The end of the evil spirit, the evil spirit of the end, the army of Daozhen Tiandu attacked strongly, cutting off the last retreat of the evil spirit army, and in front of the peak wall, the battle of life and death broke out overnight.

Night, war, good and evil, draw the line between life and death!

On the peak wall, the space barrier connecting the Fire House Buddha Hell and the Suffering Realm has been opened, and the moment of intersection is the moment when the realm war begins.

Crossing the realm barrier, the King of the Fire House Buddha Hell cursed the world lord slowly descended, and the huge breath hit the earth, mountains and rivers, invisibly, it brought Yang Zhan the most ruthless shock, although he was in the armor of the martial arts and even the scroll of waste, but in the face of the gap in the foundation, it was not a move and a half that could be made up.

"King!" Tai Xi Gong appeared from among the greedy and evil trees, and when he said in a respectful voice, "The realm barrier has been opened, but the current situation seems to have greatly exceeded our expectations. ”

"Huh?" The curse world lord groaned, and his cruel gaze fell on Yang Zhan: "The person who dares to kill my Fire Mansion Buddha Prison, your courage is really not small." ”

Yang Zhan dragged the halberd upside down, and the martial arts ran to the highest limit, bursting out of the battle intent, impacting the wind and clouds for stirring, resisting the terrifying aura from the terrifying strong enemy, but there was no fear in his mouth: "The Lord of the Curse World, the king of the Fire House Buddha Prison, you shouldn't set foot on the land of suffering, the Fire House Buddha Prison will be completely destroyed because of your one step!"

"Ha, it's a big breath, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, your tongue can't bring you the slightest benefit, I give you a chance to make a move, and then it will be the abyss of despair. The tone of the tyrant led the immortal posture, and the hands were behind the backs. Contemptuous eyes stared coldly at Yang Zhan.

The existence of the demonic limit realm, the unfathomable foundation. The oppression of the curse world lord brought Yang Zhan too much shock, and he faced the imminent outbreak of severance. Yang Zhan actually felt an inexplicable fear in his heart, he had always been very arrogant, and he was so fearful.

Slowly move the palm of your hand, turn it into a sword finger, and use your true qi to point at the Neiguan acupoint of your other hand. In an instant, a huge pain hit his mind, and his body was finally liberated from the fear of the curse master under the stimulation of the pain. As soon as the halberd was raised, the desolate aura was emanated:

"The world is ruined!"

The extreme move of the armor and martial arts is reappeared, the skill runs to the limit, beyond the limit, Yang Zhan struck a shot, he took out his strongest force, and wanted a pair of the world's top heroes overlords.

Raising his hand slightly, the monstrous evil power of the curse world lord was suddenly released in an instant. Filled the void of heaven and earth, shaking the world and shaking it.

"With you, dare to offend the majesty of the king?" he drank coldly and shot strongly. When the hegemon of the world is majestic, an indescribably powerful force, he instantly counterattacks to meet the attack.

There was a loud bang. Setting off the smoke and dust of the sky, Yang Zhan couldn't stand the other party's immortal foundation. At the moment, his body trembled, and he took a few steps back.

Although the power of the curse lord is unfathomable. It's a pity that he has been cultivating the Armor Martial Arts Scroll for a long time, and when he encountered Yang Zhan to meet the enemy with a scrapped scroll, he was restrained immediately, although he forced Yang Zhan back with a blow, but he couldn't help but take two or three steps back, and his face was full of surprise: "The Scrapped Scroll of the Armor Martial Scripture?!"

After the surprise, there was a deeper fluctuation of thoughts: the master of the bitter realm, the foundation is not bad, and the moves faintly restrained my body, the fun is greater, the armor and martial arts, the key to the rise of the fire house Buddha Hell, you must get it!

Yang Zhan knew that he had met the great enemy of his life, and at the moment he stabilized the churning qi and blood in his body, and wanted to fight to the death.

At this moment, I saw a silver spear breaking through the air and lying in the middle of the battlefield, and in an instant, the strange blood-colored flames of war burned from the other end of the battlefield of good and evil:

"Immerse yourself in the Yellow Spring!"

The cold figure, the soaring battle spirit, the first general of Tiandu, the first protector of Daozhen, Huang Quan fought strongly: "Let me come to the Lord of the Buddha Prison for a while!"

"Hmm, master!" Seeing this, the curse lord looked sinking, and when he raised his hand, the divine soldier suddenly appeared, and the sentence was sharp.

"Kill!" Huang Quan's mouth burst into a shout, and the armor and martial arts were urged with all his strength, and the moment the silver spear broke through the air, the flames of war spread all over the sky, galloping and roaring forward.

The two masters of the world, instantly answered, the beacon fire was ignited, the silver spear of Huangquan danced, the curse of the world lord two swords flowed side by side, between the confrontation of guns and swords, the surrounding earth suddenly could not withstand the powerful destruction of both sides, just a few breaths, it was already full of holes, overwhelmed, mountains and rivers hung upside down, ravines and ravines.

