Chapter 171: Another Battle with Zhunti

"Successful? Really successful! Wanjie Demon Lord has achieved the Hunyuan Dao."

"How is this possible? He survived such a great catastrophe, it's incredible!"

"Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, a whole new realm, comparable to a saint, just succeeded like that? It's amazing!"

"Wanjie Demon Lord, there are another giant in the world, the six saints of the prehistoric world, the reincarnation Houtu, plus Wanjie Demon Lord, the eight great masters of the prehistoric world."

"The Jiemo Palace has become the top force in the prehistoric world, and the rise of Wanjie Demon Lord is unstoppable."

"Such a devastating catastrophe, even saints dare not touch it easily, Wanjie Demon Lord is incredible."

"..."

At this moment, the prehistoric world became completely boiling. Today they once again witnessed the rise of a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and the prehistoric world became turbulent.

Wanjie Demon Lord completely relied on his own strength to prove the Hunyuan Dao. He did not rely on the foundation of the Great Dao, the Hongmeng Purple Qi, like the Six Saints of the Great Desolation, nor did he have the endless merit power like Hou Tu. He relied on his own real strength to become a Hunyuan strongman, which made countless strong men at the peak of the Quasi-Saints see the hope of breakthrough.

"Since Wanjie Demon Lord can do it, then, can I do it too?"

In the Wuzhuang Temple of Wanshou Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Wanjie Demon Lord standing quietly in the void, with a flash of envy in his eyes, but more of it was firmness. If he could do it, why couldn't he? He was not worse than others.

"Wanjie Demon Lord, hum! Let you take a step ahead, I will succeed too."

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx looked at the Wanjie Demon Lord who seemed like a demon god in the void, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and the killing law in his heart boiled, and he said firmly.

Beiming Palace, the Human Race Martial Palace, the bottom of the East China Sea... At this moment, many powerful people from all over the prehistoric world who were close to Hunyuan all looked firm, as if they had seen the road to the future and were not so desperate.

In Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi looked at the Wanjie Demon Lord in the void with a calm face. He was not angry at all because Wanjie Demon Lord survived the heavenly tribulation he brought down. It was as if the Wanjie Demon Lord who became the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian had nothing to do with him. There was no emotion on his face.

If there were people with higher Taoism here, they would find that Yuanshi now looked like a mortal, without any breath, but he could make people feel unfathomable. In the depths of his eyes, seven colorful lights flashed. Obviously, Yuanshi's current strength has entered the late Hunyuan period, the seventh level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

You know, most of the others are still struggling in the early Hunyuan period, just like Zhunti Saint, who is only the first level of Saint, but Yuanshi has reached the late Hunyuan period, which is really terrifying. In the prehistoric world, except for Hongjun Daozu, who has perfected the ninth level of Saint, no one can compare to him.

In the Bajing Palace, a trace of surprise flashed across the face of the Supreme, who was always calm. However, he soon regained his calmness and continued to refine the elixir in his hand. If you look closely, you will find that there is still a deep shock in the depths of his pupils. Obviously, his heart is not as calm as it seems.

In the Shangqing Palace, Tongtian Sect Master held the Qingping Sword and looked at the Wanjie Demon Lord in the void. A trace of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. The Qingping Sword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting the Tongtian Sword Intent, as if he knew what the master was thinking and wanted to kill everything for the master.

"Interesting, interesting, let's see what the two in the West are going to do now? Hahaha!"

In the void in the west, Nuwa looked at the Wanjie Demon Lord who had passed the heavenly tribulation and became the Hunyuan realm. A trace of shock flashed in her eyes, feeling the powerful energy in the other's body, which was not weaker than hers, and even stronger. Her eyes were full of light, and she murmured:

"You are really mysterious?"

And the Saint Jieyin and Saint Zhunti were not only shocked, but also angry. The person they used to see as an ant has now become a person of the same level as them. It would be strange if they were in a good mood, not to mention that the person in front of them was their enemy.

After an unknown period of time, perhaps a century, perhaps a moment, the Demon Lord Wanjie slowly opened his eyes, and an extremely strong light burst out of his eyes, piercing through the void, with an extremely strong destructive force, bursting towards the Saint Zhunti.

The void was broken, the world was turbulent, and the wind and clouds changed color. Then, a cold voice spread throughout the prehistoric world, and it lasted for a long time:

"Zunti, do you dare to fight?"

The Saint Zhunti waved his hand to destroy the two destructive lights shot at him. In his eyes, in addition to anger, there was more solemnity. He knew that the Demon Lord Wanjie was even more powerful at this moment. Before he became Hunyuan, Wanjie Demon Lord was able to fight him. Now that his strength has greatly increased and he has become the third-step Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, whether he can still fight him is an unknown.

But who is he? He is a saint, the greatest saint in the world, how can he retreat? He took a deep breath and said:

"Fight!"

"Haha, good, I will come to learn the saint's high skills today! Kill!" Wanjie Demon Lord laughed arrogantly.

The war broke out, and both sides used forbidden magic at the beginning. It may take hundreds or thousands of moves to determine the winner, but they hope to have a result in an instant.

Zhunti Saint unified all dharmas, and the Bodhi dharma image increased greatly, and the brilliance spread throughout the world, and then the dharma image merged with the avenue, and merged into one, and a terrifying god and demon appeared.

He put his hands together, the Buddha's light increased greatly, and his height was hundreds of thousands of feet tall, the law of heaven and earth, the great dream of thousands of years, and all dharmas were unified.

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations was surrounded by strange phenomena, and he controlled all the tribulations in heaven and earth. Finally, they merged into one and turned into a terrifying shadow that walked out of nothingness.

This phantom, the whole body swelled up, hundreds of thousands of feet tall, with three thousand hands densely packed behind him, and his body was densely covered with eyes, each eye radiating different lights, greed, calmness, ferocity, kindness, bloodthirstiness, malice, joy, majesty... three thousand different emotions, concentrated in one body.

Three thousand devil hands, three thousand devil eyes, Chaos Demon God, Demonic Dharma!

The three thousand devil hands of Wanjie Demon Lord burst out, splitting time and space, piercing through the years, and violently contacted the Buddha Demon God.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered, Wanjie Demon Lord's shoulder was pierced, and a string of blood drops came out, but he rushed over without looking back.

In front, there was more blood, and the whole arm of Zhunti Saint was torn with half of his shoulder, almost falling down, only connected with a layer of flesh, and was almost cut off.

What was even more terrifying was that the Chaos Demon God of the Demonic Dao of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Demon Lord was in a state of disdain, looking down on the world, despising the saint, and suppressing the Buddhist god and demon.

He forced the god and demon to kneel down, and shouted coldly, saying:

"Are you convinced?"

At the same time, the real body of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Demon Lord also struck the Saint Zhunti away. He looked at the real body of the Saint Zhunti coldly and said:

"Saint, nothing more than that!"

"Ah! The Ten Thousand Tribulations Demon Lord, you are going too far!"

Zunti was furious. As a saint, he had always been high and mighty. When had he ever been humiliated like this? Today, he was treated like this by the Ten Thousand Tribulations Demon Lord. It was conceivable that in the future, how could he, the Saint Zhunti, keep his face in the prehistoric world?

"Kill!"