The calmness came too quickly. A moment ago, there were blood springs everywhere, the ground collapsed, and the sea of blood surged with monstrous waves. Suddenly, it became calm.
The phenomena in the five continents also disappeared rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the sky was no longer filled with sanguine light, and the rumbling sounds in the depths of the ground were gone. The sky was clear, and the ground was clear. It was a peaceful scene.
In fact, the Essence Energy in the world was much clearer than before.
The cultivators who did not know what had happened today were asking what had happened in the Netherworld. The big shots who knew about the battle in Fengdu City today were paying attention to the outcome of the battle in the sea of blood.
However, every corner of the Nether Realm was deathly silent. There was not the slightest sound, and there was not the slightest breeze.
There were no ripples in the blood lake in front of Fengdu City.
Thousands of kilometers away, under the land of the Netherworld that Yang Jian and Patriarch Nether River had shattered, the large amount of blood was also calm. There were no ripples at all.
The sea of blood, which should have been filled with filth and evil aura, had actually turned into a dead sea. It was so thick that it was almost solidified.
The stench turned into a foul stench, causing the already oppressive atmosphere to become even more depressing.
Yuding Zhenren stood in front of the experts of the Buddhist sects. Emperor Huang Xuanyuan stood above the experts of the Buddhist sects. On the broken city wall of Fengdu City, the Magi of the Netherworld gathered.
Everything was silent, and the silence was boundless.
The "sky" of the Netherworld, which was not high to begin with, seemed to be slowly pressing down.
The atmosphere was extremely solemn and oppressive. The faint whimpering sounds made one's heart turn cold.
Gradually, many Netherworld members with lower cultivation levels found it difficult to breathe.
Upon closer inspection, they realized that it was a Dao rune. It was like the Dao rune emitted by the Great Dao of Death, but it was also like the wail of the Great Dao of Blood when it withered.
Suddenly, a cry broke the silence …
"Patriarch … Why is his aura gone!?!"
"Patriarch!"
The Asuras panicked. It was a panic after losing their backbone. All of them rushed to the nearest crack. Half of the Asuras jumped into the sea of blood to search. Many figures were already kneeling beside the pool of blood, crying non-stop.
Finally, the commotion they created made the air in the Netherworld "relax" slightly. At the very least, it did not feel suffocating.
The strange behavior of the Asura group caused the expressions of the old monks from the Buddhist sects to change.
At this moment, they were trapped here. Second Sect Master Zhunti had yet to recover his Primordial Qi. If Yang Jian returned safely from the Blood Sea, it would be a disaster.
At this moment, the Buddhist monks could only pin their hopes on Yang Jian and Minghe being injured or even dying together …
"We can't stay here for long." Randeng sent a voice transmission to the monks. "I'll stop Yuding Zhenren. All of you, protect the Saint and leave the Netherworld. Return to the spiritual mountain and activate the array formation."
As he said that, Randeng's expression was sincere and filled with worry. It could be said that there were no flaws.
"The ancient Buddha cannot." An old monk sighed. "The ancient Buddha is the pillar of Buddhism. I will risk my life to entangle the Yuding Zhenren. Everyone, please go."
"Why don't you and I attack at the same time? We might be able to delay that Yuding for a quarter of an hour."
"Amitabha. Sacrificing one's life to prove the Dao can be considered cultivation."
Randeng was only leading the way. The old monks of the Buddhist Sect all took out the spirit of risking their lives and looked at Yuding Zhenren.
Randeng, who had said that he wanted to fight Yuding to the death, moved to Zhunti's side with a touched expression. He bowed to Zhunti and asked in a low voice, "Second Sect Master, it's impossible to do what happened today. Why don't you return to the spiritual mountain earlier?"
"Get lost."
When Zhun Ti said that, the Saint who was meditating opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with golden light.
Randeng took half a step back and condensed the green lamp's Buddhist light in his hands. His expression stiffened before he returned to his benevolent appearance.
