Chapter 122

"Roar!"

In the colorful divine fruit, there was endless roar, like thousands of animals surging, broken breath winding, like loneliness, broken dead light, disappearing all things in heaven and earth.

The colorful fruit flew out, the heaven and earth hummed, and the Tianluo chain was shrouded in silver light. It was one lag. It passed through the chain in an instant, and came to the old man in the void.

The gray air flow communicated with Jiutian Avenue. Everything around seemed to be on the verge of destruction. Before it was near, the old man felt an irresistible smell of decay, and his mind was shocked in an instant.

"Not good."

With a whisper in his mouth, the divine light roared in the old man's body, opened the void behind him, and a small world appeared. A little under the old man's feet, he entered the small world, and his whole body flowed like an immortal God.

At the beginning of heaven and earth, the big clock roared, chaos surged, all kinds of precious lights appeared at the beginning of heaven and earth, the rules of the holy land were intertwined, and the immeasurable divine light was enveloped.

"Boom."

The world roars and the sky collapses. Under the ground, Jiuyou yellow spring emerges, a yellow river full of dead silence flows continuously, and ancient black pagodas are superimposed one layer after another into ten halls of hell, from which the ghost spirit diffuses.

At the foot of the old man, he stepped into the ten halls of hell. A coffin appeared in it, breathing endless dead breath. The laws of the Holy Land intertwined, and the whole world was dark and dark.

The light of the colored divine fruit flashed and rushed into the small world. The endless dark death washed away, and the light dimmed for a few minutes. The roaring sound of fierce animals in it was also gradually depressed at the moment.

"Broken."

Outside the world, Chen Xiaoming, who is fighting against the Tianluo chain, was stunned to see such a scene. Is this layout, the old man creating the netherworld?

But the breath is obviously wrong. There is no other shore flower, no alternative bridge, no 18 layers of hell, and no place of reincarnation. The whole world is dead and ghost filled, just like a dead area.

However, he was just stunned. Chen Xiaoming didn't have that interest. Now we will discuss these with him.

Arouse the disillusionment in the colorful fruit. Let him break the nondescript underworld.

Above the colored fruit, a gray air current cuts through the small world. In an instant, a burst of destruction is intended to permeate the old man's world.

"Tear."

The gray air moved and tore open a void, and the endless breath of destruction spread in the world. The old man stood on the ten halls of hell, and the divine light surged in his body. The sky was sharp and slapped on the death coffin behind him. The terrible death almost turned into reality and shrouded the whole small world in an instant.

There seemed to be countless grievances wailing in the endless dead spirit. Chen Xiaoming and the cruel emperor, who were facing the enemy outside the world, changed greatly when they heard this sound.

The wailing sound was not intertwined with the laws of the holy land, but the unwilling cry of the real deceased before he died.

Chen Xiaoming glanced at the sad voice that enveloped the whole small world, and looked at the old man with a murderous intention.

Unexpectedly, so many people were slaughtered to refine a coffin. Chen Xiaoming's intention to kill the old man froze the surrounding void, shot out, and rushed directly into the small world.

"Hahaha, come on, let you disappear in my holy land."

The old man burst out laughing and looked at Chen Xiaoming who took the initiative to come in. He couldn't help being happier. With a move of his right hand, Tianluo outside the world immediately closed up and directly blocked the world exit. Then Tianluo chains filled the air and blocked the whole sky.

"You are lucky to die under the siege of my heaven and earth evil. You deserve to be proud!"

The old man laughed confidently, the dark yellow spring flowing underground gushed out, the dead spirit of the whole world gathered, and the Tianluo chain in the sky contracted slowly, trying to suppress Chen Xiaoming.

Ten black pagodas flew out, turned into ten halls, and Yan Luo flew to Chen Xiaoming's head, ready to Yongzhen Chen Xiaoming under the earth evil spirit.

"Back."

Chen Xiaoming looked up and looked at the colorful fruit of the constant struggle between disillusionment and death. With a move in his right hand, he directly recalled it and integrated it into his body.

"Ha ha, from now on, I will let you fall forever."

The old man is elated. In his holy land, he is the God, which leads to the law of the holy land. The holy power is shrouded in the pagoda, and the dark yellow spring under the ground is pouring out, constantly approaching Chen Xiaoming. Above the sky, the Tianluo chain is firmly rooted, cutting off all the retreat of Chen Xiaoming.

Feeling the huge pressure, Chen Xiaoming was like carrying a world on his shoulder. Wounds appeared on his body, and blood gushed out.

With a frown, facing such a situation, Chen Xiaoming took a deep breath and looked down at the silver gun of blood origin.

"There's no way. It's up to you."

With a murmur in his mouth, the last blood source in Chen Xiaoming's body burst into a bright silver light, and the void behind him was opened, leading another figure at the end of the endless void.

A huge willow shadow appeared and three branches hung down, which is the vision that Chen Xiaoming has been using.

"Go."

The silver spear in his hand stabbed out at his vision. The void was broken. Chen Xiaoming didn't hesitate. Holding the silver spear in both hands, he probed in again.

The silver light shrouded Chen Xiaoming, but the gray air still broke Chen Xiaoming's body. His mind kept moving and recovering. Relying on the blood force in the silver spear and the recovery function of the system, Chen Xiaoming tried to drag the huge tree shadow again.

His body has been dying and reborn under the gray air flow. Chen Xiaoming gritted his teeth and insisted. If he hadn't had a silver spear in his hand, he would have been extinguished into ash by the terrible breath at the moment.

The old man was puzzled when he saw Chen Xiaoming's behavior, but he was also a decisive man. The lion and the rabbit still needed all his strength. Therefore, he could never give Chen Xiaoming a chance to fight back when he was dying.

Ten black pagodas are integrated into the death weapon, ten halls of hell, and the nether yellow spring surges, which attracts the power of the world and turns into the spring of earth evil. Under the net of heaven, the living creatures are extinct.

The whole holy land world has been evolved to the extreme, and the endless power has enveloped Chen Xiaoming, but Chen Xiaoming is biting his teeth and sticking to it desperately.

It's almost OK, but the attack has hit, and the old man won't give Chen Xiaoming any more time.

"Whew."

At this time, a figure emerged and went up resolutely. The figure held a fairy sword with a diffuse sword, tore through the void and resisted the three offensives.

The figure is the cruel emperor. In order to kill Chen Xiaoming, the old man released the blockade of the world and around, and the cruel emperor had the opportunity to come in.

"Save me, I'll give it back to you."

The voice of the cruel emperor came into Chen Xiaoming's ears, and then his delicate body greeted him.

"No."

The power of terror almost wiped out the sword of the cruel emperor in the blink of an eye, and then the power of terror fell directly, trying to wipe out the cruel emperor.

The ruthless emperor's whole body is gray, the air flow moves, and the magic skill of swallowing heaven moves to the extreme. The terrible suction absorbs all the dead Qi around him and turns it into a startling blow.

Just when the cruel emperor was ready to continue, a bright silver light appeared at his feet. His body was suddenly imprisoned and the avenue lines were engraved. The cruel emperor quickly turned his head and saw Chen Xiaoming looking at himself with a proud smile on his face.

"It's not that easy to pay me back!"