The calm came too quickly, and a moment ago it was still full of blood springs, the earth was cracking, and the sea of blood was surging monstrous waves, and suddenly it became calm.

The visions in various parts of the Wubu Continent were also rapidly fading, almost in the blink of an eye, the blood in the sky was gone, the roar in the depths of the earth was gone, the sky was clear, and a peaceful scene was clear.

Even, the vitality between heaven and earth is a little clearer than before.

The monks who didn't know what was going on today were asking what was going on in the Netherworld, and the bigwigs who knew about the battle of the capital city today were all paying attention to the outcome of the battle in the sea of blood.

But there was a dead silence everywhere in the Netherworld, without any superfluous sound, not the slightest breeze blowing.

The blood lake in front of the capital city did not have the slightest ripple;

Thousands of miles away, under the netherworld shattered by Yang Jian and the Styx River Ancestor, the large area of blood and water was also windless and waveless, and there were no ripples at all.

This sea of blood, which should have been filthy and evil, really turned into a dead sea at this time, so thick that it almost froze.

The smell turned into a foul smell, making the already somewhat depressing atmosphere more and more dull.

Yuding Zhenren stands in front of the masters of Buddhism, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor stands above the masters of Buddhism, and the ruined head of the capital city, the Yin Si and the Witch Department gather here.

Everything is silent, silent and boundless.

The 'sky' of the netherworld, which was not high, seemed to be slowly pressing.

The atmosphere was solemn and depressed to the extreme, and the whimpering sound that seemed to be there was even more chilling in people's hearts.

Gradually, many of the underworld yin divisions with low cultivation had some difficulty breathing.

If you feel it carefully, it is a kind of Dao rhyme, like the Dao rhyme emanating from the Avenue of Death, and like the wail of the Dao of Blood when it withers.

A cry suddenly broke the silence......

"Ancestor...... Why is the ancestor's breath gone!"

"Ancestor!"

The Shura crowd panicked one by one, it was the panic after losing the backbone of the main heart, one by one rushed to the nearest crack, the small half of the Shura crowd jumped directly into the sea of blood to search, and many figures were already kneeling by the pool of the sea of blood, crying constantly.

Finally, these movements they created made the air in the netherworld a little 'lighter', at least without that feeling of suffocation.

The strangeness of the Shura crowd made a group of old monks in Buddhism suddenly change their complexion.

They were trapped here at this time, and the Second Sect Leader Zhun Ti had not yet recovered his vitality, and if Yang Jian returned from the sea of blood safely and soundly, it would really be a catastrophe.

At this time, the Buddhist monks could only pin their hopes on Yang Jian and Styx to be defeated and even destroyed......

"It is not advisable to stay here for a long time," Randen said to the monks, "I will go to stop the real person of Yuding, and I will do my best to protect the saint master from the netherworld, return to the Spirit Mountain, and open the great array." ”

When he said this, his face was sincere and full of sorrow, and it could be said that there was no flaw.

"The ancient Buddha can't," an old monk sighed, "The ancient Buddha is the pillar of Buddhism, and the poor monk should sacrifice his life to entangle the real person of Yuding, and you should go." ”

"It's better for you and me to shoot at the same time, and if you can't say it, you can delay the jade dingyi for three moments. ”

"Amitabha, sacrificing one's life to preach the Tao is also a practice. ”

The lamp was just a head, and all the old Buddhist monks took out the spirit of sacrificing their lives and forgetting death, and looked at the real person of Yuding with a pair of eyes.

At the beginning, he said that he was going to burn the lamp desperately with Yuding, but he came to Zhun Ti's side with a moved face, made a Buddhist salute to Zhun Ti, and asked in a low voice: "Second sect master, today's things are already undoable, it is better to go back to Lingshan earlier." ”

"Get out. ”

The words popped out of Zhun Ti's mouth, and the meditating saint opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of golden light.

Lighting the lamp and taking a half step back, his hands condensed the light of the green lantern Buddha, his face stiffened, and then he returned to his previous compassionate appearance.

