitigarbha shouted loudly, and the light balls that flew into the underworld immediately flowed and merged into one, turning into a ball of light that could not be seen directly, hanging high on the ceiling of the tenth level of the underworld.
No, in fact, this light group did not move its position.
But when they all merged into one, the entire shape of the tenth level of the underworld naturally changed.
The vast structure that originally extended in all directions became focused on extending downwards, and everything was sinking downwards. Only the height of the ball of light remained unchanged, making it appear that it existed at the highest point of the tenth level of the underworld.
This is exactly a characteristic of the main god's light ball.
For a long time, in the group of reincarnators, every being who has cultivated his own complete Taoist fruit will basically create a ball of light according to his own preference, or it is called the "main god center".
All the reincarnation bases, battle group stations, etc. that were derived later that fit this kind of preference only had the projections differentiated from that light ball hanging inside.
The ball of light summoned by the fake Ksitigarbha now is exactly the main god center created by the Lord Kong Jie.
And it's not a projection, it's its central body.
The moment this divine light hung high in the sky, King Pingping was the first to feel something strange.
His equal void method could have existed everywhere in the void at the same time, but now it was directly pressed back into the basic spatial structure, restricted by the restriction that "the same thing, at the same time, can only exist in one direction."
This feeling is very uncomfortable, as if a majestic existence that could fill the starry sky has shrunk into a carapace the size of a fingernail.
It had been too long since he had experienced this feeling of being restricted by space.
However, since even his ally has been so greatly affected, the suppression of Supreme Master Qing Deng will obviously only become more serious.
The sword light that originally exhausted the void and followed it like a shadow is now far away from the true body of King Ping Ping, and has opened an extremely long distance in time and space.
The seals formed by the fake Ksitigarbha just now were all lost in the brilliance of the main god in the sky. After being transformed by the main god's center, they collapsed again.
Supreme Master Qingdeng is isolated in a corner of the underworld, surrounded by black and white sand and gravel, flying in the vast sky. The void becomes thinner and thinner, but the divine light hanging down from above becomes more intense.
It was as if on top of a thinner and thinner layer of colored glaze, a turbulent luster like a world-destroying tsunami was set off, washing down endlessly.
Lord God! !
There seemed to be a strange flame of war flickering in his eyes, and his expression became very solemn. Purple-gold light penetrated the long sword, igniting a green flame.
The mana in his body was completely converted into Hongmeng Purple Qi, and he was ready to use this Dao Yuanqi, which had the most chance of creation, to deal with the inestimable impact.
The long knife flew across the sky, the blade pointed upward.
Sure enough, the moment he came into contact with the waves of divine light, Supreme Master Qing Deng's body was shaken, and a series of loud sounds like the collapse of time and space erupted from his body.
It was the sound of large strands of Hongmeng energy bursting apart under unparalleled pressure.
The sharp edge on the blade seemed to be a bit sharper than when he was chasing the King of Pingren just now, but it was unable to cut through those divine lights at all.
Those waves of light are like layers of light gauze, soft and stacked, and like a huge world, generously distributed and suppressed on every point of his blade.
This kind of pressure has even locked up the surrounding order of time and space, making Supreme Master Qingdeng inevitable and unable to escape. He can only bear it with the foundation of his own Hongmeng Qi.
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
The fake Ksitigarbha stood closest to the divine light and waved his hand.
Within the main god center, thirty-seven rays of light that were like floating stars fell softly on the seriously injured emperors of the underworld.
"Thirty-seven people can set up the formations of all the heavens, big and small. Now that your injuries have improved, go and take revenge on this evil obstacle who fooled us!"
Treasures like the Main God Center are actually not magic weapons specifically used for combat, but focus on abilities such as exploration, recording, teleportation, creation, and cause and effect.
Using such a treasure to directly attack a nine-star expert can achieve miraculous effects, but it is by no means the best way to use it.
The false Ksitigarbha himself sits at a high place, fully operating the various functions of the main god center, assisting and urging these strong men to fight, which is the best choice.
"Okay, okay, Bodhisattva is wise and doesn't care about past grudges. If we can't take this opportunity to chop off the head of that thief, we won't have the face to follow Bodhisattva into the human world and enjoy the benefits!"
"Yes, that's exactly the truth."
"Kill Qing Deng, then kill the King of Hell, rush into the world, drive away tribulations and enjoy luck!!"
