"Spread the oracle of the deity, the gods of the Nine Shadows return to the Nine Shadows of the Netherworld, and they must not interfere with the affairs of the world, and the ghost gate will be closed until the end of the chaos in the world. ”

"Divine Lord, why is this?" Bai Wuchang was greatly surprised, the Yin Soul is the foundation of the Netherworld, and the War Spirit born in the Great War is the best choice for the soldiers of the Netherworld, if you give up like this, it is equivalent to giving up a huge piece of fat.

"Bai Wuchang, do you want to disobey the divine decree of the deity?" Xu You glanced at Bai Wuchang with an unkind face, at first Xu You also thought that someone was plucking the feathers from the tiger's mouth, but after some investigation, he immediately understood that it was because of the god list.

Since the birth of the Fengshen List, it has attracted true spirits like a ghost gate, and if it is an existence that has not been scattered, it can attract the entire soul together.

All beings who participate in the battle of the gods, no matter who they are, have merit, and the matter of sealing the gods itself is the greatest merit between heaven and earth.

Some people are eligible to enter the list of gods even if they die, such as Chen Ang, if he dies in the battle of the gods, he will definitely become a famous god in the god list.

Closing the Ghost Gate Pass is not to affect the power of the God List, after all, the daily traction of the Ghost Gate Pass is not a few, and if you compete for the Yin Soul, it will also affect the power of the God List.

And this battle attracted the attention of people all over the world, and Jian Xiu also came here secretly, so Bai Wuchang couldn't compete for it, but there are always people in the world who die in the distance of the god list, if the traction is not enough to be robbed by the ghost gate, it will delay the god.

In the end, the merits of the Nine Netherworlds will be damaged.

The self-proclaimed god list was born, and the world has become a huge battlefield for gods.

Squeak, squeak, since the opening of the Nine Shadows, the eternal open ghost gate has begun to change, and it has begun to merge.

Above the ghost gate, there are still yin ghosts queuing up every day, all the yin spirits are terrified at this moment, if the ghost gate is closed, they can't enter the nine shadows, or they will soon usher in the soul scattered.

They all ran frantically towards the ghost gate.

After a while, the ghost gate finally closed completely, emitting a white light, and the entire crack in the door disappeared, and the ghost gate gate was completely integrated.

And there are still thousands of souls who have not entered the ghost gate, and there is a mournful cry at this moment.

In the Nether Collection.

Zhu Mang sighed and walked out, the ghost gate was suddenly closed, and even he didn't get the news of the Yin God, and at this moment, the Yin God also disappeared, which inevitably made people suspect that a huge variable had occurred in the Nine Shadows.

"Don't worry, my Netherworld Collection is also established in the Nine Netherworld, and the Yin Qi is abundant, which can accommodate your existence, and come with me. ”

There are thousands of more Yin Souls in the deserted Netherworld, and Zhu Mang at this moment is also worried, although he is already a Heavenly Master, and he has lived a very nourishing life, but he also knows that the Yang World has changed greatly, and he didn't expect that the Yin World has also changed.

"The ghost gate is closed, and I'm afraid that the monks of the Yin Ghost Way won't be able to stay in this Netherworld for long. Zhu Mang's heart moved, he could already see that if the ghost door could not be opened, after a period of time, all the heavenly masters and Taoist priests who contained ninety percent of the yin and ghost ways in the world would be born.

After all, when the ghost gate is closed, there is no supply of resources in the underworld, only the yang world is good for cultivation, and there is no need for the Netherworld to exist, not to mention that after practicing in the Netherworld for such a long time, these monks of the Yin Ghost Way have long been unable to hold back.

Without the Nine Ghost Spirits patrolling the world, even if they killed people and took their souls, no one would come to interfere.

Before the birth of the Nine Ghost Gods, there was a lesson from the past of the city lord of the Dead City, and any existence in the world that dared to indiscriminately attack the mortal Yin Soul was all directly scattered.

