Heavenly Martial Arts - 685. Chapter 677

“How could it be like this, as if this world has one more…Master?” All the creatures in the underworld were shocked at this moment.

They clearly felt that just… there was an extra layer of sky above their heads.

That kind of vast oppression made them feel awe from the bottom of their hearts. This is the awe of mortals for the world and the fear of the endless universe.

Only a few dark kings in the half-ancestral realm, they looked at each other and took a deep breath, looking at the figure standing on the peak of the underworld, which belonged to He Heng.

With their cultivation base, it is natural to see that the source of all this… comes from there.

He Heng didn’t mean to conceal the slightest bit. He was condescending, looking down the entire underworld like a heavenly path, and his voice resounded like thunder in the ears of every creature.

“This seat has refined the origin of the underworld, and has become the eternal ruler of the world, claiming to be the lord of the underworld, and I am the sky!”

This voice is huge, and it is more expressive of the majesty of the sky, and its unparalleled aura. When it resounds, the entire underworld is also cooperating, manifesting endless visions.

God’s will is my will, and my body is above the sky and the earth!

As long as the creatures in the underworld, regardless of their cultivation level, they feel a strong oppression at this moment, making them bow their heads, that is the shock from the soul.

He Heng stood holding his hand, his figure deeper and deeper, as if he had escaped from the world and stepped on the world under his feet. The momentum is extremely magnificent, extremely majestic, extremely untouchable.

“Such him…” Several dark kings looked at each other, and they all saw the bitterness in each other’s eyes from a short distance away.

“Heishan ghost emperor, dominate yin and yang, and last forever!” “Ghost emperor has no borders, dominate yin and yang!”…

A yin spirit, at this moment, worships, and worships He Heng who stands at the highest point of the underworld.

At this moment, the underworld is completely unified.

No matter what the dark kings have in the end, at this moment, they have lost their meaning.

The only thing they can do is to follow the general trend and lower their noble head.

“I’ll wait, to see the ghost emperor!” Several dark kings bowed bitterly.

He Heng silently looked at all the yin spirits in the underworld, with deep pupils and endless vastness, overlooking the world.

“It seems that the origin of the underworld still has some effect. The suppression and shock to the underworld is still above the pressure of the ancestral gods.” Thinking about this, he flicked his sleeves and appeared in front of the uncertain Tongtian in an instant.

“Have you seen it, the underworld is already unified, and this seat is the only master of the underworld! Here… outsiders are not welcome! Leave your sword and you can roll.” He Heng’s tone was very calm, but there was a kind of expression. Domineering and aggressive.

Tongtian’s face was pale, how many years, when did he enjoy this kind of treatment?

He couldn’t help holding the sword in his hand tightly, wanting to fight him to death and wash his shame. But reason inhibited his behavior, because he understood that he was not an opponent.

The person in front of him was originally a half-ancestral character. Fitting in the underworld, the power at the moment is comparable to that of the ancestors and is invincible at all.

But because of invincibility, should I give up? Put down the sword in your hand and try to steal your life?

No, he is a man who dared to swing a sword at the ancestor god. How can I withdraw, how can I withdraw?

Suddenly, Tongtianyan was waiting to be determined, and he swung his sword towards He Heng.

Even if he knows that this is a dead end, even if he understands that the other party is invincible, he is a person who is in the sky and is not afraid of any powerful enemy. Even if he is killed, he dares to take a sword!

It is better to live in humiliation than to die vigorously,

The spirit is sublimating, and the realm is climbing. At this moment, the sky has reached the peak and the most extreme in life.

He was closer to the realm of the ancestor god than ever before, and he saw that higher realm.

The three-handed killing sword blended into his body at this moment, making him a powerful killing sword that shook the past and the present, slashing everything!

This is also his way, his practice.

What he did in his life, under this sword that was cut with his body as a sword, his expression was vivid and vivid, reaching the apex.

He surpassed himself.

But this will not change much.

No matter how amazing he is, no matter how surpassed at the last moment, he will never escape the fate of the end.

One hand is as white as jade.

Choked his throat.

No one knows how it appeared, as if when He Heng stretched it out, it appeared above Tongtian’s throat.

It seemed that destiny strangled everyone’s throat, and at a critical time, gave everyone an end.

The hand of fate, the throat of man.

One hard.

The sword fell, people died, and hands disappeared.

So simple, so easy.

The heavenly soul breaks through the underworld, and above the longevity continent, there is a vision in the sky, and the sky is weeping.

“This is the appearance of the fall of the half ancestor. What happened to the fall of such a big man?” The strong men of the Changsheng Continent talked a lot.

On a huge island in the East China Sea, many disciples of Tongtian looked at the extinguished soul lamp in front of them, and there was deathly silence.

After a long time, no one dared to believe in it.

“Master, fallen…”

“Tongtian actually fell, what is going on?” Many half ancestors on the Changsheng Continent were shocked, and they were also shocked by this sudden event.

A white-haired old man’s eyes throbbed with Tai Chi yin and yang, and suddenly said: “It seems to have fallen in the underworld, I will wait there to see.” He is Tongtian’s brother, Lao Tzu.

“Okay.” The other half ancestors nodded.

In any case, the fall of a half-ancestor is a big deal, we must figure out the reason, otherwise who knows if it will be my next turn?

…

“Sure enough, illusory?” He Heng muttered as he watched the three swords falling in front of him.

He just killed Tongtian.

This is nothing to be surprised.

Tongtian is only a half-ancestor, and he is a powerhouse close to the King of Stone Man.

At this level of cultivation, killing a half-ancestor is like strangling a bug.

But this is actually quite wrong.

Because Tongtian is not an ordinary half-ancestor, there are too many similarities in the heavens and myriad realms, they have a common source, and the source of Tongtian is naturally only one, the supreme existence.

He died so simple, why is this?

Contacting the original work of the Longevity World, He Heng quickly understood.

This Tongtian is illusory, it is an illusory existence deduced by some existence, and has nothing to do with that Tianzun.

Otherwise, even if it’s just an incarnation, it’s by no means simple.

Lao Tzu from the Montenegrin world clearly proved this.

“What are they going to do? What is the meaning of the existence of this longevity world? Why are there so many people here, and why are there some great existences that are artificially deduced?” He Hengyi can only hear him. See the voice whispered.

He was talking about… them.

“The answer to everything should actually be very simple… what would it be?” He Heng put away the three swords, his eyes gradually deepened.