On the side, a disciple sneered: "What can you do if you go back to Lingshan? Yang Jian doesn't dare to go to Lingshan? I think the ancient Buddha wants to take advantage of the chaos to get out." ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk's heart to the Buddha, all the Buddhas learn together!" Randen replied with some sadness and indignation, but the person who counted him only chuckled, folded his hands, and closed his eyes.

Lighting the lamp and still talking, I was inexplicably shocked.

Click!

The purple-black electric dragon spread its teeth and claws in the sky above the Netherworld, and a sense of desolation swirled around in this dark world.

Zhun Ti had returned to normal and slowly stood up.

The extent of his injuries is probably best known only to the meritorious saint himself.

With his hands folded, the golden robe fluttered in the wind, and the place where he stood was rendered with golden light, which slowly diffused and soon enveloped the Buddhist monks.

The old monks chanted the scriptures together, reciting the Zhun Tidra Sutra, which was originally used to pray for blessings, and at this time was blessed by the monks with Buddhism, so that the golden lotus floated everywhere in the netherworld, and it seemed that a huge Dharma was being carried out.

Click, click-

Another electric dragon appeared in the sky above the Netherworld, but this time, when the staggered lightning flashed, a black shadow appeared between heaven and earth, and the murderous aura overshadowed the Buddha's light and the golden lotus in the blink of an eye.

It's just that this breath made several old monks who were already injured spit blood from their mouths, and it also made the chanting sound weaker and weaker.

The electric dragon flashed wildly, shining in the sky above the Netherworld and the underground of Wubu Continent, and also illuminated the figure standing above the heads of the monks more and more clearly.

This is naturally not the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, compared to the ancient emperor who stood up and wore the human emperor's battle armor and had dragon qi to protect him anytime and anywhere, this figure was a little dark, a little cold, and a little intimidating.

It is like a terrible ghost who crawls out of the abyss to ask for his life, which makes the monks who are profound in Buddhism feel timid.

The purple-black thunder shone on the long hair clinging to the blood, and the strong but not half bloated muscles seemed to contain the infinite power to shatter this heaven and earth.

He was too dark, but his eyes were still bright.

"Yang Jian!" a beautiful female leader of the Shura clan rushed out of the viscous sea of blood and shouted at the figure, "Where is my ancestor!"

Yang Jian didn't speak, and a water ball slowly condensed in the palm of his left hand, and casually threw the water ball at the Shura clan leader who was shouting.

The water polo swelled in the wind, attracting the attention of the Tao.

Most people originally thought that the water balloon was a miracle power, but when the water balloon swelled to the size of half a zhang, the shriveled corpse inside that seemed to be wrapped in mercury slowly emerged, and everyone gasped.

Styx Ancestor!

It's just that at this time, the Styx Ancestor is really too miserable, as if it is a half-melted wax figure, and its skin is covered with blue-blue paste.

Originally, these pastes were all flowing blood elements, but at this time the blood was steamed dry.

The corpse had no eyes, ears, nose, or beard, only a terrifying mouth with two rows of sharp teeth in its mouth, and the severed sword pierced through the terrifying mouth and shattered the spirit of the monster's corpse.

This monster is the true body of the Styx Ancestor.

The Styx Ancestor was originally the spirit of the sea of blood, and it was reasonable that his true body was a little terrifying, but the Styx Ancestor, who was known as the immortal if the sea of blood did not dry up, ended up in such a miserable end......

Many people subconsciously glanced at the sea of blood, but saw that the sea of blood was calm, although they felt that there was something less than before, but it still existed.

Yang Jian's voice drifted away from the air......

"The sea of blood does not wither, the River Styx does not die?, but that's it. ”

The Shura crowd pounced and tried to catch the body of the Styx Ancestor, but as soon as one person touched the water ball, the water ball suddenly exploded, and the body of the Styx River inside ignited black flames.

Is that...... Karmic fire?

I never thought that the body of Styx would just be extinguished, and the corpse would be ignited by karmic fire, and it would be directly turned into ashes in front of the masters of the Shura clan.

