When the seventy-two-story tower shakes, the universe shakes with it. It is unimaginable how terrifying the power it contains is!

There is also the sound of the heavenly flute, which completely ignores the rules of the world. Let alone the speed of sound, the sound is simply faster than the speed of light. It is not bound by space and time. In an instant, it spreads to every corner of the star sea. Such a magical weapon and such a method shocked the world. All the top monks in the world.

The endless creatures above the stars in all the worlds are plunged into misery and fear!!

In Demon Ancestor Ridge…

The Ice King's eyes full of wisdom looked at the energy storm deep in the universe and felt suffocated.

A desperate negative emotion suddenly emerged, and he whispered: "Is this a duel between immortals?" When his cultivation level reaches his level, his Taoist heart is so firm, and his emotions will never have such big fluctuations for no reason. .And it’s negative. It’s fear mixed with despair.

Obviously, this is part of the power of the seventy-two-story tower. It attacks the monk's state of mind and attacks the monk's spiritual will. Even though they are separated by countless trillions, this is still the case.

It is conceivable that the monk in the center of the storm was in a state of mental collapse. There is no doubt that this is the work of the immortal.

What the immortals fear most is that their ancestor will explode his divine source and die with him.

Therefore, when refining the seventy-two-story tower, it was given special power to attack the spiritual will of the monks to suppress the counterattack of the ancestor when he was about to die.

"The auras of Erjuntian and Qinglu God King disappeared at the location of the seventy-two-story tower, as if they had been wiped out from heaven and earth, leaving nothing behind. That was the peak of half-ancestors."

"Xuan Zang can be considered the strongest of his clan and has dominated the hell world for millions of years, but when he said these words, his lips were trembling.

The half-ancestor's peak is only one step away from the first ancestor, and they can even compete with the first ancestor in a few moves. If the first ancestor wants to kill them, it will take a lot of time to completely eliminate them.

But under the seventy-two-story tower, it was wiped out in one blow.

Who is not afraid? The higher your cultivation level and the more you understand, the more you will be afraid.

The wonderful Zen girl clasped her hands together, her eyes full of worry: "Perhaps it was this kind of power that in ancient times could force ancestors like Sword Ancestor to give up their courage and choose to escape!"

"The ancestors could escape, can we escape? How?"

Shi Tian smiled bitterly and said again: "Facing the ancestor, we can still fight to the death. But facing the seventy-two-story tower and the owner of this flute, what do you think is the difference between fighting a moth and flying into the flame?"

Fengtian, who was standing in front of several people, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes changed slightly: "No! Even the seventy-two-story tower and the immortal have taken action, how can Yong Zhenzai not take action?" Fengtian faced his fate. The two World Trees where the Divine Domain and Fengdu Ghost City are located condensed the divine voice and ordered: "All monks, evacuate the World Tree immediately."

"It's too late!" Shi Tian looked at the top of the two World Trees with a pair of wrinkled eyes and faintly uttered these two words. All he saw was wisps of colorful star mist hanging down from the unknown realm.

Like two magnificent waterfalls, pouring towards the two World Trees.

The pouring speed is extremely fast, reaching dozens of times the speed of light. It is the spiritual power of Yong Zhenzai.

Every wisp of star mist is a spiritual thought from the ancestor of the ninety-sixth level of spiritual power. It contains the most profound Taoism and can break through all defenses in the world. No one knows what he is going to do.

But one thing is clear, those mental power star mist will never get involved. The monks who are too late to evacuate the World Tree will definitely die.

The gods standing behind Fengtian were secretly grateful for their predictions and always maintained awe of the divine world, so they did not fall into death like Xue Jue and Ming Gu.

"Wow!"

Under the astonished gazes of all the monks, Fengtian unfolded his phoenix wings and rode the wind, flying towards the World Tree where the Destiny God Realm was located. His divine voice resounded across the starry sky: "Confucian Ancestor, you promised Di Chen that the First Ancestor shall not interfere with the First Ancestor's affairs. The next fight." Fengtian was fearless in her heart, and the ancestor could not scare her.

More importantly, there are too many top gods in the hell world, and there is no time to withdraw from the World Tree. If she doesn't care, these gods will all die. As the pinnacle of the half-ancestor, as the master of the Temple of Destiny, she must shoulder this responsibility .

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After leaving the Eternal Heaven Kingdom in the Seventy-Two-Story Tower, Corpse Nightmare went completely crazy.

Because after the seventy-two-story tower kills Er Juntian, Qinglu God King, and Shiji Empress, it will be his death. Whether he can survive or not depends on the last fight.

If it is not broken, it will die.

If the situation is "consistent", then it will be born. "The Brahma fire is for my use, and it burns to the point of nightmare."

"Dark Lord, Yan Wushen, Chi Yao. If you don't retreat today, we will kill them!" The corpse nightmare has disheveled hair and looks like an evil ghost.

