Drinking it once, day and night in Wurao Emperor's realm were reversed, and yin and yang were confused.

Visions of Fengdu rose up in various places, and the structure of eighteen levels of hell was formed, with tall ghost towers and numerous forest halls.

The Lords of Hell in the ten palaces either hold edicts, carry seals, carry chains, or hang swords... Each one is a hundred feet tall, looking down upon the underworld. When he appears, he issues edicts to hundreds of ghosts.

So hundreds of ghosts walked at night, howling across the border. Wherever they went, the living would give way and the dead would go around.

The Forgotten River surges with boundless force, pouring into the eighteen levels of hell, submerging everything.

The Wurao Emperor Realm was directly overturned by the red and turbid water, and the spirits of life and death were sinking and floating in it.

This realm rules the Great Road, and is placed in the endless River of Forgetfulness. Yukunpeng, who naturally hides under the deep sea of ​​the Great Road, appears under such a sea of ​​suffering as if he has thrown himself into a trap.

"Hua! Chang! Lamp!"

Yu Lao's shouts were full of despair.

He clearly has tried his best, but they are both Holy Emperors. The Kunpeng Holy Emperor proudly dominates the world, and the Yunshan Holy Emperor covers the sky with one hand.

One step, one step.

No matter how much Yu Lao jumps around, he is like a clown, unable to escape from the palm of Hua Changdeng's hand.

A pile of bones, an altar of hundreds of ghosts.

The fire of karma is faint, and the yin cao can be repaired.

"die!"

An altar of hundreds of ghosts is built high above the Wangchuan River. This altar towers into the black sky and blocks all roads. A long lantern stands on the altar, transforming into the Lord of Fengdu.

He hunted ghosts in his hands and cut them down with one sword after another.

Under the boundless Forgotten River, Kun beasts kept wailing, and the bloody water gurgled, with each wave getting higher than the next.

The roaring breath of death not only drowned Yu Lao in the Forgotten River, but even Xu Xiaoshou, who had transformed into a ball of loess, felt suffocated on his face.

"powerful……"

Terribly strong!

Incredibly strong!

Hua Changdeng wields the sword with ease, which is extremely freehand.

But the condescending aura of the Lord of Fengdu is like seeing the bright moon and feeling like a duckweed is like me. It is really unshakable.

"Loving the common people is nothing more than becoming a virtual ancestor, right?"

"Is this the fighting power of the Eight Masters who were able to stop their advance and cut off two of their fingers, leaving a scar on their neck?"

Xu Xiaoshou discovered that along the way, he had never seen the frontal combat power of Yanyan Ancient Sword Cultivator, the most amazing person in the so-called "unlimited" heyday.

Gu Laoqiang opened the mysterious door, but he could only glimpse a corner of the mystery, but could not use half of the sword.

Eight Masters of Swords I rushed to the ruins of the gods, but I only made a brief comment. In fact, I still had to use my sword to slay the evil spirit.

This is all within the scope of cognition.

Huachang Deng seems to have surpassed Xu Xiaoshou's understanding of combat effectiveness.

Compared with Rao Wangze, who is destroyed by the wind and perishes by evil spirits, the fighting power displayed by the Holy Emperor of Yunshan is more than a thousand times, ten thousand times higher!

Liu Fuyu once made a sword from Fengdu.

Apart from the imagery in the "Guan Jian Canon", that was the pinnacle use of ghost swordsmanship that Xu Xiaoshou had ever seen in the real world.

But Liu Fuyu's sword in Fengdu is like a drop in the ocean or a pebble in the galaxy, compared to Hua Changdeng's master in Fengdu.

"The gap of thirty years is really so outrageous. Is this the 'unlimited limit' of ancient sword cultivation?"

In the weird magic state, Xu Xiaoshou turned into loess and had no scalp, but his scalp was still numb for a while.

No wonder Ba Zun admitted frankly that he was ashamed of himself when it came to ghost swordsmanship.

No wonder the Eight Masters once said that if you want to learn ghost swordsmanship, there is only one master of Fengdu in the world, so just go and observe the swordsmanship of Hua Changdeng.

At this moment, after seeing the performance of Huachang Lantern Sword killing Yu Lao, Xu Xiaoshou even started to worry about Lao Ba.

This leader of the holy slaves who walked from the Tiansang Ling Palace to the realm of ghosts and Buddhas has always been the pinnacle of the five realms for those who resist the prison and pursue freedom.

