Supreme Uprising - Chapter 940

[Chapter 914 The strongest collision with the nine sons]

Jiuzi Xuanming has never paid much attention to Luo Yunyang’s behavior of condensing the sacred image. In Jiuzi Xuanming’s view, although Luo Yunyang’s sacred image has inspired a lot of visions, these visions to him, Nothing.

Therefore, he has been indifferently refining the two worlds.

Although it takes a lot of energy to refine the two worlds, but once the two worlds are refined, his nine sons, Xuanming, will get a lot of benefits.

But when this holy image appeared, Jiuzi Xuanming felt a huge threat, and this threat made him feel a sense of urgency from the rise.

A sense of urgency to execute Luo Yunyang!

At the moment when Luo Yunyang’s holy image was completed, Jiuzi Xuanming’s arm that moved the magic art suddenly accelerated by one point.

As Jiuzi Xuanming’s speed increased, the two-thirds of the two realms that had already shrunk, the speed of contraction suddenly increased tenfold.

In the blink of an eye, the two worlds turned into a huge picture with a length of ten thousand feet, and the stars and all things in the two worlds were reflected in this giant picture.

Luo Yunyang and his holy image were also in this giant picture. At the moment when the giant picture took shape, Luo Yunyang felt a huge restraint force appearing on his body.

With the emergence of this restraining force, Luo Yunyang felt a feeling that his entire being had to become part of this giant picture.

At this time, the sword essence left by Wanliu Yuanzun in his body had all been crushed. The emergence of the sixth and seventh cosmos also dissipated the energy in his body as if it were substantial.

At this time, Luo Yunyang didn’t have the mind to pay attention to the changes in his own cultivation. He knew that the most important thing for him at this time was to rush out of the Heavenly Treasure Map of the Two Realms that was about to take shape.

Coming out of the cave where he practiced, Luo Yunyang looked at Jiuzi Xuanming, who was only about a hundred feet away from him, and said in a deep voice, “Ninth son Xuanming, you have already missed the best opportunity to capture me, so let’s just say goodbye. Let’s go.”

In Jiuzi Xuanming’s eyes, a trace of coldness flashed, and Luo Yunyang’s words just now made Jiuzi Xuanming feel a bad feeling in his heart.

And Luo Yunyang’s demeanor made the feeling in Jiuzi Xuanming’s heart become heavier.

However, at the moment when this feeling arose, Jiuzi Xuanming felt that he was being too careful. Although Luo Yunyang’s performance was very extraordinary, he was only an existence at the seventh level of Heavenly Venerate.

He has been reborn in his ninth life, and has reached the strongest every time. Even an ordinary Yuan Zun can’t help himself, and how can he be afraid of a mere Luo Yunyang.

What’s more, even though the treasure map that refines the two worlds is one step away, it can be formed. As long as this treasure map is formed, it can be said that everything is under his control.

Jiuzi Xuan Ming, who was surging with thoughts in his heart, sneered: “I’m not ashamed, I will make you a warrior in my treasure map today.”

While speaking, Jiuzi Xuanming waved his hands, and a rope formed by law appeared silently in the void. And the object to be captured by these ropes is naturally Luo Yunyang.

Luo Yunyang’s expression was incomparably indifferent to these sudden forehead ropes, he sneered, and the holy image condensed on top of his head instantly flew into the air hundreds of feet.

Among the three-faced saints, the simple and eternal face of the saint suddenly swung his sword, and the sword was so far away that it was directly displayed.

Just a short distance away is the sword thirteen of Wanliu Yuanzun. Back then, Luo Yunyang relied on this so close to the horizon and forcibly survived the pursuit and killing of Yuan Zun of the Xuanming Clan.

At that time, because of the support of Wanliu Yuanzun, Luo Yunyang was so far away that he displayed extremely calmly.

However, with Wanliu Yuanzun’s return to the ruins, although Luo Yunyang was barely able to use the distance, he was broken by Jiuzi Xuanming’s finger.

It’s not that Moji Tianya is too weak, but that Luo Yunyang’s Moji Tianya is not complete. It can even be said that Luo Yunyang’s Moji Tianya has huge flaws.

But now, the use of this holy image is so close to the horizon, it is extremely complete, and there is no regret!

Even if Wan Liuyuan respects Sheng and asks him to display this so far away, it is nothing more than that.

The ropes that were supposed to rush to Luo Yunyang’s front, were silently stagnant at the moment when Luo Yunyang was so close to the world , it is difficult to get close to Luo Yunyang.

This is so far away!

The fight between Jiuzi Xuanming and Luo Yunyang can be said to have attracted the attention of countless people. Whether it is the master in charge, or the first Xuanming floating on the ancient Yuanming flag, they all looked at the battle with a solemn look.

