In the sky, the incarnation of the gods was destroyed, and the consciousness of the gods returned to the eighth heaven.
In the Eastern Sea Region, the Seven Saints fled, and in front of them, Fan Lingyue, who was dressed in the white radiance of the moon, strode forward, wielding his sword and beheading the Saint.
At the same time, from the west, Zhiming stepped forward and stopped the Seven Sages' retreat.
With a strong enemy in front and a chasing army behind, the Seven Sages are at stake.
Over the sea, Zhiming and Fan Lingyue stood in the sky one after the other, and the powerful and icy holy prestige made people shudder.
After stepping into the sanctuary, the auras of the two of them have all changed, becoming like the saints, completely losing the warmth of human beings.
Dao is ruthless, and even more so as a saint who is the incarnation of Dao. The difference is that the two still retain their last reason.
The two joined forces, and the two swords were earth-shattering, producing astonishing power that even a saint could not resist.
In the void, the bridge of the avenue ups and downs, the cold air and the power of pure karma lingered, strongly suppressing the way of the saints.
The laws of the Great Dao were suppressed, the Seven Sages were defeated, and the two saints were killed in battle, and the bridge of the Great Dao was also destroyed.
In the distance, in the Immortal Realm, the human beings looked at the amazing battle in the Eastern Sea, and their expressions were all condensed.
Is this a battle at the level of a saint on the avenue
After a day and a night, in the Eastern Sea, all the Seven Sages died in battle, and the Sacred Blood stained the entire sea area, which was terrifying.
Over the sea, the two stood in the air, blood dripping from the sword in their hands.
After the bloody battle day and night, both of them were severely exhausted, and their expressions were hard to hide.
"Let's go."
After beheading the Seven Sages, Ning Chen glanced at Fan Lingyue who was not far away and said.
Fan Lingyue nodded and followed.
In the Immortal Realm, all the esteemed people in the world immediately saluted respectfully when they saw the return of their destiny.
"I have seen Immortal Venerable!"
"Get up."
Ning Chen calmly said a sentence, looked at the Seventh Heavenly World below the Immortal Territory, and said, "From today onwards, I will fully support Immortal Territory, I need the power of Immortal Territory."
"Yes!"
The people respectfully lead the way.
"What are you going to do?" Fan Lingyue asked.
"With the help of the power of the Immortal Realm, kill the gods." Ning Chen said lightly.
Fan Lingyue heard the words, his eyes closed, feeling the power of Immortal Domain, he said, "At least ten thousand years, maybe one hundred thousand years, to compete with the rules of time, must be completely separated from the big world."
"No matter how many years you wait, it's worth it," Ning Chen replied.
"I'll help you." Fan Lingyue said calmly.
"Thank you." Ning Fan said softly.
From this day on, in the seventh heaven, the immortal realm ups and downs, like a huge floating island floating in the void, becoming the biggest thorn in the hearts of the saints.
All enlightened saints know that the Venerable of Immortal Realm is an extremely terrifying existence, and his strength has surpassed them.
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, Ning Chen went up to Huangquan and went down to Jiuyou, killing the Dao saints who were hiding in various places. One bloody battle after another, the sky and the sky would collapse. They are both saints of the Great Dao, but the difference in strength is vastly different. The most powerful are like the Eighth Heavenly God who controls time, and the Pluto who controls the way of magic. They are almost unmatched. Of course, the weakest among the saints also has a very terrifying combat power. ,remove
But the saint is unbeatable.
For a thousand years, the saints of the heavens have been stunned by the strength of the Immortal Domain Venerable, all of them have hidden their breath, and are unwilling to touch his edge.
However, with the help of the Heavenly Book of Fortune, Ning Chen still found the hidden Dao saints one by one and shot them to death.
And above the sky, the saints in the sky witnessed the fall of the saints in the heavens, and did not take action again and again.
As if tacit understanding, Ning Chen never went to the sky again, and seemed to have forgotten the existence of the saint in the sky.
Outside the sky, an independent world, dark and cold, the once-nine secluded land is now empty.
In the land of the Nine Serenities, there are corpses everywhere, and the owner of each corpse before his death was an extremely powerful being.
However, even with such a powerful existence, only one skeleton is left after death, and as time goes by, the spiritual energy in the skeleton is about to dissipate.
Ning Chen walked in it, released his consciousness, and looked for the saint of the Dao who was hiding in the Nine Serenities.
"Roar!"
In the depths of the Nine Serenities, there were bursts of low roars, and faintly, ghost fires emerged, making people feel chills all over.
Ning Chen flipped his left hand, the silver light rose, and the Heavenly Book of Fortune manifested, illuminating the way forward.
After walking for an unknown time, a large river with a width of 100 zhang appeared in front of him. In the big river, the Yellow Spring water flowed eastward, and under the water, there were also skeletons everywhere.
"Weak water."
Ning Chen looked at the big river in front of him, his eyes narrowed, this place is almost exactly the same as the underworld, could it be that the underworld in the world came from this.
Beside the weak water, a bottomless boat was casually buckled upside down on the shore. Ning Chen stepped forward and re-loaded the boat into the river.
On the weak water, the bottomless boat was ups and downs, Ning Chen walked into it and rowed towards the opposite bank with the oars.
The Baizhang River, Ning Chen spent nearly a quarter of an hour rowing before the boat sailed to the other side.
When the boat reached the shore, Ning Chen got off the boat and continued to walk forward.
After walking for more than a hundred miles, a huge stone gate appeared in front of him. On the stone gate, the characters of the two were clearly visible.
Netherworld!
Ning Chen stepped forward and walked into the stone gate, full of aura, fully alert.
Roar!
In the depths of the netherworld, the roar sounded again, cold and terrifying, lifeless.
Inside the Nether Hall, a huge White Bone Throne stands at the top of the hall. The White Bone Throne is made of the bones of thousands of wild beasts. After thousands of years, the breath is still chilling.
However, on the throne of white bones, it was empty and there was no one.
Ning Chen stepped forward and looked at the White Bone Throne in front of him, frowning slightly.
After standing for a while, Ning Chen stepped off the throne and walked towards the back of the main hall.
After the Nether Hall, a new world appeared, and even the earth turned bloody reddish-brown, which was even more terrifying than the front hall.
Valleys, oil pans, corpses, terrifying surprises, chilling.
"hell."
Ning Chen looked at the huge valley in front of him and said condensedly.
According to legend, in the eighteenth hell, there is the punishment of throwing a frying pan, which is used to punish those who committed the most wicked crimes during their lifetimes.
Ning Chen walked to the frying pan, reached out to touch one of the frying pans in front of him, and shattered it with force with his right hand.
Fragments scattered all over the sky fell on the ground, Ning Chen looked at the fragments on the ground with a strange look on his face.
Even the material of this oil pan is extraordinary. It seems that this nether place was once extremely brilliant.
In the first stage of hell, Ning Chen didn't stay for too long, and continued to walk forward.
The second level of hell, Ning Chen saw the mountain of swords. On the mountain of swords, broken bones could be seen everywhere.
Then comes the third and fourth...
One hell after another, with different horror scenes, there are eighteen hells in a row, each with a terrible criminal law to punish sinners, symbolizing the majesty of the nether world. At this moment, a roar resounded through the netherworld, shaking the small world of the eighteenth hell.