The Abysmal Great Sage looked between Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin expressionlessly.
Although he was a Great Demon at the Astral Soul Unification Realm, the two people in front of him did not give him the feeling that they were easy to deal with, even if they were just two cultivators at the Primordial Spirit Embodiment Realm.
However, he was not afraid at all. The Ninth Serene Peak was the ancestral land of the Netherworld Ghost Monkey Clan. If the two people dared to attack, they would definitely not be able to bear the consequences.
Moreover, the Ninth Serene Peak was also where the Deep Spirit Mountain was located. If the matter was made too big, the entire Primordial Demonic Ape Clan would be alarmed.
The only thing that made the Abysmal Great Sage afraid was that it would attract the attention of Lin Feng, which would be bad.
However, the Awe-Inspiring Great Sage was captured by Shi Tianhao, so he had to get his revenge first. Otherwise, he would not have the face to be the Clan Leader of the Netherworld Ghost Monkey Clan.
As he was thinking about this, the Abysmal Great Sage suddenly noticed that Wang Lin's gaze was not actually on him, but was observing the Ninth Serene Peak.
This discovery made the Abysmal Great Sage feel bad, "Could it be that the Master of the Celestial Sect has noticed it?"
As he was thinking, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky and hit the top of the Ninth Serene Peak!
The thunderbolt was not of a single color, but was composed of four intertwined colors of red, yellow, green, and blue. It was quite mysterious.
Each thunderbolt was like a thin thread of four colors intertwined together. Although the four colors together formed a thunderbolt, they were clearly distinguishable.
On top of the four-colored thunderbolt, there were two colors of black and white that flickered and struck the Ninth Serene Peak with the momentum of splitting the sky.
The Abysmal Great Sage roared, and the chilly wind roared above the Ninth Serene Peak. The gloomy clouds were gloomy, as if it had turned into a boundless ghost domain, the Netherworld.
The Ninth Serene Chilly Wind, which was like black rays of light, was densely intertwined and spiraled together, turning into a huge black ball of light that shrouded the Ninth Serene Peak.
Almost at the moment when the black ball of light was formed, the thunderbolt immediately fell and hit the top of the ball of light. The ball of light suddenly shook violently, and the black rays of light broke and disintegrated layer by layer.
The Abysmal Great Sage was stunned, "What realm is this person in? Even the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder of the Thunder Beast Anphara shouldn't be this powerful! "
Not daring to be the slightest bit negligent, Netherworld Great Sage revealed his true form and let out a long roar. His eyes were actually crying tears of blood. The blood transformed into a faint radiance and floated upwards, forming talisman patterns one after another. Then, all of them merged into the light ball that enveloped the Netherworld Peak.
The light ball lit up again, but the four-colored thunderbolt flashing with black and white radiance seemed to have no end to its power. The four colors hovered, and the power kept transforming, bombarding Abysmal Great Sage, who was struggling to support himself by relying on his own ancestral land.
While Abysmal Sage was supporting himself, he suddenly felt a gaze falling on the Abysmal Peak below him, as if it had passed through layers of rocks and demonic power prohibition, and kept looking down and inside.
"He still has some strength left!" Abysmal Great Sage's heart turned cold. "Being scanned by him like this, I've definitely been discovered."
That gaze swept over a certain place and suddenly paused for a moment. Then, it retracted, and the terrifying lightning also gradually dissipated.
The sky was densely covered with thunderclouds, but even these thunderclouds disappeared very quickly, as if everything that had happened just now was just an illusion.
But Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin's eyes flashed at the same time, and they rushed towards the Netherworld Peak side by side.
Abysmal Great Sage was expressionless. Although his heart was heavy, it was impossible for him to sit still and let Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin come and go as they pleased. Immediately, he stimulated his demonic power to meet the two of them.
As a member of the Netherworld Ghost Monkey Clan, when he revealed his true form, his power would also increase greatly. But this type of Demonic Clan did not rely on the majestic power of merging heaven and earth with their true form. Instead, they further used this power to strengthen their Demonic Soul.
This had nothing to do with their usual cultivation, but was purely a means of fighting with external enemies.
This made the Netherworld Ghost Monkey Clan's Demonic Soul stronger than other Demonic Clans in battle. They could display many secret techniques to avoid the enemy's strong points and attack their weak points. They were unpredictable, making it impossible for their opponents to defend against them.
At this moment, Abysmal Great Sage directly turned his Demonic Soul into a mass of black fog, which shrouded the Netherworld Peak. In the black fog, streams of Netherworld Wind circled back and forth, not blowing away the black fog, but complementing it.
Wherever the black fog reached, it almost turned into a dead zone. Except for Abysmal Great Sage's clansmen, as long as the others were below the Integration of Star and Soul, as long as they dared to step into the black fog, their Demonic Soul, Primordial Spirit, and Divine Soul would be immediately frozen, leaving only an empty shell.
But soon, Abysmal Great Sage found that he had encountered a very difficult opponent.
Wang Lin stepped on the void, moving forward step by step. His expression was calm and composed, as if he was on an outing.
However, numerous streams of dim yellow and gloomy water surged out from his body, and they rose and fell as they transformed into a Nether River that flowed ceaselessly, yet didn't make a single sound.
As soon as the black fog and the chilly wind came into contact with the long river of the underworld, they suddenly fluctuated violently.
The black fog was constantly being purified, and the chilly wind that was like a black ray was constantly breaking, as if it was a real black silk thread.
And the Netherworld True Water, which purified all things and made all living beings avoid it, also met its match. All the dim yellow river water that was mixed with the broken black thread was rapidly frozen, as if it had been condensed into ice.
