The five emperors took action together.

boom!

The starry sky suddenly disappeared.

The shattered darkness collapsed like dust. There is only a big blue-black banner in the cloudy world, flowing gold like blood, like an immortal pillar, the fire immortal piping the Emperor's breath, turning into an immortal piece of

Great realm.

The ghost emperor standing above the great realm roared and spit out endless immortal light.

The Chaos Fairy Breath is burning.

The eighteen levels of hell appear faintly under the light of fire!

Standing at the top of the giant blue-black banner, Tushanjun was breathing happily in the evil spirits between heaven and earth, his hair was dispersed, his horns pointed to the sky, and his purple-black nails twisted the laws of the great way, chewing the taste of Emperor Fruit.

Violent

Crazy and arrogant

Reckless

Every breath made the emperor's body's immortal blood surging, like a black gold river rushing and eroding.

The war is noisy and boiling like abyss.

The hideous emperor's head laughed wildly: "Happy!"

It's never been easier.

To this day, he finally doesn't need to worry about the defects of his magic power.

Although Dunyi is a great magical power attached to Cheng Emperor, he can use not many unfathomable magical powers, but at least he has great magical powers.

This is enough.

"It's so exciting!"

Tu Shanjun clenched the main pole of the soul banner in his hand, and the rotating black and red pupils all showed his pleasure. Today, he can finally fully demonstrate his strength.

...

All the Yamas in the underworld went into the air in unison.

Ghost Emperor's Plundering Formation.

The Lord of the Underworld is fighting.

The Emperor of Taiyin and King of Garnaro are on both sides.

Tu Shanjun glanced at him and bared his teeth: "Go back!"

The Ghost Emperors of Yama were stunned:

"Old ancestor!"

"You are not their opponents." Tu Shanjun looked at the 'mache' in his hand. Although his expression was arrogant and he seemed to not take anyone seriously, he had already discovered the power of the Five Emperors in the fight just now.

These great magical powers of subordinate Emperor Cheng are probably not able to defeat two or three combinations.

This is the foundation of the old monsters.

The true strong one among the ten clans.

Tushanjun doesn’t want anyone to die in the underworld again.

Whether it is being killed or "disappeared" because of too many actions.

In this battle, he completely cleared all obstacles in the Yintian and completed the real palm of the sky.

"Once I try my best, I can't take care of too many people, and many people will die."

"Guard the underworld!"

Everyone was shocked.

Retreat to Luodu Mountain.

It is not because of greed for life and fear of death, but because of compliance with the order.

Since the ancestor said so, it is likely to subvert the cloudy sky.

Their guardianship of the underworld is basically more important than anything else, because this is the source of the ancestor's strength. Even if they can't escape, there will be other great magical powers to take over again.

There was such a plan in the underworld once, but who could hold the soul banner before the Qing Emperor took action?

Seeing everyone's understanding, Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

The yin and yang grinding wheel behind it is as strong as the wild moon, as if the ancient moon in the starry sky is close to the ground.

The bright moonlight illuminates the cloudy world, but it is not as dazzling as the person standing on the top of the soul banner.

The eyes are like lightning.

The sound is like thunder.

Tushanjun calmly raised the mace in his hand and said hoarsely: "Submit, or die!"

...

The Forgotten Ancient Emperor exclaimed: "The Master of the Palm Heaven?!"

"Not yet, but it's too soon."

The Kuixing Emperor of the Heavenly Clan is like a starry sky, retaining only the personal form, like a true immortal descending from the fairyland. This is no longer the nine orifices, but the existence that is about to return to the same state in a chaotic shape.

Now he was also full of solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "His eighteen levels of hell have not been completely completed."

Kuixing Emperor holds a wonderful tree with his left hand and a golden lamp with his right hand. The fairy breath slowly spreads out like a chaotic starry sky, and the powerful aura runs through ancient and modern times.