The continuous explosion sounded, telling the fierceness of the battle, the fire of war was blazing, and gradually, it had been forced to the peak of the highest limit.

"Although you are a lot stronger than the kid before you, but there is still no chance of winning in the face of me, hand over the armor and martial arts scriptures you have, and take refuge in the Fire House Buddha Prison, I will give you a glorious eternal life. "Between the movement of the body of the curse lord, he held the double sword of Jumang, and the deformed sword tails were intertwined, which was terrifying.

Huang Quan's face was full of solemnity, although penetrating the nine volumes of the Armor Martial Arts Sutra made his cultivation go further, and he was infinitely close to the Fusion Spirit Perfection, but he also had to admit that the Curse Lord was almost comparable to Luo Yu's first-class master, even though the Armor Martial Arts Scroll and the Waste Scroll that he practiced had the power to restrain the other party, but limited by his own cultivation realm, it was really not easy to defeat the other party.

Without saying a word, he didn't care about the solicitation of the curse lord, the Huangquan silver spear whirled, the starting move, the endless true qi swirled, coiled around the body and danced, in an instant, the surrounding weather changed greatly, for a while, the sky was surging, the sea of clouds was overturning, the true qi turned into endless wind and clouds, and there were infinite killing opportunities between the turbulent waves, and the famous moves of the armor and martial arts were reappeared:

"Elegy of Heaven!"

The sky is full of wind and clouds, playing the sorrow of heaven and earth, for a time the huge cloud waves are rushing and surging, the ground is overturned, and all the surrounding hundreds of zhang are eliminated, and there is no comparable power, and it goes straight to the king of the Buddha prison.

The curse lord snorted coldly, his face remained unchanged, and the two swords of Jumang pierced the ground without hesitation, and the evil force shook the entire realm of the surrounding void, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the waves of fire rolled in an instant, the kingship of the other realm, and the extreme move outside the sky:

"Dark Fire!"

In an instant, endless evil fire spread, and everywhere as far as the eye could see, it was red, and the hot waves burned everything into everything, as if the end of the world had come.

"I said, you, there is no chance of winning!" The arrogant king, disdainful words, what pushed him was absolutely powerful strength, irreversible strength.

The elegy of the sky, the evil fire burned the sky, the two sides clashed to the extreme, and after the extreme move, the heaven and the earth were silent for a moment, and the white scene filled everyone's eyes, cursing the heart of the world, not good. Hurriedly transported the double sword of Jumang, the power exploded, straight through the nine heavens, and in an instant, all the visions were suppressed, and he suddenly turned around, only to see that Yang Zhan was actually taking advantage of the confrontation between him and Huang Quan, and went straight to Taixi Gong, the long halberd was across the sky, and he was forced to kill step by step, and Taixi Gong was in danger!

"Damn!" The curse lord scolded secretly, and was about to make a move, the Huangquan silver spear broke through the air, and it was already a surprise attack, and Rao is curse lord also had to turn around to meet the enemy, "Dare to play with the king, death will be your final end." "The figure of the immortal hero, the sentence opened, and in an instant, the air waves rolled, the boulder exploded, and countless evil qi frantically attacked the Yellow Spring, wanting to devour it.

Huangquan swirled the silver spear, instantly recoiled vigorously, and formed a confrontation with the curse lord, "Respond to you with your words, today, it is me who is the final ending of the Buddha Prison!"

The curse lord danced the sentence mang's double sword, the disdain was overflowing, no longer spoken, and the strange double sword in his hand was raised, and the body moved, and the sword cracked the ground.

The confrontation blows, each of them is shocked, a piercing and sharp sound, after the close handover, it is a desperate move, the curse lord takes a step back and startles ten thousand layers of dust, the evil yuan goes, and the ground is shattered for thousands of miles:

"Dance of Death!"

Under the shroud of the dance of death, it symbolizes the despair that will not be stingy, and the majestic sword qi is instantly slashed, leaving behind a passage to hell.

Huang Quan's eyes flashed with a gleam, waiting for this moment, the last style of the armor and martial arts scroll came out, and in an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

"The sky is in ruins!"

One move to the limit, one blow of life and death, the silver spear broke through the air, and Huangquan overturned in an instant, it was precisely because he saw that the Lord of the Curse World was subject to the armor and martial arts, and this was his only chance to win.

At this time, between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds were surging, and he saw an immortal figure, leading the army, stepping forward:

"My military power, glorious world!"

Almost at the same time, the army of the Dead Country, led by the Demon Hell Evil God, also arrived in front of the opposite peak.

The two sides glanced at each other, and the boundless war spread, and in an instant, it rose to the sky, and the reflected night sky changed color: "Attack, Fire House Buddha Prison!" (to be continued......