1457 People From the Hall of No Life, Welcome the Return of the Master's Body (1/2)

1457 The people of Wusheng Hall welcome the return of the master's physical body

"Who invited this expert? Why is he so fierce?"

"I'm afraid his strength is not weaker than that senior in white robe."

The front-line base camp of Zhengyi League is located in a time and space, where the shadows of ancient warships are heavy, war bunkers are densely packed, and the chaotic air is overflowing. Bronze palaces and caves can be seen.

Many high-level officials gathered in the meeting hall. The weakest one has survived three or four times of the catastrophe of heaven.

At this moment, they looked at the reflected front-line scene and were shocked.

Weiyang Emperor Jiang Yun, his face was as heavy as water, his expression was indifferent, and there was no emotion on his face at this moment.

"This is the master invited by the senior behind me to sit in charge." He said calmly.

All the high-level officials of Zhengyi League were shocked when they heard the words. It turned out that it was the person invited by the senior behind Weiyang Emperor?

Apart from the senior in white robe, this extremely fierce and murderous existence is definitely stronger than all the high-level officials here, and even Emperor Weiyang may not be his opponent.

This may really be a person who has survived nine times of heavenly decline.

Such an existence has not appeared in the vastness of today for a long time.

For a time, the high-level officials of Zhengyi League all felt a sense of awe for the senior behind the scenes who had never met.

On the front line of the battle between the two leagues, on a desolate famous mountain, a white-robed figure sat cross-legged.

He was like an unchanging mountain, majestic and majestic. Just sitting here, he suppressed the boundless sins and murderous aura brought by killing and war in the whole world.

The universes everywhere have been broken, and the battles between the two armies are devastated. Such a broken and withered scene of the world is shocking.

Corpses and broken weapons disintegrated between heaven and earth, falling to various places.

The universe was broken, the world collapsed, and the figures of the ancestors of the Dao realm crossed the long river of time and space, fighting there, fluctuating their auras, sweeping the past and present. Later, they had already abandoned the Dao method and fought with their own flesh and blood. Every drop of falling blood seemed to be a world of dust being born and destroyed in it.

Outside some vague world barriers, the chaos was blurred, but it could be seen faintly that there were ancestors of the Dao realm fighting. Their battle scenes were even more terrifying, and there was endless light submerged there.

Even the Dao realm beings found it difficult to intervene. Between their fingers, small worlds were born and chaos was opened up. Various Dao methods showed unprecedented power in their hands.

The aftermath of the aura alone could annihilate a vast universe.

In one of the battlefields outside the world, the figure surrounded by black air fought to the point of madness. The terrifying murderous aura condensed into killing cages on his body. There were endless ancient inscriptions standing under his feet. Each inscription burst out endless light and drowned his opponent.

With his own strength, he checked and restrained the existence of several forbidden areas of the Heaven-Destroying Alliance, and even had the upper hand.

"Only killing is the ultimate pursuit of all worlds."

"This world is a cage prison. Living beings are destined to have no vitality. It is better to die early and end the past. Life is sad and painful. Only death can be freed..."

He was laughing wildly, fighting more and more bravely. He had no weapons, but every punch was emitting endless black light, corrupting everything and annihilating all fluctuations.

That was the real breath of death, with the wailing of countless dead souls and the emergence of endless broken shadows of the universe, which was frightening. I don’t know how many lives died under his hands.

In the front line of the Fatian League, many high-ranking officials felt their hearts sink, and they sincerely felt palpitations and trembling at the terrifying existence that suddenly appeared.

They believed that even the deputy leader Ling Yuling might not be his opponent.

On the ancient warship in front, a figure of unparalleled elegance stood quietly. Ling Yuling looked very calm, without much panic or anxiety.

Her eyes passed through many universes and saw the figure sitting cross-legged on the desolate famous mountain.

"The fourth killing formation in ancient times, if you are not the descendant of Zhongjun, how can you inherit this thing."

"I think the death of Zhongjun and the collapse of the Yaoguang ancestral temple are inseparable from the person behind the scenes of the Zhengyi League."