Although their existence is powerful, they are naturally restrained by the Nine Yin Gods, and they can't exert their strength, but fortunately, there is a Netherworld Collection, which has become a holy place for cultivation, and the currency of the Netherworld Collection is even easier to obtain, and there are countless treasures in the Nine Netherworlds, and a random handful of Yin Earth is a treasure for their existences.

After all, there is no such pure yin soil in the world.

The matter of the Netherworld Collection is not mentioned for the time being, it is just that there is more chaos in the world, and the people of the Netherworld Collection at this moment do not know that after the ghost gate is closed, the Nine Netherworld Gods have also disappeared.

As the largest gateway of the Nine Shades, the Ghost Gate Pass is the commonly used passage for the Nine Shades Yin God.

And somewhere in the battle of the clouds, there was a full thirty miles away from the battlefield, so the military evil spirit could not be affected.

In the clouds is Jian Xiu, who is watching the battle from afar when he opens his eyes, and there are countless heavenly masters who are so curious to watch the battle, but his knowledge has increased a lot.

This kind of magnificent battle has not been seen in twenty years, and Jian Xiu has seen it for the first time.

I don't know what's going on in the god list in his arms.

And at this moment, Xuanhuangtian finally changed.

The three-pointed two-edged knife crossed the air, a golden thread passed, and a person in the sky stood still, looking at Zhou Xuan in front of him in disbelief.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan's complexion remained unchanged.

The young face of the Northwest Hou Chai Huai recalled his life, his talent was already good, when he was fifty years old, he broke through to the martial arts supernatural powers, and now he is only eighty years old, and he still belongs to the younger generation among the martial arts supernatural powers, but he is about to fall, and his eyes reveal unwillingness.

The corpse was separated, he didn't have Wenke's magical powers, and the whole corpse fell from the sky.

There was a kind of sadness in the hearts of all the soldiers, it was their commander, Hou Chai Huai in the northwest, who had fallen, and the blood-eyed black tiger formed by the army's killing qi had disappeared without a trace.

The army formation was broken.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of soldiers suddenly felt that their strength was constantly exhausted, and without the blessing of the military array, their strength would naturally decline.

Zhou Xuan's mouth made an earth-shaking sound, and his whole body was full of golden light, and he said: "The Northwest Marquis is dead, and you have to resist stubbornly." ”

The war drums of the military array are still being beaten, and no one can stop Zhou Xuan at this moment, his combat power is getting more and more fierce, and after killing Chai Huai, he has reached a certain peak.

Three martial arts masters came together to stop Zhou Xuan, and they were directly cut to ashes.

With a wave of the three-pointed and two-edged sword, hundreds of war drums were all broken, and the big men who beat the war drums all fell.

Zhou Xuan's victory made the balance of victory in this battle begin to tilt.

A golden light crisscrossed all over the battlefield, and if it didn't reach one place, it could calm down the battle in one place, and under the three-pointed and two-edged swords, all the souls of martial arts supernatural powers, the killing aura, shook the heavens and the earth.

In the distance in the Baiyun Mountain, on a towering peak, a young man was watching the battle, and at this moment he also showed a smile, and said: "It is not in vain that I will teach all the secrets of the Holy Body of Fighting." ”

This person is the Fighting Saint Thin Monkey, although he did not appear on the battlefield in person, but he cares very much, and the people who participate in the battle are all his friends, the only friends.

Beheaded a Heavenly Master again, Zhou Xuan took the old man's head in his hand, and said coldly: "If you don't descend again, you will be cut off." ”

A soldier who was surrounded by many soldiers said with grief in his mouth: "Withdraw." ”

In an instant, all the soldiers descended towards Gouyunsuo, fell to the ground, sat in a group, and reformed into a military formation.

Zhou Xuan also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his mana was not much left, but the power of his appearance was still strong.

After this battle, the White Cloud Sect at this moment was no longer able to pursue.

The military formation on the ground was also retreating into the distance, until it reached a large formation.

At this moment, Chen Ang, who had fallen into the illusion of whiteness, suddenly felt a light in his eyes, and an old Taoist priest with a pale face and a sluggish breath appeared in front of him, it was Zhang Jiao.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao's mana consumption was terrifying, but his eyes were very excited.