This group of emperors from the underworld started drinking loudly.
It is true that there is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
No matter how cunning and intent the Supreme Master Qingdeng was, he was still unable to compare with the profound background of the fake Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha.
Huang Yun and others did not know the fate and chose the wrong path. After all, it is they, the old emperors, who are expected to return to the top, and even take advantage of this disaster to go one step further!
The void shook, and the remains of the thirty-seven worlds suddenly combined, gathering and dispersing, bringing countless signs of tearing the universe apart and breaking apart the world. They revolved around a certain void, moving steadily towards the Supreme Master Qing Deng. Rush past.
Previously, the fake Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha used his own magic power and four artifacts to combine with Ksitigarbha's legacy to form the Pure Land of the Buddha. Faced with the annihilation of all heavens, large and small, they were all shattered with one blow.
Although the current formation of the thirty-seven emperors of the underworld is less powerful than the previous attack, the situation of Supreme Master Qingdeng is obviously much worse than that of the fake Ksitigarbha at that time.
If he is really hit by this formation, I am afraid that Supreme Master Qingdeng will directly risk his true body being shattered and then being suppressed by the divine light of the main god center.
It's a pity that King Ping Ping has not learned this set of magic magic formations. Otherwise, if he were to join this set of formations, the power would be even more ferocious.
Now, he could only attack the Supreme Master Qingdeng from another direction while attacking the formation head-on.
Even Supreme Master Qing Deng couldn't help but have a look of regret in his eyes when he looked at this formation.
The fake Ksitigarbha was in a high place, and he keenly caught this, and felt even more happy.
What are you sorry about? Is it a pity that he has been calculating for a long time and finally failed?
Is it a pity that I have the combat power of the Heavenly Lord level, but now I have to be wiped out by a group of defeated generals who are on the verge of the Heavenly Ghost state?
Yes, yes, I just want you to regret it.
The thunderous drums and thunder in the heart of the false King Ksitigarbha, and the angry flames of King Ming, were all transmitted into the main god center above his head, causing the divine light emanating from the main god center to form a continuous heavy pressure and continue to superimpose.
Regret alone is not enough. When the Supreme Master Qingdeng is completely destroyed, he must also suppress the prototype of his Tao Fruit and use all kinds of means to slowly wear it down and refine it to serve as the energy source for his own actions in the future.
Only in this way can the hatred in the heart of the fake Ksitigarbha be somewhat relieved! !
It can only be a slight explanation, because, looking at the appearance of the Qingdeng Supreme Master with only a whisk flying around, you can tell that his net worth is much worse than that of the fake Ksitigarbha.
Even if he is really skinned and boned, there is probably no way to make up for the loss of the four artifacts.
"Well, although the Great Sun Tathagata Skull is a bit domineering, the Hongmeng Golden Pill is mainly mellow. When training these two main materials together, the Hongmeng Golden Pill is used, which is even less domineering and mellow. What's more, I use this clone to shoot the sword, but after all, it's not fun enough..."
Supreme Master Qing Deng sighed with emotion and expressed the real regret in his heart.
The fake Ksitigarbha's expression suddenly changed, and the thunderous sound of the heavenly drum in his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
King Pingping even felt his mind and spirit slightly frightened, and his whole body was suddenly covered with a layer of red light. The alluring red fire covered his whole body and burst out.
"Red Lotus Karmic Fire?!"
When the King of Pingren was forced to appear in the void and roared.
The entire figure of Supreme Master Qingdeng also turned into a human-shaped purple gas with a faint golden light, and suddenly moved backwards and fell into a large crack in the void of the underworld.
I don't know when the void of the underworld opened, and behind the crack, a magnificent scenery was revealed.
The dark space has a color like ink. Within the ink color, there are vast stars, mist of stars, and countless divine lights floating in this boundless starry sky.
The killing array formed by the emperors of the underworld is already close at hand.
Each of them once had a world that had developed into its heyday, and the starry sky scenery was nothing to them. Even the weakest branch among the infinite branches of time and space had stars in its prime. The number of celestial bodies will not be less than what they saw in front of them.
However, most of the celestial bodies in their world are just products of the condensation of energy and matter. They rely on the hugeness of matter to play some role on the space-time level.
And in the space scene in front of them, every star in it is like the aura of heaven's newborn.
