The breath of the ancestor is like a stone falling on a flat lake, causing the laws of heaven and earth in the entire starry sky to tremble.

The stars are flickering and the demonic energy is rolling.

The gods who paid close attention to the star domain where the Netherworld Dungeon was located were all alarmed. They turned their divine eyes one after another and looked into the depths of the sea of ​​stars, feeling either frightened or worried.

…

Heaven.

The ginseng fruit tree in the Five Elements Temple reaches the sky and reaches the clouds, and its dense branches and leaves cover the mountains.

The master of the temple stood under the tree, his face full of worry, and said: "The disaster of the ancestors has finally come!"

Zhenyuan stood behind him, clasped his hands in his sleeves, and said: "I sensed the auras of Di Chen, Time Ice Silkworm, and others. Representatives from both the sword world and the hell world went to deal with the disaster. To turn the tide and help the building.

It is about to fall, this is the person who is admirable and can stand upright!"

The Master of the Five Elements Temple said: "They wanted to resolve the disaster of the ancestors before they were born. Their heart, courage, and courage are all worthy of admiration. But, that is the ancestor... After leaving, they may not be able to come back.

"

Zhenyuan said: "It's hard to go back, so why don't we just stop going back? It's just a shame that my disciple is not even qualified to go."

"Zhang Ruochen is gone, Xu Feng is gone, and Chan Bing is gone. Someone from Heaven must go. If they don't go, Heaven will no longer have faith. You go to the Sword Realm to find your uncle, and the Five Elements Temple will be left to you!"

The master of the Five Elements Temple flew out of the heaven with his robes clear, then stepped through the void and headed straight for the star field where the Netherworld Dungeon was.

"Congratulations to the audience!"

Xiang Chunan and Qing Sixue led the gods of the Temple of Truth and saluted to the sky, their eyes full of respect.

Xuanyuan Lian walked out of the Space Temple and stood on the towering jade steps, dressed in men's clothing, with his hands clasped in fists and bowing deeply.

The space temple monks shouted in unison: "Best farewell to the viewer!"

I respect not only the temple master, but also Zhang Ruochen, Xu Tian and others who seek survival for all living beings in the world.

It is not that there are no stronger beings than the Lord of the Five Elements Temple in Heaven, but some must stay behind, some dare not go, and some are unwilling to go.

…

The realm of hell, the outer heaven of Yama.

Yan Huanyu and Meng Naihe walked together. The two old men set off on the road with smiles on their faces. They both said that the young man Zhang Ruochen had overtaken them.

In the Fengdu Ghost City, a ghost monk made a shocking statement: "Even if the emperor wants to stay in the hell realm, the toughest man from the three middle tribes will definitely go there. Where are the conquerors from the three middle tribes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost tribe screamed.

From then on, the monks in Fengdu Ghost City never saw him again.

Dark Abyss Defense Line.

"Where is my sword and halberd, bring it. Where is my armor, put it on. Where is my mount, bring it here. My fighting spirit is burning, my blood is boiling."

Xue Tuhu's eyes were burning, and he spread his arms, asking Yan Ting to put on the armor for him.

In the dark clouds above the world, Hai Shang Youruo shouted coldly: "With your cultivation level, are you qualified to fight the ancestor?"

"Although I am weak, I dare to fight against Jiuxiao." Xue Tu said.

Hai Shang Youruo said: "When you arrive, the battle will be over! Fengtian ordered us to go to the White Clothes Valley in the Sky Underworld immediately. With the disaster of the ancestors, anything can happen, and Black Hand and Styx must not be allowed to escape.

"

Xue Tu was surprised and said: "Master didn't rush to the Netherworld Dungeon?"

"Ask her yourself why."

Hai Shang Youruo was too lazy to talk to him and went to Baiyi Valley first.

"Darkness, weirdness and black hands, with the God of Death Island Master, Emperor Fengdu, and Master Can Deng to deal with, what else can happen? Is it...impossible..."

Xue Tu thought of someone and his expression changed.

Yan Ting said: "In fact, the biggest hidden danger is still in the Netherworld Dungeon. As long as the ancestor is not born, nothing will happen to Baiyi Valley. Otherwise, the world will be in chaos!"

Xue Tu became serious and said: "Tian Lao and Senior Brother will stop all this, I firmly believe it. Of course, if they lose, I doubt that Lord Nu Tian and Master will directly take the Nine Heavens World and us monks to do it."