The Netherworld Wind and the Netherworld True Water, these two fierce creatures, were constantly colliding, but the black fog and chilly wind could no longer block Wang Lin's way.
Under Wang Lin's feet, there was a very ordinary looking stone bridge, made of dark bluestone, covered with thick moss. Silently, it stood across the Wangchuan River, exuding an ancient and desolate aura, as if it had existed since ancient times.
It was Wang Lin's Bridge of Helplessness. The surging Netherworld True Water poured into the Bridge of Helplessness, making the stone bridge seem to come alive, carrying Wang Lin through the chilly wind and black fog.
Wang Lin walked calmly on the bridge, with a huge dark palace above his head, like a city.
Streaks of Netherworld Wind fell like black light, and the black palace flashed, and layers of light isolated the Netherworld Wind.
There was a calm look in Wang Lin's eyes, unlike when he fought with people before he formed the Nascent Soul, which was cold and resolute, but it made people feel even more terrified.
The Great Sage of the Nine Nether was not afraid, but he had a headache, because he found that Wang Lin's magical power seemed to faintly restrain the innate magical power of his Ghost Monkey Clan.
In the case that the Netherworld Wind was offset by the Netherworld True Water, he actually couldn't do anything to Wang Lin.
He tried to use the Spirit Technique to attack Wang Lin, but he hit a wall again. Facing the Spirit Technique, Wang Lin was even more relaxed than Shi Tianhao.
In terms of cultivation level, the Great Sage of the Nine Nether, who had manifested his demon true form, was stronger than Wang Lin, who had just formed the Essence Soul. However, in terms of Divine Powers, all of them happened to be Wang Lin's strengths, and even faintly restrained.
For a moment, even the Great Sage of the Nine Nether, who had been in Tianhuang Mainland for many years, felt like a tiger trying to bite a hedgehog.
The Great Sage of the Nine Nether roared angrily in the black fog, and suddenly, a few spots of light lit up in the black fog.
It was the light of the stars, not formed by Dharmic powers, but real starlight!
The Great Sage of the Nine Nether activated the stars that he had refined. This was purely to hurt people.
Seeing this, Wang Lin's expression did not change at all. Silently, he said, "Feng Tianjun, please show yourself."
A young man in black with a cold expression suddenly appeared beside Wang Lin, holding a large purple flag that was fluttering in the wind. The flag was flashing with light and shadow. It was the Dharma treasure Primordial Spirit of the Mysterious Sky God Sealing Flag, named Feng Tianjun.
After being upgraded by Lin Feng, this treasure had reached the Mahayana level and could restrict the Essence Souls of Dao Integration experts. However, if it was released, Dao Integration experts could only release one Essence Soul at a time.
After reaching the Mahayana level, Feng Tianjun could move freely and control his body, the Mysterious Sky God Sealing Flag. However, he was rather indifferent and lazy, so he had no objections when Lin Feng ordered him to follow Wang Lin.
Although Wang Lin was only at the Essence Soul Embodiment Realm, after witnessing Wang Lin's Divine Powers and Dharmic powers, Feng Tianjun had no objections to following him. In particular, Wang Lin was more to his liking and would not disturb him most of the time, which made him very satisfied.
After Feng Tianjun appeared, he glanced at the Great Sage of the Nine Nether. Without saying anything, he directly patted the flagpole of the Mysterious Sky God Sealing Flag. Light and shadow flashed on the flag, and the Essence Soul of the Hall Master of the Underworld Hall, Xu Anda, flew down.
Xu Anda glanced coldly at Wang Lin and Feng Tianjun. He was too lazy to talk nonsense. His hands changed hand seals and he had already turned the black mist that the Great Sage of the Underworld Hall had transformed into into.
Apart from not having a Dharma treasure with him, he had perfectly preserved all his cultivation realm, Divine Powers, and Dharmic powers. He was a top figure among the Dao Integration experts.
Even if he was unarmed, Xu Anda would not be at a disadvantage against the Great Sage of the Nine Nether, who had revealed his true form. The Great Sage of the Nine Nether couldn't be distracted and could only watch helplessly as Wang Lin stepped on the Bridge of Helplessness and walked toward the Ninth Nether Peak in the depths of the black mist.
A series of anxious roars came from the black mist. The protective restriction of the Ancestral Land of the Ninth Nether Peak was activated again, blocking Wang Lin outside.
However, Shi Tianhao had also stepped on the Bridge of Helplessness at this time. He arrived outside the Ninth Nether Peak with a smile and attacked the restriction of the Ninth Nether Peak with Wang Lin.
The Great Sage of the Nine Nether Peak was a little angry. "That greedy pig, why hasn't he come back yet?"
As he was thinking about this, Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin's movements paused at the same time. They expanded their Divine Senses and immediately felt an extremely huge aura rushing over from afar. Its target was the two of them.
Looking back, they saw the distant sky suddenly split open, and a huge monster rushed out of the void. It roared and rushed toward the Ninth Nether Peak, charging toward Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin.
This guy was even bigger than the entire Ninth Nether Peak. He had a ferocious face and two huge fangs protruded out of his mouth. His whole body was purple, covered with blue patterns and burning with raging flames. He kept letting out low roars that sounded like muffled thunder.
The ferocious bluish-purple demonic fire was the most overbearing of the seven great true fires, the Nether Evil Flame!
But looking at it, it was clearly a pig!
Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin didn't laugh. Instead, they were slightly stunned. "The Fire Beast Feng Kong? Hasn't this demon gone extinct since the Middle Ages? "
This huge beast that looked like a wild boar but was so huge that it could trample heaven and earth, burning with the Nether Evil Flame. It was a great demon of the Feng Kong Clan that had run amok in the Primitive Age, the Ancient Age, and the Middle Age.
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