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Ancestor Xuehe obviously also noticed the strangeness in his lair, but he was competing with the bald man Pangpang at the moment.
I saw the Buddha's light entering the sea, and the blood light was like a dragon.
Although the two stood still, the auras on their bodies had already collided to the point of distorting the dark sky.
"Patriarch Xuehe, after so many years, I didn't expect that his strength has not improved at all, so disappointed!"
The Great Emperor Cheyuan was completely desperate about the bet.
He simply sat next to him, grabbed the popcorn and melon seeds from his hand without any politeness, and watched the wrestling between Fat Pang and Patriarch Xuehe below.
Ding Xiaoyi's ears moved, and he couldn't help asking curiously: "Emperor, what do you mean, Patriarch Xuehe will lose?"
"No!" The emperor shook his head.
Looking at the two long blades in the hands of the ancestor of Xuehe: "Abi Tuyuan, these two artifacts were born in Xuehe. They are extremely rare innate spiritual treasures. Patriarch He himself is the Patriarch compatible with the sea of blood, if the sea of blood does not dry up, he is invincible."
Hearing what the emperor said, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help becoming a little nervous.
After all, the relationship between Pang Pang and him is still quite close, and the two are both teachers and friends, although Pang Pang has never taken the initiative to give him any advice on cultivation.
But he also gave himself a lot of hints both openly and secretly, not to mention, Pang Pang and his personal relationship are very good, of course he doesn't want any accidents to Pang Pang.
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's nervous expression for being fat, the emperor changed his voice and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the bald man can't beat him now, but it doesn't mean he can't beat him later."
Later? ?
Ding Xiaoyi had a question mark on his face, just when he was at a loss in his heart.
Ming Xu on the top of his head turned scarlet even more.
Immediately, the Netherworld ghosts cried and howled, and the blood light turned the entire Netherland into a scarlet world.
Under the City of Dead Death, with a loud noise, a huge crack exploded in the Eighteenth Hell, thousands of ghosts turned into torrents and rushed out of City of Dead Death.
Yan Luo of the Tenth Temple looked at the ghosts rushing out of the city of vain death, but kept silent, and even ordered to open the gates on both sides of the city to let these ghosts out.
These ghosts in the province hurt the innocent wandering souls in the city.
"Hahaha, hell is empty from now on, and demons are in the world." On the roof of the house, Xie Qi and Fan Ba were together, and Fan Ba held a wine bottle in his hand, watching the evil spirits scattered in front of him, he couldn't help but feel sad and desolate.
Xie Qi, who is strong and mean, is now like a good baby, just relying on Fan Ba's arms, even if the world falls apart, she just wants him by her side.
Not long after, at the foot of Taozhi Mountain, a huge iron gate pierced into the clouds, and there were countless statues of corpses and claws on the iron gate.
This place is the gate of Yincao, commonly known as the gate of ghosts.
At this moment, when the blood light shined, the statue of countless skeletons on the gate seemed to be alive, and there was a mournful roar from its mouth, and half of the body struggled as if it was about to get out of the iron gate.
"Suppress, fast! Suppress me!!"
The ghost general who was in charge of guarding the gate waved his whip and slapped the gate fiercely, trying to calm these ghosts down.
However, as the blood became thicker and thicker, "Ka!!" A crack suddenly burst open on the door.
Following this crack, it spread to the corner of the gate like a spider web in a blink of an eye.
With a loud crashing sound, the door suddenly collapsed.
"It's over!! It's over!! It's over!!" Seeing this scene, the ghost general in charge of guarding felt sad.
I saw an empty and rugged path outside the gate, and the end of the path was full of vitality, which was the yang world that those ghosts longed for.
Immediately, countless ghosts crazily rushed out from the broken gate.
Seeing this, some Yin soldiers even gritted their teeth, joined in secretly, and rushed towards the Yang world.
There is nothing the ghost general can do to stop it, so he can only watch helplessly.
This scene is definitely not limited to Taozhi Mountain at this moment, it is also being staged in front of the other four gates such as Sizhong Mountain, Luofeng Mountain, Luofu Mountain, and Baodu Mountain.
