Chapter 552
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"Suppress!"
Shen Tu glowed. This was a dark light that could annihilate all things. He formed a seal with both hands, causing the Blood Sea to surge and suppress the Three-Eyed Ghost Child in the depths of the Blood Sea.
"Ah!"
The three-eyed ghost child howled miserably. The Jade Ghost Copper Bracelet was being destroyed inch by inch by the sea of blood. His ghost immortal body was also being destroyed by the sea of blood. Even his primordial spirit was dimming.
"Impossible … Absolutely impossible … Why can't the Hell Ghost Three Slaughter Array kill you?" The Three-Eyed Ghost Child was being suppressed in the Blood Sea. His eyes were red with unwillingness as he roared at Shen Tu.
"My good disciple, have you forgotten? You stole the Hell Ghost Three Slaughtering Formation from your master. Unfortunately, you don't know that the Hell Ghost Three Slaughtering Formation you stole back then was not complete at all. You can die in peace now."
Shen Tu sneered contemptuously. The wound on his chest healed rapidly. He took a step forward and suddenly appeared in the middle of the Blood Sea. Amidst the Three-Eyed Ghost Child's mournful and unwilling roar, Shen Tu slammed his palm down, directly turning the Three-Eyed Ghost Child into ashes.
* Hua hua hua! *
The Blood Sea surged and roared. When Shen Tu withdrew his seal, the Blood Sea slowly dissipated like a bubble, causing the entire Primal Chaos Dao Field to suddenly fall silent.
"I wonder if there are any other Fellow Daoists who would like to challenge me?" Shen Tu crossed his hands behind his back and looked down indifferently at the various powerful experts. He had the supreme prestige of a Ghost Emperor of Hell.
The Ghost Emperor of the East, Shen Tu, one of the Five Great Emperors of Hell, was not just a title. He had the cultivation base of a Tongtian and was in the Nine Heavens of Daluo Jinxian. Not to mention, his Ghost Dao Grand Arts had reached the pinnacle. Even among the thousand or so Daluo Jinxian here, he was a peak existence.
The might of the Ghost Emperor was too dazzling and too frightening. No one dared to take the field again because all the powerful Divine Ability masters were well aware that they were no match for Shen Tu. If they really did take the field, they would only end up as dead souls at his hands.
When Shen Tu's eyes opened and closed, he swept his gaze over the various great Divine Ability masters. When his gaze met Ye Xuan's, his expression froze for a moment before a trace of contempt appeared on his face. Only then did he withdraw his gaze.
Provocation, a naked provocation!
Ye Xuan could completely feel Shen Tu's disdain towards him... Ye Xuan, Shen Tu did not put him in his eyes.
It was obvious that the Nine Heavens Profound Maiden had intentionally expressed goodwill towards Ye Xuan. This had already caused Shen Tu to view Ye Xuan as a thorn in his side. Naturally, he wanted to personally defeat Ye Xuan in front of the Nine Heavens Profound Maiden to prove the strength of the Eastern Ghost Emperor.
"Big Brother, looks like this Shentu doesn't put you in his eyes at all?" Roc Demon had the intention to sow discord as he teased Ye Xuan.
. "" You talk too much nonsense! "
Suddenly, Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes at Peng Mo, a gloomy light flashing across his eyes. Peng Mo's face froze for a moment before he smiled flatteringly and no longer teased Ye Xuan. However, a cold light flashed across his eyes before it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Something interesting had happened!
Shen Tu sat cross-legged in the center of the Primal Chaos Palace, like an old monk meditating with his eyes closed. Even after a year had passed, no one dared to step forward and fight him.
* Dang! *
A bell rang, signaling the end of the year. Shen Tu slowly opened his eyes and walked out of the Primal Chaos Palace indifferently. This meant that he had advanced to the second round.
"The Yellow Springs is long, the souls of the dead accompany me. This poor Daoist has lived in the depths of the Yellow Springs for a long time, I wonder which Fellow Daoist is willing to fight with this poor Daoist?"
The Yellow Springs Daoist's face was haggard and his figure was slightly stooped, like an old man on the verge of death. Even when he spoke, he was panting heavily. Where was the demeanor of a master?
One step, two steps, three steps ….
He didn't walk on air, nor did he display any supreme power. The Yellow Springs Daoist simply walked step by step into the Primal Chaos Palace, then looked at the various great masters with his stooped figure.
"What Yellow Springs Daoist? This King has never heard of him. Let this King see how capable you are."
An earth-shattering roar came. A Daluo Jinxian with a dragon head and a human body rushed over with a dragon roar that could shatter the starry sky.
"Haha, this Black Dragon Daoist can't hold back anymore."
"In this Daoist's opinion, this Black Dragon Daoist is just picking up a soft persimmon. This so-called Yellow Springs Daoist is too weak. This is the perfect opportunity for this Black Dragon Daoist to show off his might."
"Do you know who this Yellow Springs Daoist is?"
Voices of discussion came from all sides. Obviously, this Yellow Springs Daoist wasn't famous, and the various great masters didn't know much about him.
"This little Evil Dragon is really courting death. He actually dares to find trouble with the Yellow Springs Daoist." Outside the Primal Chaos Palace, Peng Mo's face was gloomy. He looked at the Black Dragon Daoist as if he was looking at a dead man.
In the Chaos Dojo.
The Black Dragon Daoist had just entered the dojo. He looked at the Yellow Springs Daoist with disdain and said, "What Yellow Springs Daoist? If you surrender obediently …"
Whoosh!
All of a sudden, a gust of cold wind blew past. The Black Dragon Taoist stopped talking and his eyes were glazed over. What happened next stunned all the powerful cultivators and made them tremble in fear.
Whoosh!
Daoist Wu Long's sturdy body crumbled like sand. His plump flesh withered and turned into a skeleton in a few breaths' time. His Primordial Spirit in his sea of consciousness let out a shriek before it shattered into golden light that filled the sky.
Whoosh!
A strong wind blew past and the skeleton body of the Black Dragon Daoist turned into dust. It disappeared quietly between heaven and earth, leaving no trace behind.
Everything was silent and the starry sky was silent.
When this strange scene appeared, there was no sign of life in the starry sky. After a dozen breaths, all kinds of gasps could be heard.
No one knew what had happened and no one knew why the Black Dragon Daoist had fallen. However, all the great masters knew that the Black Dragon Daoist's death must have something to do with the Yellow Springs Daoist.
"What a terrifying Divine Power!"
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the void and looked at the Yellow Springs Daoist with a solemn expression. If he were to compare the Yellow Springs Daoist with Shen Tu, Ye Xuan was sure that the Yellow Springs Daoist was much more powerful than Shen Tu.
This kind of strength was not in terms of cultivation, but in terms of combat prowess and divine ability. Although Daoist Black Dragon was only at the Fifth Heavenly Layer of Grand Luo Realm, he was able to kill him silently. Daoist Yellow Spring's method was superior to Shen Tu's.
"The Yellow Springs Daoist is indeed worthy of his reputation. If I were to fight against him, I might not be able to gain an advantage." Roc Mo murmured with a solemn expression.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The Yellow Springs Daoist coughed a few times in the center of the Primal Chaos Dojo. He still looked like a dying man and there was no aura around him. However, his hoarse and old voice sounded.
"Is there anyone else who would like to spar with me?"
"A Worthy Younger Brother to kill my Black Dragon Daoist. I would like to see what kind of despicable means you used."
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