Spirit Vessel - Chapter 1144

[Chapter 1144 Chaos]

This was an extremely tragic battle. Whether it was the army of the gods and hell, or the monks from outside the realm, there were countless casualties, blood all over the ground, and corpses scattered in the void.

Feng Feiyun sacrificed the Yaohuang Sword and the Ascension Platform into a demonic sword and a ninety-nine-zhang-high holy tablet, and beat the four saints who were blessed by the Taiji Bafang Altar. He had to step back, blood dripping from his mouth.

“Bang!”

Feng Feiyun steadily ascended the forty-third floor of the hexagram platform.

From the position below, there was a long whistle, and Wenzu rushed up the stairs. Every time he took a step up, the strength of his body doubled. It can already be compared with Feng Feiyun.

The power of Wenzu has long been integrated with the Tai Chi Bafang altar, and he can use the power of the altar to emit a book-like atmosphere like a sea of stars.

He held a scroll of the divine book in his hand, and a divine pen in the other hand, writing the word “town”.

In an instant, a huge pressure fell on Feng Feiyun.

“break!”

Feng Feiyun spit out a sound wave, smashing the word “zhen” written by Wenzu.

“Can’t let him go up.”

Feng Feiyun was condescending, the battle axe slashed down, and his body fell on the 36th floor hexagram platform, and the unparalleled divine power cut off the magic pen in Wenzu’s hand.

Wenzu’s heart was horrified, he quickly fled into the space of the altar, and threw up the divine book in his hand. Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight ancient words in the divine book rushed out and turned into eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight. Eighteen ancient swords.

“Sacrificial sword!”

The 36th floor hexagram, the 37th floor, the 38th floor… The 44th floor, each hexagram is a world, and every world has Hundreds of millions of creatures from outside the realm, all the creatures in these eight worlds at this moment blew themselves up, turning into countless blood energy and rushing into the eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight ancient swords.

This is the sacrificial sword with the blood of billions of souls, condensing the power of the souls of the eight worlds.

Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight ancient swords are condensed into eight sword domains: Jianshan, Jiancheng, Jianhe, Jiangong, Jianya, Jianxing, Jianlong, Jianyu.

“Boom!”

The power of the eight sword intents is simply overwhelming, and on the Taiji Bagua altar, it can simply kill the power of the eight ancestors.

The Taiji Bagua altar is their home, just like Feng Feiyun in the imprisoned place, can defeat the Yangyang God with the ancestral realm. Here, although the power of Feng Feiyun and others has not been suppressed, the power of the monks in the Taiji Palace has become stronger, and they can even fight across borders.

Feng Feiyun’s whole body was wrapped in golden silkworm Buddha energy, and he made a series of Buddha palm prints to fight against the eight sword-intention worlds sacrificed by Wenzu.

“boom!”

Outside the Taiji Palace, there were dense reinforcements coming.

The shocking fluctuations in the divine prison have alarmed the powerhouses outside the realm. They will never allow the saints imprisoned in the divine prison to be rescued and send an army to suppress them.

Not only the powerhouses of the Taiji Palace, the Dark Hunyuan World, the War King Hunyuan World, the Twin Hunyuan World, and the Gushen Hunyuan World all have powerhouses, and many of them are ancestral saints and sacred-level supreme. The characters were pressed down like a sea of people.

“The entire world of the Pearl of Hunyuan will be incinerated into fly ash, do you still want to do your dying struggle?”

Yang Tianshen stood at the forefront, wearing a crown on his head and a gold belt around his waist, and the light on his body was brighter than the stars!

“Oops, Yangyang Tianshen is here. If he uses the power of the altar, no one in the world is his opponent.” Everyone saw Yangyang Tianshen coming from the chaos, with an endless foreign army behind him, the saint’s The number is more than a thousand.

Thousands of saints, hundreds of millions of soldiers, overwhelmed the sky and covered the earth.

Yang Tianshen stepped onto the first-floor altar in one step, and suddenly his face changed slightly, and his feet on the altar were quickly retracted.

At the moment when his feet were retracted, the altar on the first floor shattered, and a headless clay figurine came out of the chaotic world in the altar, holding a dry Qi (“Qian” means a shield, “Qi” means “Qi”). Axe), with infinite might, shreds eight hundred time and space, bombards Yang Yang Deity, and blasts Yang Yang Deity upside down.

The headless clay figurine stood under the altar, with an ancient aura on his body, like an eternal god on the altar.

Step on the ground!

“boom!”

Hundreds of billions of extraterrestrial creatures were shaken to death and turned into a wave of blood and bones!

Yang Yang Tianshen stabilized his body, with a look of surprise in his eyes, glaring furiously, “Ren Zu, you are not dead yet?”

The headless clay figurine’s mud body cracked and shot out streaks of multicolored essence, as if it would shatter at any time, but it still stood there steadily, immobile, with a tendency to look down on the sky.

“call out!”

A holy meteorite arrow ripped apart the sky, dragged its tail dozens of miles long, pierced the chest of an outsider saint, and nailed his body to a mountain.

The falling holy arrow drew a beautiful arc, flew back, and fell into the hands of the tomb mansion’s master.

The head of the tomb mansion stood on the top of a palace tower, wearing a purple robe, with long hair like snow, holding a broken immortal bow, carrying four holy meteorite arrows on his back, his eyes were lonely and deep, looking down at the alien creatures below.