Pure vitality, physical objects, void, etc. are no longer enough to describe the stars in space behind the big crack. Those auras contain all the characteristics of the previous ones, and are even more superior to them.
It seemed to be a corner of the great road, directly exposed in front of them. It was a pure Tao thing and would never suffer from self-destruction.
This kind of scenery makes these long-decayed emperors of the underworld feel a little dazed.
Just as they were in a trance, the space and the stars began to shake and turned into a wide sleeve swinging out.
All that grandeur was actually just a shirt.
The clone returns and merges into the body.
Guan Luoyang walked from the big crack in the underworld, his shirt was fluttering, and his black hair was slightly raised. The trajectory of each hair made dragon roars emit from the depths of the void and the sea of chaos. It seemed to have a rich and incomparable spirituality. To directly Countless divine dragons and demonic dragons emerged from the chaos.
He seemed to be holding something on his right hand, but at this moment, no one could see clearly what it was.
The emperors of the underworld could only see a layer of red-gold flames lingering on his right hand, and then he slashed out with a knife.
boom! ! !
The secluded formations in the sky, big and small, emitted a roar that spread throughout the eighteenth level of the underworld, as if they were stuck in the void, and paused for a moment in front of Guan Luoyang.
The thirty-seven Jieyu remains that fit together originally exuded a deep death aura, but at this time, bright and vibrant cracks appeared one after another.
Different from the last time, it was raided due to internal chaos.
This time, when the formation reached its peak, they suddenly felt the inescapable blade.
These emperors of the underworld realized that when they saw that knife, it was already the scene after the knife took away their lives.
The cracks in the formation spread, like jagged brush strokes, exactly outlining a wild and flamboyant giant dragon, and a phoenix bird that exuded sharpness everywhere.
Surrounded by dragons and phoenixes, it only existed for a moment before splitting into thirty-seven pieces.
The cracked Jieyu remains repeled each other and were thrown out of the formation.
The Wu Zhuo Emperor's true body had been shattered by that sword, his original mark had been destroyed, and his consciousness had been cut off by that sword, turning them into heavenly ghosts.
A mere thirty-seven new-born Heavenly Ghosts could not possibly pose any threat to the nine-star expert.
At this time, the thing in Guan Luoyang's hand revealed its true appearance.
A red-gold lotus bloomed with thousands of petals above his right palm and slowly rotated.
The fake Ksitigarbha could vaguely see the bright light of a precious mirror, a floating staff, a lying bat knife, a fly whisk, an eternal silver ball and other lights and shadows among the thousand-petaled lotus flowers. In addition, there seemed to be swords and axes. Flowing, red threads intertwined.
Those staffs and silver balls, none of them were at the level of artifacts, and that precious mirror looked even more familiar, which made the fake Ksitigarbha momentarily stunned.
But the power that these nine-star artifacts now exude can't compare to the red gold lotus flower itself.
The ten kings of hell in the underworld are all originally cultivated as emperors. After receiving the blessing of the title of king, they can directly possess the strength of the heavenly level.
But the real Ksitigarbha was already a powerful man at the level of a true Buddha. If the power of heaven's blessing fell directly on his body, it would be somewhat hindered and the greatest benefit would not be shown.
Therefore, when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was conferred the title of Lord of the Netherworld, this red gold lotus flower received the certification and blessing of heaven on his behalf.
It can be said that this Thousand-leaf Lotus is what truly represents the authority of the Netherworld Cult Master.
Within the underworld of Tai Qing Chi Ming, this lotus flower can have power that is no less powerful than the Ten Star Treasure.
"What a surprise."
Although Guan Luoyang had already calculated and guessed about this, when he truly realized the current power of Thousand-leaf Lotus, he still felt an unexpected sense of joy.
The feeling of using such a treasure is very different from when he used the Hongmeng Golden List that did not belong to him before.
For example, he can now even use the Thousand-leaf Lotus to wrap up all his artifacts and magic weapons and turn them into a sword again.
The shape of the knife is like a red lotus, yet it is charming and charming. The wielder of the knife suddenly smiles, drags the knife and flies towards the sky.
"The main god, right?"
Guan Luoyang's fighting posture was completely different from that of his clone. His mind was like a knife and his anger was overwhelming, without any concealment.
"The man-made one is still hanging so high. On the first day I became a reincarnator, I thought about cutting it down!" (End of Chapter)