"Look at how you deal with the deity, the spell that consumes so much mana is just to trap the deity, hum. Chen Ang's heart was also full of anger, and he rushed directly towards Zhang Jiao in the clouds.

He could see that Zhang Jiao was the end of the strong crossbow, but as soon as his fist arrived, there were more than a dozen strong breaths around him, and they were looking at him with fierce eyes.

"How could you be again. Chen Ang was vigilant in his heart, before he was trapped, it was the time when everyone was fighting, and at this moment, these people were besieging him, could it be defeated.

They have a military formation on their side, and the strength of the masters is not weak at all.

"Naturally, you were defeated. "Zhou Xuan's robe is stained with blood, and his power is extraordinary, he is the key to this battle, relying on the three-pointed two-edged knife that can restrain the army's evil spirit, and he killed the Northwest Hou in person.

"What a bad star. ”

Chen Ang looked at Zhou Xuan and could feel the breath on Zhou Xuan's body, and his heart was greatly shaken.

"I still have tens of millions of troops in Great Xia, I don't know how many times your Baiyun Sect can hold out in a big battle of this magnitude. After Chen Ang finished speaking, he disappeared directly.

Everyone did not choose to stop them, Chen Ang's strength is top, although they are not weak, but a big battle is also a serious attrition.

Back above the Xuanhuang Heaven, the 10,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers at this moment are less than 3,000, and the casualties can be described as heavy.

These are the elite martial artists that Zhang Jiao has spent twenty years cultivating, they are Taoist soldiers, and the damage is not easy to replenish, and the heartache is extreme.

If it weren't for the fact that ordinary Taoist priests were not even as good as an acquired realm martial artist on the battlefield, their Baiyun Sect would not be so miserable.

"Zhou Xuan, the god of war, mighty. ”

The people who survived shouted one after another as they watched Zhou Xuan fall from the sky.

It was Zhou Xuan who saved the battle, and it was Zhou Xuan who saved them, the name of the god of war is worthy of the name.

Zhang Jiao's previous mind was all immersed in trapping Chen Ang, but he didn't care, and now he also understood that this battle was Zhou Xuan's great achievement.

In the dark, a wave of luck descended on Zhou Xuan's body, Zhou Xuan's own luck was extraordinary, and now the luck is more powerful, and if the luck is strong, everything is going well.

"I have a vein of Baiyun Taoism, the Baiyun God Lord is the first generation, teaching Taoism, and I am the second generation of the Baiyun Seven Sons, adhering to the Shinto luck and growing up by luck. Now Zhou Xuan, you are the third generation, and after today, you will be the first disciple of the three generations, shouldering the responsibility of whether my Baiyun Dao vein is prosperous or not, although you are a martial artist, you are the protector of my Dao vein, and the name of the god of war is well deserved. ”

Uncle Shi was ashamed. Zhou Xuan was still a little embarrassed, and continued: "Master Xu Wei's nephew defeated me, and he didn't dare to occupy the position of the first apprentice. ”

The Seven Sons of Baiyun and the others are not stupid, and they all understand why Zhang Jiao said this, on the one hand, he tied Zhou Xuan to the chariot of the Baiyun Sect, and on the other hand, he gave Zhou Xuan luck, so that he could grow rapidly.

In today's battle, Zhang Jiao also has a hunch, I'm afraid that only when Zhou Xuan grows up can he deal with Chen Ang.

Only by establishing a name first can we stabilize our luck.

The development and prosperity of the Baiyun Dao vein is now, there are Baiyun Sect, White Lotus Sect, and people in the world who practice the Baiyun Dao Mai exercises, all of which add luck to the Baiyun Dao Mai, and the Baiyun Dao Mai is even closer to the gods, and can get some of the luck support of the Shinto, and follow the hang-up extraordinary.

"Three generations of first disciples, who else are you. ”

Zhang Jiao said categorically, and with a wave of his hand, he stopped Zhou Xuan's words.

At this moment, the woodpipe also swept around, and the rest of the people of the Seven Sons of Baiyun, including Qu Shuai of the White Cloud Sect, and the people who helped the White Lotus Sect had no objections.