The only difference is that Du Ziren sat on the dragon chair on the other side of Luofu Mountain, holding a long knife in his hand, and his cold eyes scanned the tens of thousands of ghosts coming down the mountain: "Kill!"
Following the exit of the killing word, in a short time, I saw an iron cavalry swooping down from both sides of the mountain. The iron cavalry separated from the left to the right, but saw an iron chain burning with blue fire blocked in the middle.
The "jingling" iron chain suddenly tore a hole in the tens of thousands of fierce ghosts. Even these thousand-year-old ghosts would be wiped out immediately if they were stained on the iron chain.
On Luofeng Mountain, Zhang Heng and Yang Yun, the two ghost emperors, looked different. They opened the door of convenience, and in front of the broken ghost gate, set up a cauldron like a lake, filled with boiling green soup. juice.
I saw that Po Meng was commanding a large army, and with the help of Chai Rong, she kept adding ingredients to the cauldron.
It's very easy to get out of Youtu, just drink a bowl of Mengpo soup and you can go out. Those who dare to resist will be killed without mercy.
As for the inside of Shizuka Mountain.
Wang Zhenren approached Zhao He's hall with a depressed expression on his face.
With a sad face on his face, he wanted to find Zhao He to complain about his grievances, but before he had time to open the door, he heard an astonishingly fast bang bang bang in the hall.
slap.
Wang Zhenren frowned, and looked along the crack of the door, but saw Zhao He was holding a small leather whip, his eyebrows were furious and he was furious.
"Tell you to break the chapter, tell you to procrastinate, what?? Women's clothing is amazing?? I'll spank your ass!"
Looking at the scenes where the authors were screaming and enjoying themselves, the corners of Wang Zhenren's mouth twitched, and he finally gave up his idea of talking to Zhao He.
The gate of ghosts is wide open, and thousands of ghosts and ghosts rush into the mortal world.
What's even more frightening is that the monsters in the yin and yang path also rushed out of the crack.
There is no great god who can cover the sky to stop it, and there is no unrivaled hero in mythology to make waves.
Everyone can only ignore this, because this is already predictable.
And over time.
Pangpang, who was competing with the ancestor of Xuehe, also gradually produced new changes.
Hair actually grew on the top of his head, but the hair was not long and straight, but curled and formed into a bun.
"wrong!"
Sensing that something was wrong, Patriarch Xuehe's face changed immediately, and he saw that the fat face became more and more solemn, and the Buddha's light behind him suddenly crushed his aura gradually.
In an instant, the golden glow was born, accompanied by the sounds of nature and Kagura, and a tangy fragrance spread out. I saw a crystal clear relic growing between the fat eyebrows, and three flowers gathered on the back of the head. The Buddha's light was like the sun and the moon, turning into Splendid Buddha Wheel.
"After Maitreya, I will become a Buddha, Blood River, you lose!"
Pangpang often sighed, there was no victory or defeat in his eyes, only compassion.
Seeing this, everyone's heart shuddered, even though it was the ancestor of Xuehe, although he was unwilling, he could only silently put away the two weapons in his hands.
This is a fixed number, there is nothing to do, as early as the moment he made his great wish and vowed that he would not become a Buddha if the hell is not empty, today's karma has already been set in the dark.
Now that the hell is empty, the great wish has come true, but Pangpang is not happy about it. He looks into the distance and sees countless ghosts rushing into the world of Yeyang.
"Bitch, it's all you!!"
"You are the bitch, I will tear off your mask today, so that people can see what kind of ghost you look like under the mask!!"
Shen Tu and Yu Lei's clothes had holes in the east and west, and their hair was disheveled like shrews.
I saw Pang Pang stretching out his hand in a wave to stop the two of them.
Standing aside and yelling at each other.
Just as they were yelling and cursing, Ge Erdan had already rushed to the terrace on his motorcycle.
Seeing this, the others wanted to stop him, but Naihe took a look at the Nether leader who had become a Buddha, and said with a full face: "Even if he took the Jiuzhuan Wuji Pill, so what, he has already run out of oil and the lamp is dry, eat it." It may not work if you go down!"
Zongzi has been paying attention to the changes of the bad old man, and now the bad old man is in the shape of a withered man, and his breath is almost gone.
Fatty didn't say anything to refute this. This time, the best time for their design, has long been missed.
