When the law vortex of Dongfang Mo's eyebrows operated automatically, it swelled up from the dark sea below, covering his law of death, and was immediately sucked into it by the vortex of his Yuanying eyebrows, without causing any impact on Dongfang Mo.

Then, under the gaze of Dongfang Mo and dozens of Returning to the One Realm Underworld Monks, the sound of "lala" waves swelled, and the frozen sea water below rolled and roared, setting off hundreds of zhang of huge waves.

Then a huge purple light flashed in the depths of the sea, and I saw the surface of the water bulging up, forming a huge bulge. This bulge is towering and tall, forming a giant under the gaze of everyone. Although the appearance of this giant is rough, it can be seen from the outline that it is the purple-clothed imp before.

"Boom Guy ......"

But a sly laugh sounded, echoing across the sea.

It's just that the purple-clothed imp's body condensed with the sea water of the Stygian Sea is too huge, so its laughter has a buzzing sound, which makes people uneasy.

And the cultivation fluctuations emanating from this purple-clothed little ghost have reached the Great Perfection of the Unified Realm, and there is even a trace of the breath of a half-ancestor.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Dongfang Mo swallowed his saliva. He had long known that the ghost drawing talisman was refined in the Stygian Sea, and the bone tooth had said that this thing would be powerful in the Stygian Sea, and now it seemed that it was the case, and Dongfang Mo couldn't help but look forward to it at this moment.

Just when his expression was excited, the purple-clothed imp who stood up on the sea suddenly disappeared from the spot. Even he didn't see how the purple-clothed imp disappeared.

"Whew!"

The next moment, a deafening roar was heard.

Dongfang Mo turned his head to look at it with some sense, and then his eyes widened.

The purple-clothed imp who disappeared before appeared in the Stygian Sea at some point, and rose from the sea under the feet of dozens of Returning Realm Underworld monks behind him, with a mouth of blood hundreds of zhang, swallowing these dozens of people in one gulp.

An astonishing aura of the law of death covered all these people, making them unable to move.

"Huh...... Whew......"

At the critical moment, the fast-reacting Underworld One Realm monk forcibly broke free from the astonishing law of death, and his body shot out in all directions, avoiding the blow

It's just that there are still a dozen people, and they are not so lucky. In an instant, he was swallowed by the big mouth of the blood basin below, and for a while, everyone only felt that it was dark in front of them.

Dongfang Mo saw the purple-clothed little ghost rising from the sea and closed his mouth, and then began to chew, and at the same time as there was a clattering sound in his mouth, he also heard a terrible scream.

"Shhh

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo couldn't help but take a breath.

It seems that this is the true power of the ghost painting talisman, after this thing was sacrificed and refined, it was suppressed to the lowest level by the half-ancestor of the underworld, and then the nine immortal altars were stimulated to the low-law star field, and the plan was to activate the nine-rune underworld altar array to move the low-law star field. This is completely overkill.

Just as he thought of this, the thousand-foot giant purple-clothed imp raised his hand and blasted at the underworld monk who also had the Great Perfection cultivation of the One Realm.

Seeing this, the Great Perfection Monk of the One Realm raised a huge iron hammer in his hand and smashed it against the purple-clothed imp's fist.

"Boom!"

Under the punch of the purple-clothed imp, the hammer came out of this person's hand, and the body of the underworld monk who had cultivated into the Great Perfection of the One Realm flew upside down, and the bones were full of cracks.

Punching this person away, the purple-clothed imp waved his other hand again and slapped it at a netherworld monk in the late stage of the Returning Realm.

"Bang!"

Although at the critical moment, this person sacrificed a bone shield as a counter. But after the purple-clothed imp slapped it, the bone shield split apart and exploded, and then the person's body was slapped apart. It turned into knots of black bones, scattered from mid-air.

"Bang!"

One after another was the second Underworld One Realm monk, and his body was also blown apart.

Even the people of the underworld who returned to the Great Perfection of the One Realm were not the generals of the purple-clothed imps, let alone these people.

Next, I saw the purple-clothed imp wandering around Dongfang Mo, and in a sinister laugh, he either punched out or slapped it with a palm, and none of the underworld monks around him could resist it, and his body was directly slapped open. Killing these people is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables for the little imp in purple.

Dozens of Underworld One Realm monks continued to attack around the purple-clothed imp, but their attack methods fell on the purple-clothed imp, only causing part of its body condensed by the sea to explode, but it quickly healed.

On the contrary, under the fist of the purple-clothed imp, these people fell one after another, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of Returning to the One Realm cultivators were only a small half of what they had before.

And there were more and more underworld monks chasing and killing Dongfang Mo from the top of their heads, and all of them appeared in the sky above the Stygian Sea. Some of these people were Returning to the One Realm cultivators, but many more were Dao Breaking Realm cultivators.

