In heaven, the gods incarnate are destroyed, and the gods' consciousness returns to the eighth level of heaven.

In the eastern seas, the Seven Saints fled. In front of them, Fan Lingyue, who was covered in moonlight, stepped forward and swung his sword to kill the Saint.

At the same time, in the west, Zhide walked forward and blocked the retreat of the Seven Saints.

There were strong enemies in front and pursuers behind, and the Seven Saints were in danger.

Over the sea, you know your destiny. Anyone who listens to the moon stands in the air one after another, and the powerful and cold holy power is chilling.

After setting foot in the holy realm, the auras of both of them changed, becoming like the saints, completely losing the warmth of human beings.

The Great Dao is ruthless, and this is even more true as the saint who incarnates the Great Dao. The difference is that the two still retain the last sanity.

The two joined forces, and the two swords were earth-shaking and generated amazing power, which even the saints could not resist.

In the void, the bridge of the great way is rising and falling, the cold air and the power of purifying karma are lingering, and the way of the saints is strongly suppressed.

The laws of the Great Dao were suppressed, the seven saints were at a disadvantage, and a hundred moves were confronted, the two saints died in battle, and the bridge of the Great Dao was also destroyed.

In the distance, in the fairyland, the human masters looked at the amazing battle in the eastern seas, and their expressions were all condensed.

Is this a battle at the level of the Great Dao Saint? It is indeed extremely terrifying.

One day and one night later, all the seven saints were killed in battle in the Eastern Sea, and the holy blood stained the entire sea area red, which was extremely terrifying.

Over the sea, the two of them stood in the air, and blood kept dripping from the sword in their hands.

After a day and night of bloody battle, both of them consumed a lot of energy and their expressions were exhausted.

"Let's go."

After killing the Seven Saints, Ning Chen glanced at Fan Lingyue not far away and spoke.

Fan Lingyue nodded and followed.

When the immortal realm, the emperors on earth saw that they had returned from their destiny, they immediately saluted respectfully.

"I've seen the Immortal Lord!"

"Get up."

Ning Chen said calmly, looked at the Seventh Heavenly World below the Immortal Realm, and said, "From today, I will bless the Immortal Realm with all my strength. I need the power of the Immortal Realm."

"yes!"

All the honors respectfully and respectfully receive the order.

"What are you going to do?" Fan Lingyue asked beside her.

"Using the power of the Immortal Realm, kill the gods." Ning Chen said lightly.

When Fan Lingyue heard this, her eyes closed, felt the power of the fairyland, and said, "It will take at least ten thousand years, maybe ten thousand years. To compete with the rules of time, we must completely separate 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, the immortal realm rose and fell in the seventh heaven, like a huge floating island floating in the void, becoming the biggest thorn in the hearts of the holy people.

All the saints who have attained enlightenment know that the Lord of the Immortal Realm is an extremely terrifying existence and his strength has surpassed them.

Ten years, hundred years, and thousand years, Ning Chen went up to the underworld and killed the saints of the great way hiding in all directions. One bloody battle after another would destroy the heavens.

Both the saints of the Great Dao have different strengths. The most powerful one is like the eighth level god who controls time and the Lady who controls the demonic path, are almost invincible. Of course, the weakest of the saints also have very terrible combat power, and no one can compete with them except the saints.

For a thousand years, the saints of the heavens were shocked by the strength of the Lord of the Immortal Realm, and all their breaths were hidden and they did not want to touch their edge.

However, with the help of the Book of Creation, Ning Chen still found the hidden saints of the Great Dao one after another and took action to kill them.

And above the sky, the saint of the sky witnessed the fall of the saints of the heavens and did not take action again and again.

As if he had a tacit understanding, Ning Chen never went to the sky again, and seemed to have forgotten the existence of the Saint of the Sky.

In the sky, the independent world is dark and cold, and the former Nine Netherworld is now empty.

In the Nine Netherworlds, there are corpses everywhere. The owner of each corpse during his lifetime is an extremely powerful existence. The most powerful one has almost entered the realm of creation with half his foot.

However, even if such a powerful existence is left with only one skeleton after death. Endless years pass, the spiritual energy in the skeleton is about to dissipate.

Ning Chen walked in it, his spiritual sense was released, looking for the Great Dao Saint who was hiding in the Nine Netherworlds.

"roar!"

Deep in the Nine Netherlands, low roars, faintly, ghost fires appeared, making people feel cold all over.

Ning Chen flipped his left hand, silver light rose, and the heavenly book of creation manifested, illuminating the way forward.

After walking for a while, a river a hundred feet wide appeared in front of me. In the river, the water of the Yellow Spring flowed eastward, and under the bottom, there were also bones everywhere.

"Weak water."

Ning Chen looked at the river in front of him and his eyes narrowed. This place was almost exactly the same as the underworld. Could it be that the underworld in the world come from this?

Next to the weak water, a bottomless boat was casually pressed upside down on the shore. Ning Chen stepped forward and relocated the boat into the river.

On the weak water, the bottomless boat was rising and falling. Ning Chen walked into it and rowed towards the opposite shore with his oars.

Ning Chen rowed the river for nearly a quarter of an hour before the boat sailed to the other side.

When the boat reached the shore, Ning Chen walked off the boat and continued to walk forward.

After walking for more than a hundred miles, a huge stone door appeared in front of me. On the stone door, the two people's big words were clearly visible.

Netherworld!

Ning Chen stepped forward and walked into the stone gate. His breath rose and he was fully alert.

roar!

In the depths of the underworld, the roar sounded again, cold and terrifying, without any hope.

In the Netherworld Hall, a huge throne of bones stands on the top of the hall. The throne of bones is made of the bones of thousands of wild beasts. After eternal years, the breath is still chilling.

However, there was no one on the throne of bones.

Ning Chen stepped forward and looked at the White Bone Throne in front of him, frowned slightly.

After a while, Ning Chen walked off the throne and walked towards the back of the hall.

Behind the Netherworld Hall, a new world appears, and even the earth turns into a bloody reddish-brown color, which is even more terrifying than the front hall.

Valleys, oil pans, corpses, terrible surprises, chilling.

"hell."

Ning Chen looked at the huge valley ahead and said in a voice.

According to legend, in the eighteen levels of hell, there was a punishment for putting oil into a pan to punish those who were extremely sinful during their lifetime.

Ning Chen walked to the oil pan, reached out to touch one of the oil pans in front of him, and used his right hand to smash it into pieces.

The fragments scattered all over the sky fell all over the ground. Ning Chen looked at the fragments on the ground and his face showed a strange look.

Even the ingredients of this oil pan are extraordinary. It seems that this underworld was once extremely brilliant.

In the first hell, Ning Chen did not stay for too long and continued to walk forward.

In the second hell, Ning Chen saw the sword mountain, and broken bones could be seen everywhere on the sword mountain.

Then there is the third level, the fourth level...

One hell after another, different terrifying scenes, one after another, eighteen hells, each with a terrible criminal law that punishes the sinner, symbolizing the majesty of the underworld.

At this time, a roar echoed through the underworld, trembling at the small world of the eighteen levels of hell.
Chapter completed!