For the second wave of blocking force, fight against the ancestors."

"Let's go, take all the monks from the Temple of Massacre and go to White Clothes Valley!"

…

The ancestor's demonic energy was so thick that every strand was like a mountain range pressing down on his shoulders, like a divine whip being struck on one side of his body.

Zhang Ruochen entered the Netherworld Dungeon and came to the first level of hell "Mud Plow Hell".

Next is the Hell of Daoshan and the Hell of Boiling Sand.

The top three levels of hell were all penetrated. World spirits were wiped out and lost consciousness.

Suddenly, the space shook violently, setting off huge waves of space. Countless space rules flowed through it, heading straight towards Zhang Ruochen.

"Crash!"

An endless river, winding like a dragon, densely packed with rules, surging and overbearing, will further collapse the third level of prison.

He rushed towards Zhang Ruochen and towards the exit of the Netherworld Dungeon.

"Tianhe!"

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes, his sword intent gathered, and the light and shadow of thousands of swords rose from behind.

The Tianhe is a hundred and eighty thousand miles wide. It was swept away by the Nether Sea and brought into the Netherworld Dungeon. It is the mother of weak water. Wrapped in the ancestor's demonic energy, it destroyed the order in front of Zhang Ruochen with overwhelming force.

Zhang Ruochen couldn't retreat and let him escape from the Netherworld Dungeon, so he slashed out with his sword.

The sword energy flows from top to bottom, burning fiercely.

"Boom!"

The Tianhe River was divided by a sword.

However, if you cut off the water with a sword, the water will flow even more.

The water waves of the Tianhe River hit Zhang Ruochen one after another. Zhang Ruochen held up the colorful glass cover but could not stop it, and his body kept retreating.

His vision and thoughts were completely lost by the waves.

Suddenly, a bloody brilliance came from behind the overwhelming water waves.

"No, the great devil's magical power, Thousand Spirits Blood Evil!"

Zhang Ruochen felt the pressure of the ancestor, felt the trembling from the depths of his soul, and felt the despair like an ant looking at the sky.

That magical power, that power, was so terrifying that it could crush him instantly.

"Chaotianque!"

While resisting the impact of Tianhe, Zhang Ruochen took a step back, retreated into the sea of ​​divine blood for hundreds of thousands of miles, and landed in the Qingxu Hall of Chaotian Que.

"Wow!"

As he raised his hands, he raised them above his head.

The heaven and earth chess table is covered with colorful glass, and the wild moon flies out one after another.

The killing patterns, formations, and divine patterns in Chaotian Palace and the sea of ​​divine blood quickly lighted up, blocking the incoming Thousand Spirits Blood Evil.

"Boom!"

The ocean of divine blood boiled, and countless formations exploded.

Thousands of thunder and lightning flew around Zhang Ruochen, the roaring sound was endless, and several cracks appeared on the walls of Qingxu Hall.

The Divine Blood Ocean and the Chaotian Tower were sent flying backwards and hit hard on the plateau in the southern part of the Mud Plow Hell Realm. Millions of square kilometers of plateau were flattened.

Zhang Ruochen vomited divine blood from his mouth, his internal organs were damaged, and his soul was wiped out countless times by the blood evil.

Look up again.

I saw that the clear outline of the Tianhe appeared. It wrapped a big world with rolling demonic energy, stretching out like an arm.

The "Thousand Spirit Blood Fiend" just now was shot from that world of demonic energy.

Zhang Ruochen clearly saw that there were dense ancestral rules and ancestral demonic energy flowing inside the big world. Deep in the big world, there seemed to be a terrifying aura that would destroy the entire universe, which was breathtaking and terrifying.

There is no doubt that the disaster of the ancestor must be within that great world of demonic energy.

"The ancestral realm of the great demon? Why is there still the ancestral aura of the demon?"

Zhang Ruochen is naturally no stranger to the ancestral aura of the demon.

The Heavenly Demon Mountain in the Kunlun Realm is a corner of the Heavenly Demon Ancestral Realm.

According to what the island owner said, the ancestral realm of the demon is in the Netherworld Dungeon.

This situation made Zhang Ruochen extremely suspicious that the ancestral realms of the Great Demon God and the Heavenly Demon had merged together.

"We must not let the scourge of our ancestors escape from the Netherworld Dungeon."

Zhang Ruochen flew up in the Chaotian Tower to pursue the world of demonic energy.
To be continued...