Ninety-nine and eighty-one immortals descended from the sky, their strength intact.
In fact, this group of so-called gods are surprisingly loud.
But even if their strength is not limited by the laws of heaven and earth, they are definitely no match for Emperor Murong Tong.
They themselves are also self-aware.
If this were not the case, there would be no need for a total of eighty-one immortals to descend to the mortal world.
But even so, these eighty-one immortals did not dare to underestimate Murong Wudi who slaughtered land gods like chickens.
Perhaps, this will be the most terrifying enemy they have ever encountered.
As the eighty-one immortals descended from the sky, their qi were connected together, like a harmonious whole.
Immediately afterwards, their bodies also glowed with a dazzling light. When they collided together, it was like a big sun exploding, and it seemed like a golden ocean was spread out in the night sky, which was dazzling.
And in this strange and gorgeous scene, a majestic thunder giant suddenly appeared on the Beimang Plain, which was over a hundred feet tall and was still getting bigger.
The divine power is boundless, filling the space between heaven and earth. His body is like a mountain, intertwined with the most blazing and violent purple thunder, and his eyes are filled with thunder, exuding inhuman divinity.
"Emperor Murong Tong, suffer death!"
His voice was as loud as thunder, and he was extremely indifferent. It was a mixture of dozens of voices, speaking in unison, which was mind-blowing.
The huge palm was opened and raised to the sky, holding a thunder pool in the palm, and the eyes, ears, mouth and nose burst out with extremely bright lightning.
Boom!
As the thick arm fell, the thunder pool shattered, and countless thunderbolts descended from it, turning into a luminous and roaring waterfall, pouring towards Emperor Murong Tong.
This thundering war god is the fusion of ninety-nine and eighty-one immortals, and the thundering thunder governs all laws and serves as the punishment of heaven.
This is because masters who have mastered the celestial phenomena may be punished by thunder if they commit too many crimes.
They are doing justice for heaven.
Buzz buzz.
The energy behind Yu Liancheng boiled, and a giant Buddha emerged from the endless void, with lowered eyebrows and lotus flowers blooming. In the masterpiece of Sanskrit music, the glass-like Buddha's palm faced the thunder waterfall. The Buddha's light was revealed in the palm, and a "卍" Buddha seal bloomed with infinite golden light, which continued to expand, like a golden light pillar that reached the sky and the earth. Countless thunders descended on it.
Boom!
Boom! !
The "Swastika" Buddha light, which represents wisdom and compassion, collides with the Purple Thunder Waterfall.
In an instant, there was a huge earthquake.
The entire void suddenly trembled, and continuous explosions could be heard. Every breath hit each other thousands of times. Under the collision of the two, the entire Longyan Plain seemed to have ushered in the end. There were more powerful ripples sweeping out from the collision, and in an instant they spread to ten feet, dozens of feet, one hundred feet...
Ji Liu'an, the chief guest of the Dragon Palace, was the closest to the fighting range between the two. When he was swept by this tyrannical force, even with his first-grade master cultivation, he could not help but fly backwards for dozens of feet. His body was broken and his bones were shattered. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, he was rescued by Xu Weixiong, otherwise it would have been unimaginable.
As for the other Beimang soldiers, their internal organs were shattered in an instant, their orifices were bleeding, and they fell to the ground, dead on the spot. The fight between the eighty-one immortals and Murong Tonghuangfu, who was promoted to a land immortal, resulted in such horrific results that an area of several hundred feet was almost turned into a dead land.
The masters from Beimang and Central Plains stared at the center of the battlefield with solemn faces.
None of them stepped forward to help.
They all know themselves. With their cultivation, even Tuoba Bodhisattva and Deng Tai'a are not able to help much, and may even cost their own lives.
Boom! !
The "卍" Buddha's light and the purple thunder destroyed each other, and finally both disappeared at the same time.
At the next moment, Yu Liancheng pointed his toes, leaped towards Thunder God, and punched him.
"A mere mortal."
The Thunder God of War frowned and did not dodge.
He raised his palm and wrote a thunder rune in the void. The runes burned and immediately turned into a thunder shield, trying to resist the punch.
That thunder rune was not only formed by the true energy pulling the heaven and earth's inspiration, but also because they, the ninety-nine and eighty-one immortals, were in the immortal class, and several of them were worshiped by incense in the human world, plus the majestic luck. Power, condensed from several incredible divine powers, can be considered almost indestructible and indestructible.
