The ancient gods on both sides have a friendship of tens of thousands of years, but they did not have too many greetings, and the two sides started directly.

The entire sky is shrouded in all kinds of glow, the collision of boundary forces, and the roar of spells, which is quite beautiful from a distance.

Wang Quanquan sat on the "dragon chair", looking at those spells that were enough to destroy the world, and a sense of powerlessness surged from his heart.

Jinyun was right, he couldn't do anything in this chaotic war.

Lu Yushan and the others flew to the sky one after another, choosing the Great Demon Cultivator to make a move, trying to avoid those ancient powers.

Among them, several Tong Kings were the most fierce, and they used Mahayana cultivation as the enemy to fight against the Holy Void Evil Cultivator, and they actually fought back and forth.

Everyone did their best, and the king's authority was like a soldering iron under his buttocks, and he got up and sat down from time to time.

It seems that everyone present is stronger than him, even in the Mahayana period, they have been immersed in their own realm for thousands of years, and they have not broken through for a long time due to the rules of Shura.

As Wang Quanquan looked around, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

A headless monk with an open arms, an axe in one hand and a shield in the other, dealt with Du Zhao and Lu Yushan at the same time with his own strength, and his movements were mighty.

"Your uncle, do you really think of yourself as a torturer?"

Wang Quanquan was angry in an instant, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

"Two fellow Daoists, this stinky and shameless one will be dealt with by Zhao."

The red rain and the spirit are exhausted, and the king's power is a set of powerful and heavy combos, which makes the opponent frequently retreat.

"Star Picking Sword Technique, what do you have to do with Di Xin?" The black shoujiao is still knowledgeable.

While fighting and retreating, he suddenly hit the flying king with a shield, the latter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held a sword flower in his hand, the two swords were one, the pink sword was held horizontally, and he said jokingly:

"Black-Shoujiao, where are your Holy Spirit relics?"

After speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to answer, and slashed out with a sword.

Black Shoujiao raised the thick shield in his hand to resist, and he was going to resist hard, but when the big sword slashed over, he noticed that something was wrong.

The moment the broad blade touched the shield, it did not transmit the slightest force, but shattered and scattered little by little, turning into petals in the sky.

Hei Shoujiao was surprised, and a figure subconsciously appeared in his mind.

The figure was a young man, handsome and tall, with a smile on his face, but the smile was one of scoundrel and cynicism.

"Black loach, I heard that you have gone down to the earth to cause trouble again, turning over the river and the sea, flooding the fertile land, so majestic?"

After the young man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to an ancient goddess with a bumpy figure, and the other party took off the leather whip on his waist and respectfully handed it over.

"In this flood, 3,156 people died, and I will whip you 3,156 lashes, do you have any objections?"

"Minister, there is no objection."

The black head Jiao was short and didn't dare to raise his head, which really looked like a loach.

……

As memories flooded back in his mind, the black mask glowed red.

He was really angry.

He was a dignified god, and was tied to the pillar of heaven at the junction of the two worlds of man and god, and suffered more than 3,000 lashes.

And the Holy Spirit has been loved by mortals because of this.

How can he not hate?

Regardless of whether the person in front of him has anything to do with the Holy Spirit or not, he reminds himself of the tragic past, and if he rushes to this, the other party must die.

The black-headed Jiao roared, and the red light around him was victorious, and the red rain spell that Wang Quanquan had originally prepared was also isolated by the red light.

"With the blood of the ancestral dragon, summon my true body to the world."

The black head Jiao raised his head to the sky and roared, and a large number of black clouds immediately gathered in the clear sky above, and a dragon roar from ancient times sounded, alarming Tang Bingdu, who was hundreds of thousands of miles away.

The huge ancient god with a human body and a snake tail turned his head to look at Xian Dongfang and muttered:

"Who angered the Black Shoujiao?"

In the eastern sky, the body of a black-headed and blue-bodied dragon fell from the clouds.

