Chapter 166: My Palm of Eternal Calamity, the Dominance of the Devil

In the ancient times, under the attention of the great gods from all walks of life, the sudden appearance of the Demon Lord of All Tribulations resisted Saint Zhunti, which shocked everyone in the three realms. The name of the Demon Lord of All Tribulations has completely resounded throughout the three realms.

In the chaos, Saint Nuwa and Saint Jieyin are fighting. One is the way of creation, and the other is the Buddhist way of annihilation. They seem to be somewhat restrained by each other. The way of creation, the creation of all things, the creation of all things, the way of annihilation, the way of annihilation. Destroy heaven and earth.

The noise of the battle was very loud, even earth-shattering, but except for a few saints, few people could see it clearly, and few dared to go and watch it. The battle between the saints was shocking, and a single aftermath could wipe out some great supernatural beings. destroy. If this happened by accident, wouldn't it be unlucky?

Of course, the saints didn't care about that. Their holy thoughts stretched out into the chaos, watching Nuwa fight and lead. Although Sanqing hoped that Nuwa could win, in fact, Nuwa still fell into a certain disadvantage.

Jieyin is worthy of being called Jieyin. After all, he is considered a person with great perseverance and can insist on beheading three corpses, while Nuwa only beheaded one corpse and became a saint with her merits. Therefore, Nuwa is a little weaker after all. Of course, this is also due to Nuwa's way of not being good at fighting.

On the western land and at the top of the sky, the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations is billowing with the energy of demon calamity all over his body. His monster eyes, wildly dancing black hair, bloodthirsty eyes, and supreme demon body are extremely fierce. Although he has always been at a disadvantage, But he was not killed or captured by Zhunti.

Around him, a black demon realm was formed. Inside, the demonic energy was rolling, the evil energy was shocking, and the calamity was permeated. Bloodthirsty and warlike calamity demons tumbled and appeared inside. They held weapons and fought with the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations. .

"Who said a saint is invincible? Who dares to claim to be invincible? Today I will stain the sky with my demonic blood! Roar!"

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations had a ferocious face, uttered wild words, and the demon sword in his hand flew, driving the supreme demonic power and slashing at Saint Zhunti.

"Huh? His strength is increasing? Could it be..."

A trace of anger flashed in Saint Zhunti's eyes. He looked at the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations and felt his strength. He thought thoughtfully, thinking that the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations must be using his pressure to break through Hunyuan. Zhunti was a little annoyed. It would be okay if he didn't break through. If he really did make a breakthrough, it would be fine. Wouldn't Pindao become the laughing stock of others in the future? No, this is absolutely not okay.

He could imagine that in the future, when people mentioned the Demon Lord of All Tribulations, they would think of him as the Zhunti Saint, and that the Demon Lord of All Tribulations came to power through him as the Saint. Thinking of this, Zhunti felt a surge of anger in his heart. He grabbed the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, and the magic power surged around him, and all kinds of Taoist magical powers fell like a heavy rain.

"Did you find it? It's a pity it's useless. Haha."

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations sneered in his heart and struck fiercely. He was surrounded by the demon realm and covered the sky. The demon power was fully displayed. He held the demon sword in his hand, which was astonishingly powerful. The more he fights, the more ferocious he becomes, and the more he fights, the stronger he becomes. The demonic world in his body is rapidly improving. Only the last bit is left to break into the middle thousand worlds. The source of the demonic path is also condensing rapidly. Only the last small gap is left. Complete.

"Fight! Wandao Senluo, destroy the demonic path!"

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations is roaring, his black hair is dancing wildly, the devil's power is shaking the heavens, the ferocious evil is shocking, once the sword comes out, the black sword is all over the world, the aura of the devil is overwhelming, the devil's world is annihilated, all things are annihilated, the magical power is annihilated, the magic power is annihilated Nirvana, life is Nirvana, everything will return to Nirvana.

The further back, the Demon Lord of All Tribulations becomes stronger and stronger. Even now, Saint Zhunti can only suppress the Demon Lord of All Tribulations slightly, but cannot completely suppress the Demon Lord of All Tribulations like before. As time went by, the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations naturally adapted to the saint's methods and was no longer so passive.

"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such!"

Saint Chunti once again offered up the vast Bodhi Dharma, and the light of wisdom shone, making Saint Chunti high up in the sky, his radiance spread all over the world, the rhyme of the Tao was gurgling, and he was extremely majestic. Once people take one look at it, they will bow down and worship, their magic power will be enhanced, and their wisdom will be greatly increased.

