With the five main peaks of Xianji Mountain as the center, the dead people built eight war fortresses in eight directions, and fierce wars broke out at this time.

In Xianji Mountain, a death warship forged with holy bones is hidden in the fog.

Many figures stood at the bow of the ship, staring at the battle outside through the fog.

The leader is not someone else, but the current controller of Xianji Mountain - the Son of the Origin Demon God.

On both sides of the Source Demon Son, there were six people standing, four men and two women. The aura emitted by each of them was extremely terrifying and not ordinary people.

Without exception, these people are all descendants of gods and have profound cultivation, and none of them are weak.

The first person on the left of the Son of the Source Demon God is slightly thin, with a pair of gray wings behind him, emitting a decayed and dead aura. He is the Son of the Red Star.

"Son of the Source Demon, the situation seems to be a little bad there. Are you sure that Commander Honu and He Yun can handle it?" The Son of the Red Star frowned slightly.

He found that the Source Demon Son seemed to be too calm, and the general who died under his command died, but he did not respond at all.

Although there are many powerful people under their command, they cannot withstand the loss. It doesn’t matter if the Dead General loses some, but if one or two Dead Generals lose, anyone will feel pain.

For example, the Son of Chixing, three death generals under his command had died in succession, which almost drove him crazy.

The Source Demon God Son seemed extremely calm and said, "No need to worry, Zhang Ruochen can't make big waves. But that fairy of the Hundred Flowers made me feel a little tricky."

"Fairy Baihua? She is only in the Dao Realm realm and has the most strength, and is similar to Commander He Yun. What's the trick?" The Chi Xing God Son looked puzzled.

The son of the Source Demon shook his head slightly and said, "You underestimate this fairy of Flowers too much. Her martial arts cultivation is indeed not too high, but her mental power is extremely strong, and I'm afraid she is not inferior to the Ming Cicada."

Upon hearing this, the Son of the Red Star and the Son of the Goddess and the Goddess all showed surprise. They had never noticed this, but they did not doubt what the Son of the Source Demon God said.

The Source Demon Son not only has strong martial arts cultivation, but also has extremely strong mental power. He has almost no weaknesses. Otherwise, he would not be one of the top ten powerful people in the Dead Clan Saint King Realm. No one can let him use all his strength to fight.

"Since Fairy Hundred Flowers is so powerful, with her here, Honu may not be the opponent." A very tall goddess frowned.

A son of god with four arms was born with a smile and said, "Goddess Mu Ling, don't worry too much. I believe that the son of the Source Demon must have already thought of a solution."

A faint smile appeared in the eyes of the Demon God Son, and he said, "Have you forgotten it? Qi Yang has long been eyeing the nine fairies who have long been eyeing the "Nine Immortals Beauty Picture".

"Qiyang has come?" The son of Chixing showed surprise.

The Demon God Son nodded: "Well, Fairy Yuan appeared in the Northern Territory, why would Qiyang not come?"

"I'm afraid only the beauty can make Qi Yang interested. Since he comes here, we will be much more relaxed in this battle." A smile appeared on the face of the Chixing God Son.

Who is Qiyang?

Like the Son of the Source Demon God, he is one of the top ten powerful people in the Dead Clan Saint King Realm, and is terrifyingly powerful.

He has a well-known hobby, which is to collect beauties. Beauties from all ethnic groups are the objects of his collection.

Qi Yang has always wanted to use the nine fairies in "The Nine Immortals Beauty" as the collection target, but he has never had a chance.

Suddenly, the son of the Source Demon God's expression became serious and said, "Not only will Qi Yang take action later, we also need to take action. Come and meet the masters in the Heavenly Court Realm, be careful and don't accidentally fall into the other party's hands."

"Zhenyuan is mine, you can choose whatever you want." A ray of light appeared in the eyes of the Son of Chixing.

The son of god who was born with four arms smiled and said, "It seems that you suffered a loss in Zhenyuan's hands last time, otherwise, you might as well give Zhenyuan to me?"

The Son of Chixing turned his head and said coldly: "Yuku, you'd better keep my business away. Last time it was just a test. Do you really think I'm afraid of Zhenyuan?"

"Just talk, why bother so seriously? Just leave Zhenyuan to you to deal with it." The son of the Ku Shenshou shrugged.

The relationship between these sons of gods and goddesses is not absolutely harmonious. After all, the forces behind them are different. Many times, they are happy to see others suffer losses.

The laws of survival in the Hell Realm are extremely cruel, and there are more battles than in the Heaven Realm.

In front of the war fortress where Zhang Ruochen was, suddenly, a strong wind whistled, and a golden light suddenly appeared, turning into a huge golden demon bird.

On the back of the golden demon bird, a handsome man in golden armor stood in the wind, smiling and had an outstanding temperament.

As soon as he appeared, his eyes were fixed on Fairy Baihua, as if in his eyes, everyone else disappeared, and only Fairy Baihua was left in the world.

"Beautiful, so beautiful, it is worthy of being the fairy of the flower in "The Beautiful Nine Immortals". She is really more beautiful than flowers." A handsome man wearing golden armor showed a look of greed in his eyes.

He is not someone else, but Qiyang, the son of the Source Demon God. He is one of the top sons of the Dead Clan, as famous as the Source Demon God Son.

Ji Fanxin shook Commander He Yun with a light palm, and then turned his attention to Qiyang.