If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, the ancestor of the Styx River has accumulated boundless karma since ancient times, and when he is still in the way, the way of heaven cannot move him;

He died, and after his body broke away from the water ball released by Yang Jian, he was directly liquidated by the Heavenly Dao, which was also considered unpleasant.

"Amitabha. ”

Zhun Ti folded his hands together and made a Buddhist salute to the body of the Styx Ancestor who was about to burn out.

Yang Jian's figure slowly descended from the air, holding the dragon spear in his left hand and the Yuan Tu sword in his right hand, which had been completely settled.

More than 100 old monks gathered around Zhun Ti as if they were facing a great enemy, looking at Yang Jian with vigilant eyes.

A sudden voice came from the side: "Can you use it as a teacher?"

"No need, Master just rest," Yang Jian turned his head and said, squeezing a slightly bitter smile at Yuding Zhenren.

When he looked at Zhun Ti, he didn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

Yang Jian said coldly: "I'm very curious, what is the body of the second sect leader of Zhun Ti. ”

"Yang Jian, you are rampant!" Burning the lamp jumped out and scolded, Yang Jian threw out a sword light in his right hand, the sword light split and disappeared, and appeared strangely three inches in front of the burning lamp, and without waiting for the burning lamp to react, he was directly cut through the golden body.

With a pop, blood spurted wildly from the mouth of the lamp.

"You too will die today, so don't be in a hurry. ”

Yang Jian said coldly, stood opposite the Buddhist monks, and took a breath gently.

Xiao Zhou Tian Star Fighting Array...... The Great Array of Seas......

The stars reflected Yang Jian's long hair dyed red by the sea of blood, and the sound of the tide surging was endless, as if Yang Jian had taken away the only vitality of the sea of blood.

The face of the Zhun Ti saint was as gloomy as water, and he said in a low voice: "I can't take a step back today?"

"If I don't rush back, will you let Hou Tu Niang go?"

Quasi-Timoran.

A young monk gritted his teeth and said: "The flood is respected by the strong, and I have endured it in the West until now, but I still have to be pressed by Your Excellency, is this fair to me in the West?"

Yang Jian smiled coldly and did not answer, this kind of young man who realized that the entire flood desolation owed him the position of a saint, he didn't have to answer anything at all.

Yang Jian slowly lifted the Yuan Tu Sword, and the sword pointed at Zhun Ti.

Zhun Ti frowned, and said coldly: "The saint is immortal and immortal, even if you and I shatter the flood today, I can't help it." ”

"Really?" Yang Jianfeng shook to the side, and many people looked in the direction that Jianfeng was pointing at, and saw two red and black flames surrounded by all the Shura.

Yang Jian sneered: "The guy who said that last time was about to burn out." ”

"Yang Jian, don't deceive people too much!" Zhun Ti's eyes almost wanted to drip blood, but at this time, he completely ignored his saint face and lowered his position.

Maybe Zhun Tizhen has been in the position of a saint for too long, and he really thinks that the face of a saint will be more important than the life of a saint.

Yang Jian smiled coldly, didn't say anything, and took a step forward.

Dozens of old monks suddenly made a move, and it seemed that they had already discussed it with their voices, and when Yang Jian made a move, these dozens of old monks formed a big Buddha seal at the same time, and spewed out a six-character mantra in their mouths, and suppressed Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his head and laughed, his laughter was full of ridicule and ridicule, allowing the Buddha to be in the body, with his mantra, standing in the light of the Buddha, just like the most invincible demon king.

Then the sword flashed;

Then the shadow of the gun fell;

Yang Jian's figure rushed forward, and the remnants of the Dao Dao appeared beside the monks, and the spear was like a gust of wind pointing at Zhun Ti's throat.

"Retreat!"

Zhun Ti let out a cold drink, inhaled sharply, and his body suddenly swelled.

The saint's dharma body reappeared, only this time, the saint's dharma body was only seven feet high, with only one head and only two arms.