When they appeared here, some people didn't even have time to react before they were punched by the purple-clothed imp. Especially those Dao Breaking Realm cultivators, they were often slapped into pieces under the palm of the purple-clothed imp.

Dongfang Mo stood still in mid-air, watching the purple-clothed imp exert his might, slaughtering these underworld monks who appeared here, and he felt a sense of powerlessness. Even if a Half-Ancestor Realm cultivator made a move, it would only be like this.

In the next half hour, more Hades monks seemed to smell the fishy wolf, surging from all directions, and killed the purple-clothed imp one after another.

It's just that these people are not vulnerable to the purple-clothed imp with a huge body at all. Dongfang Mo didn't make a move from beginning to end, and he saw that all these people had fallen under the fist of the purple-clothed imp.

In this dark sea, the purple-clothed imp seems to be an invincible existence.

A full hour has passed like this, and I don't know how many underworld monks have emerged, but all of them have died at the hands of the purple-clothed imp. In the depths of the Stygian Sea below, the corpses of unknown number of underworld monks were deposited.

"Humph!"

Just as Dongfang Mo's heart was shaking and looking at all this in front of him, he suddenly heard a cold snort.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's heart jumped suddenly.

"Huh!"

In front of him, there seemed to be a figure out of thin air, it was a monk of the underworld in a robe. It's just that from this person, he can't feel any breath fluctuations.

And when the chaotic law of death touched the body of this person, it was bounced away by an invisible force.

And after this person appeared, countless underworld monks no longer killed the purple-clothed imp without fear of death, but retreated behind this person, even those underworld monks who returned to the One Realm were no exception, looking like they were headed by this person.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo's heart was vigilant, this was a genuine half-ancestor of the underworld, and he would not let him go because of her juniors like Miaoyu Ancestor.

"How could the ghost drawing talisman of my clan fall into your hands."

After appearing, I only heard this half-ancestor of the underworld ask in a deep voice.

……

Just when Dongfang Mo was facing a half-ancestor of the underworld, at this moment, he was in the place where the three clans of the demon wood were at war with the underworld. The battle between the two sides is in full swing, and the fierce fighting continues all day long, without stopping.

The area covered by the front can be said to be extremely vast. In addition to the major star fields of the underworld, the void is also a sea of people and a sea of people.

The shouts of killing, as well as the fierce sounds of fighting, came and went. On weekdays, the city lord of the high party and the lord of a place may cultivate to the realm of breaking the Dao or even the realm of returning to the realm, but under the rush of a wave of monks, he will die. The lives of these monks seem to be less valuable than those of mortals.

In a star field where the two sides are fighting, the demon monks are fighting with the army of the underworld. Relying on their strong strength, they saw that the demon clan, which was not superior in numbers, had instead crushed the underworld army and retreated, and it would not be long before they could annihilate this wave of the underworld army.

And high above the heads of the battle between the two sides, a demon clan half-ancestor and a underworld half-ancestor were fighting fiercely with their great mana without reservation. Spatial cracks spread, and wisps of law power catapulted everywhere. The great battle between the two caused damage that ordinary people simply can't imagine.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

At this moment, an old Buddha horn suddenly came.

Then, between the two, a behemoth appeared. It was a giant elephant more than ten feet long, with a white body.

On the back of the elephant, there was also a thin old monk sitting cross-legged.

As soon as this person appeared, a vast force of law suddenly swung away from him, and when the two half-ancestors were covered, the movements of the two were at the same time.

Looking at this person who suddenly appeared, the eyes of the half-ancestor of the Jinjiao clan and the half-ancestor of the underworld clan showed shock.

The old monk didn't look at the half-ancestor of the underworld, but set his eyes on the half-ancestor realm monk of the Golden Jiao clan.

"The donor's murder this time is one hundred and twenty-one nineteen thousand eight hundred and fifty-seven, and the sin is serious." I just listened to the old monk.

As soon as the words fell, I saw him flick his sleeves.

"Whew!"

A strong wind blew on the body of the Golden Jiao Clan's half-ancestor. Then I saw this person, who had the early cultivation of the Half Ancestor, his body being blown up uncontrollably, and swept towards an iron door that appeared at some point and opened violently.

Under this fierce wind, this Golden Jiao Clan's half-ancestor clenched his teeth, trying to stabilize his body. He noticed that the wind seemed to have been formed by a suction that erupted from the iron door, and that even he could not resist the suction.

"The claws of the Buddha are not stretched too long?" I only heard the half-ancestor of the Jinjiao clan say angrily.

However, in response to him, he was uncontrollably swept into the iron door.

At this point, the wind disappeared as if it had never appeared. Even the iron door that opened in mid-air gradually hidden.

The white elephant moved its four hooves and walked forward, and as the beast walked, it and the old monk's figure gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared into the void.

In the same place, only the half-ancestor of the underworld clan was left, standing in the air in a daze, and for a while he didn't even come back to his senses.