When the lord saw Luo Yunyang’s holy image displaying that so far away, there was a flash of light in his eyes.

As the most top-level existence among Yuan Zun, the vision of the Lord Zun is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people. Luo Yunyang’s holy image itself gave him a powerful and incomparable sense of shock, and this sword is so far away that it has reached the level of Yuan Zun.

Although Jiuzi Xuanming is powerful, Luo Yunyang at this moment does not seem to be without the strength to fight.

And in the eyes of the first mysterious demon at this time, there is more jealousy, jealousy of Luo Yunyang. Luo Yunyang’s action made the first profound demon feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

For the first mysterious demon, Luo Yunyang’s shot just now gave him a feeling that he couldn’t resist.

Three-faced saints, Luo Yunyang only moved one side. If all three sides were moved, would he still be able to defeat Luo Yunyang?

The first mysterious demon is proud, but at this time, his pride is suffering the most crazy blows from Jiuzi Xuanming and Luo Yunyang.

“Not bad!” Jiuzi Xuanming sneered, he looked at the three-faced saint, and said coldly: “But with this method alone, if you want to escape from my hands, you are still a little short.”

Speaking of this, Jiuzi Xuanming sneered: “Your holy image is somewhat interesting, but this does not mean that you can be unscrupulous if you have this holy image.”

With the sound of Jiuzi Xuanming’s words, the nine blood-colored holy figures that were originally standing in the void shook their bodies almost simultaneously.

And with the shaking of the figures of these nine saints, they disappeared in a snap of their fingers. But when these nine holy signs appeared again, they had already appeared strangely around Luo Yunyang’s three-sided holy signs.

The nine blood-red sacred images did not seem to have any weapons in their hands, but their palms seemed to be the sharpest weapons, tearing the sky and the ground wherever they went.

Their shapes are constantly shuttled in various voids. Although they seem to be in the same void, only those who are wrapped in the nine blood-red Xuanming sacred images can feel these nine The horror of the blood-red holy image.

“Swish swish!” The nine blood-red sacred images made a soul-sucking voice. When the nine blood-red sacred images were about to rush to their own sacred images, they were holding a giant bell, as if they were dominating the contemporary sacred images. Suddenly the giant bell rang.

The world-shaking bell of the seventh-layered universe already had a feeling of substance. The moment the bell rang, layers of bell waves, like ripples in the water, spread out in all directions.

And those blood-red sacred images that can cut through the void are constantly retreating under this layer of bell waves.

Even the body with the blood-red holy image was constantly shattering under the attack of this Zhong Bo. Just as the nine blood-red sacred images retreated, the giant bell that had been ringing was suddenly pushed out.

The giant bell pushed horizontally and slammed heavily on a sacred image. In an instant, the blood-red sacred image turned into powder.

Jiuzi Xuanming looked at this competition with a very calm look. For Jiuzi Xuanming, he did not take the win or loss of this competition too seriously.

Because right now, he’s just a temptation. He wants Luo Yunyang to show all the power of the three holy images.

Although Luo Yunyang’s power has surpassed his estimation for Jiuzi Xuanming now, on the surface, his expression is still extremely calm.

“The power of your holy signs has really exceeded my expectations, but the more it is like this, the more I want to keep you here.” Jiuzi Xuanming took back the nine blood-red holy signs and looked at Luo Yunyang. road.

“Although those old men have always said that the woman in Xuanhen Temple is extremely important, I think you are more important than that woman.”

“Now, I’ll let you see my holy image, Lord Nine Underworld!”

When Jiuzi Mingzhu said these words, Jiuzi Xuanming’s voice had a hint of gloom, and even a hint of madness.

Following his words, blood-red rays of light rushed out from its body. That is to say, in an instant, a strange holy figure with a height of 100 feet, nine heads, and fifty arms, like a thousand-handed Guanyin, appeared in front of Luo Yunyang.

The moment this holy image appeared, it seemed like endless power was being used from all directions towards this holy image.

Around the holy image, countless spaces are surging. Every space is providing strength to the nine sons.

Luo Yunyang’s three-faced holy image gave people a feeling of incomparable majesty, but the Nine Underworld Lord at this time brought an extremely gloomy, extremely fearful, and extremely crazy feeling to people.

Luo Yunyang looked at the arms that spread out around the nine heads like a semicircle. He saw fifty-four blood-red orbs in the arms of these holy figures.

Each orb gave Luo Yunyang the feeling that it was a world. These orbs not only possess great power, but the feeling they give Luo Yunyang is not weaker than the giant bell in Luo Yunyang’s hands.

“Go!” Jiuzi Xuanming seemed to sense that Luo Yunyang was paying attention to the orb in his hand, and he snorted, and the fifty-four blood-red orbs turned into a long blood-red whip, which slapped him heavily. come over.