Nether nodded and said, "Well, it's higher than I expected. ”

Qiankun didn't talk nonsense, and directly smashed into the netherworld with a punch.

Netherworld took a hard punch, and Netherworld was shocked back four steps, and Qiankun retreated three and a half steps.

Netherworld was surprised: "Such a strong divine power, it seems that this magic created by your old guy really has some doorway." ”

Qiankun smiled: "It's just a fluke, you have been hit by Hua Xuan, it is difficult to send out the maximum combat power, come again!"

"Come again, come again!

The two fought again.

The battle lasted for more than four months.

In the end, Qiankun proposed to stop.

Shakya, the strongest of the three gods, is ready to play.

"Slow!" the Netherworld stopped Shakya, who was eager to try, and his face was very ugly.

He underestimated Qiankun's strength, in his opinion, Qiankun's divine body was at most four hundred zhang, but he didn't expect Qiankun's divine body to be much higher than his expectations, and Qiankun's divine power was of extremely high quality, far stronger than himself.

On the whole, Qiankun's strength is not below Shakya.

In the battle with Qiankun, although the Netherworld was not seriously injured, nearly sixty percent of its divine power was consumed.

Counting the battle with Hua Xuan, the divine power of the Netherworld is less than twenty percent.

With such divine power, he will definitely not be able to defeat Shakya, not to mention Hua Xuan's strange art, purely exchanging injuries for injuries, and he does not have one or two calamities, and his cultivation is not good at all.

And that's about to happen.

Netherworld finally understood that the three great gods came to ask for a concubine just by the way, and the real purpose of the three of them was to seriously hurt themselves, so that they could not hold on to the end in that incident.

Netherworld believes that if he fights with Shakya again, Shakya will inevitably give himself a ruthless blow like Hua Xuan.

In that case, I am afraid that in three or five tribulations, I will not be able to recover my strongest strength.

This is not the most terrible, in case the three of them don't talk about their credibility and suddenly make a move after the fight, they are afraid that they will be suspected of falling.

Although the three of them are righteous gods, they may not be able to do treacherous things, but they can't be unguarded, as gods and demons of the Demon Dao line, Netherworld never pins their hopes on others.

What's more, there are more than four of them who are great gods of the flood wilderness, if the news of their serious injuries is released, the underworld believes that there will definitely be god-level gods and demons who will come to the door and "discuss" with themselves.

After all, that event was already in sight.

Seeing that the Netherworld was not moving, Hua Xuan said, "Netherworld, are you still fighting?"

The Netherworld has a great hatred in his heart.

That incident was originally a life of nine deaths, and no one of the great gods was even sure that Yicheng would survive.

The goddess of merit is the last expectation of the underworld, she can't achieve the ancestor, and she always hopes that there will be an heir to achieve the ancestor in the future.

In comparison, it seems that the possibility of letting the meritorious goddess give birth to an ancestor heir is higher.

However, now, the goddess of merit is like a duck in her hand that has flown again, making the Netherworld extremely desperate.

Netherworld sighed and said, "In the third game, I admit defeat, take it away!"

Hua Xuan and the three of them were stunned, they didn't expect that the always strong Netherworld would admit defeat.

Hua Xuan said: "Netherworld, don't you think about it anymore?"

Nether was furious: "Think about it, you really didn't come specifically for the merit goddess, you came specifically for me!"

Hua Xuan laughed twice and didn't say anything more, but acquiesced.

The hell in my heart.

At this time, the gods and demons of the You clan brought Shang Ji over.

Shangji, who was escorted over, had a blank face, until she saw Taishang, she was surprised, she didn't expect that Taishang could find it, dare to find it.

The gods and demons of the You clan let go of Shang Ji.

Shang Ji couldn't believe it, could it be that he was free?

Shang Ji threw herself directly into Taishang's arms and cried loudly.

Taishang didn't say anything, just hugged Shangji.

Hua Xuan and the other three gods looked at Taishang and Shangji with satisfaction.

And when the ghost saw Shang Ji and Taishang hugging each other, his heart was shocked.

Nether remembered her old self.

At that time, I was still a lower god, and I fell in love with a witch, what was the name of that witch?

It's been so long since I forgot her name, but I remember that the witch also took a fancy to me.

The two have already made an agreement that when they are promoted to the middle demon god, they will get married and establish a clan belonging to the two of them.

However, just after he was promoted to the middle god, when he happily went to the witch's clan to propose.

All the Nether could see was ruins, it turned out that the witch's clan had been wiped out, and the witch had been taken captive by another clan.

At that time, there were not many gods and demons in the wilderness, and there were not many high-ranking gods, and the netherworld of the middle god was already a master of the flood.

Nether entered that clan alone, defeated the patriarch of that clan, and recaptured his beloved witch.

At that time, Netherworld and his beloved woman were also hugging each other like this, she was crying, and I didn't say a word.

What a resemblance.

Something so long ago came to the back of the Nether's mind.

It was the happiest moment of my life.

Why is it the happiest moment? Let me think.

Oh, by the way, the patriarch of that clan attacked me at that time, and it was the witch who helped me block that blow at the cost of her life.

I remember how angry I was.

In extreme anger, the Netherworld actually realized the Tao, and under the anger of the Netherworld, who had made great progress, slaughtered the entire clan.

I still remember how desperate I was at that time, yes, despair, is the emotion of despair, just like I am now.

