Ji Hao watched with excitement on the side. The eighteen hell bodies of the Netherworld leader were the incarnations of the eighteen hell heavens in the Netherworld that suppressed the way of heaven. Each hell body had its own unique magical powers, and each hell body had extremely strong Taoism. mana.
Ji Hao secretly estimated that based on pure Taoist magic power, the Nether Cult Master's eighteen prison bodies could suppress about ten of him by just sneaking out one of them. If he didn't use his innate treasures, he would be no match for any prison body.
Da Xiaoyao is even more powerful. Because she is a Yuanling body, it is impossible to accurately judge the strength she retains now. However, with the help of two dragon horn swords, she was able to beat the eighteen prison bodies into a state of embarrassment.
In just one cup of tea, the Eighteen Prisoners threw out at least twenty odd and weird secret treasures from the underworld, and performed fifty or sixty weird magical powers and secret techniques. But the dragon horn sword flashed with cold light, and all the secret treasures and secret techniques were cut in half with one sword.
The dragon-horned sword transformed from Pangu's front teeth was so arrogant and unreasonable that he could defeat all kinds of magic with one sword!
Taoist Yu Yu can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword. That is because Taoist Yu Yu's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and his killing power is unparalleled. Da Xiaoyao is able to defeat all kinds of magic with one sword, simply because the Dragon Horn Sword is too powerful and domineering.
"Senior, let me help you!" Ji Hao shook his head. He couldn't just watch the Netherworld Cult Master show his ugly face! With a flick of his finger, the Star Controlling Treasure Wheel sprayed out countless rays of starlight, floating in front of Ji Hao. All the stars in the Zhoutian Star Array shook violently, and waves of magnificent star power were flowing. Brewing in the void.
"No, I must compete with her today!" The Eighteen Prisoners screamed at the same time, refusing Ji Hao's help - what are their identities? The Lord of the Netherworld is the three-corpse clone of the Netherworld Taoist. As one of the top experts in the Pangu world, even if he is defeated in a battle with the enemy, he will never let a junior help him!
It would be too embarrassing to spread the word, and I would be too embarrassed to see anyone!
After a long roar, the bodies of the eighteen prison bodies suddenly disintegrated and turned into billowing mist of different colors rising into the sky. Eighteen lines of mist with a diameter of hundreds of miles and a length of tens of thousands of miles traversed the void, and then the lines of mist connected end to end, turning into eighteen circles with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles, overlapping in the mid-air.
The overlapping rings locked onto Da Xiaoyao from afar, and the eighteen rings made a low roar and suddenly started to rotate. Some are spinning forward, some are rotating in reverse, and the speed of rotation is also fast and slow, and the rotation speed of several rings is sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
A strange force bursts out quietly in the rotation of the eighteen rings at varying speeds, forward and backward. Countless trembling stars in the Zhoutian Star Formation became solidified and silent, and a terrifying aura quietly grew that made people suffocating, unable to think, unable to move, making people wish they could just disappear and disappear into thin air.
The billowing mist filled the void, and Da Xiaoyao's figure suddenly condensed. She raised her head in shock and looked at the eighteen huge rings, and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you? With such great magical power, this is... this The supreme heaven of the world? The supreme heaven that can control a world, you are definitely not a nameless little person!"
"When Pindao sends you to the Eighteen Hells, and when the good things from one hell to the next torture you, you will naturally know Pindao's name!"
Amidst the sound of "chichi", a palm filled with black energy and covering a radius of thousands of miles slowly rushed out from the overlapping rings. With a low roar, a huge and abnormal black body slowly emerged from the ring. Appeared in the circle.
Wearing an imperial crown, with black Netherworld dragons twined around his ears, he wears a black robe with images of large gray mountains and rivers on it, and a white bone belt around his waist, with numerous large and small ferocious skulls densely embedded in the white bone belt. On the ground, he stepped on a pair of lotus boots entwined with red karma fire. With one step, the red lotus karma fire burned a red hole in the void.
