Chapter 167: Fierce Fighting in the Underworld!

Accompanied by Yang Jian's roar.

The three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand thrust out, and the three-headed dragon roared towards the ghost emperor of the underworld.

"Bold--"

Seeing Yang Jian take the lead, the ghost emperor of the underworld was immediately furious.

He had not yet investigated Yang Jian's breaking through the gate of hell and trespassing into the underworld, and he actually blamed the ghosts and gods, but Yang Jian dared to take the lead.

The gloomy ghost energy rose from the ghost emperor of the underworld, and in an instant it spread over billions of miles.

"Ghost energy of the underworld--"

The ghost emperor of the underworld roared.

The endless ghost energy around roared towards Yang Jian, and in the gloomy ghost energy, it seemed that there were countless evil ghosts roaring and wailing.

The three-headed dragon stabbed out by the three-pointed, two-edged spear collided with the ghost energy of the underworld, and in just a moment, the three-headed dragon had already rushed into the ghost energy of the underworld.

One breath... two breaths... three breaths...

In just three breaths, the three-headed dragon had been completely corroded by the ghost energy of the underworld.

On the other side.

The figure of the underworld ghost emperor suddenly rushed out from the underworld ghost energy that had already spread to Yang Jian, and the ferocious ghost claws in his hands, black and red, grabbed Yang Jian.

If it was Yang Jian on weekdays, he might have been successfully attacked by the underworld ghost emperor, but now...

The furious Yang Jian's expression was extremely cold, which was in sharp contrast with his scarlet eyes.

Not only his face, but Yang Jian was furious in his heart at this time, but his mind was extremely clear.

The operation of the Daluo Yuanshen was even three times faster than when he was calmest on weekdays.

He stretched forward with his right hand, grasped the dragon tail that turned into a three-headed dragon, and pulled it back suddenly.

A flash of light.

The three-headed dragon that had penetrated into the ghost energy of the underworld was pulled back directly, and once again turned into a three-pointed two-edged spear in Yang Jian's hand.

The three-pointed two-edged spear reflected a bone-chilling cold light under the gloomy light of the underworld.

The spear body was intact, and was not affected by the corrosion of the three-headed dragon by the ghost energy of the underworld.

The scarlet ghost claw collided with the three-pointed two-edged spear in Yang Jian's hand, and a clanging sound rang out, but the sound had not spread yet.

The ferocious ghost claw of the underworld ghost emperor had already appeared on the other side of Yang Jian, grabbing towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his right hand, and the spear shaft of the three-pointed two-edged spear was horizontal there.

"Clang..." "Clang..." "Clang..."

The continuous crisp collision sound rang out in this underworld.

The underworld ghost claws in the hands of the underworld ghost emperor seemed to have turned into thousands and tens of thousands at this moment, covering all parts of Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian waved the three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand repeatedly, building an airtight defense around his body, blocking all the claws of the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

"Good martial arts! Unfortunately..."

The voice of the Underworld Ghost Emperor sounded, and the next moment, a huge hand suddenly grabbed both sides of the entanglement.

Compared with this huge hand, the combined figures of Yang Jian and the Underworld Ghost Emperor were like the contrast between a mountain and an ant.

Yang Jian looked up and saw that the giant who stretched out the huge hand that grabbed him had the same face as the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

He looked around.

The Underworld Ghost Emperor, who had been entangled with Yang Jian before, had disappeared without knowing when.

"Nude kid, don't think that we are all the same strength as Daluo. If you want to fight me... you should go back and practice for another 100,000 years!"

The at least 100,000-zhang tall Hell Ghost Emperor looked at Yang Jian, who was bound in his palm, and said in a deep voice.

The voice was loud and dull like thunder, which made Yang Jian's eardrum vibrate.

But...

"Practice for another 100,000 years... it should be you!"

An even louder voice, like the sound of heaven, suddenly sounded behind the 100,000-zhang tall Netherworld Ghost Emperor.

The Hell Ghost Emperor was suddenly startled and turned his head to look. The sky above his head had darkened at some point.

The gloomy but still bright light in the sky was obscured.

Looking closely, it was a huge foot that obscured the sky.

Compared with this foot, the 100,000-zhang real body of the Hell Ghost Emperor was like an ant and a giant.

"Boom!"

The huge foot suddenly fell.

The huge body of the Hell Ghost Emperor was crushed by the foot, and turned into countless ghostly auras that dissipated from all directions.

Then it re-condensed in the distance.

