"Stop!"

Rumble!

Suddenly, in the entire 90,000 miles underground of the Prajna Divine Gate, a thunderous roar came in an instant, shattering all the power of the Death Curse on the spot!

The pressure of everyone in the audience was greatly reduced, and when blood spurted out again, the expression of the Holy Elder Prajna showed ecstasy.

"The Holy Lord has awakened!"

Ling Tian's will, in the blink of an eye, opened and closed in the eight desolations of the sky, and the dull and terrifying Mixed Yuan True Saint fluctuations exuded ancient power, rolling and permeating!

The earth collapsed, the golden light flashed, and a sky-like magic seal slammed into the death curse hand in the middle of the sky, and with the dazzling golden robe figure behind him, the momentum once swept the heavens and the earth!

Seeing such fluctuations, a sneer immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his right arm, filled with unspeakable and terrifying spells, slammed his fist into the Prajna Law Seal.

Let its coercion sweep away, explode and open, turn into a hurricane roaring the whole field, and then fall apart under everyone's eyes!

The ecstatic expressions of the Saint Elder Prajna and the Flame Saint Elder couldn't help but freeze.

Immediately, he shuddered suddenly, according to the combat power of the Holy Lord at his peak, there was no problem at all in smashing the power of the Holy Monarch.

But now, it was directly destroyed by the death curse, obviously a serious injury that had not healed, and his strength was greatly reduced!

"I haven't seen you for eternity, have you found your three spirits?" the Death Curse sneered.

In his sight, the golden-robed figure finally appeared in the sky above the Prajna Divine Gate from 90,000 miles underground, and he stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the endless coercion brought by the death curse hand.

In the distance, the sea of blood was rushing, completely approaching, countless blood monsters were coming, roaring and roaring, and a large number of red-robed figures, as well as overwhelming sculptures, completely surrounded the entire Prajna Divine Gate.

The great battle broke out for a while, and the two saint elders and all the great saint-level combat forces in the audience rushed away one after another, and the fluctuations of the immortal law roared through the eight desolations of heaven and earth, destroying the void in the distance.

At the same time, there was another Ling Tian figure, accompanied by the sword shadow of the heavenly trench, swept straight in, and the wind raged on the flat ground, slashing at the left side of the Prajna Holy Lord with a single blow!

Boom!

Heaven and earth opened and closed, chaos arose, and the power of destruction swept everything around, causing a large number of powerhouses of the Prajna Divine Gate to spurt blood and fly upside down.

And in the eyes of Dao Zhuyun, the power of the palm of the left hand of the Prajna Holy Lord spread, condensing the Prajna Divine Technique, revealing a deep Prajna Law Seal, and it simply pinched the shadow of the Mad Holy Sword into two halves.

Dao Zhuyun's eyes narrowed, revealing his body on the other side of the death curse hand, his bloody hair fluttering, his eyes as sharp as a knife, but with an extreme sinister smile.

"It is worthy of being the top powerhouse of the True Saint Triple Heaven, if the strength is restored to the peak, this Saint Monarch really has to escape, but it's a pity that ......"

As the words fell, the Holy Lord of Prajna had already glanced at him slowly, and under the combined efforts of the two Holy Monarchs, he could hardly see any hope of survival.

But as long as the quasi-emperor soldier is born, the Sanfang Shenmen will definitely be saved, and the only thing he can do is to solve the crisis in front of him, even if it costs his life.

"Even if it's a half-step True Saint, can't you shake it!"

The cold shout fell, and the burning power fully opened and closed outside the body, causing a maple leaf red to appear in the golden light, and the lava exploded, directly bombarding the death curse!

And the death curse hand seemed to be waiting for the Holy Lord of Prajna to come, the corners of his mouth smirked, and the power of the black ripple spell burst out in an all-round way, forming a bloody prison field in an instant!

Boom!

