Chapter 720： alliance

The Heavenly Ji Daojun's face turned dark, and he subconsciously wanted to reprimand him.

They said they would not hurt each other before the war? As a result, as soon as I hit, I just got a breath!

"Chen Chen...you are too much..."

Chen Shen heard that he looked at Daojun Tianji with a smile on his face.

The Heavenly Ji Daojun suddenly felt cold for some reason, and blurted out: "It's too powerful..."

Chen Shen helplessly said: "To be honest, I didn't expect my current strength to be so strong. If it weren't for the last minute to stop, I'm afraid it would be a big mistake!"

All the Mahayana peak monks heard this silently.

This person is really too capable of pretending to be, and if the Heavenly Mystery Daoist said you, you are still breathing.

But there is no way, this person is indeed strong, they dare not provoke.

"Ahem, let's heal the evil temple master first."

Tianji Daojun couldn't listen anymore, turned his head, and came to the front of the Evil God Temple Lord.

……

half a day later.

The Lord of the Evil God Temple finally regained consciousness, and thanks to the pill given by Chen Chen, otherwise he would have to cultivate for hundreds of years to return to normal.

was beaten like this by Chen Chen, the Lord of the Evil God Temple was very frustrated, and he sat there with his head down from beginning to end, without saying a word.

As for the others, they are officially discussing the alliance of the true spirit world.

This time, no one had any objections, and all of them agreed that Chen Chen would temporarily be the leader of the alliance.

After all, the realm of comprehension is always strong in order to have the right to speak. After Chen Chen revealed such an overwhelming strength today, everything became natural.

……

At the same time, in the Underworld.

Fighting Saint King returned to Mingyuanzong with more than a dozen Saint Kings. As soon as everyone showed up, a Mingyuanzong monk flew over and reported: "Several Saint Kings, it seems that the true spirit world An accident happened and the space channel was closed."

Fighting Saint King frowned: "Closed? What the **** is the monk over there? Take me to see."

The cultivator of Mingyuanzong immediately led the way when he heard the words, and it didn't take long for him to reach the space channel.

The space channel between this kind of big world is extremely stable, even with their strength, it can't be shaken, and now it is closed, there can only be one reason, and that is the formation of the real spirit world.

Behind the fighting sage king, a sage king carefully sensed the formation, his face became very ugly.

" is the formation method of the Wan Lingding. Originally, the Wan Lingding was only used to guard the Mingyuan Sect, but now it is used to close the passage... There are two possibilities for this happening.

In the first type, the puppet Saint King betrayed the Underworld Realm and took refuge in the True Spirit Realm.

The second type, the True Spirit Realm of the Underworld Sect was forcibly captured. "

Another holy king said: "The second reason is unlikely. There is a magical formation, even if the Mahayana pinnacles of the true spirit world come out, it may not be able to break through the defense of the Mingyuanzong in such a short time.

I guess the demon puppet Saint King betrayed the Underworld Realm. "

After he finished saying this, the cultivator of the Mingyuanzong next to him whispered: "Half a day ago, the **** turtle went to the real spirit world. I don't know if this matter has anything to do with him."

The Fighting Saint King gave him a look and said lightly: "Fine, no matter what happens, the channel of the true spirit world is blocked. We can't go to the true spirit world for the time being, let alone retrieve the miraculous cauldron.

The most urgent task now is to find other holy kings first. "

All the saint kings nodded upon hearing the words.

In the previous battle with the fairy in white, although they won in the end, they failed to kill the fairy in white, but let him escape.

In addition, the four holy kings, including the Saint King of Styx and the Saint King of Ziwei, saved their lives under the sword of the white fairy, and finally escaped and disappeared without a trace.

These four holy kings have not experienced the resurrection, so strictly speaking, they are not the same person now.

"Fighting Saint King, how much power of faith do I need to summon the ghost clone?"

asked a holy king.

Fighting Saint King hesitated for a while, and replied: "The power of faith provided by monks of different cultivation levels is different. Originally, only the sanctuary monks in the Underworld Realm were enough to summon the ghost clone.

But some time ago, the immortal massacred for a while, and now the hundreds of thousands of elites who have gone to the true spirit world have all lost contact. Now if you want to summon the avatar of the underworld, I am afraid that it will be impossible.

I'm afraid that only if the senior in Mingyuan exerts his strength. "

The saint king who opened his mouth suggested: "If this is the case, then I think we should gather all the Mahayana in the Underworld Realm first, and then talk about it. If you lose again, it will be more difficult to summon the Underworld clone in the future."

Hearing his proposal, the Fighting Saint King slightly nodded.

"Also, where are the Mahayana monks in your respective sanctuary hiding, you should all know? Let them all come here, I will first convert them into followers of the Underworld."

After he said this, all the holy kings took out the communication tokens and began to gather the Mahayana monks in their sanctuary who had gone out to take refuge because of the massacre of the immortals.

When the transmission was almost finished, the Fighting Saint King began to arrange the task.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen Saint Kings to leave the Mingyuanzong, to look for the Styx Saint King and others, and visit their sanctuary by the way.

……

Three days later, more than a dozen holy kings returned to Mingyuanzong.

But let alone find the Saint King of Styx and the others, it is the shadow of the four Saint Kings, they have not seen it.

But they didn't get nothing, at least they brought back all the Mahayana monks under the Styx Saint King and Ziwei Saint King.

At this moment, almost all Mahayana monks of the entire Underworld Realm gathered in the Underworld Sect.

Fighting Saint King stood at the highest point, looking down at hundreds of Mahayana monks with a faint smile, and then took out the statue of Hades.

All the Mahayana were panicked when they saw this strange scene, especially those Mahayana monks who were forcibly brought back.

"Senior Saint King Fighting, what are you doing? I want to see Saint King Yungan!"

Among the crowd, Yunkun, who has benefited a lot from Chen Chen, said loudly.

"Sacred King Yungan has been killed by the immortal. The contradiction between our Netherworld realm and the immortal realm is irreconcilable, but there is no way to the heavens. Apart from the immortal realm, we can also rely on the underworld.

The Fighting Saint King said coldly, and then raised the **** of the underworld.

The 　　 Ming **** statue soon glowed with red light, covering hundreds of Mahayana monks.

The eyes of hundreds of Mahayana monks were struggling first, and then became confused.

A seductive voice began to echo in their ears.

"Whoever believes in me will never die."

Hearing this, many people's hearts were shaken.

Immortality... Isn't this the purpose of the monk's cultivation?

Now as long as you believe in the gods, you can achieve this goal, so what is there to hesitate?

So some monks chose to believe in the **** of the gods in their hearts, and a strange power began to emanate from them and passed on to the **** of gods. .

The 　　 Ming **** statue quickly gave feedback, and a large amount of law insight was fed back to these cultivators, allowing the strength of these cultivators to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this magical scene, more and more monks, under the bewitching of that voice, chose to believe in the **** of the gods. After a while, the cracks in the **** of the gods became smaller.