Ling Yuling did not choose to take action, and also sat in the Fatian League.

This decisive battle has just begun, and it is not known how many years it will last.

The other party was afraid of the foundation of the Fatian League and was hesitant to cross over. On the Fatian League side, because of Gu Changge's departure, the other restricted areas were all taking action to restrain the powerful existence that suddenly appeared, which put the other high-level officials in a very awkward situation.

There were only a few ancestors who had survived eight times of Tianxiu, and now they have all entered the battlefield. Even the demon ancestor Emperor was fighting with the enemy in the secluded land.

This battle was enough to accumulate enough exchange merits for them, but if they died, it would be a real death...

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"I didn't expect to see the shadow of Wusheng Hall again after so many years..."

"The battle between the Fatian League and the Zhengyi League also involved people from the Wusheng Hall. Could it be that even the Wusheng Hall wanted to intervene..."

"What number is this figure?"

In a deep and vast chaotic time and space, an ancient creature opened his eyes.

The chaos in front of him was boiling, as if there was a terrifying aura that the worlds could not bear, but soon, as the aura on his body died, it became quiet.

Only a group of deep light illuminated the chaos, and in the middle was an eye shrouded in blood, with scenes of the destruction of the worlds, which was terrifying.

This creature was observing the vast scene now through that eye.

When looking at the battlefield where the Fatian League and the Zhengyi League were fighting, even it couldn't help but be surprised and surprised.

As long as you live long enough, you will know the existence of the Wusheng Hall to some extent.

And the members of the Wusheng Hall are easy to distinguish.

The murderous aura that is difficult to accumulate even after a long period of silence, the endless cause and effect of wronged souls floating around him, and the broken and silent afterimages of the universe, except for the people of the Wusheng Hall, basically there is no second one.

"Since the last time someone from the Wusheng Hall appeared in the vastness, how many epochs ago was it?"

This ancient creature fell into thought and recollection.

It had been sleeping for a long time, and it couldn't even remember the last time it saw people from the Wusheng Palace slaughtering lives and plundering resources from all over the universe.

But the only thing it was sure of was that whenever people from the Wusheng Palace began to appear in the vastness, it meant that a great calamity of the era was about to come.

"Could it be that in this era, power is about to emerge..."

"No wonder the water is so muddy, fighting for power, aren't you afraid of being noticed by that place?"

"It's really reckless."

At the same time, in many unknown chaotic areas in the vastness, there were beings who noticed the abnormality of the place where the Fatian League and the Zhengyi League fought.

In some territories wrapped in the vast turbulence of time and space, there were magnificent bronze palaces, and there were Taoists in them, with no desires, no desires, and calmness. Even when he saw the fighting between the Fatian League and the Zhengyi League, there was no change.

"The people from Wusheng Palace have appeared. Their strength and identity should not be simple." A figure wearing a phoenix crown and a colorful phoenix robe peeked at the scene of the world from the cracks of time and space, and then sighed softly.

Around her, time was like water, and it began to evaporate with her thoughts, and then wiped out all the traces of her peek, becoming eternal and invisible.

When the Fatian League and Zhengyi League were fighting, the top leaders of Zhengyi League did not forget their fate, and encouraged the other real world civilizations in Cangmang to join forces and raise the banner of attacking the Fatian League to eliminate the disaster for Cangmang.

Many news about the deep origins of the Fatian League and the Black Lotus Sect also came out one after another.

When some creatures were exploring the origins of the Black Lotus Sect, they found that the Black Lotus Sect first appeared in the surrounding area of ​​the Fatian League.

And the time was very coincidental, just before and after the Xiandao League decided to be established.

Obviously, the territory that the Black Lotus Sect is closest to is the territory of the Fatian League. Why didn't they choose to infect and corrupt the Fatian League, but went to the Piaomiao Holy Land, which is hundreds of millions of miles away?

Moreover, some creatures even said that the Black Lotus Sect was actually a joint effort of the Fatian League and the Dark Clan to confuse all races in the world and attract everyone's attention, so as to achieve the secret of the Fatian League.

