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Chapter 896 His opponent is... Tiandao!  !

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    All those who were stared at by Xuehai Mingzi like a prehistoric beast all shuddered.

    The gaze of this Xuehai Mingzi is too terrifying, like a magic soldier.

    Everyone couldn't help avoiding Xuehai Mingzi's gaze, even Taichu, who was rebellious by nature, avoided it again, unlike facing this lunatic.

    Only Bu Feifan, supercilious, looking at the prehistoric, the sage does not come out, dare to fight the world.

    "you are very funny."

    Xue Hai Mingzi stared at Bu Feifan, and was very interested in Bu Feifan, "When there is a chaotic battle, I will choose you as my opponent."

    Bu Feifan didn't speak, but the expressions of Chacha and the three Yanjuns changed wildly. There were few strong men on their side, so they finally invited Bu Feifan, and they expected him to fight against the top of the prehistoric three parties.  master.

    But he didn't expect that before the war broke out, he was already being targeted by the lunatic Xue Haimingzi, and now the pressure on his side was even greater.

    Chacha's complexion was very ugly. When she saw the crowd of the three major forces, she immediately felt inferior.

    "Did we have no one?"

    Chacha said coldly, and greeted the three Senluo Yanjun behind him.

    Immediately the three Senluo Yanjun understood, waved their big hands, the aura fluttered, and a cloud of spiritual mist shrouded them. Countless shouts came from behind Bu Feifan like a tide, and figures persistent in fighting appeared one after another.

    Yin soldiers borrow the way, and all spirits travel at night.

    A series of shadowy figures exuding the breath of death appeared from the spiritual mist, either as pale corpses with bloodless skin, or as ghost generals covered in black armor, or as white bone skeletons.

    The spiritual energy is soaring, surrounded by evil spirits, and the tragic killing spirit reverberates. In terms of momentum alone, it does not belong to the heavenly soldiers and generals of the heavenly court at all.

    Bu Feifan was a little speechless, what's the use of that.

    ? It looks good from the momentum, but this stop depends not on the number of people and momentum, but on each other's top standing strength.

    Originally, Bu Feifan was still imagining that with his own strength, he should have no problem facing Shang Dashizhi Bodhisattva and Taichu. Even if he could not win, he would not be invincible. At least he could move to these two great forces for his own side.

    But now he is being targeted by Xuehai Mingzi, a Xuehai Mingzi is already terrifying.

    "Do your best and depend on God's will."

    Bu Feifan made a decision in his heart and made his own efforts. If everything still can't be turned around, no wonder he is to blame.

    Everyone is waiting and watching, they are waiting, and when Empress Hou Tu will resurrect the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it will be the biggest time for the three great forces to make a move.

    Just at this moment, an incomparable ray of light erupted from behind, the aura of a saint filled the air, impacting the heavens and the earth, even piercing through the walls of the underworld.

    Huge momentum, unprecedented shock.

    "It's now, let's do it!"

    Everyone from the three parties' eyes flashed and shouted loudly.

    The battle is about to start!

    The three forces of the prehistoric and wilderness quickly fought with Bu Feifei's ghosts and soldiers like a mad dragon, as if three tributaries had converged into a huge black torrent.

    There was a lot of shouting and killing, the light of supernatural powers everywhere, the sound of weapons clashing, the sound of armor breaking, the sound of corpses falling to the ground, and the sound of corpses being broken open.

    The Yin Court was terribly shocked, and the murderous aura rushed to the sky.

    The three Senluo Yanjun roared wildly one by one, and first chose the twenty-eight stars in the Eastern Heavenly Court. With the strength of their three quasi-sages, it was the best choice to face the twenty-eight Daluo Jinxians.

    The densely packed yin soldiers behind them directly fought together with the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Eastern Heavenly Court and other ministries like locusts overwhelming the land. If it weren't for the unique armor of both sides, the fighting was fierce for a while, and it was difficult to distinguish the enemy from us.

    At this moment, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao moved, and the first one to do it was Taichu, who rushed directly to Bu Feifan.

    But Bu Feifan's eyes flashed, and he said, "Chacha, help me stop this person. My Taixue is more powerful in Zen Buddhism, which can increase my chances of winning."

    Chacha immediately understood, and also had some understanding of Bu Feifan's methods. He had created several poems aimed at Zen, otherwise he would not have taken such a blood feud with Zen.

    "Okay! Then be careful yourself."

    Chacha directly intercepted Taichu.

    "If you want to kill the extraordinary, now you have passed my level!"

    Chacha screamed coquettishly, her palms glowed, directly blocking Taichu.

    In the early days, the pupils were upside down, the qi and blood were like a rainbow, and the blood qi was surging, and he was so close to Chacha.up.

    Bu Feifan didn't say a word, took a step, and rushed directly to the place of Zen Buddhism. Bodhisattva Kong Kongzang pinched the Buddha's finger and faced Bu Feifan's arrival with a smile.

    The killing intent in Bodhisattva Bodhisattva's eyes soared, and he held a Buddhist knife in his hand. The Buddha's power was so powerful that it illuminated half of the entire underworld.

    At the same time, Nine Nether Demon Realm.

    On a dilapidated general worship platform, there is a dark red patch on it. It is the blood of gods and demons, which almost dyes the entire general worship platform red, and it is stained with blood.

    The billowing demonic energy was surging, covering the entire Nine Nether Demon Realm, and there were faintly visible ancient demonic words whispering.

    A black-haired man in a black robe stood in front of the altar.

    Behind him, there was also a bald man in a black robe kneeling on the ground. This man had a ferocious face with black magic lines on his face. It was the guardian of the black robe.

    On the stage of worshiping the general, there is an illusory light curtain, in which there are indistinct figures, and countless figures are fighting frantically, which is exactly the scene of the Nine Netherworld.

    "Mazu, are you sure we don't want to participate?"

    The black-robed guardian asked.

    "No, our existence is more frightening to Honghuang than the resurrection of the twelve ancestor witches. If we don't show up, if we participate in it, we may even be targeted. If they turn your blade, come and kill us."  The knife is facing us, but it is not beautiful." The long-haired man in black said flatly.

    "Furthermore, the war in the demon lord's world has reached its most important moment, and we cannot be distracted at this time."

    The words of the long-haired man in black made the black-robed guardian suddenly look up.

    "What, the demon lord is fighting in their world?! With the demon lord's eternal strength, is there anyone in that world who can fight the demon lord?" asked the black-robed guardian.

    The long-haired man in black was silent for a moment, then turned around.

    "The opponent of the devil is not a human being."

    "not human?"

    Puzzled eyes appeared in the eyes of the black-robed guardian.

    "The demon lord is fighting against the sky in that world, and his opponent is the way of heaven."

    "What!!!"

    The black-robed Dharma Guardian looked terrified, the content was too terrifying, but when he heard it, he felt the urge to break out in a cold sweat.

    At this moment, a man in black with long hair said: "The hundred-year deadline is approaching, just wait for the devil to come!"

    "yes!"

    The black-robed Dharma protector said respectfully, and took his leave slowly.

    Nine nether worlds.

    The killing was like a frenzy, and the battle was in full swing.

    There were corpses everywhere, blood flowed horizontally, and the tragic sound echoed.

    But no one gave up. The heavenly soldiers and generals, the eight tribes of the heavenly court, and the underworld soldiers were killing wildly in the underworld. These figures had cold eyes and ruthless attacks.

    The battle armor was cut to pieces by the weapon, the arm was cut off, and the blood was flowing, but as long as it was not dead, it was still killing.

    There is no survival on the battlefield, only death battle!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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