Ji Hao looked at the black-faced figure with a square and majestic face and three long beards floating under his chin in shock, and exclaimed in a low voice: "This is... the true form of the Netherworld Cult Leader!"
The eighteen hell bodies are just eighteen separate clones of the Netherworld Cult Master. Only when the eighteen hell bodies are integrated into one can the real Netherworld Cult Master be!
Looking at his huge body, the almost substantial black netherworld aura permeating his body, and the terrifying aura that almost stopped the movement of the Zhoutian Star Array, the hairs all over Ji Hao's body stood up quietly.
Is this right? Such a terrifying momentum is worthy of the identity and title of 'Lord of the Netherworld'.
He is worthy of being one of the three corpse clones of the Nether Taoist. The Nether Cult Master's Taoist magic power should be inferior to that of the Nether Taoist's body. But looking at the terrifying appearance of his body, you know that the Nether Taoist is indeed worthy of being a Taoist with wood and Hanamichi. A man of great power who is as famous as anyone in history.
"Little girl, you are the incarnation of the soul of the Lord of this world. Follow me obediently. I promise you that I will not make you lose your soul." The Nether Cultist held a black seal in his left hand. Holding a huge scepter in his right hand, he lowered his head and looked down at Da Xiaoyao.
"Do you want Pan Ya's Yuan Ling to help you understand?" Da Xiaoyao 'hehe' laughed strangely: "This is a good idea, but I never do things that are beautiful for adults! You should be one of the few in this world If the top power can control you, hehe!"
There was a strange laugh, Da Xiaoyao hissed, and her body expanded rapidly like a balloon.
In just a few breaths, Da Xiaoyao's body expanded to the same size as the Netherworld Cult Master, and the dragon horn sword in her hand naturally expanded to tens of thousands of miles in length, enough to match her huge body.
Picking up the Dragon Horn Sword with both hands, Da Xiaoyao screamed and slashed at the Nether Cult Leader repeatedly.
The face of the Nether Cult Master became extremely serious. Eighteen rings were wrapped around him, and the billowing Nether Qi spurted out, causing Da Xiaoyao's movements to become slow and deformed. The huge scepter in his right hand clicked, smashed, knocked, and knocked. , kept attacking Da Xiaoyao, but was extremely careful not to touch the Dragon Horn Sword with the scepter.
One was almost hysterical and attacked with all his strength, while the other was too fearful to use weapons to fight against the opponent. The two of them fought for just a few breaths before the Netherworld Cult Master fell behind.
The rolling netherworld energy keeps flowing towards Da Xiaoyao, but the power of the Dragon Horn Sword is too great. Even the souls of ordinary people will be frozen if they touch it at the slightest touch. , the most is to make her move slower.
Seeing that the leader of the Netherworld was passed by by the Dragon Horn Sword several times and was almost injured by the Dragon Horn Sword, Ji Hao shook his head and shouted sternly: "Senior, I have something to ask for help from my senior later. I have a treasure here, let me borrow it for now. Give it to senior to face the enemy!"
Opening his mouth, a stream of chaotic energy spurted out, and the Pangu Bell emitted immeasurable light, roaring and flying towards the Netherworld Cult Master.
The Nether Cult Master grabbed the Pangu Bell and was stunned for a moment. Then he suddenly became ecstatic and blew a breath of Netherworld breath onto the Pangu Bell. The Pangu Bell, which was originally about ten feet high, suddenly expanded to tens of thousands of miles high.
Holding the Pangu Bell with both hands, the Netherworld Cult Leader roared loudly, then he picked up the Pangu Bell and smashed it hard.
A loud 'dong dong' sound shook the world, and Da Xiaoyao was hit with thousands of blows in succession. The dragon horn sword suddenly flew out of her hand, and the Pangu Bell hit her chest hard.
(End of chapter)