Even though he was disabled and in unstable condition, he basically couldn't fight in various battles. After only sitting in the tent, his performance was still like a miracle.

His existence is a miracle, a possibility squeezed out of the impossible.

It was with his young sword that he tore open a corner of the prison cage made by the Five Holy Emperors' families, causing light to pour in, and the weeds growing under the shade of the big tree appeared.

But can a tree or a clump of grass really be a match for a whole life, as well as these gods and Buddhas on the ladder to heaven?

A hungry sponge, frantically absorbing the nutrients of ghost swordsmanship.

Xu Xiaoshou no longer wanted to think too much. He was in Fengdu, felt the same, and frantically analyzed the core of Hua Changdeng, the sword master of Fengdu.

Together with the three sword ghosts, body ghost, spirit ghost, and mind ghost, he is stealing the master.

His body, soul, and mind are three-dimensional, and he has become a Taoist. He can't create it on his own, and he doesn't believe that he can't steal Hua Changdeng's three-sword sword ghost.

Of course the stolen ones cannot be surpassed!

But Xu Xiao was not only fascinated by the Sword Demon, he was also studying the Eight Masters' Sword Demon.

He knew very well that only when these three-sword sword ghosts and two-sword swordsmen were all brought under the famous swordsmanship, even if the eight masters were defeated by then, would he have the possibility of being better than his master.

"Um?"

On the Altar of Hundred Ghosts, the Hua Chang Lantern hunted ghosts Wushuang, and suddenly let out a soft cry.

He stopped and made a behavior that was completely different from what Wurao Huang Tu remembered - he looked at Huang Tu!

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

After saying these words, Xu Xiaoshou knew that he had been exposed.

The grotesque magic tricks turn the fictitious into reality and have the effect of concealing the truth.

What's more, Xu Xiao's three realms of body, spirit and mind are all transcendental. It couldn't be easier to pretend to be a handful of dirt.

But Huachangdeng can see through...

It’s expected and reasonable!

This extraordinary person may be far better than him in terms of guidance, but how powerful is the Holy Emperor's perception?

I've been able to spy for so long, use weird tricks to achieve great results, and use devious directions to achieve great results. I've already made a profit!

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou no longer hid, Huo Di stood up, returned to his original form from a handful of loess:

"Haha, I was discovered by you, Hua Jianxian, you are so strong."

The wind howls and the clouds surge.

"There!"

In the distance, Yue Gongli's voice came.

Not long after Xu Xiaoshou appeared, two figures passed by in mid-air. It was the Huachang Lantern in white clothes, which was undoubtedly separated from the Yuegong in the Chinese robe.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Without saying a word, Hua Changdeng held down the hunting ghost and was about to draw his sword.

Yue Gongli grabbed his arm. Compared to Hua Changdeng's coldness, he really looked like a fox. He actually looked overjoyed:

"Master Shou?!"

His voice was full of surprise, like an old friend meeting again for the first time after a long separation, and he wanted to reveal something:

"Isn't the ladder to heaven blocked by resentment?"

"You can actually come up here. You are better than the old slut!"

He looked around and saw nothing unusual, and there seemed to be no arrangement by Xu Xiaoshou.

Of course, Yue Gongli knew very well that all the arrangements were in vain in front of Hua Changdeng. After pretending, he said again:

"Master Shou, you and I have not seen each other for half a year, but you miss me so much."

"This time when you came to the Holy Emperor's secret realm, you actually didn't go to the Han Palace Emperor's realm. You didn't come to Tingyuge to find me, and you didn't give me a chance to show my friendship as a landlord..."

He seemed to have completely forgotten how he searched for Xu Xiaoshou in Tingyu Pavilion against the maid and Yue Gongjie.

As he spoke, he turned to look at Hua Changdeng and spoke sincerely:

"Brother Hua, give me a face and let me talk to Master Shou first. You can talk about your grudges later."

"Of course, I don't want your face in vain. As long as I accept your face, go sit in my Tingyu Pavilion and share it with me in the Han Palace Emperor Realm without mercy."

"If anything happens in Yunshan from now on, it's just a matter of words. I, Yue Gongli, will be here at your call!"

It's not like he's joking.

After saying that, he took out a scroll of the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict from his sleeve robe, and tore it up directly in front of the two of them, leaving no room for regret:

"Based on this oath from the Holy Emperor's golden edict, I, Yue Gong Li, am telling the truth. I only accept you as my friend, as long as you, Hua Changdeng, step back temporarily."
Chapter completed!