The Holy Lord was entangled by an unimaginable force on the spot, and it was countless thick and strong Heavenly Hands, blocking all directions of his body.

Under the explosion of power, the electric light was raging, and the hurricane roared, but it was difficult to move an inch.

It's like stepping into an abyssal swamp, and all fluctuations will be drowned in endless devouring, without the slightest echo or wave.

The upheaval suddenly permeated the face of the Holy Lord of Prajna, but he saw that the sword cloud on the other side had already stepped forward, and the bloody flames were swirling with wild swords.

Three thousand five hundred sword shadows opened and closed in an instant, and the swords were fatal, and the swords were violent, turning into a sea of blood and thousands of horses, crossing in front of the Holy Lord of Prajna.

In a moment, blood was already splattered, and the wind was cut to pieces, revealing the meridians to the bone!

Under the line of life and death, his eyes were shrouded in fear and coldness, and he was fighting against the great saint-level combat power of countless blood monsters in the Po Sao Divine Sect, as well as the Flame Saint Elder, etc., all of his pupils shrank sharply, and he felt unbelievable.

Blood spurted out of the mouth of the Lord Prajna again, and his eyes sparked with unyielding rage, propping up his trembling blood-stained hands and pinching the last seal.

"Prajna is a seal of life and death!"

Rumble!

The burning breath of the divine soul burst out, plunging the entire heaven and earth into a manic hurricane, and the faces of the Prajna Saint Elder and the Flame Saint Elder changed drastically again.

Judging from this Dao aura, the Holy Lord was already ready to sacrifice his soul in exchange for ten breaths of time at the peak of his combat power.

Within ten breaths, the two holy monarchs will be defeated, and after ten breaths, there will be no more holy lords in the world.

"Holy Lord, no!"

The eyes cracked, the Holy Elder of Prajna roared, and the power exploded to destroy a large number of sculptures, but it did not make the Holy Lord of Prajna pause for the slightest.

The people in the audience were saddened, and the Great Sage couldn't bear to look at it directly, but just when the burning fluctuations were triggered to the extreme, the sky above the entire Prajna Divine Gate was suddenly swept by a burst of gloom, and the heavens and the earth fell into the netherworld!

The green flames rose, the black clouds turned into flowers on the other side, and the cold chill spread to every corner of the field, covering the sea of blood inside.

A thick netherworld iron rope appeared from the top of the firmament, ruthlessly swept down, shattering and piercing all the power along the way, and stabbed into the head of the Prajna Holy Lord with a bang.

And then it goes down and nails it to the ground!

The iron rope swayed, swaying the music of the past, and the burning power of the Holy Lord's soul disappeared in an instant.

He watched in amazement at the collapse of power between his hands, and looked up at the top of the firmament, the figure of the netherworld armor hidden among the flowers on the other side.

There was a chill and fear that penetrated into the bones, and it rolled up directly, causing the pupils to fall into a bottomless pit.

"The Warden of the Dead ......"

Rumble!

There was another burst of space shattering, and a judge token suddenly appeared above the head of the Holy Lord, directly smashing his true holy body, exposing the divine soul to the netherworld.

Rashomon opened and closed, mercilessly staring at the holy lord of Prajna, the dignified figure in the judge's robe, revealing the sky above Rashomon, overlooking the world, dominating life and death.

At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet.

The two top combat forces of the Afterlife River, the Warden of the Afterlife and the Judge, appeared together and smashed the Holy Lord of Prajna with a posture that overrode everything.

made all the Great Sage-level powerhouses in the audience, and even the Ling Xiao Great Sage, the Rain Saint, and the Sword Saint Xiang Ritian, feel an unprecedented sense of fear.

"I will let you live, and you shall not die. ”

"I will let you die, but you shall not live. ”

"Under the king of gods, the lord of the afterlife. ”

At the top of the firmament, the warden slowly uttered ethereal and indifferent words, resounding throughout the audience, controlling the Eight Desolations!