The ghost looked at Taishang, as if he saw himself at the beginning.

However, compared to his original self, this little guy seems to be missing something.

What's missing?

Yes, despair, the despair that has just fallen from the top of the mountain of hope into the abyss.

Netherworld's heart moved: How can I bear my fate alone, someone must share it with me.

The ghost made the god send the ghost, and without warning, he slapped his palm on the Taishang and Shangji who were hugging each other.

Hua Xuan and the other three great gods didn't react.

And the two of them didn't react until the giant palm of the Netherworld was only more than a foot away from them.

Taishang was in a hurry, and his arms were raised, just to block the blow of the Netherworld.

But the blow of the great god is not something that the middle god Taishang who was caught off guard can block.

Taishang was hit by this blow, and directly vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

And only the lower Shinto practitioner was unable to withstand the blow of the great god at all, and he was directly turned into ashes.

"No!!" Taishang shouted wildly and fainted, and Yuan Shi and Lingbao hurriedly went over to check.

"Bold!" Hua Xuan and the three of them reacted and shot one after another.

Looking for the prepared Netherworld, he had already raised the shield of divine power, blocking the attack of the three-dimensional god.

Seeing the three great gods angrily make a move, the Netherworld also regretted his impulsiveness a little, but the Netherworld, who never knew what regret was, laughed wildly: "Merit Goddess, I can't get it, and no one can think of it!"

Qiankun scattered people and said angrily: "Netherworld, I will take your life!"

Nether laughed: "Then try it!"

At this moment, I saw countless blue lights surging from all directions in the sky.

All the blue light gathered in the sky above the You clan, and under the blue light, a giant hand appeared in the blue light.

This giant hand was the size of a li, and it slapped directly on the Shen Clan's divine power shield.

The divine power shield that Qiankun and the other three great gods couldn't break for a long time burst like a soap bubble when the giant hand slapped it down.

The gods and demons of the You Clan who were sending divine power to the altar all vomited a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma directly.

"Ancestor!" the four great gods exclaimed.

The giant hand slapped off the shield of divine power and slapped it towards the Netherworld again.

The powerful Netherworld, under this giant hand, couldn't move, only felt that the entire space was imprisoned.

"No!" shouted this time it was Nether's turn.

At this moment, above the altar of the You clan, a black light flashed, turning into a huge fist, facing the giant hand.

The black giant fist was obviously not the opponent of the cyan giant hand, and was directly slapped away.

However, the giant hand's failure was also offset a lot by the black giant fist, and the remaining residual power still swept to the netherworld.

If it was the Netherworld in its heyday, it was not afraid, but now the Netherworld is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and it was swept away by the residual power of this giant hand, and it spit out a mouthful of blood directly.

The injury of this blow was more than three times that of Hua Xuan's blow.

The black giant fist that was knocked away turned into a black-robed human shape more than 100 zhang tall, and said, "Hongjun, don't go too far!"

When the three of them saw the black figure, they exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "Meet the Wuji Ancestor clone." ”

Yuan Shi and Lingbao were stunned: "Ancestor clone?"

At this time, the cyan giant hand in the air also turned into an old man in a green robe.

Qiankun and Shakya bowed again: "Meet the ancestor clone of Hongjun." ”

"Ah!" Yuan Shi and Lingbao didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "The righteous little god Yuan Shi (Lingbao) pays a visit to Hongjun Ancestor." ”

Also kneeling down together were the great gods of Huaxuan, they were all righteous gods, and in terms of bloodline, they all belonged to the heirs of Hongjun.

The old man in the green robe (Hongjun's clone) said: "Wuji, you want to stop me?"

The black-robed old man (Wuji clone) said: "Hongjun, do you want to meddle in the junior's affairs?"

Hongjun said: "I don't need to meddle in the affairs of the juniors, but it is a great crime to kill the meritorious goddess of my clan in the netherworld." ”

Wuji said: "The meritorious goddess, although it is rare, but she is alive, she is also married to a foreign clan, and she gives birth to an ancestor, and it may not be from your righteous path family, so why should you be angry." ”

"If the merit goddess marries a foreign clan, she naturally doesn't need me to come out when she dies, but the underworld has already admitted defeat, and the marriage contract between the merit goddess and the junior Taishang of my clan is still there, and her heirs are naturally my righteous path clan. ”

Wuji said: "When the merit goddess girl is born, I don't know when, how do you know that the Taishang will be able to keep the merit goddess?"

Hongjun was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, look at your face today, and this seat will put the netherworld once." ”

Wuji said: "Thank you." ”

Hongjun looked at Hua Xuan and the three of them, and said, "You three, go back to your own clan, before that incident, don't come out again, retreat and cultivate, don't keep thinking about the evil sect and crooked ways, it's not my righteous path gods." ”

Hua Xuan's faces were flushed, and he apologized: "Yes, follow the teachings of the ancestors!

Hongjun said: "This seat can send them back." ”

Hongjun said, with a wave of his long sleeves, the Sanqing brothers had disappeared without a trace.

The three great gods bowed and left.

Wuji touched his chin: "Hongjun, this old ghost, there must be something wrong, a meritorious goddess, it's not worth his shot, is the purpose of his appearance this time the three little guys? If so, how can he send those three little guys away directly? Besides, there is nothing outstanding about those three little guys?"