However, whether it is in the long history or in opera, everything that is regarded as indestructible will eventually be destroyed.
The same goes for this thunder shield.
"break!!"
Yu Liancheng spit out a sound, and the strong breaking power intertwined into black gloves on his fists.
The aura of great destruction and destruction almost caused the void to shake and shake.
Just listen to a "bang" sound.
This punch had hit the Thunder Shield hard.
After a brief lag, the sound of "click, click, click" was heard endlessly, and cracks appeared on the thunder shield, and then collapsed suddenly, turning into meteors and fireworks.
The punches continued, hitting the Thunder God of War hard on the face.
Yu Liancheng's fist seemed insignificant compared to the Thunder God of War who was nearly a thousand feet away. But the strength and destructive power of the fist should not be underestimated.
The Thunder God of War raised his head high and back.
On the huge face filled with thunder, black lines appeared, but they were quickly filled with more thunder.
"Mortal... you actually... you actually... dare to... dare to attack this god..." Compared with the actual damage caused by this punch, the psychological trauma of the Thunder God of War was obviously more serious.
Ninety-nine and eighty-one high-ranking immortals merged into the Nine Heavens Thunder God who was responsible for punishment. He was originally going to suppress everything in the world with unrivaled peerless combat power, but he was injured by mortals...
It's more than a shame and a great humiliation.
What a shame.
boom! !
However, before the Thunder God of War's anger could erupt like a volcano, Yulian City kicked the Thunder God of War in the face with a Heaven-Cracking Divine Skill.
The latter staggered, and a footprint appeared on his face.
Although Yu Liancheng's cultivation of Tiancan Divine Art is far inferior to Tathagata Divine Palm, and the force was exerted in a hurry, it did not cause much actual damage to the Thunder God of War, far less than the previous punch.
But for the Nine Heavens Thunder God, it caused him deep psychological damage. Purple thunder burst out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to burn rivers and lakes.
"I am going to kill you!!"
The Thunder God of War let out a sharp shout.
It was like a thunderbolt exploding in panic.
For a time, the hearts of countless horses and soldiers were shattered, showing the fury of thunder.
He possesses the pride of ninety-nine and eighty-one immortals and will never be trampled upon by mortals.
boom!
Another kick in the face.
Yulian City stood in the void, his black clothes made a sound, and he picked his ears with his hands: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?"
The Thunder God of War was furious.
The thick five fingers were spread out, as if a five-finger mountain was erected, covering the sky and the sun.
"Die."
Thousands of thunders gathered.
Boom! !
Countless thunderbolts intertwined and bombarded Murong Tonghuang, trying to wipe him out into ashes.
"Hey! So it turns out that the immortals in the sky can only fart from their mouths?" Yu Liancheng sneered and punched out, scattering countless thunderbolts. In the blink of an eye, he flew to the huge face again and punched out again. .
boom! boom! boom! !
Next, the Thunder God of War and Yu Liancheng faced off again.
When the Thunder God of War angrily launched his supernatural powers, the sky and the earth intertwined into a dazzling white light, the roaring thunder was endless and deafening, and lightnings as thick as rivers continued to strike down. Every bolt of lightning can easily kill a land immortal. Even Li Chungang was unwilling to face such a powerful and domineering attack head-on.
But Yulian City can.
His fists can.
His three small swords - Hong Fu, Li Jing and Qiu Beard - can be used.
After being promoted to the Land of Land Gods, his understanding of spiritual practice reached a higher level.
Even if you don't use physical force to resist, there are more clever ways to deal with it.
And the opposite.
This Thunder God of War is the fusion of eighty-one land gods. Although the power of each strike is immeasurable, his body is too huge. With Yu Liancheng's lightness skills, it is too easy to attack the opponent.
Seeing how arrogant this Thunder God of War was, Yu Liancheng naturally followed the fine tradition of hitting people only in the face and punched the opponent in the face.
Sure enough, every time the Thunder God of War was punched, he became angrier, more manic, and more hysterical.
At this time, the murderous intention was so intense that the clouds dispersed in shock.
If murderous intent could kill people, Yulian City would have been shattered into thousands of pieces, leaving no place for burial.
However, the more this happens, the more flaws the Thunder God of War reveals, and the harder it becomes to defeat Yulian City.