At the side, a disciple sneered and said, "So what if you return to the spiritual mountain? Does Yang Jian not dare to go to the spiritual mountain? I think the ancient Buddha wants to take advantage of the chaos to escape. "
"Amitabha. All Buddhas can bear witness to my thoughts about Buddhism!" Randeng replied with some grief and indignation. However, the person who scolded him just chuckled, put his palms together, and closed his eyes to rest.
Randeng was about to speak when he was inexplicably shocked.
Crack!
The purple-black electric dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws in the sky above the Nether Realm. A sense of desolation swirled in the dark world.
Zhun Ti had returned to normal and slowly stood up.
Only the Saint of Merit and Virtue knew best about his injuries.
He put his palms together, and his golden kasaya fluttered without any wind. The place where he stood was dyed with golden light. The golden light slowly spread and soon enveloped the monks of the Buddhist Sect.
The old monks chanted sutras in unison. They were chanting the Zhun Ti Da Luo Sutra, which was originally used to pray for blessings. At this time, they were blessed by the monks with the Dharma, causing golden lotuses to float everywhere in the Nether Realm. It seemed that a grand ritual was being carried out.
Crack, crack —
Another electric dragon appeared in the sky above the Nether Realm. But this time, when the intertwining lightning flashed, a black shadow appeared between heaven and earth. The murderous aura instantly covered the Buddhist light and the golden lotus.
However, this aura caused the old monks, who were already injured, to vomit blood. The chanting also became weaker and weaker.
The electric dragon flashed wildly, illuminating the sky above the Nether Realm and the underground of the five continents. It also illuminated the figure standing above the monks' heads more clearly.
Naturally, this was not Emperor Huang Xuanyuan. Compared to the ancient human emperor, who wore the human emperor's armor and was protected by the dragon aura at all times, this figure was a little dark, cold, and intimidating.
He was like a malicious spirit that had crawled out of the abyss to claim one's life. Even the eminent monks with profound Dharma were afraid.
The purple-black lightning shone on his long hair that was stained with blood. His strong but not swollen muscles seemed to contain infinite power that could shatter the world.
The place he was in was too dark, but his eyes, which shone with a cold light, were still incomparably bright.
"Yang Jian!" A beautiful female commander of the Asura Clan rushed out of the viscous sea of blood and shouted at the figure. "Where is my patriarch!?"
Yang Jian didn't say anything. A ball of water slowly formed in his left hand, and he casually tossed it toward the Asura Clan Commander.
The water ball expanded in the wind, attracting many gazes.
Most thought that the water ball was a divine power, but when the water ball expanded to five feet in size, the shriveled corpse that seemed to be wrapped in mercury slowly appeared. Everyone inhaled sharply.
The Nether River Patriarch!
However, the Nether River Patriarch was truly too wretched. Like a half-melted wax statue, his skin was covered in a greenish-blue paste.
Originally, this paste was made up of flowing blood yuan. It was just that the blood had been evaporated.
The corpse had no eyes, ears, nose, beard or hair. It only had a terrifyingly wide open mouth with two rows of sharp teeth in it. The Sword of Avici, which was broken into half, pierced through the terrifyingly wide mouth and destroyed the Primordial Spirit of the monstrous corpse.
This monster was the Nether River Patriarch's true form.
The Nether River Patriarch was the spirit of the Blood Sea. It was reasonable for his true body to be somewhat terrifying. However, the Nether River Patriarch, who was said to be immortal as long as the Blood Sea did not dry up, had actually ended up in such a miserable state …
Many people subconsciously looked at the Blood Sea, only to see that it was calm. Although they felt that something was missing, it still existed.
Yang Jian's voice floated in the air …
"As long as the Blood Sea does not dry up, the Nether River will not die? Heh, that's all. "
The Asura rushed forward, wanting to catch the Nether River Patriarch's corpse. However, when one of them touched the water ball, the water ball suddenly exploded, and the Nether River corpse inside ignited with black flames.
