Chen Shen glanced at him and said, "The Styx Saint King said the same thing at the beginning, and then he walked very peacefully. ”

The Fighting Saint King's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he asked in a cold voice: "He has indeed fallen, Divine Turtle Zhenren, let me ask you, what about the other immortal? Also, what is your identity?"

The corners of Chen Shen's mouth curled slightly, and after chuckling, he turned around and left directly, ignoring the Fighting Saint King.

The words that were said before have already worked as they should, and it would be a waste of time to talk about them later.

On the other side, the Fighting Saint King looked at Chen Shen's distant back, his eyes full of coldness.

......

Time flowed like water, and before I knew it, seven days had passed.

In the past seven days, the passage of the two realms has become larger and larger, and it has expanded from the original hundred miles to thousands of miles, even if the formation is continuously enhanced on the side of the true spirit realm, the passage of the two realms is about to go beyond the scope of the formation.

Looking at the increasingly large passage between the two realms, even if the cultivators of the True Spirit Realm had received Chen Shen's encouragement before, they couldn't help but become nervous now.

It was really because the difference in strength between the two sides on paper was too great, and the True Spirit Realm had almost no strength to fight.

On this day, all the Mahayana peak powerhouses in the True Spirit Realm gathered near the Two Realms Passage, looking at the Two Realms Passage with a solemn face.

On the side of the Abyss Realm, preparations were already being made before the battle, and a large number of monks began to form formations.

Some formations even require tens of thousands of monks to compose, and if you look like that, there is a possibility of an attack at any time.

"Chen Shen, can our side have a half-percent chance of winning this battle?"

Looking at the scene on the other side of the Abyss Realm, the Heavenly Demon City Lord asked.

Chen Shen's eyes were fixed on several Underworld Saint Kings from beginning to end, and when he heard the Heavenly Demon City Lord's inquiry, he said with a smile: "Bancheng must have, in this battle, we have to take advantage of the opponent's light enemy and give the opponent a heavy blow, if we miss this opportunity, it will really be hopeless." ”

Hearing this, the Heavenly Demon City Lord looked at Chen Shen, his eyes full of puzzlement.

To be honest, the strength of the True Spirit Realm is too different from the Abyss Realm, not to mention that the Abyss Realm despises him, he himself despises himself.

Chen Shen sensed the gaze of the Heavenly Demon City Lord, turned his head and said, "Master, don't worry, during the time I went to the Abyss Realm, I didn't do nothing. ”

Hearing this, the Heavenly Demon City Lord no longer asked.

Of course, he knew that Chen Shen had done a lot of things, if it weren't for that, where would they be able to guard this sect of the Abyss Sect now?

It's just that listening to Chen Shen's tone, in addition to these, he seems to have done a lot of other things......

This disciple is too mysterious for him to see through.

"They're moving!"

In the distance, the Ziwei Saint King suddenly let out a low cry at this time, and all the True Spirit Realm cultivators immediately looked at the side of the Abyss Realm when they heard it.

I saw that millions of monks in the Abyss Realm had formed thousands of formations, and they were flying towards the sky in unison, and countless laws were formed in the void, and soon they covered the sky for thousands of miles, making the originally gloomy sky suddenly become radiant.

Seeing this scene, the Heavenly Demon City Lord shouted, "Rise up!"

As the words fell, a large number of formations were formed on the side of the True Spirit Realm, and if you only talked about the number, it was not at all worthy of the Abyss Realm.

At this time, the passage between the two realms was like a huge barrier, cutting off the two completely different skies.

In this way, the two sides confronted each other for a full quarter of an hour, and the passage between the two realms expanded to a certain critical point, just beyond the range of the formation.

At this moment, the Fighting Saint King on the side of the Abyss Realm suddenly held the statue of the Underworld God high, and ordered in a voice like thunder: "Step over! Turn the True Spirit Realm into the territory of the Underworld!"

"Kill!"

Millions of Abyss Realm cultivators shouted in unison, and the sound formed an incomparably terrifying sound wave, making the surrounding space tremble faintly!

When the Fighting Saint King heard this earth-shattering voice, his heart suddenly became arrogant.

Since the appearance of the Abyss, he must have been the first monk to lead such a number of strong men, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roared, and then swung the spear in his hand and stabbed it towards the weak point of the formation at the passage of the two realms!

As one of the first few Hades believers in the Abyss Realm, his strength had increased far more than that of other Saint Kings.

In addition, he was originally an extreme existence among the Mahayana peak powerhouses, and the two wanted to add that his current strength far exceeded that of the ordinary early stage true immortals.

Even if he met the white-clothed immortal at the beginning, he had the confidence to entangle with him.

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, the spear slammed into the formation, Rao is Wanling Ding is immortal realm treasure, but it can't support a range of thousands of miles, not to mention that this blow is a true immortal-level attack!

With a bang, cracks began to fill the formation, and it didn't take long for the entire formation to turn into countless fragments of light and shadow, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Millions of Abyss Realm cultivators' eyes turned red when they saw this scene, and they didn't need to give any orders at all, and they rolled towards the True Spirit Realm.

The sound of wind and thunder between heaven and earth is constant, and even Mahayana monks are terrified when they see such a terrible scene.

However, those who stand at the forefront of the True Spirit Realm are all Mahayana peak existences, and they are the masters of the world, and in the face of countless thunderstorms that are close at hand, these people are still as immobile as a mountain.

With them, the millions of True Spirit Realm cultivators behind them were able to hold on and not retreat.

"Myriad Soul Array. ”

The Evil God Temple Master suddenly spoke in a cold voice at this time.

As soon as the words fell, countless rune lights lit up within the range of the Abyss Sect, and a formation covering an area of thousands of miles was activated.

The entire Abyss Sect seemed to have turned into hell, and a large number of ghosts flew out of the ground, but in just a few breaths, millions of ghosts flew out.

These spirits had no fear at all, and they screamed and rushed towards the Abyss Realm monks.

Some of these powerful ghosts are not even inferior in strength to Mahayana.

Seeing this scene, the Fighting Saint King shook his head and chuckled: "Hehe...... Playing this song in front of the god of the underworld, I really don't know if I should call you stupid or stupid?"

With that, he threw the statue into the sky, and the statue was almost completely repaired, leaving only a few undetectable cracks.

After flying into the air, the statue of the god of the underworld slowly opened its eyes, its lips moved slightly, and it uttered a strange tone.

As soon as this tone came out, millions of ghosts were struck by lightning, and they all stopped moving.

Seeing this, the Evil God Temple's originally calm face suddenly became ugly, and at the same time, a long banner appeared in his hand.

The banner waved, and a sinister aura swept towards the ghosts.

The ghost was replenished by this evil aura, and its body began to tremble, as if it was struggling.

The statue of the evil god in the sky grinned slightly, as if mocking, and then another unknown tone came out of his mouth.

In the next second, millions of ghosts melted away like ice and snow, and even the banner in the hand of the Evil God Temple Master suddenly burst into flames, and after a few moments, it was reduced to ashes.