Starting from the word "Nama" between the eyebrows, the ancestor's physical body burned from the inside out. It was Brahma fire.

The Brahma fire originates from Mani beads.

When Zhang Ruochen reversed Taoism and died, the Mani Pearl was taken away by the corpse and refined into the Ancestral Divine Sea.

At this moment, he used the Brahma fire contained in the Mani Pearl to burn the amount of matter in his body, and his cultivation level was rising steadily. Every passing moment seemed to increase his cultivation level by ten thousand years.

"It's useless for you to burn all the material left behind by the Nightmare. Today is the day you die." The Dark Lord said indifferently, but he acted very quickly.

He immediately crossed the space to attack him, and struck the corpse nightmare's head with Thor's Hammer, trying to shatter its ancestor, the Divine Sea.

Just kidding, the corpse nightmare's aura grows too fast. If he keeps growing like this, who knows how much he will increase his combat power in a short period of time? Ksitigarbha can kill the ancestor in a desperate state of burning himself. Life was compressed into half a day, blocking even the Underworld Ancestor.

Although the Dark Lord is not afraid of the Corpse Dire, he is quite afraid of the legendary Dire Dire.

Seeing the Dark Lord coming with a hammer, the Nightmare almost went crazy and screamed: "You are looking for death!"

Terrifying destructive energy condensed in his body. The word "nightmare" between his eyebrows melted and turned into a nightmare eye! The corpse nightmare struck out with the tripod foot of the witch cauldron, shaking the Thor's hammer.

Even before Mjolnir landed on the witch cauldron, the Dark Lord had already sensed something was wrong. The overwhelming energy rushing towards him was like the entire ancient era pressing down on him.

"boom!"

The collision of gold and stone creates a loud bang.

Mjolnir, an already powerful artifact, unexpectedly made a "pop" sound, with many cracks appearing. Endless rules of witchcraft fell upon the Dark Lord.

He is naturally not afraid of such a person as the Dark Lord. He shoots it with one hand, and the invisible seal of all phenomena is derived from the palm of his hand, dissolving the rules of witchcraft.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

One after another, calamity thunder comparable to Yuan Hui's calamity flew out from the nightmare eyes between the corpse's brows, and continuously struck at the invisible seal of all things. The nightmare eyes seemed to turn into cosmic calamity eyes.

What's even more frightening is that the extremely vast surrounding world is affected by the power of calamity, and calamity clouds appear everywhere in the star sea. Some are burning red, some are intertwined with thunder and lightning, and some are deep blue and bright.

"Forget it, you are crazy. Who can fight with a madman?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Dark Lord immediately fled far away.

The combat power of the Corpse Nightmare, which burns a large amount of Nightmare matter, has increased to nearly the same level as before. And it is still growing.

The immortal in the God Realm and Yan Tingqiu did not take action, leaving him here to fight with the ancestor in a desperate state. Whoever succeeds will be stupid. Moreover, he feels that the zombie nightmare is too crazy and may self-destruct at any time. The ancestor of the gods died together with him.

Leave it to Yan Wushen and Chi Yao, and let them endure the corpse demon's dying battle! The Golden Buried White Tiger and Chi Yao guard the outer sky of Yan Luo.

The Golden Burying White Tiger stood at the top of Tianzun Hall, looking at the tribulation clouds that were condensing in the starry sky above his head, feeling the destructive energy released from the tribulation clouds, and said: "This tribulation thunder is comparable to the sixth dimensional tribulation. Which one is more powerful, reaching the destructive power of the seventh dimensional tribulation. What is going on? How come these tribulation thunders are getting stronger and stronger? Who is the origin of Zombie Nightmare? Can he control the tribulation of the Yuanhui? Could he be the incarnation of heaven and earth?" After saying this, the Golden Burying White Tiger startled himself. The monk's Yuanhui Tribulation occurs once every 129,600 years.

Each time is stronger than the last. Many gods, kings and deities are unable to withstand the seventh dimensional tribulation.

Chi Yao used his fingers as swords and struck out a series of finger strength to resist the calamity thunder falling towards the world tree of the Yama clan. He was not interested in the doubts and speculations about the Golden Burial White Tiger. The other party was

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The ancestor, the ancestor himself is an existence beyond cognition.

It is also possible to control the Yuanhui Tribulation. Yan Wushen stood in the void outside the World Tree, facing directly the corpse nightmare in the sea of ​​stars.

The Golden Burying White Tiger replied: "The corpse nightmare is the corpse of the calamity. The calamity is the wisdom born from the remaining calamity fire of the last great calamity!"

"In other words, Liang Yan's body has been tempered by the calamity fire of a large number of kalpas, and contains the path of destruction of a large number of kalpas."