However, even if it re-condensed, the body of the Hell Ghost Emperor was far less solid than before.

Although the figure was still huge, it looked a little ethereal, and the face that could not be seen was extremely solemn.

Looking at the giant who crushed him in the distance.

Wearing a crouching dragon crown on his head and a water-combined Taoist robe on his body. Yellow velvet silk belt tied around his waist, and bright cloud shoes on his feet.

Who else could it be but Yang Jian.

"Divine power..."

Looking at Yang Jian, who was dozens of times taller than him, the Hell Ghost Emperor's face was extremely ugly.

As a Daluo Jinxian.

The battle between them seemed to be just a martial arts competition between mortals, but with their realm, they had already integrated their own understanding of the Great Dao into martial arts.

It looked like an ordinary martial arts confrontation, but in fact it was a symbol of the Great Dao, a Dao battle.

It was just that because they were in the underworld, the Underworld Ghost Emperor concentrated all his power to avoid affecting the underworld.

The same was true for his body at this moment.

As for the Golden Immortal, if he wants, he can transform his real body into a body of tens of millions of feet, not to mention a hundred thousand feet.

However, transforming into a body of that size will not benefit them in the battle, but will damage his own combat power.

The reason why the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld became a body of a hundred thousand feet is because this ghost body of a hundred thousand feet is his real body.

Such a big battle is like the beast showing its true body, which is when its combat power is the strongest.

But Yang Jian is a human. Even though his mother Yao Ji is the sister of the Heavenly Emperor Haotian and an immortal, she is still a human in terms of blood.

Not a giant, or a giant spirit.

His real body is just like an ordinary human.

Therefore, Yang Jian's huge body at this time is not his real body, but a Dharma image, a great supernatural power.

The Ghost Emperor of the Underworld recalled the force of the big foot that stepped down just now, which could crush his ghost body with one kick.

Obviously, this huge Dharma image is not an embroidered pillow, but a real great magical power.

Although he had guessed that Yang Jian must have a background when he saw that Yang Jian had become a Daluo Jinxian at a young age.

But seeing Yang Jian's magical Dharma image at this time, his heart still couldn't help but be solemn.

Although there are not many such magical powers in the vast prehistoric world, there are some major sects and forces that have similar circulations.

But combined with Yang Jian's identity as a human and his troublesome background.

There are probably only a few families who dare to accept Yang Jian and teach him magical powers.

Of course, with the support of the underworld, the Ghost Emperor will not be afraid of Yang Jian's background.

What really makes him uneasy is Yang Jian's age at this time.

Ten thousand years... How short is it for Daluo.

Even his retreat and practice are far more than this time.

But in just ten thousand years, someone could actually start from scratch and achieve Daluo, and also learn exquisite martial arts and powerful magical powers.

He believed that he was extraordinary to achieve Daluo ghosts and gods.

But in ten thousand years, practicing magic power, practicing martial arts, practicing magical powers... all caught up with the normal Daluo achievements of billions of years.

This...

How unfair!

The Underworld Ghost Emperor looked at the figure of Yang Jian, and his eyes also revealed a trace of grief and anger.

Although all kinds of thoughts flashed through the mind of the Ghost Emperor, in fact, only a few breaths of time had passed.

And Yang Jian, who displayed the great magical power of the law of heaven and earth, did not hesitate at all, feeling the power that seemed to destroy everything coming from his body.

Waving the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand, which was also transformed into a giant soldier, he swung it suddenly and chopped directly at the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

The blade of the million-foot-long three-pointed two-edged spear or three-pointed two-edged knife whistled, and the dark and gloomy yin energy that permeated the netherworld was easily separated.

A rare clear gap appeared in the void of the Netherworld.

Looking at the attack of Yang Jian, the face of the Netherworld Ghost Emperor was still full of grief and anger, and he immediately let out a sharp whistle.

The Netherworld ghost energy that permeated the body of the Netherworld Ghost Emperor within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles suddenly rushed towards the Netherworld Ghost Emperor at this moment.

In just a moment, the endless Netherworld ghost energy had already flowed into the ghost body of the Netherworld Ghost Emperor.

The originally thin ghost body suddenly solidified at this moment, as if it were real, and then the Netherworld Ghost Emperor did not hesitate to meet Yang Jian's attack.

Although the size difference was huge, the battle of the prehistoric monks was never a competition of size.

A giant and a bigger giant suddenly collided, and the endless ghost energy and the thick magic power collided with each other, and the surrounding hundreds of millions of miles of the Netherworld trembled.