The dragon's body is more than 100 zhang long, the flesh is rotten, the scale armor is mutilated, and the green bones and purple flesh inside it are exposed, and I don't know how many years it has existed.

Even so, it still exudes a coercion far beyond that of ordinary beast demons.

The black head Jiao vigorously ripped off the mask on his chest, picked up a large piece of flesh and blood, and threw it into the air with all his strength and fell into the dragon's body.

The king didn't know what would happen if the two merged, but he still urged full speed to intercept it.

He's fast enough to be the first to come first, and he's the first to get in between.

The black mask still didn't slow down, and the red light flashed straight towards the king.

The young man subconsciously reached out to take it, and the moment the two touched, the mask suddenly flickered, and some kind of strange spell was cast, directly passing through the palm of the other's hand.

Wang Quanquan pounced, his face flushed with surprise, but then the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile, his arm was also illusory, and he grabbed the black mask with his backhand.

There was a loud "boom", and the dragon corpse slammed into the ground, splashing dozens of feet of smoke and dust.

Wang Quanquan held the mask, and his smile became more and more hideous.

"Hei Shoujiao, remember what I said, even if you die, I will drag you into the Yellow Spring together."

As he spoke, the young man waved his left hand, and a large river of earth and yellow appeared behind him.

The black shou jiao seemed to have seen some terrifying picture, his eyes flickered, and his voice trembled:

"St. ... Holy Spirit ......"

"Shhhh Don't be so loud, others will hear it. ”

When Hei Shoujiao heard this, he was even more convinced, and just as he wanted to say something, he was thrown into the turbulent yellow spring behind him and disappeared.

Other people on the battlefield also noticed this scene, especially several of the ancient gods, who subconsciously stopped their movements, and their faces showed a look of surprise.

An ordinary-looking young man, standing alone in the peach blossom sky, with the flowing river behind him, his right hand gradually changing from illusory to solid.

This scene is not beautiful, and it can't be compared to the ancient gods who can move mountains and reclaim the sea, but he really shocked everyone present.

This awe-inspiring terrification comes from the depths of the soul, and it is a barrier that countless living beings cannot overcome in their lifetimes.

……

The Holy Spirit has nine major spells, iQue, Incarnation outside the body, Void Body, Mirage, Soul Melting, Transfiguration, Giving Life, Yellow Spring, and a Ray of Life.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the giving of life and the Yellow Spring, one gives life and the other helps reincarnation.

In addition to the Holy Spirit, the goddess of fertility can also be borrowed, and in the same way, the power of Huangquan can only be used by the Holy Spirit and the Grim Reaper.

The ancient gods have followed the Holy Spirit for tens of thousands of years, and Huang Quan will definitely not admit his mistake, but at this moment, they were all stunned, and they guessed the identity of the man in their hearts.

Jinyun was the first to react, raised his long whip and rushed straight towards the king's authority, and scolded in his mouth:

"It's good that you are the end of the world, and you disregard the face of the ancient gods and take away a human monk, today we will settle the old accounts together."

How smart the king is, he immediately reacted and said in a deep voice:

"Jinyun, this is a personal grudge, I advise you not to meddle in things."

When everyone heard this, their doubts dispelled a little, but at this moment, an inopportune voice sounded:

"Jinyun, you just called me?"

A cloaked figure stepped out of the void, holding an exaggerated scythe in his hand, and two rays of light under the cloak looked at the two people who were acting.

When he saw the yellow river full of bones and broken flesh, he was also stunned, and muttered:

"Hey, why did Huang Quan come to this place?"

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to take it back.

After trying for a while, he was embarrassed to find that Huang Quan didn't listen to his command at all.

What is more embarrassing than him is Jinyun and the others, they are not acting, and they are not acting.

Wang Quanquan knew that he had caused a big disaster, and wanted to secretly withdraw the spell, when an ancient god with blond hair on the enemy suddenly shouted:

"It's the Holy Spirit, this person is the reincarnation of the Holy Spirit, kill him!"

…… (End of chapter)