Chapter 805: Fight Among the Immortals (First Update)

The ultimate battle breaks out!

He Ping single-handedly fought against the immortals.

This battle can be said to be the largest battle that has never happened in thousands of years!

In the past thousand years, how long has the world lasted? The powerful immortals and gods have ever had a shocking battle of this level!

When had there ever been so many powerful men of the True Immortal and Loose Immortal levels participating in a great battle? Fighting the same enemy?

"We can't use up the last bit of unopened 'You Emperor Essence and Blood', because Wuyousheng is still here..."

Although He Ping showed an extremely arrogant attitude, there was precise calculation hidden deep in his eyes.

Wuyousheng's hiding methods are really powerful. He suffered a big loss before, so how could he not be careful?

Furthermore, with the help of the power that You Emperor blessed on him, he could also feel that Wuyousheng's puppet did not disappear after being severely injured. Instead, a more powerful idea locked onto him.

"As expected, Wuyousheng's ghost is still lingering..."

Of course, at this critical moment, He Ping still had other options, such as giving up the Supreme Seed of Heavenly King.

Originally, he didn't value the Supreme Heavenly King Seed that much, but after coming into contact with it, he had a feeling that the Heavenly King Supreme Seed could also have a nourishing effect on his second-level power. For example, now, after absorbing After receiving this seed, the innate immortal body felt as if it had been nourished by sweet rain.

At this moment, the flesh and blood all over his body felt lively and lively. The countless particle-sized substances that made up this immortal body were all moving, and he actually felt that his strength had greatly improved.

"I can't digest the Supreme Seed of Heavenly King, but as long as it stays in my body, it can produce all kinds of wonderful things and nourish my power of the second world."

Only then did he realize that this Supreme Seed of the Heavenly King was a rare treasure in the world, and it would be of great use to him once he obtained it. It would be a pity to give it up here.

"It's just that it's not easy to obtain this seed."

He Ping felt the hostility of many powerful immortals around him, and knew that he could only fight his way out if he wanted to escape, so he no longer had any fear in his heart.

"You Emperor's power is indeed powerful, but for me, every point I consume will increase the loss of this power. I only have thirteen breaths at most, and all this power will be exhausted..."

All his thoughts were flashing in his mind. This kind of thinking would not waste any of his time, and he would make his next move.

He Ping punched out his fist again, aiming at Yan Wuhai, who was injured once among the immortals.

Yan Wuhai was injured, which turned him into the only "sheep" among the wolves.

To break through the siege of the immortals, this became an excellent breakthrough point.

He Ping took three steps with the "four great divine feet", one step for earth, one step for people, and one step for heaven, directly from the realm of desire to the three realms, like a supreme god measuring the universe with a grand vision.

Even if Buddhism has been around for thousands of years, few people can use this magical foot power to his current height.

Boom!

Every step he took felt like thunder coming from the east, like wind and rain approaching gradually.

He Ping's movement and stillness were unimaginable. In just these three steps, he was not restrained by anything. He passed directly through the obstruction of the three immortal gods, Ying Shenzi, Chu Zhaoyuan, and Makino Meteor, and appeared in Yan. Wu Wuhai was about ten feet in front of him when he struck with a horizontal punch.

"Come so fast?"

Yan Wuhai was also shocked. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to retreat, but at this moment he felt that there was no way out.

"Fight!"

This powerful immortal from Chongyang Palace did not retreat, or in other words, he relaxed in the desperate situation.

At this time, his hands formed a strange seal... which communicated with a certain great will: "Three Yangs will cause disaster! Eternal rise and never fall! Yuanhuang sacrifices fire to protect me!"

A ball of flames of three colors wrapped around Yan Wuhai's body, Huo Dezhen, who was like an ancient giant spirit. At the same time, the projection power from the deepest part of the Earth Source Realm erupted, and a huge pillar of flame enveloped him.

This power guarded Yan Wuhai like a whirlwind of flames.

"Does Yuanhuang offer sacrifices to the God of Fire?"

He Ping smiled slightly.

"It's a pity... Unless the noble god comes in person, we can't save this powerful immortal god!"

The power of the fist also struck down.

There are no words to describe the power and speed of He Ping's punch.

A punch without any tricks, but it showed the subtle changes in time and space of heaven, and penetrated the secrets of heaven and earth.

When this punch fell, there was no sound. When the next moment, extraordinary power came, and the thunder shook the ears, the heaven and the earth seemed to tilt from east to west.

What is even more surprising is that the immortals present were shocked to realize that most of the space was being engulfed in the violent raging of monstrous flames.

Bright fire light spurted out, like a fire dragon roaring. The protective fire of Yuanhuang's sacrifice to the God of Fire was scattered in all directions. The pure fire condensed by the three yang tribulations burned through the vacuum, but under this punch, it flew everywhere as if it was blown away. The shock caused by the force has not been eliminated.