"Zombie Nightmare is now forced to the end of the road. He uses Brahma fire to ignite the Nightmare matter in his body, which is equivalent to activating the destruction of Dao for a large number of kalpas. Before the Nightmare material burns out, he naturally has the ability to control all kalpas in the universe. Lei’s ability is equivalent to the incarnation of the Heavenly Tribulation, the Lord of Destruction. Otherwise, why do you think a being of the Dark Lord’s level would retreat?”

"At this moment, the corpse nightmare has become the most dangerous person in the universe. The immortals will probably have to retreat..."

"It is no joke to push an ancestor into a desperate situation. Didn't you see that Yong Zhenzai has been hiding behind the scenes and has not ended up personally?"

"Fortunately, when Zhan Xiang died, a large amount of the calamity fire in his body had already dispersed into Lihentian, so Zhan Xiang only got one corpse.

As soon as Yan Wushen said this, his body was frozen by a cold air. That cold air came from the eyes of the zombie.

"Do you think that after a large number of calamity fires dispersed into Lihentian, they can't be reunited?"

Surrounded by three cauldrons of corpse nightmares, they strode towards Yan Wushen. The nightmare land spread out quickly underfoot, outlining mountains and rivers, extending the wasteland. The space was collapsing. The barriers between the real world and Lihentian were disappearing, and the two worlds seemed to overlap.

"Li Hentian, I am the master! After today, no monk in the world can reach the immeasurable realm." Corpse Nightmare opened his arms, swallowed the galaxy, and released more than 90% of the power of Nightmare Mystery. This is his ultimate trump card!

The Tao that represents the legacy of Liangmeng. As the secret of Lihanmai is released, the "power of Liangma" spread all over Lihentian becomes active and boiling, like thousands of streams rushing towards the eyes of Liangmai between his brows. Corpse Nightmare has been hiding for many years, and has long wanted to The power of absorption capacity broke through, but he was always worried that he would make too much noise and be obliterated by the God Realm. Yan Wushen's face also changed, and it was difficult to calm down.

Said: "It turns out that the secret of measuring nightmare is your trump card! Do you want to use more than 90% of the secret of measuring nightmare to absorb all the power of measurement in Lihentian?" The great god must enter Lihentian and absorb the power of measurement. , only by understanding the power of measurement can we break through the immeasurable situation.

Now, Corpse Nightmare wants to take all the power of quantity into its own possession in order to hit the realm of consistency. Because the meaning of the existence of the mystery of Quantity Nightmare is to mobilize the power of quantity.

"No, Wushen, you are wrong! Today, my master is going to refine Lihentian into the Divine Sea, transform it into the Calamity Calamity, and destroy the World Tianyu. It's all because of you!" The ripples in the space under the feet of the Corpse Nightmare continue to spread. The secret of the Calamity Nightmare. The scope of influence soon reached a diameter of one light-year.

In other words, all the forces within a light-year radius are converging on the corpse nightmare.

"Master, after all, you are only in a state that has a beginning and an end. It will take time to spread the secret of Lihentian to the entire Lihentian, and it will take even more time to mobilize all the power of Lihentian. If you want to refine Lihentian into a sea of ​​gods, ,How long will this take?"

Yan Wushen pointed out the biggest flaw of the Corpse Nightmare in one word, and then shouted into the deep sky: "Dark Lord, Yan Tingqiu, you still have time to take action now. If you continue to scheming with each other and refuse to risk a fight, you really have to let him absorb the entire Lihen Is it the power of heaven?"

Yong Zhenzai did not respond.

The colorful waterfall formed by mental thoughts continued to spread on the two World Trees. Obviously, he was more interested in the two World Trees.

Or perhaps, he believed that someone would take action to stop the zombie's crazy behavior.

There was a look of emotion in the eyes of the Dark Lord, but he did not want to kill the corpse nightmare, but was interested in more than 90% of the secrets of the nightmare that the corpse nightmare mastered. If he could use these secrets to absorb Lihentian With all the power of calamity, one can definitely return to the top.

It's too dangerous, just wait. The Dark Lord stood in the darkness and laughed: "Don't be afraid of God. He is not a nightmare, he is just a demon corpse. There is no way his body can withstand all the power."

"You only need to guard the Yama World Tree and don't let it swallow up the blood and souls of the entire Yama people. He will not be able to cast it.

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A consistent body.

When the time comes, the force of measurement will backfire, and he will explode and die." Yan Wushen sneered again and again,

Each of these old guys is more insidious than the last, and they all want to use him to stop the corpse nightmare in a desperate state. It is best for both of them to die together. This is the price you need to pay for being a good person.

Everyone wants to take advantage of the weakness of "you are a good person" and make you fight to the death in order to realize his interests and glory. Yan Wushen never thinks that he is a good person, and he never feels that he will be tied down by external things.
To be continued...