But the big head didn't care about that, it jumped out of the car, and walked straight to the old man, a thick tentacle rolled away, and a closed jade box was carefully opened by it.
Under the attention of everyone, it took out a golden elixir and put it into the old man's mouth.
Chapter 794: The Dust Settles
With the help of the big head, this golden pill was sent into the mouth of the old man.
Everyone watched quietly, with worries, fears, not to mention resentment and curses.
As time passed by every minute and every second, Ding Xiaoyi's heart also began to sink a little bit.
The bad old man's complexion not only did not improve, but became even uglier.
The only ray of anger seemed to be like a hanging lamp, flickering on and off and then going out.
"Ah!!" The clear water cormorant wailed piercingly, and tears fell to the ground.
"Amitabha!"
Fatty sighed helplessly, although the hell was empty, it was not due to his achievements. Although he became a Buddha, he also lost his friends.
This Buddha is so boring.
"Hey! After all, it's nothing like a dream."
Tu Tu stepped forward to reshape the old man's long hair and adorned his clothes. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he saw a black and gold coffin that had been prepared earlier appeared in front of everyone.
This is a coffin that was prepared long ago, a black coffin that the old man made for himself. In addition, according to his last wish, Tutu will send his remains to Guanghan Court in Beimo.
Where is the place where he was born, Guanghan Court has already been turned into ruins, and it should be his home.
"Why didn't it work!! Even if it doesn't make you happy, it should improve a bit, right??"
Ding Xiaoyi on the shaft of the chariot asked the emperor with an ugly face, he didn't believe that such a result had been achieved after all the hard work, and he couldn't accept it for a while.
The emperor didn't say anything about it, but just looked on coldly and indifferently.
It's hard to say what his mood is at the moment, but he vaguely remembers that when the two first met, this great demon king from the northern desert was in high spirits.
Seal the palm of Jiuxuan and cut it for six days.
He ruled the Seven Palaces of Guanghan in the north of the sky, and led the Luofeng Mountain in the north.
The lord of all the demons in the world, how high-spirited is he, the two of them made a pact with three palms and made a bet.
As a result, in less than three years, he had completed the agreement.
As promised, I invited the Jade Emperor to formally rectify his name as the Great Emperor of Fengdu. From then on, he will sit in the underworld and be the Lord of the Underworld.
It has been 3000 years now, 3000 years and 84 years to be precise.
"Hahahaha, Wan Gongsheng, you are finally dead!"
What is different from others is that he is in a burst of ecstasy at the moment. The great demon king who suppressed them for thousands of years is finally dead. From then on, the world is so big that they are allowed to soar.
No more being trapped in this ghostly place full of graves.
Patriarch Xuehe put away his long blade, cupped his hands and bowed towards the old man's body: "I respectfully send the great emperor to die in the sky."
"Respectfully send the Great Emperor to live forever in the sky.!!"
Blood Sea Shura bowed in unison, his voice booming like a bell.
The Palace Master 36, who had just been beaten badly, climbed up in a hurry, not caring about his bruised nose and swollen face, seeing the lifeless old man, they knelt down and bid farewell.
Whether it's true or false, they have to give this respect no matter what.
Even going deeper, they are able to have today's status and strength, thanks to the gift of the Great Emperor Fengdu.
Even though he was reluctant, under the pressure of everyone's eyes, he finally bowed his head towards the old guy who suppressed him for thousands of years, and said in a weak voice, "I wish the emperor a long peace in the sky."
Just as everyone bowed their heads in prostration, the big head looked at the bad old man with a puzzled face.
So, taking advantage of the moment when everyone bowed their heads, they twisted their tentacles and entangled the bad old man.
As a result, when everyone slowly raised their heads with various complicated emotions, they couldn't help but stare round.
"Stop!! What are you doing??"
Now even Tutu and Pangpang were shocked by Datou's actions.
I saw the big head directly inserting the black and big tentacles into the old man's mouth.
His expression was like that of a repairman leading the sewer, and he poked down hard on the bad old man's throat.
It seemed that he still couldn't use the strength, so he simply retracted the tentacles, and then got up violently.
Seeing such an evil scene, everyone's head grew dizzy in an instant.
"Big head!!"
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