In the previous chapter, the name of Ming Zu was written as "Sixteenth Night" and has been revised. It should have been called "Sixteenth Day".

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The aura of the ancestor made all the creatures in the Demon God Realm kneel on the ground, unable to breathe.

"This is... the real ancestor!"

Patriarch Chongming was horrified, for a while, it was difficult to determine the real identity of the fisherman in Xinghai, Mingzu, or Corpse Nightmare?

It stands to reason that the possibility of Corpse Nightmare possessing an ancestor-level cultivation is extremely low, and the possibility of being able to survive from Minggu to this era is almost zero.

If he is both the first ancestor and the immortal, how could the corpse nightmare be willing to be subordinate to the ancestor of the underworld?

If the Corpse Nightmare is the ancestor, why did the Ming ancestor cultivate the Great Demon God in the chaotic ancient times?

No matter what the truth is, the ancestor Chongming at this moment has been completely conquered by the breath and power of the ancestor, and he dare not have second thoughts.

This is a deterrent from the deepest part of the soul!

It is the thought that every monk has been instilled since he embarked on the road of cultivation: "The ancestors are invincible and omnipotent."

Now that the matter has come to an end, Patriarch Chongming immediately released his mental power to cover the star field around the Demon God Realm, covering up the secrets of the heavens and preventing the heavens of the heavenly universe from knowing it in advance.

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The space is distorted, and the rules of heaven and earth are transformed.

In just a moment, Wen Tianjun, who visited Yaozu Ridge, was dragged into the battlefield of different time and space by the fishermen of Xinghai.

Unexpected changes, Wen Tianjun is still calm, looking at the ground under his feet, turning into a choppy sea of ​​darkness, with weak water winding and flowing above his head, how can he still not understand what happened?

The auras of the underworld and the weak water are incomparable, and the fields formed can change the world.

"Wow!"

Behind Wen Tianjun, the light and shadow of the Tongtian Tower appeared, holding the emperor's ruler tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the front.

Figures including Xinghai Fisherman, Patriarch Chongming, Afuya, Yan Wushen and others appeared in front of him one after another, standing on the surface of the Nether Sea, each with a strong breath and awe-inspiring power.

Everyone can form a world of their own by relying on the rules and gods they have cultivated.

The regular divine patterns are intertwined into a network in different time and space battlefields, everywhere and endlessly.

Wen Tianjun was in danger, fixed his eyes on Patriarch Chongming, and said: "It turns out that you have already taken refuge in Mingzu, no wonder you can suppress Minghai, it's a big show of deceiving the sky and crossing the sea."

The patriarch Chongming was calm, with formations and talismans gathered around his body, he said: "A good bird chooses a tree to live in! With us people, it is just an egg against a stone with an immortal. This principle, why don't you understand?"

Suddenly, the space shrank rapidly, filled with gray fog.

"Wen Tianjun, this move will break your spirit and clear your hands, and I will send you on your way! Break the body, break the soul, break the rules, break the way, and break the spirit."

The fisherman in Xinghai made a decisive move, not wanting to waste time, and traveled across time and space, with five fingers spread out, he pressed Xiangwen Tianjun with one palm.

Who would have thought that the Xinghai fisherman, who is famous for his spiritual power, would already be at the ancestor level in martial arts?

One palm sweeps the world, leaving Wen Tianjun nowhere to escape.

The five fingers contain five different terrorist forces, which are above the rules. Wen Tianjun released the semi-ancestor's regular divine pattern, which was completely unstoppable, and the light and shadow of the Tongtian Tower and the spirit of protecting the body were dispersed like a cloud.

Wen Tianjun has never encountered such a terrifying and powerful enemy. There is a long howling sound from his mouth, the blood in his body is transported, a billion lightning bolts rush out of his muscles, and he swings out the emperor's ruler.

As a half-ancestor, he proves the Tao with his physical body, and every particle of his physical body stores the energy of destroying stars and worlds.

Patriarch Chongming, Afuya and the others were all shocked.

Just based on the power fluctuations erupting from Wen Tianjun's body at this moment, they are sure that they will never be able to stop his punch.

How much energy is stored in the flesh and blood?

"Boom!"

In less than one breath, Wen Tianjun's half-ancestor's body was crushed by the five fingers of the Xinghai fisherman, turning into blood mist and a skeleton.

The Xinghai fisherman has heaven and earth in his palms, and Wen Tianjun cannot escape.

"Is this breaking the flesh?"

Yan Wushen held his breath.

He had personally witnessed the confrontation between Tianlao, Zhang Ruochen, Haotian and the Nine-Headed Stone Man. The strength of the fishermen in Xinghai was more than one or two chips higher than that of the Nine-Headed Stone Man?

This is the real ancestor?

A half-ancestor who can crush to death with a single strike?

Wen Tianjun's skeleton is intertwined with rules and order, and it has not completely collapsed. He raised his hands and supported it in the palms of the fishermen in Xinghai, and made a deafening voice: "What about the ancestors, as long as they can't kill me, they will only let me die." Get stronger."