Dead silence pervades the air, and fear rises.

The supreme authority from the warden of the deceased is densely spread in every corner of the Prajna Divine Gate.

He was at the top of the firmament, standing above countless flowers on the other side, surrounded by dark green flames, two hell dragons scattered on both sides of his shoulders, his pupils were merciless, and his eyes were indifferent.

Against the backdrop of the netherworld rope that fell from the sky, it penetrated the soul of the Holy Lord of Prajna and imprisoned all of the Holy Lord of Prajna.

As this sentence fell, no one dared to disobey in the slightest, as if life and death were in his hands.

The trembling Prajna Holy Lord's pupils sank into a bottomless pit of fear and disbelief.

Since ancient times, the law has been established, and the water of the river well in the past life does not interfere with the river water, why did two top combat forces appear at the same time when Indra was reborn, and when the Holy Monarch destroyed the Prajna Divine Gate?

"You ...... What do you want?"

The trembling words came out, as the Holy Lord of the Prajna Divine Gate, he had lost all the strength to resist under the suppression of the Warden Supreme Divine Soul.

On the other side, the Death Curse of the Holy Monarch immediately sneered and said: "The Heavenly Dao uses all things as dogs, which is the beginning of the laws of the world, and the God King of the Chaos Era, Yuliancheng, established the Jade God Pass. ”

"One pass traverses the ages, cuts off the cause and effect of the green history, and stops hundreds of millions of foreign races, but he allows the killing here to continue, and he escapes the Taixu by himself, looking for the ethereal way of the immortal emperor. ”

"Since there is no one to dominate, why can't the Divine Gate do the way for the heavens, and the river of rebirth is in charge of the Eight Desolations, how can you know good and evil?"

"Heaven and earth, it's time for a new master. ”

Such a slow and profound words fell, and in an instant, the pupils of the Holy Lord of Prajna trembled, and he understood the purpose of the Divine Gate and the River of Death on the spot.

These two parties have joined forces, preparing to unify the Eight Desolations Realm, let the Heavenly Dao collapse, let the God King collapse, and establish their own laws!

"You are the first casualty of this battle. ”

The words of the death curse fell again, and the warden who was at the top of the firmament, the Netherworld Iron Rope under his cuffs had been slightly shaken, and there was an unimaginable soul refining power, which exploded on the body of the Prajna Holy Lord!

The Netherworld spread, and the screams rang out instantly, and the whole audience, including all the Saint Tianjiao in the Eight Desolation Realm, finally felt the real despair.

"Lord Zhenshenghou!"

Suddenly, a roar struggling in despair, seeking the dawn of life and death, came from the mouth of a great sage.

The spread spread, sweeping through the ears of everyone present, Ling Xiao Great Sage trembled all over, and under the pale face, he roared unyieldingly: "Lord Zhensheng Hou!"

The two voices came out in unison, roaring in all directions, and the rain saint and the sword saint were also violently shocked, and finally their pupils revealed the last ray of light in the embers, which became more intense and boiling.

With the stubbornness of the rule, with the unwillingness to die, with the desire for the dawn, roar out!

"Lord Zhenshenghou!"

The roar rolled and turned into a blood stream.

Everyone in the audience, without exception, was roaring, their minds exploded, they were set off crazy obsessions, they were agitated by the burning blood, and the heat was raging!

This momentum was completely thrown into every corner of the eight wildernesses of the firmament, roaring, rolling and shaking, rolling and shaking the sky for eight hundred miles!

Dao Zhuyun frowned, and the hair that was inexplicably stirred rose.

The Death Curse narrowed his eyes, feeling his heart shake alive.

Until Ling Tian was in mid-air, a cold and indifferent edge suddenly appeared, it cut from the spatial void, and it exploded out from the Prajna Secret Realm.

In a moment, with one finger, the netherworld is leveled and the iron rope is broken!