A monk of the Emperor family stepped out of the crowd, and under the shocked gaze of his teammates around him, the lone monk jumped up and rushed towards Di Yang.

Di Yang moved.

Only the Immortal Realm Peak Cultivators present had seen this thunderous blow slightly, and were shocked by the speed that was beyond their reach.

The Black Flame Knife slashed a phantom in midair.

The Imperial Monk's waist was split in two, and the two parts flew to the ground in the distance under the action of great force.

The sound of the corpses of the allied monks and comrades-in-arms falling to the ground broke the spell, and with an earth-shattering, hate-filled roar, the warriors of the Holy Legion desperately charged towards the emperor.

A large number of magic weapons poured down, countless brilliance bloomed and in the main hall, the aura of the entire mountain was instantly emptied, a large number of plants died in an instant, and the earth was cracked with tremors.

Di Yang shook his head, with a look of pity for everyone, he didn't open his eyes, he only stepped forward and met them head-on.

The slaughter began.

The first to die was the monk of the Wei family among the four major families, and it was he who let out the first roar of hatred that shook the hearts of all the monks.

Di Yang raised his left hand, and where his index finger pointed, a rainstorm of black flames appeared out of thin air, burning the cultivators who rushed forward like sharp arrows.

Next came the sturdy monks of the Black Tooth lineage, imitating the peer who had been cut in half, and they were roaring desperately towards the Emperor Yang.

Like that companion, in a matter of moments, they were all turned into pieces of flesh wrapped in robes, and the process was shockingly short.

Di Yang began to speed up his stride, facing the Lingyuan waves leaning towards the coalition raid camp, a large number of spells exploded on the surface of Di Yang's body, but none of them could penetrate this mysterious and evil dark skin.

With a pure, intense shout, Di Yang collided with the front line formed by the monks of the raid battalion.

With the first punch, a coalition cultivator was blasted into the air, spilling a long trail of blood and broken flesh between the point where he stood before his death and when he fell after death.

The second punch slammed into the body of a Tianxuan Formation Mage, whose body crashed into the copper-plated marble pillars like a boulder thrown by a catapult, and the torn body shattered the entire solid pillar with unlost fist force until it burst out from the other side of the pillar.

One of the Si Yu monks seized the opportunity and stabbed Di Yang in the chest with a short sword as sharp as a spear.

To his astonishment, his arms had separated from his torso before the blow was realized.

Emperor Yang's response sent his head flying off his neck, and the section of his neck was blistering from the heat of friction as his headless body fell to the ground.

Every blow of the Emperor Yang was lightning fast, and the monks' colossal divine sense could not save their lives.

Nobody can do it.

More precisely, no one comes close.

Even the Imperial Monks who were lucky enough to succeed in fighting back before they died, all they gained were sword blades that crumbled on Emperor Yang's mysterious black skin or broken arms.

It was a one-sided massacre, and Di Yang never even opened his eyes from beginning to end......

It wasn't until the last Imperial Family Monk was split in half by Emperor Yang's sword in the main hall that he stopped this devouring dance.

Now the main hall has been completely filled with mountains of flesh and blood, and the fragmented corpses emit an unpleasant and piercing stench, filling the nasal cavities.

Di Yang opened his arms and took a deep breath, his expression as if he was extremely enjoyed.

"How's it going? Di Yang opened his eyes, revealing his dark pupils, and he turned to the shadows behind him to speak, his voice as if he was looking forward to it, "This is a feast I have held to welcome you. ”

"Torture Heavenly Venerable, you did a good job. A few brisk applause, and a shadow came out of the shadows.

Beautiful and charming face, without clothes, only a few strands of black hair cover it, hiding the height of the chest.

A large number of scarlet branches parted from the lower half of the body, revealing the crystal jade legs within, like the hem of the skirt, covering everything.

"Then let's get ready for our next destination. Di Yang slowly put away his giant sword burning with black flames and walked towards the back of the Spirit Hall.

"Where's Nazhan Tianzun? You haven't found his arm yet. "Desire to be a Heavenly Venerable, 'Nangong Qianyi' said with interest.

"Then let him sleep a little longer. Di Yang smiled coldly and disappeared into the shadows.

And with the complete disappearance of the Emperor Yang, the power of the Tai Void in the Ancient Gorge of the Barren Abyss seemed to have gone crazy.

The mutated winged Void Demon swooped down with its terrifying claws.

The flying demons spewed poisonous pus from their maws, tearing a path of blood through the walls of flesh and blood of the coalition cavalry.

But in an instant, there were countless allied monks chanting the Taoist scriptures, and in the rain of arrows in the sky, countless extraterrestrial meteors were condensed by the monks' spiritual elements, tumbling, and with a roar that shattered the air, they slammed into the hinterland of the void demon.

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The Netherworld, in many ways, can be described as a reflection of the yang.

It is like a dark and secluded deep pool, where the upheaval of the sun, the catharsis of life, and the explosion of visions will not stir up ripples on the surface of this pond.

The advent of the Desired Heavenly Venerable, the fierce battle in the Abyss Ancient Gorge, and the death of countless monks.

One event after another is like a punch in the center of the Netherworld, and as the waves spread outward, the momentum becomes more and more ferocious, and finally turns into a rushing tsunami.

Many pairs of eyes noticed the anomaly.

One by one, the pets of the ghosts and gods noticed the upheaval in the yang world.

In the depths of a hidden 'garden', it is filled with withered flowers and festering rotting corpses.

Foul-smelling lakes, with their filthy yellow slurry, converge into the 'garden' from all directions, forming an unclean swamp.

And in the midst of this filthy swamp of plagues, a large number of red-headed flies are chattering about this chain of news.

Some naked, fat, seated toad-like monsters listened with mournful expressions, their festering jaws full of maggots, howling and squirming with foul-smelling bile.

"Lord Nazhan has been abandoned?"

"Damn, damn it!"

"Pollute everything, pollute everything. ”

"We want to save the adults, let the epidemic infect all living beings, and make the heavens and the earth feel the pain!"

As they spoke, they continued to splatter thick juice and looked extremely angry, and in an instant, these disgusting monsters began to frantically kill each other, and finally the victor fused the corpses of all the monsters, turned into a giant egg, and began a round of complete mutation.