Ancestor Chongming was able to cultivate his spiritual power to the ninety-third level, so he was certainly no ordinary person. His divine robe unfolded, and endless runes flew out of his collar and cuffs, shining brightly like stars in the sky.

As a spiritual monk, he knows best how to reserve means, either offensive formations or protective talismans.

How easy is it to get close to the body of a perfect person?

"boom!"

The runes exploded one after another, blooming like fireworks.

Ancestor Chongming stepped on the Divine Steps and stepped backwards repeatedly. His chest was bleeding due to the impact of his fists, and his body was injured.

This is too strong!

Does he really only have 10% or 20% of his combat strength left?

Ancestor Chongming felt unbelievable and became even more fearful of his half-ancestor. Even though he knew that Lord Wentian was extremely weak at the moment, he still retreated quickly.

His hands did not stop, and his ten fingers turned into sharp claws to form seals continuously, summoning more body protection and defense formations that had been prepared long ago.

"You still won't take action? They must not be allowed to escape from this alien space-time battlefield." Patriarch Chongming looked at Yan Wushen, Afya, and the Peacock Queen out of the corner of his eyes.

Naturally he was worried.

Once Wentianjun and Candeng escape, he will no longer be able to stay in the Tianting universe unless they are replaced by Haotian.

But, will the gods in heaven and the universe obey him? Is Haotian so easy to kill?

"Chongming, you should never threaten me with Shen Ni."

Wentianjun's tiger eyes burned with divine flames, he retracted the Emperor's divine ruler, activated it with the divine energy of the Half-Ancestor, and slashed with the ruler.

Even though he was weak, his momentum and fighting spirit were still strong, frightening the Chongming Patriarch who was comparable to the Tianzun level to keep retreating, not daring to compete with him.

The divine ruler broke through the defensive formations one after another.

"Boom!"

The sound of the bowstring is like thunder.

The dead arrow shot through the sky.

The order of the arrow path and the secret of the arrow path coexist. With the blessing of the ancestor's divine energy, the power of the artifact in Chapter 1 is stimulated to the extreme.

Wentianjun used the Emperor's Divine Ruler to resist, but the power from the arrow was too strong, knocking him back several steps, and many cracks appeared in his newly condensed body.

Afuyayu held the divine bow in her hand, the bowstring still trembling, and whispered softly: "It's amazing, you are so weak, and you can still block my full-strength arrow."

Ancestor Chongming calmed down and stopped retreating, saying: "Yan Wushen, Afya, I will attack from the front with a great formation of ten thousand monsters. You attack from the left and right sides, destroy his new body first."

Dense demonic lights flew out from the forehead of Patriarch Chongming.

It was a monster beast, roaring in waves. Some were demon spirits and some were demon corpses.

Obviously, this Ten Thousand Demons Formation is the real trump card of Patriarch Chongming, and he has put countless efforts into it.

Afya didn't obey the orders of Patriarch Chong Ming. After taking back the dead arrow, she looked at the fighting between the spirit of the underworld and Can Deng on the other side.

In her opinion, Wentian Jun was already their prey and was nothing to be afraid of. Guan Jian was still the one who decided the outcome of the battle with the three Half-Ancestors who were still at their peak.

Yan Wushen remained calm and composed, saying: "Can Deng's fighting power is so terrifying. Who would have thought that a Buddhist fighting method could be so powerful? Fortunately, the spirit of the underworld is in charge of the eighteen levels of netherworld purgatory."

"The eighteenth level of Nether Purgatory is the root of the Nether Clan. I don't know how many mysterious ways the Nether Ancestor contains." Afiya said.

Yan Wushen shook his head slightly and said, "Even Netherworld Purgatory can't suppress Can Deng. We simply don't have the strength to kill them both."

As the number one person in the southern universe, Patriarch Chongming always obeyed his words. When he saw that Yan Wushen and Afuya did not obey his will at all and were talking to themselves, leaving him alone, he was naturally angry.

"If you bring Demon Ancestor Ridge and Wutong Sacred Tree in, why do you need them to help each other?"

Ancestor Chongming released powerful spiritual power, activated the Ten Thousand Demons Formation to cover Wentianjun, and said in a deep voice: "Do you two know what the consequences will be if Can Deng and Wentianjun escape from the battlefield in different time and space? Haotian

Once you know that I am cooperating with you, will you still have a chance to rescue the suppressed Great Demon?"

Yan Wushen glanced at Patriarch Chongming and was not intimidated by his aura.

Xu took out a one-legged bronze cauldron, held it above his head, and said, "Although we can't kill them, we can still do it by keeping them here for a while."

"Wow!"

As the Six Paths of Reincarnation mark appeared behind Yan Wushen, spiritual energy continued to flow into the bronze tripod.

