Under the eighteenth layer of the underworld, in the netherworld, there is a black temple hanging in the sky, and several figures in the temple are sitting on the cloud bed.

Chi You shouted dissatisfiedly: "Master Yu, don't laugh, you have been killed again." ”

The bald old man smiled and said, "Calm down!

Feng Bo shouted dissatisfiedly: "Niangniang, you should have let me go in the first place, but this bald boy of the rain master can't do it!"

Hou Tu, who was sitting on the main seat, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "This time the opponent is the demon clan, if you lose, I will fill you into the blood sea eye." ”

The calm rain master suddenly shuddered, reclamation eyes! That is the most terrible punishment in heaven and earth! It is still the sea of blood and sea eyes.

Immediately sat up straight and promised loudly: "Niangniang, don't worry, I will definitely kill this group of demon clan rabbit cubs without leaving a piece of armor, if I can't do it, I will go to the depths of the underworld to close myself for a thousand years to think about myself." ”

Feng Bo fanned the fan and said with a smile: "Niangniang said it, it is the sea of blood and sea eyes." ”

Yushi suddenly glared at Feng Bo, you bad old man is very bad!

In the mythical battlefield of the flood wilderness, the battle is in full swing, and the six reincarnation disks behind the back soil rotate and fight with the Vermilion Bird.

The soaring Vermilion Bird waved its wings and set off a huge cloud of fire, pressing down towards the back, Nanming was burning from the fire, and the audience let out bursts of exclamations, and subconsciously closed their eyes.

After the soil fell on a top of a mountain, the broken flower umbrella in the hand came out of his hand, rotating and flying towards the fire cloud, in the process of flying, the plain umbrella gradually turned gray, blackened, and finally became a pitch-black umbrella, which was dotted with strange patterns, the big umbrella was fixed in the air like a gate of hell, and the majestic netherworld black gas erupted from the black umbrella, piercing and cold, and there was a faint wail of ten thousand ghosts in the black air.

The dark black qi swept up and crashed into the fire cloud of Nanmingli, the confrontation between darkness and light, the confrontation between cold and fiery.

Houtu squatted down, pressed his hand on the top of the mountain, and read: "In the name of the emperor of my land, call you and others to fight for me!"

The earth shook, and the illusory heads were raised among the mountains, and they let out a high and low chirp.

Rise~

Roar~

Countless earthy yellow dragons rushed out of the earth, and the dragons flew and flew towards the Vermilion Bird!

A cold voice sounded in the sky: "I am a Vermilion Bird, I should burn the flame of the world!"

A fiery red appeared in the sky, and one after another burning meteorites fell from the sky and smashed on the earth's leyline divine dragon, emitting bursts of roaring sounds, and the dragon screamed!

Houtu vanished into the mountain, and a pale yellow light leaped among the dragons, moving from one dragon to another in an instant.

Uh~

With a mournful roar, the fire clouds dispersed, the meteorite disappeared, and I saw that Houtu had come to the back of Suzaku at some point, and a big hand passed through Suzaku's chest, and Suzaku exploded into a ball of flames and disappeared.

The sky sounded: "Houtu kill!"

Wow~ There was a burst of cheers from the audience, some cheered for Suzaku, and more shouted the name of Houtu.

The battlefield is becoming more and more intense, and the void space outside the Demon Realm outside the sky, as hundreds of millions of viewers cheer for the names of heroes one by one, the void space outside the Demon Realm flashes with strange lights, as if something is about to come out of it, or something is brewing.

The two-headed dragon who was the gatekeeper in the demon realm, four blood-red eyes looked solemnly at the shimmering sky, and a dull voice resounded in this space: "What are those things?

Just when the eyes of the Three Realms were attracted by the Flood Myth Competition, a quaint palace outside the Three Realms was rising and falling in chaos, and the plaque on the palace had three big characters written on it.

In the silent Zixiao Palace, an illusory roulette appeared out of thin air, and the roulette began to rotate slowly, and an invisible fluctuation radiated outward.

As soon as the fluctuation touched the wall of Zixiao Palace, Zixiao Palace suddenly burst into purple light, and it was blocked back in an instant.

An old figure appeared on the upper futon.

Hongjun smiled and said, "Tiandao, you're in a hurry!"

With his hand brushed in front of him, an illusory long river flowed in Zixiao Palace, and waves were set off on the long river, flowing up and down.

Hongjun laughed and said: "You set the general trend of the world, and push it one by one, you want the immeasurable tribulation to come, and the world will return to ruins." But now that the river of fate is unstable, it will eventually set off huge waves and wash away the river, and then everything will be possible. Now you should accompany Lao Dao and squat honestly in Zixiao Palace!"

Hongjun stretched out his hand a little, and the Heavenly Dao Roulette instantly fixed in place and trembled slightly, turning into a streamer that shot into Hongjun's forehead, Hongjun once again regained his ruthlessness and desirelessness, his eyes were dull, and his figure disappeared into Zixiao Palace.

The Zixiao Palace in the chaos has also been restored to its original state, the quaint palace is up and down in the chaos, and the Dao Ancestor is bound here for the flood.

Zhang Mingxuan sat in the VIP box, looking at the mythical battlefield of the flood wilderness, and let out bursts of admiration, it was really amazing! Even if he hung up, he couldn't kill them! He teased the girl heartlessly, completely unaware that he almost hung up.

An hour passed, and the stalemate of the war was finally decided, and it was the Netherworld Clans who were superior in skill and took the lead in destroying the altar of the Demon God Clan.

Beiju Luzhou stretched out, and inside a palace, several men sat cross-legged with their faces calm.

A middle-aged man in a white robe on the left smiled bitterly: "It's not a shame to lose to Hou Tu Niangniang." ”

A gloomy middle-aged man on the right side said, "The first time the lich met since the Great War of Antiquity, we actually lost. ”

The high-ranking golden-robed young man said with a gloomy face: "If Niang Niang makes a move, we won't lose, just like the ancients, she still stays out of the matter." ”

The white-robed middle-aged man's face changed, and he said, "Prince, be cautious! ”

The golden-robed young man snorted coldly, got up and walked out, walked through the main hall, a golden robe slowly changed into a monk's robe, and when he came to the outside of the main hall, he was already a monk with kind eyebrows, exuding a peaceful Buddha light around his body, turning into a ray of light and disappearing into the sky.

The white-robed middle-aged man shook his head and said, "After so many years in Buddhism, he hasn't learned any Buddhist skills!"

The next fat man smiled and said: "Bai Ze, what you said is biased, I think the prince has learned very well! ”

The middle-aged Bai Ze in a white robe said: "The skills I am talking about are the hypocrisy, hypocrisy, and lotus blossoming skills of Buddhism. Now what our demon clan needs is not a proud prince, but a hero who can do everything. ”

There was silence in the palace.

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