The Xinghai fisherman's face flickered, sometimes holy, sometimes grim, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, break it for me!"

"Boom!"

Wen Tianjun's strongest bones, under the pressure of the ancestor's strength, finally could not withstand it and turned into pieces.

"The second break, break the soul!"

Flames of light appeared on the palms of the anglers in Xinghai, and each palm print was a river of fire, refining Wen Tianjun's half-ancestor spirit.

"Third break, break the rules!"

The ancestral divine patterns of the anglers in Xinghai merged with the gray mist of death, rushing towards the small world wrapped by the "Wu Po Qing Ling Shou" like a tide, trying to wipe out Wen Tianjun's cultivation base.

This is the last step before breaking the trail!

Banzu's rules and order are like pillars, supporting Wen Tianjun's avenue of practice for more than one million years. At this moment, it is constantly melting.

Patriarch Chongming, Peacock Queen and the others were already terrified by the fishermen of Xinghai, and the shadow was branded deep in their hearts, and they would never forget it in their entire lives.

I just feel that the star sea anglers are already invincible in the universe.

The current half-ancestors, such as Haotian and Tianmu, joked like children in front of them, and they would definitely be slapped to death, and it is impossible to resist.

"The ancestor is invincible!" the Peacock Queen said in a daze.

"Wow!"

Above the sea of ​​darkness, a huge crack thousands of miles long appeared on the battlefield of different time and space. Wisps of starlight spilled in from the cracks.

In the starlight, there are countless bright spots of light.

Every dot of light is a mark of martial arts.

"Catch up so soon?"

The fisherman in Xinghai frowned slightly, looked at Wen Tianjun whose body and soul had been almost completely obliterated, and said, "He will be left to you, remember to completely destroy his spirit and Tao."

The fisherman in Xinghai turned into a cloud of gray mist, rushed towards the crack in space, and disappeared into the sky and earth together with thousands of imprints of martial arts.

"To deal with Haotian, you have to go to Barr."

In Yan Wushen's ears, he heard the last lingering sound of the Xinghai fisherman.

"In this universe, is there any existence that can compete with him?"

Ancestor Chongming was in a heavy heart, feeling that the world was becoming more and more unfamiliar, and taboos that only existed in legends were appearing one after another. With his 93rd-level spiritual power, he could only drift with the tide like duckweed in the sea, and could not control his destiny.

Looking at Wen Tianjun whose body and soul were almost wiped out, Patriarch Chongming felt a little better, with a bit of gloating, and said: "The Kunlun world is really interesting. I thought that the birth of the two half-ancestors would lead to glory. Unexpectedly , It was the usual ending of the year, being beaten into the abyss. This is too high-profile ending, how could the ancestor allow such a powerful force in the sword world to exist?"

Yan Wushen reminded: "Don't underestimate any half-ancestor. Although Wen Tianjun's body and soul have been wiped out, but his half-ancestor's divine origin has not been broken, Taoism and spirit still exist, even the first ancestor You can't kill him easily. As long as you give him time, he will be able to regenerate enough blood and soul to return to the peak."

Only a little of Wen Tianjun's blood energy, indestructible matter, and spirit remained, like a wisp of red mist.

But until this point, the Xinghai fisherman failed to completely break his way and find his half-ancestor **** source.

The tyrannical spirit of the half-ancestor is always immortal, flooding the battlefield of different time and space.

"It's not that the ancestor can't kill him, it's just that he doesn't have so much time to spend with him slowly. The half ancestor has no power to resist in front of the real ancestor."

The mother of weak water from Tianhe

A human figure appeared in the picture, with long hair and high bundles, wrapped in purple gauze, walking barefoot, walking towards the red mist step by step.

In the red mist, Wen Tianjun's bones and blood were condensing, gradually turning into a human form.

The aura of the half-ancestor is constantly increasing, as if it is immortal.

With Ruoshui and Minghai two semi-ancestral powerhouses present, everyone present was not at all worried that Wen Tianjun could make any waves, everything was a foregone conclusion.

Not to mention that Wen Tianjun's combat power is at most only 10-20% left at the moment, even if he is still at his peak state, it is absolutely difficult to escape.

Patriarch Chongming looked at Yan Wushen, and suddenly said, "Can you give it to the old man?"

Yan Wushen smiled and said, "The ancestor is interested in his half-ancestor Shenyuan?"

Ancestor Chongming said: "Mental cultivator, the physical body is the biggest weakness. If he can refine his half-ancestor **** source into the body, I dare not say how much the combat power will increase, at least dare to lead everyone to the heaven to rescue the Great Demon God Otherwise, the old man may not be able to withstand Haotian's angry blow."

Ninety-three level of mental power, how can it be so easy to die, how can it be impossible to withstand a blow from Ban Zu?

Yan Wushen knew that Patriarch Chongming was looking for benefits, but he didn't realize it. He looked at the spirit of the dark sea that had turned into a human form, and whispered: "Mother of Weak Water used to get too close to Bai Yuan. It is better to give the source of the half-ancestor **** to her than to give it to Patriarch Chongming."