Every moment, thousands, tens of thousands of times...even far more than ten thousand times of collision.

Even the solid and stable void of the underworld was filled with cracks.

The aftermath of the battle almost shook the entire underworld, and countless powerful ghost cultivators in the underworld were looking at the battle at the gate of hell.

They looked at the battle scene in shock or indifference.

At this time, several quasi-saints in the depths of the underworld frowned as they watched the battle at the gate of hell.

"That hairy ghost emperor didn't take action quickly to take him down, but actually started a battle with him. It's outrageous. The underworld is not a place for fighting!"

An old man with a sinister face said in a low voice, and he was ready to take action immediately to take down Yang Jian who had trespassed into the underworld.

But...

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"No need to stop."

The voice in his ear immediately made the sinister old man look serious, and he bowed his head.

"Yes, sir!"

After that, the voice did not sound again, but even so, it was only after a few breaths that the sinister old man dared to stand up.

"How could a Daluo attract the attention of the Queen?"

The sinister old man Daluo looked at the Ghost Emperor and Yang Jian fighting in the underworld in the distance, and his calm face hid the turbulent waves in his heart.

Who else could make a quasi-sage in the underworld so respectful to the Queen except Ping Xin?

...

The Daluo battle affected a wide range.

Even if both sides restrained themselves, the war affected the entire underworld, so that the entire underworld could see and feel the battle here.

"Someone dared to trespass into the underworld?"

On the Yellow Spring Road, the faces of the ghosts and gods were full of shock.

Breaking into the underworld... This has never happened since the underworld was opened.

Yes, in the past, some powerful beings from the ancient world came to the underworld, wanting to retrieve the true souls of relatives and friends and return to the ancient world to resurrect them.

Those powerful people who want to find the true souls of their relatives and friends can only welcome back the true souls of their relatives and friends by sending them respectful gifts.

And this is really the first time that he directly breaks into the underworld and fights with the ghosts, gods and ghost emperors in the underworld.

Not to mention the Taiyi ghosts, gods and ghosts, even Sanxiao, Jinling and Guiling on the side were just staring blankly at the battle of Daluo in the distance.

Even though they were far away, Gui Ling, Jin Ling and San Xiao could clearly see the two figures in the battle.

Needless to say, one is a Daluo ghost and god from the underworld, while the other is a handsome and heroic-looking man.

The cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian seems to be very solid, and he is brave and good at fighting, and his combat power far exceeds his level of cultivation level.

only...

He looks so heroic, but...

Trespassing into the underworld?

What kind of brain could do this?

You must know that even Bixiao, who is usually the most out-of-the-box, reckless, and unlearned among Sanxiao, knows which saint is behind the underworld and would never dare to do such a thing.

But looking at the way this guy moves his hands, he has great power and becomes stronger as he fights. There are no taboos or scruples in using his hands.

This person looks either stupid or young, or someone with a background that covers the sky, but...

Would a big Luo be a fool?

Of course it's impossible?

And this is what Sanxiao thinks.

"Trespassing to the underworld without permission, this must be the disciple of that uncle, uncle, and he is so arrogant..." Bixiao smacked her tongue.

Master uncle? Uncle?

Even though he was only an outer disciple, as a disciple of the Jiejiao Tongtian Saint, the uncles and uncles that Bixiao mentioned were only a few other saints in the ancient world.

Hearing what Bixiao said, Yunxiao and Qiongxiao on the side nodded unconsciously. This was what they thought too.

In the ancient world, the only ones who dared to break into the underworld were probably the disciples of the saints, and...

Only a disciple of a saint who is extremely favored on weekdays would dare to do this, for example...

Sanxiao subconsciously glanced at the Turtle Spirit and the Golden Spirit beside him.

Um!

The two sisters next to them should have the courage and confidence to do this, right?

Sanxiao thought like this.

However, if Sanxiao's thoughts at this time were known to Jin Ling and Gui Ling, they would definitely refute them directly.

Even they wouldn't dare to do such a thing relying on their saintly background!

Perhaps, in Da Luo's eyes, saints are all the same, equal, and invincible in the ancient times.

but...

Those who have reached the level of the Golden Spirit and the Turtle Spirit can vaguely know that the Saint... is different from the Saint.

And it just so happens that the Queen of Pingxin in the underworld is a very special one among the saints.

He is an existence that no saint would want to offend.

What's more... an important place like the Netherworld has too many causes and effects. Even if a saint comes in person, he probably won't choose to take action here.