That's … the flames of negative karma?
Never would he have thought that not only would the Nether River die, but his corpse would also be ignited by the flames of negative karma and turn into ashes in front of the Asura experts.
Since ancient times, the Nether River Patriarch had accumulated endless negative karma. When his Dao was still around, the Heavenly Dao could not touch him.
After he died and his corpse left the ball of water that Yang Jian had released, he was directly punished by the Heavenly Dao. It could be considered as retribution.
"Amitabha."
Zhun Ti pressed his palms together and bowed to Patriarch Nether River's corpse that was about to be burned.
Yang Jian's figure slowly descended from the sky. He held the dragon spear in his left hand and the Primordial Massacre Sword in his right hand.
More than a hundred old monks gathered beside Zhun Ti as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They looked at Yang Jian warily.
A voice suddenly sounded from the side. "Do you need me to attack?"
"There's no need. Master, just rest," Yang Jian turned his head and said. He squeezed a bitter smile at Yuding Zhenren.
When he looked at Zhun Ti, he no longer concealed the killing intent in his eyes.
Yang Jian said coldly, "I'm very curious about what Second Sect Master Zhun Ti's main body is."
"Yang Jian, don't be arrogant!" Randeng jumped out and shouted. Yang Jian threw out a Sword Light with his right hand. The sword beam cut through the universe and disappeared. It strangely appeared three inches in front of Randeng. Before Randeng could react, it pierced through his golden body.
With a pfft, Randeng spat out blood.
"You have to die today. There's no need to be anxious."
Yang Jian said coldly. He was already standing in front of the Buddhist monks. He took a light breath.
The Zhou Tian Star Battle Array … Sea-Overturning Array …
The starlight reflected Yang Jian's long hair, which had been dyed red by the sea of blood. The sound of the tide surging could be heard endlessly, as if Yang Jian had sucked away the only vitality of the sea of blood.
Saint Zhun Ti's expression was gloomy. He said in a low voice, "We can't take a step back today?"
"If I don't rush back, will you let the Lady of Earth go?"
Zhun Ti was silent.
A young monk gritted his teeth and said, "The Primordial World respects the strong. The Western Sect has endured until now, but we are still suppressed by you. Is this fair to the Western Sect?"
Yang Jian smiled coldly and did not answer. There was no need for a young man who felt that the entire Primordial World owed him the position of a Saint.
Yang Jian slowly raised the Primordial Massacre Sword and pointed it at Zhun Ti.
Zhun Ti frowned and said coldly, "Saints are immortal. Even if you shatter the Primordial World with me today, you can't do anything to me."
"Is that so?" Yang Jian waved his sword to the side. Many people looked in the direction the sword was pointing at and saw two balls of red and black flames surrounded by the Asuras.
Yang Jian sneered and said, "The last fellow who said that is almost gone."
"Yang Jian! Don't go too far! " Zhun Ti's eyes were bloodshot. At that moment, he completely ignored his pride as a Saint and lowered his position.
Perhaps Zhun Ti had been a Saint for too long and really felt that a Saint's pride was more important than his life.
Yang Jian smiled coldly and did not say anything. He took a step forward.
Dozens of old monks suddenly attacked. It was as if they had already discussed it using voice transmissions. As long as Yang Jian made a move, the dozens of old monks formed the Great Buddha Seal at the same time and spat out the six-syllable mantra to suppress Yang Jian.
Yang Jian raised his head and laughed. His laughter was filled with mockery and ridicule. He allowed the Buddha Seal to strike his body and the array formation with his mantra. He stood completely in the Buddhist light like the most arrogant demon king.
Then, the Sword Light rose.
Then, the spear shadow landed.
Yang Jian rushed forward. Afterimages appeared beside the monks. His spear was like a gust of wind as it pointed at Zhun Ti's throat.
"Retreat!"
Zhun Ti shouted coldly and took a deep breath. His body suddenly swelled up.
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