He struck out with a palm, which seemed to be very slow, but was actually as fast as lightning. The light palm suddenly made the Demon Lord of All Tribulations feel as if he was facing a powerful enemy. His whole body was trembling with chills, and he only felt that a life and death crisis was approaching.

When everyone sees that palm, they will become more and more confused, refusing to look back, and will be reincarnated forever, like a dream, like an illusion, like a shadow, like a bubble, like dew, like electricity, could it be false, everything is empty, everything is gone.

"Screech! Ten Thousand Dao Senluo will destroy the world!"

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations let out a low roar to disperse the strangeness in his heart. The same giant black palm struck Zhunti's palm with the momentum of overwhelming the sea and clouds. Suddenly, God was furious, thunder clouds rolled, and Tribulation The energy of destruction surged in like a turbulent wave, filling the heaven and earth. It was like a calamity coming, destroying the sky, destroying the earth, and destroying the sky.

"My palm is the master of all calamities, and the devil is the master! I will break the realm of Hunyuan! Roar!"

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout from the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations. The demonic aura was rampant, the tribulations were clustered, the demonic power slaughtered the sky, the black hair was dancing wildly, and the heroic spirit soared into the sky.

"Boom!"

His whole body was shaken, and the Small Thousand Demon Worlds in his body that had expanded to the extreme also made a rumbling sound at this moment. The continent expanded rapidly, and then split into three thousand Small Thousand Worlds, each evolving into a world. The black sun stretched across the In the sky, the devil's sun rises in the sky, shining on the devil's world. The blue moon hides the void, and the sun, moon and stars are rapidly expanding, arranged according to the rules of the sky.

The rest of the small worlds were also evolving rapidly. The mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon, the stars, the plants, the insects, the fish, the birds, the beasts, and all kinds of creatures were rapidly evolving, but they all had one common feature, that is, their bodies were full of the aura of the devil.

In the body of the Wanjie Demon Lord, the origin of the devil was also completely condensed at this moment. It was like a black disc with a circular trajectory engraved on it, representing the first level of the mixed primordial heaven. At this moment, the origin disc was full of magic light, and all kinds of magic laws were engraved in it. The rhyme of the Tao flowed, and a perfect phenomenon appeared.

Mixed primordial means perfection.

"Boom!"

The momentum of the Wanjie Demon Lord suddenly shook, and a monstrous demonic power rose to the sky, overriding the heavens and suppressing the sky. Above the nine heavens, the wind and clouds changed color, the sun and the moon lost their power, the aura was monstrous, covering the sky, thousands of ghosts howled, and thousands of spirits bowed down. The aura of the devil was crisscrossing the world, and the power of the supreme demon was overwhelming and pressing down, shaking the world.

"The immortality of the ten thousand calamities has forged my body, and the monstrous demonic path has refined my soul.

The heaven and earth, the sun and the moon hide my heart, and I am the supreme ruler!"

"I am the Ten Thousand Tribulations Demon Lord, and I am entering the Primordial Chaos today. Who dares to stop me?! Roar!"

The Ten Thousand Tribulations Demon Lord roared loudly, shaking the earth. In an instant, between heaven and earth, mad demons danced wildly, and the demonic energy was surging. A demon god comparable to a saint was born at this moment.

"Hiss!"

"What? Wanjie Demon Lord actually broke through Hunyuan and became Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, so amazing!"

"Breakthrough, how is this possible?"

"It's true, he really broke through, without Hongmeng Purple Qi, he can still break through Hunyuan!"

"How is this possible?! How did Wanjie Demon Lord do it? He didn't rely on merit, let alone Hongmeng Purple Qi, but he could break through Hunyuan with his own strength. It's incredible. Hiss!"

"......!"

All the great masters of the world, the saints, and all other creatures were awakened by this shocking demonic power. Although Wanjie Demon Lord's monstrous demonic power did not have the shocking vision of a saint, his momentum completely surpassed that of a quasi-saint, giving people a feeling of facing a saint. No one doubted that Wanjie Demon Lord was still in the realm of a quasi-saint.

Everyone took a breath, their faces were extremely horrified, and some even screamed. Even the saints from all walks of life were very surprised, so Nuwa and Jieyin stopped fighting and came to watch.

The face of the Saint Zhunti was ashen, his eyes were burning with anger, and he glared at the Demon Lord Wanjie who was in the storm. The faces of the Three Pure Ones also became solemn. The high and mighty attitude of the saints before disappeared at this moment, because someone had already caught up with them.

"Boom boom!"

Just as everyone's faces were different, above the nine heavens, the wind and clouds gathered, the dark clouds rolled, the storm continued, the thunder and lightning roared, and a disaster of heaven and earth was about to come.