It turns out that at some point, a large hole was suddenly torn apart in the void. A large hole was broken open. I don’t know how many void dimensions were connected. It was like a moth-eaten hole, revealing all kinds of weird time and space tunnels. .

Yan Wuhai was immediately exploded by this punch. His immortal body condensed with innate fire virtue, as well as the law itself, and his peerless immortal foundation were all destroyed by this punch!

The first victim of the battle among the immortals appeared.

Yan Wuhai, who was unable to withstand the punch, was the first to be killed!

At this moment, a look of astonishment appeared on the faces of many immortals and gods present.

"...I will not die!"

At the last moment of being killed, Yan Wuhai's will came like a curse: "The eternal Sanyang thought, please bring back the eternal homeland, one day, we will return together..."

"Returning fart!"

He Ping slowly retracted his fist.

Yan Wuhai was indeed killed by himself, but he also had a little doubt in his heart, because the moment this punch fell, Yan Wuhai's immortal spirit was indeed taken away by a force.

"What is the Yuanhuang Sacrifice Fire God doing?"

He believed in the power of his punch. Even if Yan Wuhai was a peerless true immortal, he would be smashed to pieces by this punch. It would be impossible for him to revive again within three thousand years by using the distortion of the heavenly way.

However, the will of Yuanhuang's fire sacrifice did protect Yan Wuhai, and took away a little of his immortal spirit and branded inspiration.

"It is certain that this guy has no chance of resurrection, but..."

The mysterious existence in the deepest part of the Earth Abyss, the strange god worshipped by the three innate gates, still has many secrets that outsiders cannot know.

The red lotus fire flew, traversed and expanded, and filled the endless void. The opportunity was fleeting, and the counterattack of the immortals came. It was the mysterious master holding the Tiandun Killing Sword. He moved his right hand, and the sword light shot out, bursting out an indescribable brilliance.

The Tiandun Killing Sword turned into a long rainbow, first soaring into the sky, and the speed increased halfway, like an arrow from a string, rising and falling like a dragon breaking through the waves, and stabbed He Ping's temple.

"...This move is too obvious!"

He Ping suddenly had a trace of doubt. In his opinion, among the immortals who were fighting at present, this immortal god who was suspected to be from Taiyi Daofu could be said to be the best in grasping the opportunity.

"What's the point of doing this?"

At this moment, from the flames burning through the void, the mysterious white-clothed master thrust out the Sky Escape Sword in his hand, and a spiritual wave spread throughout the venue.

"Everyone, this owl has taken away the Heavenly King Seed from the Taoist Wujie. With the evil power of the Dark Emperor, if you can't work together, all your efforts will be wasted and you will let it go!"

He Ping suddenly understood that the moment Yan Wuhai was killed, the immortals and gods present must have been greatly impacted. The immortals and gods are almost harmless. No matter how fierce the battle is, there is a chance to turn around and survive.

However, He Ping's punch shattered this illusion!

Yes, here, as long as you are an immortal or a true immortal, He Ping, who has the power of the Dark Emperor's blood and essence, can kill with his bare hands.

At the moment Yan Wuhai died, the immortals and gods felt a little "fear"!

That's right, He Ping killed the top masters present, all the masters of the immortal god level, to the point of being terrified.

"It's bad!"

He realized the other party's intention of saying this, and as soon as this sentence came out, the masters from all sides immediately had a new reaction.

"Shut up!"

He flashed, and the vitality rose, suddenly shrank and condensed on his fingertips, turning into a small ball, and collided with the sword light.

The fingertips intersected, but there was no sound, but He Ping could now seize any opportunity, and at the moment of attack, he could find a flaw in the enemy's offensive without any flaws.

Bang!

He just pointed his fingertips, and all kinds of forces twisted and spun out, and the blade of the Tiandun Killing Sword suddenly bent. The strong man from Taiyi Daofu also groaned, quickly moved back, and flew hundreds of miles away until he was in a safe position, then stopped suddenly, fell two steps, and spit out a small mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.

"What a powerful attack, but how long can you sustain such an attack..."

The man's eyes were shining, and he looked at him. In a flash, the other party's thoughts were also transmitted.

"You have at most ten breaths before you will use up this power!"

"Not ten breaths! I can kill you now..."

While communicating with him beyond time, He Ping took the steps of the divine foot. At this moment, there was no chance for He Ping to chase. Three powerful immortal gods came across the sky. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color and swayed on all sides.

"Damn...Fellow Daoist Yan of Chongyang Palace was killed!"

"We are the same in the three Xiantian sects, and we share weal and woe! This matter must not be let go like this."

"Revenge for Senior Yan!!!"

The three powerful immortal gods of the Xiantian three sects also woke up at this moment. The death of Yan Wuhai completely stimulated them, or it could be said that they were sad for the death of the rabbit, and the strong anger broke out in an instant.

