Chapter 242 Fahai and Yang Pan Appear, Entrance to the Ten Realms Rift

At this moment, all the immortals in the ten lands of the lower world are looking up at the sky.

They also understand that the greatest opportunity in the lower world is about to come.

This kind of opportunity is rare even in the immortal world.

Therefore, many immortals are also eager to try.

On a certain continent.

In a holy place, there are chanting sounds and Buddhist chants.

Countless creatures are surrounding a Buddhist temple, worshiping a figure in the temple devoutly.

That figure is a handsome young monk wearing a golden cassock.

It is the Little Western Heaven Buddha, Fahai.

At this moment, behind him, there is a faint figure of Buddha, but that Buddha is faintly wrapped in blood.

At the same time, behind Fahai's head, the power of incense faith is gathered and transformed into a divine ring.

In the divine ring, it seems that the chanting of endless creatures is heard, which is extremely mysterious.

At a certain moment, Fahai opened his eyes and looked at the sky, with a calm and composed smile on his face, and a hint of blood in his eyes.

"It's finally here, the greatest opportunity in the lower world." Fahai murmured in his heart, his face was very calm.

During this time in the lower world, he grew rapidly, not only condensing the power of faith of all living beings.

He also thoroughly discovered his special physique of Buddha body and devil heart.

Not only did he not suppress the devil heart, but he discovered the greatest power of the devil heart and merged it with the Buddha body.

Buddha and devil are one, invincible in the world!

Fahai is very confident now.

If he faces Jun Xiaoyao again, he will definitely not be as embarrassed and vulnerable as he was before in Tiandao Tower.

"This final opportunity belongs to me, Fahai." Fahai's eyes burst with blood.

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On another continent, in a place of opportunity, a bloody battle is breaking out.

All the lower world's geniuses are besieging one person.

That figure was wearing a dark and ferocious armor of the Sky-horned God, holding a sharp and cold-edged Shangmang Divine Spear.

At the same time, there was a vast and endless sword intent in his body, shattering the void in all directions.

He shot through with a spear, directly piercing through the chests of several Tianjiao, fiercely.

In just a moment, all the Tianjiao in this place of opportunity were slaughtered by this figure.

If Jun Xiaoyao was here, he would definitely not be unfamiliar with this figure.

It was the champion of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, Yang Pan!

He also went down to the world very early, in order to obtain the opportunity of the lower world and to find the other three Panhuang swords.

"Finally here, the Panhuang Life Sword in my body has a premonition that the whereabouts of the other two swords must be related to the Ten Realms Crack." Yang Pan's eyes showed a sharpness.

He has always been unwilling in his heart and regards Jun Xiaoyao as a target.

And the only opportunity to surpass Jun Xiaoyao is in the Ten Realms Crack.

So Yang Pan made up his mind this time.

If he didn't fight again this time, he would probably be completely left behind by Jun Xiaoyao.

The changes in the ten realms have attracted everyone's attention.

This is a catastrophic disaster for the creatures in the lower realm.

Because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been absorbed, the spiritual energy on the continent is very scarce.

It is even more difficult to practice.

And for those saints who want to live a long life, it is obviously a very difficult thing to survive in an era of scarce spiritual energy.

So this is a heavy blow to the creatures in the lower realm.

But for the geniuses in the fairyland, this is the beginning of a great opportunity.

They will not pity the creatures in the lower realm.

After getting the opportunity, they will just pat their butts and go back to the fairyland.

This kind of movement lasted for more than ten days.

After more than ten days, the spiritual energy of the ten continents finally stopped dissipating.

But it was almost consumed.

At a certain moment, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly felt something and took out the sachet.

Faintly, the scent of the sachet seemed to resonate with a certain place, as if it was trying to lead Jun Xiaoyao forward.

"It's finally started."

Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled up.

He directly called Yi Yu and others.

"Let's get ready to go. The greatest opportunity in the lower world has appeared." Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

Hearing this, Yi Yu and Yan Qingying's eyes flickered.

Jiang Luoli cheered even more.

Jun Xiaoyao and his party left the ancient god tribe's residence and headed for the outer sea.

Jun Xiaoyao knew that the location of the Ten Realms Rift was uncertain.

It could be in any wild mountain or corner.

The only people who could enter, except those with great luck, were people like Jun Xiaoyao who had the token of the Heroic Spirit Altar.

After about half a day, Jun Xiaoyao, guided by the sachet, came to the depths of the outer sea of ​​the Wanxiang Continent.

Finally, Jun Xiaoyao stood above the sea.

Jiang Luoli blinked her big eyes, looked around, and asked in confusion: "Brother Xiaoyao, where is the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift you mentioned?"

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and pointed to the sea surface.

"At the bottom of the sea?" Jiang Luoli opened her mouth.

She didn't expect that the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift would be at the bottom of the deep sea.

It's really impossible for someone without a certain amount of luck to find it.

Jun Xiaoyao and others, with their mana surging on their bodies, turned into a shield and escaped directly into the deep sea.

The outer sea of ​​Wanxiang Continent is as dangerous as the endless sea of ​​Tianxuan Continent.

There are many terrifying deep-sea monsters hidden in the deep sea.

For example, the blue-ringed octopus, the megalodon, the tiger-headed demon whale, etc.

But these deep-sea monsters were easily killed by Dongxuan Patriarch and others.

After going deep into the seabed for thousands of feet.

In the dark seabed canyon, Jun Xiaoyao found a dark space crack.

Around the crack, the space was distorted and the seawater could not enter it.

Faintly, in the crack, there was still a strong spiritual energy emanating.

"Is that the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift?" Jiang Luoli and others all widened their eyes.

"This is just one of the entrances. There should be entrances in other places in the Ten Realms." Jun Xiaoyao said.

They did not hesitate and prepared to enter.

However, Dongxuan Patriarch and others found that the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift was faintly repelling.

With their saintly cultivation, they could not enter it at all.

"What's going on?" Dongxuan Patriarch and others were a little confused.

Jun Xiaoyao thought about it for a while.

The inheritance of the Heroic Spirit Altar in the Ten Realms Rift is for the younger generation.

For saints such as Dongxuan Patriarch, it is no longer of much use.

Maybe the opportunities in the Ten Realms Rift were originally prepared for the younger generation, so it is difficult for the strong to enter.

"You just stay here." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Dongxuan Patriarch and others nodded.

Jun Xiaoyao took Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying and stepped into the Ten Realms Rift together.

As for Jun Ying'er, her cultivation was still low and she was not suitable to enter.

And Su Ziqiong was just a female slave he took in casually, so Jun Xiaoyao naturally had no intention of training her.

So he only took Jiang Luoli and the other two.

At the same time, in the Wanxiang Continent, in a monster forest.

A young man with a calm face was frantically hunting monsters.

Above his head, there was a talisman filled with the aura of the highest, flashing divine brilliance.

It was the sixteenth prince Fang Han!