“Roar!”

A dragon roar shook the world.

A three-million-mile-long black dragon flew out of the chaos. Its scales were as large as mountains, its horns were like mountains, its eighteen eyes were like lakes, and when the dragon’s tail jumped, time and space were surging.

A mouthful of dragon breath was spit out from the dragon’s mouth, and the formation formed by dozens of non-territorial saints was scattered, and all the saints were beaten to pieces.

“Big Demon Dragon!” Yang Tianshen stared at the giant dragon with a ruthless look in his eyes.

The big demon dragon turned into a human form and landed under the Tai Chi Bafang altar. His black robe was dragging the floor, and his eyes were full of demonic brilliance.

Yang Yang Tianshen had a strong aura, and sacrificed the ancient yellow mud boat, saying: “Let’s get on together!”

“You hold the altar, it’s enough for the old man to fight him.”

Ren Zu held Qian Qi, and his body burst into colorful light. Although his head was severed, the fighting spirit on his body was still immortal, and his momentum became stronger and stronger with each battle.

Renzu and Yang Tianshen fought fiercely for the second time. The difference was that last time, Yang Yang Tianshen could use the power of the Taiji Bafang altar, but this time, he fought under the altar.

There are many strong people outside the realm. For example, the nine-generation Gushen who came from the great world of Gushen Hunyuan is a sacred-level existence. He leads a group of troops and goes straight to the altar like Tai Chi Bafang, to prevent Taizu and Feng Feiyun from killing. Go to hell.

“Dragon Transformation!”

The Great Demon Dragon transformed into a divine dragon, ferocious and intimidating, full of demonic energy, competing with the Nine Generations of Gushen, and all eighteen eyes glowed with demonic brilliance.

The head of the tomb mansion stood on the top of the palace tower, and four holy fall arrows were continuously shot out.

The power of one person has caused huge losses to the foreign army.

But there are too many strong people outside the realm, and the number of monks is also dense, and many of them are wearing chains and attacking the Taiji Bafang altar.

They used to be heroes in the Great World of Hunyuan, but they surrendered to the lewd power of monks outside the territory and became lackeys outside the territory.

“kill!”

A young Yingjie stepped out of the void, stepped on a blood-colored Jiaolong, carried an ancient Shenxiao knife on his back, formed a divine seal on his hands, and shot out hundreds of millions of purple rays of light.

“Boom!”

These purple rays of light fell, killing all the slaves outside the territory with iron chains, and every moment, thousands of lives died in his hands.

The powerhouses from outside the realm have discovered this young Yingjie who suddenly killed him. At the same time, there are more than ten Holy Spirit vessels and hundreds of ancient killing soldiers, and they bombarded him to beat him to blood.

Xue Jiao cursed loudly, “Damn, thirteen Holy Spirit vessels, how come the Spirit vessels have become Chinese cabbage? Is this trying to scare Jiao to death?”

The young Yingjie stood on the top of the blood dragon’s head, with a vigorous momentum, pointing to the sky, “Big Star Doushu!”

The sky is discolored, and there is wind in the universe.

The thirteen Holy Spirit vessels and hundreds of ancient killers flew back at the same time, emptying out all the monks from outside the territory within tens of thousands of miles, killing them all.

The scales on Xuejiao’s back stood up, and he always felt that he should escape with Mao Wugui and others, and should not accompany this little ancestor to this place of life and death. The breath will fall at any time.

Feng Xiaolong stood on the top of the blood dragon’s head, with a divine seal in his fingers, “Zhutian Chaos!”

Amidst the chaos, thousands of secret realms flew out from the void space, and at the same time they smashed down on the earth. I don’t know how many outsiders died under this blow.

This is the method that he and the blood dragon have arranged in the void for a long time, connecting thousands of secret realms together, which is equivalent to the power of thousands of small worlds. With a single blow, there are hundreds of millions of extraterrestrial creatures. die in this blow.

The saints outside the realm were furious. These two people and the scorpion who came out of nowhere were too abhorrent and their destructive power was too terrifying. Especially the blow just now caused countless deaths and injuries to life outside the realm.

Some saints from outside the realm rose to the sky and wanted to kill Feng Xiaolong, but they were hit by the Turtle Qigong from Feng Xiaolong… No, Xuanwu Zhen Qi was slammed down with one palm!

That non-territorial saint rolled to the ground, looking ashamed, pointing his finger to the sky, shouting: “There is a seed to fight!”

“There is a kind of you coming up for a fight.” Xue Jiao shouted.

“Come down!” Another saint shouted.

“Come up!” Blood Flood Dragon refused to fall to the ground even after being beaten to death. Just kidding, that’s the Holy Spirit! It can be pressed to death with one finger.

Feng Xiaolong couldn’t stand their scolding, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the ancient Shenxiao sword, jumped from the top of the blood dragon’s head, and slashed out with one knife, slicing out a sword dragon, and blasting the two saints out of the realm!

His gaze swept across Liuhe, and then killed towards the Taiji Bafang altar.

Feng Feiyun’s axe shattered all the eight Sword Intent worlds sacrificed by Wenzu. The axe smashed through Wenzu’s head, and the body of the ancestors was split in half and fell into the endless void.

He glanced at the battlefield below, and just stayed on Feng Xiaolong and Xue Jiao for a moment, before killing them towards the top of the Tai Chi Bafang altar.