On July 12, 452 in the Ghost Calendar.

At the foot of Jiuluo Mountain, on both sides of the sea of yellow springs.

Countless strong people have gathered here.

Their eyes were all fixed on the towering Jiuluo Sacred Mountain in the distance, waiting for the battle to come.

……

Tan Yan is a nameless casual cultivator, and his cultivation is only here in Shenqiao.

When he heard that the Yang people were going to fight with the Blood Lord of the Dead City in the Holy Mountain of Jiuluo, they also rushed here.

The duel between the strong and watching it in person is of great benefit to cultivators.

Especially the more powerful the battle between the strong, this benefit is even more terrifying.

In the cultivation world, there are many cultivators who have felt something in their hearts because they watched the decisive battle of the strong, and fell into an epiphany, thus fading into simplicity and turning cocoons into butterflies, thus their cultivation skyrocketing.

This is also the reason why since ancient times, there will never be a shortage of audiences for those who fight.

Not to mention that this time it was a decisive battle between a Yang man and the Jiuluo City Lord Supreme.

One is a Yang person who is rare for hundreds of thousands of years.

One is the supreme powerhouse who stands at the pinnacle of hell.

This battle can be called a legendary battle, and it is definitely not an exaggeration!

He also thought in his heart that the number of people in this battle would reach an unprecedented level, but when he arrived, he found that the scale he expected seemed a bit of a joke.

At a glance, the shore of the vast Huangquan Sea is crowded like ants on the ground.

Looking up, above the void, the strong man stands in the void, like a bird and a star.

Uncountable.

He didn't know how many there were, for he stood on the edge like a drop of blood on the sea, and as small as the sand on the sand.

However, he was soon shocked.

Because some of the strong people he thought he would never see in his life actually appeared here at this moment.

"Yin God Sect Master: Yin God King, the powerhouse of the Heavenly Palace!"

"Sect Master of the Hundred Ghost Sect: Demon Hundred Kills, the powerhouse of the Heavenly Palace!"

"Grandmaster of the Five Elements Sect: Golden Immortal, the powerhouse of the Heavenly Palace!"

"Jiuluojing Jiang Lin family, Lin Yiting!"

"Jiu Luo Xi Chu Xiang Family, Xiang Shen Spear!"

"Black and White City ......"

"Senluo Baiyun Mountain, a gate in the clouds......"

One by one, they should be high up, never appear in everyone's field of vision, and have always been just worshipped existences, but at this moment, they are sitting around heaven and earth like ordinary beings, silently looking at the Jiuluo Holy Mountain, silently, silently, becoming dotted green leaves......

Stirring!

Hundreds of thousands of grand occasions have never been completely opened at this moment.

Straight to his heart.

"The eyes of the rat are narrow, the real powerhouse is in front, but you only see those few existences, no wonder, your junior has nearly a thousand lifespans, and you can't even enter the other side!"

A sneer came.

Tan Yan saw that it was an old man beside him who spoke.

And the old man is a threefold existence on the other side.

Tan Yan's face changed, and he hurriedly said respectfully: "I've seen my predecessors, but my juniors don't know Taishan with their eyes, and they don't even know the current situation of their predecessors, forgive me!"

"Don't, at this time, the old man is just an ant, and he can't be a senior!"

The old man had a smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously quite satisfied with this Tan Yan's attitude, but when he talked about his senior, he quickly shook his head.

In this kind of place, he really can't be called a senior.

"The seniors laughed, if you are an ant, then we will only have nutrients!"

Tan Yan smiled, but still asked: "Senior, you said that the Yin God King, Demon Hundred Kills and others are not considered to be strong, is there a stronger existence?"

The old man smiled lightly.

Raising his head: "You're taking a closer look at ......"

Tan Yan looked up.

Carefully rubbing the sky, this look, suddenly gasped: "Front...... Predecessor...... This...... It's not going to be ......"

I saw it above the heavens, in the sea of clouds.

Thousands of miles in the sky centered on the Jiuluo Sacred Mountain, thousands of miles away, eight huge sea of clouds whirlpools are tumbling, like a rippling sea.

There, a strange, strange aura looms, even if it only overflows a little, there is still a disturbing crisis.

The old man nodded: "You guessed right, it is indeed those supremes, but they did not come, this is their supreme supernatural power, they are still in the Nine Luos at the moment, but even so, it can be seen the importance of this decisive battle."

Seniors, don't say it's the deity, even the Yin God King and the others, in front of these supremes, they can only kneel!"

Tan Yan was forbidden.

Don't dare to ...... words

But his fists clenched, and it was an indescribable excitement.

That is the real supreme in hell, except for the Eighteen Halls and Yan Jun, they are also paying attention to this battle, it is too terrifying!

Thinking of this, he kept tiptoeing and looked towards Jiuluo Mountain, wanting to see when that yang man would appear.

One minute!

One hour!

Two hours!

Time passed little by little, from the dawn of hell, to the sky of the blood sun, until the blood sun was slanting westward, and the dusk was approaching, and the appearance of the Yang people was not seen.

Even, a hazy rain of blood began to fall above the entire heavenly dome, and the entire Yellow Spring Sea was filled with blood mist, and there was no trace, which finally caused some people to be anxious.

"No, you don't dare to come, do you?"

The voices of disdain in the field kept coming.

It turns out that this yang person is nothing more than that.

The appointed time, but it has not appeared so far, not fear, what is this......

"Senior, he won't really dare to come, right?"

Tan Yan looked at the old man and said a little depressed.

He came from a remote place specifically to watch this great battle, to see if he could comprehend and enter the other side.

If the Yang man breaks his promise, it will be too annoying!

Lao smiled slightly, and just as he wanted to speak, his pupils suddenly shrank.

It was also at this moment that on the shore of the Yellow Spring Sea, in the void, countless strong men all set their eyes on the sky of the Yellow Spring Sea.

A burst of suppressed voices came, and the whole scene exploded suddenly;

"It's coming! Lin Tang is here!"

"This yang man has finally appeared!"

"It's been a whole day, and he's finally willing to come!"

When Tan Yan heard this, he also hurriedly looked at the Huangquan Sea.

I saw there, under the twilight of the setting sun, the setting sun, and in the hazy blood mist, a figure was piercing through the blood mist.

It was a young man dressed in white.

His complexion was resolute, calm, handsome, like a scholar.

Holding a blood-colored red umbrella, stepping on the Yellow Spring, alone, from oneself, stepping on the sea, step by step towards the Jiuluo Holy Mountain......