Countless time-marked light points appeared in the battlefield of different time and space, gathering into a sea, a vast expanse of white.

Afya's eyes flashed brightly and she said: "The Cauldron of Zhou, the Cauldron of Time."

The sundial had been damaged and had to be restricted by its spirit.

The Zhouding obviously does not have such limitations. Among time artifacts, it is more famous than the sundial and the demon niche.

"I am here to control time and send you half-ancestors to the future."

Yan Wushen's physical body turned into a golden body, and his body continued to expand, like a Buddha and a demon, burning like hell fire.

The Star Cliff, millions of miles high, slowly emerges from the center of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mark, extending outward like a stone bridge.

"Crash!"

Affected by the Zhouding, the mighty river of time materialized and flowed under the Star Cliff.

The Peacock Queen said with an expression of great admiration: "It is the power of the ancestor."

"That's right, it's the power of the ancestors left by Master in the Star Cliff. To be precise, this is not the Star Cliff under my feet, but the Naihe Bridge."

Xingtian Cliff is the real Naihe Bridge.

Even if Yan Wushen masters the Zhouding, he still does not have the strength to exile the half-ancestor, but he can give it a try using the ancestral spirit of the Xinghai Angler.

The Naihe Bridge is covered with red crow trees.

Fire crows flew in the forest in groups, and the gray death air spread out from the Naihe Bridge, shrouding Yan Wushen and Zhou Ding.

In an instant, the fluctuation of time became more intense.

"I'm here to help you."

Seeing that Yan Wushen could not bear the backlash of the power of time, the Mother of Weak Water fell onto the Naihe Bridge as gracefully as a dance.

Her slender arms drew traces of light in the void, and the half-ancestral spirit was released, controlling the Milky Way to merge into the long river of time, rushing towards Wentian Lord, the spirit of the underworld, and the residual lamp.

…

The spirit of the Nether Sea relied on the Nether Sea and the eighteen layers of Nether Purgatory to trap Can Deng in the world of purgatory, and he also fell into it.

The two clashed and shattered the layers of purgatory world.

However, Netherworld Purgatory was created through the sacrifices of the Underworld Ancestor, and it is infinitely weird. It seems that there are more than eighteen levels at all, but endless.

"I can only hold him off for three days at most..."

The divine voice of the spirit of the sea of ​​​​underworld came out, and Xia Ran stopped with a halberd from the broken lamp, and his body was scattered.

But if the sea of ​​hell does not dry up, he will never be destroyed.

It cannot be killed at all.

"Three days is enough!"

"Bang!"

Yan Wushen hit the Zhouding with both palms heavily, spurting golden blood from his mouth, and the power of time exploded further.

Wentianjun broke through the formation of ten thousand demons created by Patriarch Chongming, raised his ruler and looked forward.

He saw the tide of time rolling in his field of vision, and the weight of the entire world seemed to be pressing down on him, pushing him and the eighteenth level of Netherworld Purgatory into the future.

If he is in peak condition, he can naturally turn into the Half-Ancestor Sacred Mountain with his physical body, and remain unmoved no matter how long the time passes.

Now, he can only sigh and disappear into the battlefield of different time and space together with the Netherworld Purgatory.

…

Dark Abyss Defense Line, Glazed Temple.

Empress Shi Ji walked down the steps step by step, studying the desolate moon in her hands, her manners were elegant, soft and moving, and said: "Because Bai Yuan is immortal! He placed the desolate moon in the ancient and ruined city in order to continuously absorb the abyss of darkness.

The dark power is used to prepare for emergencies. There is a saying that the ancient and abandoned city is Bai Yuan's home base throughout the ages."

"Those who know the origin of Huang Yue dare not take it. Those who do not know the origin of Huang Yue and go to take it will all die at the hands of Bai Yuan."

"It's like the eighteenth level of netherworld purgatory. Who doesn't know how precious it is? However, it has been suspended on the edge of the Santu River Basin for countless thousands of years, and no one dares to take it away.

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Thinking of the abnormal traces found by Zhao Gongming in Buzhou Mountain, Zhang Ruochen has reason to believe that the "Hongmeng Black Dragon" may really exist.

So, Bai Yuan can live forever and is closely related to the Hongmeng Black Dragon and the Immortal Dragon Ball?

The body of Hongmeng Black Dragon should have been dug up by Yan Wushen.

What on earth is he going to do?

Empress Shi Ji saw that Zhang Ruochen seemed to know something and said, "Di Chen won't regret it if he knows the truth, right? I will not return this immortal dragon ball."

Zhang Ruochen had a cheerful personality and said with a smile: "No matter how extraordinary its origin is, it is just a dragon ball. I have the confidence to become the ancestor of Taoism on my own, so why should I borrow it?"
To be continued...