Anger does not increase strength.
Anger only clouds the mind.
boom! !
It was like a muffled thunder exploding.
Yu Liancheng punched the Thunder God of War in the face again.
The latter staggered. Due to his huge body, every step he took caused a thrilling tremor on the Longyaner Plain. In fact, if there is such a thunder war god to help. If there is no Yulian City to compete with it, it would be ordinary to destroy the city and destroy the country.
The originally majestic and sacred face of the Thunder God of War has been covered with cracks after the continuous bombardment of Yulian City, and under the cracks is not a flesh and blood body, but the intertwining of countless thunder and lightning.
But what is surprising is that after receiving this punch, the Thunder God of War was no longer as violent as before, but his face was as dark as water.
His eyes filled with thunder regained his divinity, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be murmuring.
"Sure enough, when an immortal comes to the world, he cannot escape the punishment of the laws of heaven and earth no matter what. It seems that his strength has not been reduced, but his mind and wisdom have been deceived and he has become irritable and irritable."
The Thunder God of War looked at the looming Tianmen, took a deep breath, and dazzling thunder erupted all over his body again.
"We don't have much time left in this world. In order to do justice for heaven and for the orderly development of the world, let us each use half of our cultivation to gather one sword. One sword will determine victory or defeat, life and death. No matter what the outcome is, we will all Don’t blame anyone, it’s time and destiny.”
It was only then that these immortals who came to the world seemed to finally have a touch of the charm of immortals.
This Thunder God of War first opened his right hand and summoned a thunder pool, temporarily trapping Yulian City in it.
Boom! !
Immediately afterwards, a thick bolt of thunder fell straight down from the sky and was held in the palm of the Thunder God of War. With a stroke of his huge palm, the bolt of lightning turned into a divine sword that could capture the brilliance of the sun and moon.
"One sword can determine life or death!"
The wind roared and the thunder cracked.
The God of Thunder is woven with thunderbolts all over his body, standing between heaven and earth, like a sacred mountain that will never collapse.
The next moment, a sword flew out.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, the thunder sword turned into a piercing and indestructible divine light and flew towards Yulian City.
This sword transcends time, space, and the speed of everything in the world.
One moment he was in the hands of the God of Thunder, and the next moment he was in front of Yulian City.
And the power of thunder contained in the sword is even more intense and unimaginable.
Even if a first-level master gets the slightest bit of it, he will be seriously injured.
Yu Liancheng's eyes suddenly opened.
Even he felt caught off guard when faced with this sword.
But he finally reacted.
He put his hands together and suddenly clamped the giant sword with a "bang" sound.
However, is it really clamped?
Boom! !
Then, Yu Liancheng was carried away by the giant sword.
Boom! !
Boom! !
The giant sword flew out without any hindrance. Wherever it passed, the tide surged and rolled violently.
A long sword mark was plowed on the ground, and everything that stood in front of this sword was completely destroyed and obliterated, leaving not even a trace.
And the moment this sword was used, the Thunder God of War, whose aura was as unpredictable as the abyss and as violent as a volcano, began to become sluggish.
That killing sword was made by ninety-nine and eighty-one immortals who each spent most of their cultivation.
Not to mention in the ordinary world, even within the Tianmen, except for a very few ancient beings, almost no one can accept them.
They have full confidence in this sword.
Xu Weixiong and others looked along the sword mark that was hundreds of feet long and more than ten meters wide, but they saw the smoke and dust flying, and the whole world's energy was in chaos to the extreme, making it impossible to explore at all, and they were frightened for a moment.
In this second Liangmang war, the key to victory or defeat does not lie in the 400,000 Beimang soldiers, nor in the eighteen Central Plains masters.
But the one who is number one in the world.
Then let’s ask whether he can withstand the pressure from heaven.
Everyone couldn't help but breathe. The screen owner's expression was extremely solemn.
Even with Xu Weixiong's temperament, cold sweat broke out in his palms.
Time passed gradually.
Just when the masters of Beiliang were gradually becoming disappointed and even despairing, just when the God of Thunder was about to regain his strength and calm down the normal battle situation in one go.
A voice sounded.
"This sword is really... painful."
A black figure gradually stepped out of the smoke.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Yu Liancheng?
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ps: I will end this volume tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I hesitated for a long time between Fengyun and Jiangye in the new volume, and chose Fengyun.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
