"Today is my deadline, and I will kill whoever comes. I would like to ask among the gods today, who has the courage to do so?"

The divine voice of Mingzu resounded across the starry sky, and every word was like thunder.

Deep in the starry sky, on a green wooden boat, Empress Shiji released her half-ancestral aura and said: "Emperor Kuiliang must die today. Whoever dares to intervene will have to cut off his soul before stopping."

The sea of ​​stars is silent, and the insects and birds in the world dare not speak.

There are only calamity clouds, thunder and lightning.

Kuiliang Huang, who was suspended above the Netherworld Purgatory, clearly had no body, but felt his vest was cold and his body was bone-chilling.

Gong Nanfeng glanced at Zhang Ruochen who was down the mountain, and his sharp eyes turned into a free and easy smile: "There is no need to continue sending, I am alone in the road ahead! Let's go!"

Zhang Ruochen responded silently, took out a wine gourd and threw it over.

Gong Nanfeng caught it, bit open the lid with his mouth, took a long sip, and threw it back to Zhang Ruochen.

He raised his hand and waved above his head, stepped on the void with his feet, and without looking back, he strode towards the Netherworld Purgatory: "I came from the ancient times, I have walked countless roads in my life, and I have seen all kinds of fireworks and all kinds of customs in the world.

. Ten feet of soft red, floating through the ages, but ultimately just a handful of loess to bury this prosperous dream!"

"I dare not look back. Looking back is full of suffering. Once I meet the mirror, I will know who I am."

"boom!"

When the sixth calamity thunder fell, Gong Nanfeng had already reached the sky above Netherworld Purgatory, grabbed Kuilianghuang by the neck, and lifted him above his head.

The thunder and lightning beam first destroyed Kui Lianghuang's spiritual body and divine heart, and then penetrated Gong Nanfeng's body.

Thunder and lightning fell to the ground, submerging the first world of netherworld energy in the Netherworld Purgatory, turning it into a boundless sea of ​​thunder, filled with the energy of destruction.

As the sky shook and the earth shook, Zhang Ruochen carried the gourd, climbed the ridge step by step, and looked into the distance.

The Tianshu needle has been destroyed by the thunder and turned into powder, blooming like fireworks, very gorgeous.

Facing such a terrifying thunderstorm, even the divine weapon cannot stop it.

At this time, Gong Nanfeng reunited his broken soul, but he did not feel the slightest joy in killing Kuilianghuang. He glanced at Zhang Ruochen on the ridge in the distance, gritted his teeth and smiled, then gathered all his power and crashed headlong into the mountain.

The netherworld below.

"boom!"

His body turned into a beam of light and penetrated the first level of the underworld, causing the world to collapse.

"boom!"

Breaking through the second level of the underworld, dust and smoke clouds continued to pour out.

…

"boom!"

After he broke through the ninth level of the underworld, above the sky and among the calamity clouds, the seventh calamity thunder chased him down.

"Boom!"

Amidst the sounds of destruction, Zhang Ruochen picked up the gourd and took a sip, but he couldn't taste it.

How can the wine of separation between life and death have a taste?

Regardless of whether it tasted good or not, Zhang Ruochen drank heavily. Finally, he spilled the remaining wine on the ground and said his final farewell to Gong Nanfeng.

Farewells between men do not require tears or sensational words.

A pot of turbid wine to celebrate your life!

Eighteen levels of netherworld purgatory were penetrated through fifteen levels, and the fifteen great worlds of netherworld became tattered and fragmented, like a piece of broken earth suspended in the nebula.

The calamity clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, which meant that the seventh calamity thunder had been wiped out.

All the spirit and soul of Gong Nanfeng.

There is no more Ming Ancestor in the world.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen knew that Nether Purgatory was dangerous and had never dared to set foot in it. However, at this moment, he landed on a broken piece of land on the first level of the underworld.

He waved his sleeves to disperse the dust and smoke, but could not detect any breath of Gong Nanfeng or Kui Lianghuang.

The world is ruthless, no matter how strong your cultivation is, it will fall to the ground like grass and trees in the mountains and turn into mud.

He died in the Yuanhui Tribulation and not a single bone was left behind.

The sound of "chen" unconsciously appeared in Zhang Ruochen's ears, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. No one would call him that again in the future.

Pull off a piece of his robe, grab a handful of soil from the ground, and wrap it up.

The cold wind whistled, and the sound of children sobbing could be heard.

Zhang Ruochen looked around and saw that the Selfless Lamp was like a child who had lost his mother, flying in the dust of the underworld, looking for Gong Nanfeng, constantly shouting "Master".

It caught up with Zhang Ruochen who was about to leave and said, "Where are you going? The master fell because of you, and you just left like this?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "What passes away will eventually pass away. The more you see it, the more you will feel at ease! Don't worry, I know the unwillingness in his heart and what he wants to do. As a friend, I will help him fulfill his last wish. As

Enemies, I will do it too."

Wu-Se Deng said: "Master said the same thing before, but I don't believe it. He said, if I don't believe it, I will follow you to see if you can do what you say. Zhang Ruochen, I want to supervise you for the master!"

"what ever!"

Zhang Ruochen had more important things to do and had no time to worry about a lamp, so he flew out of the Netherworld Purgatory at high speed.

"Wait a minute, the master still has a few relics left for you, to be precise, you, but you need to take them to those people! How can you be so heartless?"

Wuwo Lantern chased him all the way to the Santu River.

Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and walked through various river sections, but failed to find the life and death lamp.

And in the starry sky in the distance, the broken world of fifteen levels of underworld energy was being pulled by an incredible force, and was quickly reuniting.

"There is indeed a problem."

Even if there is a problem, Zhang Ruochen does not dare to investigate at the moment. He can only suppress the curiosity in his heart and say: "The Emperor Kuiliang has not been completely killed yet. Come on, come with me and kill all his mental power."

Each of Kuilianghuang's spiritual thoughts has terrifying power.

These mental thoughts cannot survive the next Yuanhui catastrophe. However, in this era, the rules of heaven and earth are loose, and Emperor Kuiliang can completely seize his direct descendants and gain a new life.

How much turmoil will this cause to the Rakshasa clan?

In addition, Zhang Ruochen's mental power has reached the ninetieth level. If he wants to improve quickly, how can he not refine a batch of mental power pills? Kui Lianghuang's idea of ​​mental power can be used as the main medicine.

When Wuwo Deng heard this, his murderous intent increased greatly, and he said: "Kui Lianghuang must be wiped out completely. This is the master's last wish. Also, the source of life and ancestors must be recovered and cannot fall into the hands of others again."

…

On the green wooden boat, Empress Shiji opened the gauze curtain with her slender fingers and walked out of the boat.

Pingting is like a fairy, her eyes are like clouds and smoke.

Her beauty brings together the beauties of heaven and earth, and the paintings that have been passed down through the ages are not as good as one-tenth of her own.

Empress Shiji looked at the Netherworld Purgatory with wavering eyes, and said: "I broke through the Netherworld with my body, and my ambition was the Ancestor of the Netherworld. It's a pity that even if he gave a death blow, he couldn't break through the eighteen levels of Netherworld Purgatory, and he couldn't break through the heart.

The shackles, the resentment and unwillingness are still floating in the space. Is this the end of the ancestor?"

Empress Shiji was the only one on the boat, and the woman in black robe was nowhere to be seen.
Chapter completed!