So at this time, no one saw the movement of the Dark Clan. They were quiet and honest, and they were not like the Dark Clan known by the world at all.

Such a statement naturally caused a great sensation.

Generally speaking, the battle between the Fatian League and the Zhengyi League is not the best time for the Dark Clan to take advantage of the situation? Why has there been no movement of the Dark Clan for so long?

In this case, many people can't help but suspect the Fatian League, thinking that the endless black fog that now covers the Piaomiao Holy Land is a means created by the Fatian League.

The appearance of the leader of the Fatian League there was definitely not an accident, but a long-term plan.

In fact, as the Zhengyi League said, many guests who went to Piaomiao Holy Land to participate in the Xiandao League Conference had already encountered accidents.

"When the leader of the Fatian League returns, at that time, even the Zhengyi League will no longer be able to stop it..."

"The entire Cangmang will become the territory of the Fatian League and the dark tribe, and no one will be spared."

The Zhengyi League has been promoting it vigorously, and all kinds of news and rumors have spread.

Now the entire Cangmang is in chaos. No matter who it is, they can feel the great fear and uneasiness, as if there is no real pure land around them, and there is no safe place.

Every day, you can see the approach of the source of darkness hanging over everyone's head outside the world.

In this case, the atmosphere of fear, uneasiness, and chaos began to spread in all the worlds and universes.

Even some Taoist sects that think they are transcendent have begun to have problems. The internal struggles are endless, and the ugly side of everyone's heart has been infinitely magnified.

Time is like flowing water, never to return. A disaster occurred in the Piaomiao Holy Land, and the vastness was in turmoil and chaos.

In another land shrouded in darkness, a terrible war was also taking place.

It was dark and filled with ashes everywhere.

Under the dark sky, there were endless mountains and plateaus, hills and plains, plains and valleys, forming various natural terrains.

There were dark craters, dark soils that never melted, and swamps with mud and ups and downs...

This was a world without law and restraint, without form or trace, without color or desire.

Every moment, it overlaps and changes between reality and illusion, and various terrains are born and disappear at the same time, making it difficult to tell in which time and space it exists.

Or yesterday, or tomorrow, or eternity ago.

On the top of the most majestic mountain range, stands a magnificent and ancient dark palace, surrounded by a stretch of buildings, like an altar and a fortress.

This is the nightmare demon realm, the place where the heavenly people live forever, and above that palace, endless blood-colored mist is steaming, various ancient horror scenes are performed, and the bronze coffin floating in it can be vaguely seen.

At this time, in front of this palace, a figure stood quietly.

There were little blue lights like fireflies flickering around the mist, completely wrapping up its figure, and no one could see the face and figure of the person in it.

The current ruler of the heavenly people, the Great Priest Wu Yue.

No one has really seen her true face, even her confidants, the several chief priests of the current heavenly people, the same is true.

Behind the Great Priest Wu Yue, many chief priests and priests gathered under the palace. The surrounding area was dark and crowded. All the figures knelt there quietly, in silence and solemnity.

In the distant land, the battle was chaotic. Countless dark creatures collided and fought each other like a tide. The killing aura was amazing, wrapped in endless dark energy.

One after another, powerful figures, across the sky, like eternal demon shadows, stood there, fearless of the erosion of darkness.

Even they themselves were a group that fell into darkness, and they had the same origin as this place, so they didn't worry about being contaminated by the dark matter here.

On their bodies, dark matter flowed like a waterfall, nourishing their dark demon bodies, as if there was an immortal aura interweaving.

"After countless years, I set foot here again."

"We will welcome the Lord's body. If High Priest Wu Yue knows what's good for you, you should give way and hand over the coffin of the burial world."

"The Lord's voice has sounded at the source of darkness, calling us..."

The terrifying sound like a huge bell, like the beating of a heavenly drum, deafening, making all the dark creatures, their blood boiling, and their dark souls seem to be torn apart.

It was a figure that seemed to be lawless, and his true body seemed to be unable to accommodate this world. Standing at the distant border of time and space, dark matter covered his body like flowing water, and his immortal armor was filled with cold glow, and a breath of air seemed to be able to destroy eternity.