After seeing Qi Yang's eyes, a look of disgust flashed in Ji Fanxin's eyes.

Qiyang flew out from the back of the golden demon bird, came ten feet in front of Ji Fanxin, and smiled and said, "In Xia Qiyang, I have heard of the name of the fairy of the Flowers for a long time, and I have always admired her. I wonder if the fairy can fulfill my infatuation?"

"Qiyang, one of the top ten powerful people in the Dead Holy King Realm, the sixth son of the King Qitian, the danger index is ten, and I love to collect beauties the most. Now it's a big trouble!" Ji Fanxin frowned.

She has long kept the information of the very powerful sons of gods and goddesses in the Hell Realm in mind.

As long as the danger index reaches level 10, without exception, it has the terrible combat power to compete with the Immortal Great Saint and even defeat the Immortal Great Saint.

In the entire hell world, the most powerful monsters with a danger index of level 10 are extremely rare, such as the Immortal Blood Clan, the Rakshasa clan and the Shura clan. There are only a few people in each clan.

According to rumors, there is a top 100 list of the Holy King Realm in Hell Realm, which lists the top group of monster geniuses among the major tribes in the Hell Realm.

Anyone who can make it to the top 100 list will have a danger index of level 10.

The extremely powerful Blood Slaughter God Son in Jian Tomb is actually very low on the top 100 list.

Qiyang ranks very high, ranking in the top 50, which means that his strength is better than that of the Son of Blood Slaughter.

"Hmm? Qi Yang is here too!"

On the warship, Xuanyuan Likong frowned slightly.

Before the war, they had already calculated everything, but Qiyang was not among them.

A powerful man like Qiyang is enough to influence the direction of a war.

Zhen Yuan turned his eyes to Ji Fanxin and said, "Qiyang should be coming for the two fairies. As long as the fairy of Baihua can restrain him for a period of time, it will not have much impact on our plan."

"Can Fairy Hundred Flowers restrain Qi Yang?" Xuanyuan Likong was a little worried.

Zhen Yuan said: "Junior Brother Zhang told me that in the battle of the sword tomb, the fairy of Flowers has made a lot of efforts, and the fairy of Flowers is so calm that she should not be afraid of Qiyang."

"Well, Fairy Baihua can forcefully use her mental power to obtain the memory of General Black Flame. Her mental power must be extremely powerful. With this, she is indeed expected to fight against Qi Yang. However, Zhang Ruochen's side makes me even more worried." Xuanyuan Likong turned his eyes to Zhang Ruochen, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

Zhen Yuan smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhang is a successor of time and space. Even if he really can't defeat it, he is enough to protect himself. There is no need to worry about him. Moreover, if you want to break through the second line of defense of the dead clan, you may also need to use Junior Brother Zhang as a breakthrough."

"You are full of confidence in him. It seems that your Taoist lineage is ready to support him with all your strength." Xuanyuan Likong shook his head and said.

Upon hearing this, Zhenyuan just smiled and didn't say anything else.

"Zhenyuan, fight with this son of god."

At this moment, the loud shout of the Son of the Red Star God sounded.

The gray wings on the back of the Red Star God Son swelled, and the dead spirit surged, as if billions of undead were about to walk out of the underworld.

At the same time, the Source Demon God Son and the other five God Sons, the goddesses also appeared, and each of them released an extremely powerful aura, and the evil spirit of death emerged wildly, covering the sky and the sun.

"Well, Yuan Demon, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Xuanyuan Likong roared and released a strong sense of fighting.

As the new generation of war gods in Wanxu Realm, his strength has been completely improved through battles, and every battle can make him stronger.

Only when you are undefeated in a thousand battles and die in a thousand battles will you become the God of War.

Since he arrived at the battlefield of merit in the Northern Region, Xuanyuan Likong has been looking forward to a good battle with the Source Demon Son.

With his current strength, only by fighting with powerful people at the level of the Source Demon God Son can he further his strength.

The Source Demon Son took a step forward, and the underworld spread under his feet, and the breath of death spread in all directions, as if he wanted to turn this world into the underworld of death, annihilation of all vitality.

"Xuanyuan Likong, I have long wanted to fight with you. I hope you don't let me down." The son of the Source Demon has already released a strong fighting spirit.

"Take me a punch."

Xuanyuan Likong was unwilling to talk nonsense and launched an attack very simply.

What he used was also the God King Battle Heaven Fist, but the power he used was not comparable to that of the three Tu brothers.

To be precise, the three brothers of the Tu family practiced the simplified God King Zhantian Fist, which was just an intermediate-level holy technique.

Xuanyuan Likong practiced Wuque's God King Zhantian Fist, which is a real high-level holy technique.

There are three types of God King Battle Heaven Fist circulating in Wanxu Realm, namely: low-level holy art, intermediate-level holy art and high-level holy art.

At the beginning, the monks in Wanxu Realm practiced the God King Zhantian Fist at the low-level holy art level. They laid the foundation first, so that they have hope to cultivate the God King Zhantian Fist at the mid-level holy art and the high-level holy art level.

According to rumors, the real God King Zhantian Fist is a powerful magical power, a great saint who simplified it and became a holy art, and spread it in the Wanxu Realm.

The God King Zhantian Fist at the high-level holy art level is already extremely powerful. Since its creation, few people have been able to cultivate themselves in the Holy King realm.

From this, it is enough to see how amazing Xuanyuan Potian is, and he deserves the title of "God of War".
Chapter completed!