Infant God Son, "Star Trapping Ancestor" Chu Zhaoyuan, "Toad Son" Muye Liuxing attacked together.

Grief and anger!

Tragic and heroic!

Inexplicable grief!

Infant God Son, Chu Zhaoyuan, and Muye Liuxing felt the grief of the rabbit's death, and their emotions were transmitted to the void. This was a joint attack by three powerful immortals. The power was like a rolling torrent, and the infinite breath was interwoven into a big net, which was spread like fishing, and like countless silk threads, it penetrated and wrapped everything up.

"He Ping, you are very angry! Originally, we didn't want to really tear our faces with you, but you dared to kill Yan Wuhai. From now on, our three Xiantian sects will fight you to the death!"

I don’t know what kind of moves this is, or what kind of magical power it is. This power surged over the sky and formed a strange power, which was endless and surrounded his body from all directions.

The three gates of the innate are indeed extraordinary. This power wrapped around from all sides, just like a huge magic net, or a chessboard that changes vertically and horizontally, temporarily suppressing He Ping’s invincible momentum.

Huh?

He Ping almost laughed out loud.

He had a feud with the three gates of the innate for a long time. Could it be that if he didn’t take it seriously, the three gates of the innate would let it go? Isn’t this funny?

“Chu Zhaoyuan, Muye Liuxing, I haven’t settled the previous accounts with you... You still have the nerve to say that you want to let me go! Then go and die now!”

Although He Ping was suddenly wrapped by this power, he was not afraid at all, and his body exuded a strange brilliance.

He took a deep breath, and his body was full of essence as he breathed. In the depths of his mind, he gained all kinds of information from the world. The energy of the Emperor You's essence and blood in his body expanded again, and his skin felt like it was cracking.

The blessing power of the Emperor You still existed, and he seemed to have a hundred times, a thousand times more fighting spirit. He always believed that his supreme fighting power could overwhelm all the enemies present.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!"

The master of Taiyi Daofu also stabbed out a sword light, and the elder Zhuo of the Bailong Sect, who had been watching the situation, also hit the Ashumi Dragon Fist, and a series of dragon-shaped fists blasted over from a distance.

The whole scene was detonated, and at this moment, several immortal masters also attacked without hesitation. With the help of this magic circle, various attacks fell from all directions.

Bang!

He Ping also stomped into the void with one foot.

"Step on the three realms of heaven, earth and people, leave the desire realm and shatter the universe!"

Boom!

His entire body suddenly changed, growing thousands of arms, like a mechanical puppet, with tens of thousands of arms, all grabbing and slapping.

At this moment, He Ping seemed to have turned into a thousand-handed Tathagata, and between his fists and palms, he contained the magical power of the "Four Great Divine Foot Passes".

This was really incredible. Who could have thought that he could use the "Four Great Divine Foot Passes", a magical method of traveling through time and space, in his attack in this state, which made his offensive become extremely fierce.

He Ping seemed to have really turned into a thousand-handed giant statue, stretching out thousands of arms. He stood still in the same place, but he could point east and hit west, south and hit north.

He fought against the five great immortal masters alone, and he was not at a disadvantage at all.

Instead, it was the Infant God Son, Chu Zhaoyuan, Muye Liuxing, the sword immortal master of Taiyi Daofu, and the Supreme Elder of the Dragon Worship Sect who fell into a disadvantage.

So strong!

When He Ping made this move, everyone present had the same feeling that He Ping was too strong.

They were both relieved and terrified.

Fortunately, this kind of strength was just an illusion! He Ping's power was completely blessed by the Emperor You, not his own power at all.

What's more terrifying is that this power was only given to He Ping by the Emperor You. If the Emperor You personally took action, what else in the world could resist it!

"Weak! Too weak!"

"This formation can suppress me for two breaths at most!"

"After two breaths, I will break out of the formation, and then none of you will be able to escape!"

When the storm of thoughts faster than lightning swept across the four directions, He Ping's attacks also arrived from all directions. His offensive simply encompassed all time and space. The power given by the "Four Great Divine Foot Passes" could penetrate all the void and reach any corner. Almost at the same time, the five great immortals were all attacked by him and suffered different injuries.

"What a powerful attack! I will also join in!"

Another clone of the Great Sage Qingzu also flew over from the turbulent space in the void. The demon great sage noticed this scene from the periphery and found that so many immortal masters were surrounding and killing He Ping.

He Ping was trapped in the big formation. His real body did not move. He relied on thousands of arms to fight left and right, and he was so excited that he could move back and forth and suppress the immortals.

"Such a once-in-a-lifetime battle! How can I miss it! Junior, don't blame me for bullying the weak with the majority. You are worthy of my attack now, so take it!"

The clone of the Great Sage Qingzu roared. In the sound waves of Hongzhong Dalu, Pingtian Niumo Fist fell from the air.