strokinit Chapter 268 The Gate Of The Underworld, Suppressing The Souls Of The Gods
Chapter 268 The Gate Of The Underworld, Suppressing The Souls Of The Gods
In a short period of time, Nangong Junchen has already checked the status of these spirits.
Except for the village chief and the blind soul, even if the other spirits exploded themselves, they could only exert the power of the peak of Tianzun, which was nothing to be afraid of.
Moreover, many spirits were obviously troubled by inner demons.
Unsurprisingly, the empress's methods must be too vicious, so that even if these spirits linger, there is no way to get rid of the impact of these demons.
In other words, these spirits are actually very easy to deal with.
Nangong Junchen smiled lightly and jokingly said, "Let's discuss it."
"Boy, what do you mean?"
The village chief was a little calm, but in fact he was secretly mobilizing his power and was ready to attack at any time.
"You can commit suicide collectively. I can bury you and Yun Hao together, how about that?"
Hearing these sarcastic words, all the souls were split. How dare this kid be so arrogant, and he is still humiliating them at this level, how can he bear it?
A bald-headed monk stepped out directly, and the entire divine soul body radiated golden light, and the runes were agitated, bringing domineering coercion.
"Ruyi Diamond Palm, degree of change!"
The bald head clasped his hands together, and immediately put out his right palm, the runes flashed, and the heavy force crashed down like a mountain, smashing towards Nangong Junchen.
"In Yun Hao's mouth, saving a life is better than a monk master who built a seventh-level pagoda?"
"Actually, it's just a flower monk who broke the precept and took refuge here."
The power of Nangong Junchen's soul fluctuated, and his eyes flickered with golden light. The two words were like a proverb, and fell in the ears of the bald monk, which immediately caused the other party's soul to stir.
The condensed palm wind also dissipated.
"Ah—" The bald-headed monk is even more like holding his head backwards, like pounding garlic, his head slammed into the ground frantically.
"I'm guilty!"
For a moment, the bald monk was in a state of confusion, the power of his soul dissipated rapidly, and he soon became dying.
This is clearly the power of the inner demon, and it easily devoured the power of the bald-headed monk's soul, causing him a great deal of damage.
All the gods were horrified.
Although their strength is no longer at the peak, their vision is not bad, and it can already be seen that Nangong Junchen's spirit is strong.
"Quasi-Holy Spirit!"
The souls of the gods were startled and felt terrible. No wonder this kid had such confidence to come alone to deal with them.
"Village Chief, what move are you going to use!"
The next moment, a voice as thin as a mosquito spread, the next moment, an aurora swept away, a fierce wind swayed, and a pitch-black wooden stick struck Nangong Junchen.
"Shhhh..."
The phantom of the wooden stick swayed, making it difficult to capture traces. In the blink of an eye, it hit Nangong Junchen's lower abdomen at a very tricky angle.
The chill rolled, bringing a ray of light that could not be clearly captured.
"boom!"
The wooden stick seemed to collide with the golden stone, and the fierce offensive suddenly stopped.
One eye of the blind soul shrank suddenly, and the soul body vibrated violently.
With his full blow, he didn't even touch Nangong Junchen's body, and was blocked by an illusory barrier.
"how come?"
The other spirits were horrified.
This stick is the famous skill of the soul blind man. He has never missed a shot. Rao is immortal and has suffered under this stick.
However, it was impossible to break Nangong Junchen's defense at this time.
What powerful defensive magic weapon does this kid have?
Nangong Junchen's face was slightly cold, and he had to say that the tricky angle of Soul Blind's trick was really hard to defend, and even at that moment, he felt as if his lower abdomen was being splashed by a basin of ice water, so it shouldn't be too sour.
That was just a momentary thought, but fortunately, he had the Zhenyue Divine Armor, and he quickly defended all the power of this stick.
"It's kind of interesting, Yun Hao's body technique came from you, but it's too weak."
While speaking, Nangong Junchen stretched out a palm, and the streamer flashed, and suddenly grabbed towards the wooden stick.
The soul-blind figure flickered, and with another stick, the dazzling shadow, the speed was so fast that it completely surpassed the sight of all gods and souls.
However, in front of Nangong Junchen's quasi-sacred soul and the eyes of all-powerful barrier-breaking eyes, all this is like a child learning to walk, slow to the extreme, and it can be easily grasped.
"You've been hiding for so long, and your movements are a little rusty."
Nangong Junchen grabbed the palm of his hand towards the wrong image, the runes burst out, and he grabbed the wooden stick in his hand in an instant.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound swayed, and the wooden stick was directly shattered.
At the same time, Nangong Junchen made a wrong step, and his figure was slightly light, and his palm was clasped at the neck of the soul blind man.
"Almost, enough to play with you!"
Immediately, Nangong Junchen threw the blind soul aside like throwing garbage.
buzzing.
A black light fell, and several black chains shot out from the void, directly binding the blind soul to the spot.
"Kakkaka!"
The crisp sound swayed open, and the blind soul was quickly pulled into a nihilistic door of light by the iron chain.
In a blink of an eye, the trail disappeared.
The souls of the gods suddenly ran away, and they stepped back a few steps, full of vigilance in their hearts.
Nangong Junchen doesn't plan to talk nonsense with them anymore. Overall, these spirits made him feel a little disappointed.
It seems that in this world, Yun Hao's routine is very different from the Huangtian Emperor template he has seen in his previous life. The strength of Guang Yunhao's masters is far less than that of Huangtian Emperor's masters.
But after all, this is understandable, after all, there are more variables of the female emperor.
It is very difficult for these spirits to leave some power to survive. It is absolutely impossible to retain the strength of the peak.
Nangong Junchen has already activated the gate of the underworld and started to capture a soul, and he does not intend to leave any room.
"kill!"
The village chief shouted and took the lead in urging a powerful force to charge towards Nangong Junchen.
The other spirits didn't want to sit still, and rushed to Nangong Junchen with their strongest forces.
Illusions, mental attacks, formations...
All the powers are intertwined, and countless Dao rules have evolved, and the runes are like the sea, bringing a heavy power.
However, this power is limited after all, and in Nangong Junchen's view, it is really a bit vulnerable.
Nangong Junchen's eyes were cold, his palms surging, the sea-like runes skyrocketed, and when the streamer was shining, he pressed against the power of the gods and souls, destroying the dead, directly shattering their power.
At this time, the black iron chains released by the gate of the underworld landed on the bodies of the gods.
"Chichi!"
As soon as the power to corrode the souls turned on, the souls of the gods fell directly from the air, with expressions of pain on their faces, and they all hugged their heads and screamed.
Nangong Junchen ignored him, his eyes swept to the village chief who was retreating rapidly, but he was still extremely calm.
From the spirit of the village chief, he felt a powerful force.
The opponent itself seems to have only the power of the early stage of the jurisdiction, but there is a power comparable to the realm of the avenue, which is slowly pulled along with the opponent's movements.