The precious tree blooms in full bloom and sprinkles with golden sand, like a divine wood and fairy medicine that survives in heaven and earth, and is as good as the blue-black Heavenly Pillar Soul Banner that stretches out the sky and resists the earth.

The old zombie spit out fangs: "It seems that I can't hide my weaknesses anymore."

A treasure vase was hanging on his head, circling drippingly, emitting the aura of the Emperor Zombie.

As a zombie, it goes beyond the Three Realms and is not among the Five Elements. The corpse clan is a relatively strange existence among the ten clans. Any wise man in the world who becomes a corpse, takes his path. He is particularly ancient after his death.

It is said that the old zombie was a great magical power from ancient times during his lifetime. After his death, the emperor further understood the path to death, thus achieving great magical powers again.

Such a powerful man cannot be simply estimated by the laws of the great way and supernatural powers.

The pure bottle radiates a terrifying life, just like an immortal mountain.

A pair of purple gold iron hands flew out of the clean bottle.

The old zombie rubbed his thick nails and put on the Iron Hand Emperor's Soldier, and said loudly: "His combat power is amazing, no less than the leader of the Palm Heaven. It just so happens that I have never drunk the leader's blood. Maybe he has these three

The living emperor who unites Tao can take my husband's avenue further."

Greed flashed in purple-red eyes.

Others may care about the six realms of reincarnation and the great way of the underworld to implement the world, but he doesn't care. He hopes to find the perfect secret from Tushanjun.

"Even if the true leader is in our joint efforts, he should die." The dragon man's Emperor Xiheng was serious and looked down on all living beings. Those juniors who were affiliated with Emperors were not their one-union enemy, even the Ghost Emperor was the Ghost Emperor.

Their names of the Nether Lord and theirs are just because the reputation of the upper clan is not obvious and they are highly praised by the lower clan.

Emperor Xiheng stretched out his palm, held the Nine Dragon Emperor's weapon fan with his palm, and blew out a breath of fairy air. The emperor's weapon turned into a big fan, holding it with one hand.

The light of the Nine Dragon Fan is like the first ray of wind between heaven and earth, drawing out a pure glazed world, completely slashing out a world carrying the ancient dragon emperor in the cloudy and sky realm.

Flip the fan surface, five small fans flew down and turned into command flags.

"Five Elements Wind and Fire Array!"

Emperor Yan said lightly: "Palm the sky? Tear through the underworld and tell him not to be the leader!"

Clam!

The battle halberd is like a murderous aura, and the iron armor is as thick as an immortal barrier.

As the ancestor of the Yanmo clan, who ranks second in the ten clans, the Yanmo Emperor is only strong and not weak.

This is also why the ancient emperor of the Yanmo tribe wanted to launch this subversive rebellion.

Unlike the Burial God Clan, the Yama Clan is indeed too powerful. It doesn’t need to look at anyone’s expression. All of this has changed because of the appearance of the underworld.

If this coup is made, Tushanjun can sit down and have a good talk. If the six great power positions are separated out, the ten clans are willing to pay a considerable price.

However, when Tushan Jun left no room for room, the ten clans had no other choice.

The five ancient emperors each held a small fan, and the five mysterious lights of heaven and earth surrounded the soul banner.

...

The evil monk said sternly: "No wonder God didn't let us take action. These old monsters are emerging one after another. I'm afraid that we will be refined by the formation as soon as we use our magical powers."

As he said that, he looked at his ancestor, the Blood Sea Nether Lord. After he achieved great power, he also had a treasure and magical technique.

The Nether Lord was extremely tall, with his hands behind his back, and the blood sea beads flashed. The sword light of Yuantu Jian cut through the chaotic Xuanji, blocked everyone, and said lightly: "It's normal for the old guys to have some coffins.

If you have lived for too long, the laws of the Great Dao have penetrated into the world. Don’t think that you have not been in charge for a day, but in fact, your Taoism is not weak at all."
To be continued...