Although the spirit of the sea is in human form, it is only a piece of darkness, and the facial features and appearance are invisible.

"Just do as you say."

The voice of the spirit of the sea is erratic on the surface of the sea, faintly present.

Yan Wushen transmitted his voice to Chongming Patriarch: "I have already obtained Master Minghai's consent for you!"

"This favor, the old man will remember!"

Patriarch Chongming stepped on a river of spiritual power and walked towards Wen Tianjun who had already condensed into a human form.

Strands of spiritual power were shot to various parts of the battlefield in different time and space, constantly arresting and collecting Wen Tianjun's remaining soul fragments.

The Mother of Weak Water felt the will of Minghai and Yan Wushen, and knew that they represented Mingzu and Xinghai anglers respectively, so it was not easy to offend, so she had to retreat.

After all, she relied on Minghai to escape from the confinement of the Heavenly Court and recover her cultivation base.

"Ask Tianjun, now you don't even have the power to self-destroy the **** source?"

Patriarch Chongming bound Wen Tianjun with huge formation disks one after another, and said: "Remembering our friendship in the past, I can't bear to see you humiliated, so I will hand over the source of the half-ancestor myself, and I will definitely give you a decent death .”

"Want a half-ancestor divine source? Are you qualified?" asked Tianjun coldly.

Patriarch Chongming's expression gradually turned cold, and he said: "Then there is no other way, I can only spend some more time to slowly obliterate your rules and order. By the way, your daughter has acquired the mind of God conceived by Murong Buhuo's remnant soul. Bar?"

In Wen Tianjun's pupils, endless cold light gushed out.

"Huh."

Patriarch Chongming stretched out his claw-like palm, and with the release of mental power, circles of formations contracted, squeezing Wen Tianjun's newly condensed body.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's horn sounded!

Thousands of Buddha lamps appeared out of nowhere on the sea of ​​darkness, and a young and handsome monk in white came riding the waves.

It was Master Candeng.

Master Candeng and Wentianjun have been friends for many years in the frontier universe. They both practiced "Tongtianlu" to temper their bodies, and they also helped Wentianjun bring a letter to the concubine princess.

Because he had comprehended the "Book of Destiny", Can Deng has extraordinary attainments in the way of destiny.

In his destiny, he saw a trace of heaven's secret, so he took the initiative to ask to come with Wen Tianjun, but he didn't enter the demon **** realm.

Afuya was surprised, and said softly, "It's actually him!"

"No matter who you are, if you break into this place, don't leave!"

Ming Hai and the Mother of Weak Water sensed an extraordinary aura from Candeng, and they all used their supernatural powers to attack and attack.

Candeng manipulated thousands of Buddha lamps with his mind to block the mother of weak water from the Buddha's light.

In addition, thousands of Buddha lamps,

But it was scattered by the impact of Minghai.

The spirit of the underworld carries infinite mighty power, and makes the big mudra of earth-shattering. At this moment, all time becomes static.

"You are much stronger than her!"

Can Deng did not know how to break the suppression of the power of time, his palms formed seals, and a thousand-foot-tall golden bell mask appeared around his body, blocking the fingerprints of the spirit of the underworld.

"Buzz!"

Circles of ripples spread out, and the sound of the bell diffused in all directions, knocking Yan Wushen and Afuya back together.

The Peacock Queen, who was the weakest in cultivation, spat out blood from her mouth and was almost beaten back to her original shape.

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After blocking his palm, Master Candeng still had some strength left, and asked Tianjun, "Are you okay?"

"I can't die! But, if you don't take off your cassock and pick up your halberd again, we probably won't be able to fight out of this different time and space today." Asked Tianjun.

"I said a long time ago that when I took off the cassock, it was the day of the ancestor who broke the state. Unfortunately, the state of mind is not yet complete. "Can Deng let out a long sigh, full of endless depression.

"Have you talked enough, do you really regard our two half-ancestors as nothing?"

The Mother of Weak Water summoned Tianhe, smashed down the Buddha lamps on the top of Candeng, split out the emperor's ruler that he had seized earlier, and hit the golden Buddha bell.

"Although I can't take off the cassock, it's time to use the halberd. It's time to wash off its rust with the sea of ​​darkness and weak water."

Can Deng raised his sleeves like a cloud, and a long halberd appeared in his hand.

There are halberds on both sides, like a well.

It is a square sky painting halberd!

"Wow!"

Can Deng threw out his arm like a whip, and the painting halberd drew a bright arc from bottom to top, chopping the mother of Weak Water and flying upside down.

The scratches on her chest kept spraying water vapor.

The Emperor's Divine Ruler also flew out.

"Roar!"

At the same time, Wen Tianjun raised his head to the sky and screamed, his hair fluttering, he broke through the formations suppressed on his body, jumped up suddenly, and punched Patriarch Chongming's chest.

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