Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 997

The fragmented space in Fengdu Underworld continued to spread, and the Ghost Cultivator area and Yama Temple were affected at the same time, countless Ghost Cultivators, Demon Cultivators, and ghosts were instantly engulfed.

Facing the threat of space shattering that may be swallowed up at any time, no one can pay attention to the victory or defeat in the battlefield of millions of people.

Before that, they had already felt that there should be a world-penetrating power fighting in this Fengdu underworld, right in the place where visions abound.

The space became unstable, and the main backbone of the Yan Luo Temple, Lu Juan, was the first to bear the brunt. If the Fengdu Underworld was destroyed, how should they explain it to the higher authorities?
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, even forgetting to fight.

At this time, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha said: "Fellow Daoist Lu Pan, you can't continue fighting, you must first find a way to stabilize the underworld space, no matter who the two fighters are, the underworld space cannot be disordered. "

The underworld is related to the major events of reincarnation and reincarnation, and no mistakes are allowed.

That's why Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva dismissed this statement, and it was highly endorsed by everyone.

But what makes Lu Pan more melancholy is that he knows how to choose, but this is not the point at all. The point is how to stabilize the space and prevent it from breaking down.

If this problem is not resolved, it will be useless to go back.

But among their group of immortals and Buddhas, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva may be a little more advanced. He didn't say how to do it, and maybe he didn't even know what to do.

"Anyway, let's go back and find a way."

Facing the threat of death, even the group of ghost cultivators on the opposite side seemed reluctant to attack, let alone the millions of ghost cultivators who were greedy for life and afraid of death.

The truce has become a foregone conclusion, and staying here is useless.

The Immortals and Buddhas of Yan Luo Temple were about to go back home, but at the moment when they made up their minds, there were shouts of excitement from the demon cultivator camp.

High in the sky, a battle ax spun towards this side rapidly.

Immortals and Buddhas in the Yan Luo Palace suddenly opened their eyes wide. A giant over three meters tall was rushing towards this side, covering thousands of miles in one step, and arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

The giant came in front of everyone in Yan Luo Hall and stood above the camp of demon cultivators.

The next two 10,000+ demon cultivators shouted again.

"Mars,"

"Mars,"

The war god of the Demon Race rushed to the outside of Puxian City in an instant after snatching the Yinyang Soul Cleansing Banner from the border of the underworld.

With a pair of battle axes in hand, he vowed to slaughter all the immortals in the world.

"Demon Race God of War,"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has a dignified expression on his face, and if he appears here so intact, doesn't that mean that the battle over there is over, and the power of the heavenly court has also failed?

"You group of immortals and Buddhas, none of you can leave today."

The Demon God of War let out a loud laugh, swung his tomahawk, and two cracks appeared outside Puxian City again.

"The God of War of the Demon Race, the underworld of Fengdu is responsible for reincarnation and reincarnation. Are you really going to destroy the underworld if you act so recklessly?"

Seeing this situation, Lu Pan's face had already turned pale, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak when he yelled at the Demon God of War.

"You are so bold and reckless, aren't you afraid that you will be entangled with evil obstacles, and the heavens will be wrathful?"

The Demon God of War chuckled, "Surrounded by evil? Heaven is wrathful?"

As soon as the battle ax struck, the entire Puxian City was split in two, with a crack in the middle, and the ghost cultivators living in the city fell into the crack like beans being dumped.

"I did, so what?"

"Incompetent people only know to rely on others, but don't you know? Heaven has long given up on you."

Of course the Demon God of War would think so. Now that the great catastrophe is coming to the Heavenly Court, the Ten Thousand Immortals in the Immortal Class are falling to the mortal world one by one like dumplings.

Therefore, the Demon God of War feels that the time has come, and the opportunity for their Demon Race to return to the altar has arrived.

"Even if the Dao of Heaven abandons us, it will not be your turn to show off your might as a demon."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva yelled loudly, sat down and listened, and suddenly jumped up, only to hear him proclaiming loudly: "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

There is a golden light on his body, and the real Buddha has come.

With just one punch from the Demon God of War, Di Ting was knocked to the ground, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva soared into the air in some embarrassment.

Looking at the majestic and majestic Demon Race God of War, he thought to himself, I am afraid that such a battle must invite Xitian Tathagata to come in person.

While thinking about it, a young figure suddenly appeared above the head of the Demon God of War, with his hands on his back, watching with great interest where the Demon God of War was growing up.

Lu Pan's open-mouthed boss, the young figure who looked at the Demon God of War with a playful look was Fan Denglong who he personally sent to Naihe Bridge a few months ago.

It's just that Fan Denglong's temperament seems to have changed a lot at this time. When he carried his hands on his back, his eyes were deep, and it seemed like there was an endless galaxy.

"Humph,"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was knocked down by a single blow, and the demon god of war raised his battle axe, ready to accept the shouts of the demon cultivators below, but who knows, he didn't hear anything for a long time.

He couldn't help looking down angrily, but saw those demon cultivators looking at him with a strange expression, and the Demon God of War was also surprised.

"What's so strange? They're looking at me."

A faint voice came from above, and the Demon God of War suddenly raised his head and saw the familiar figure, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"Of course I'm back. You had a lot of fun beating me before."

Fan Denglong smiled faintly, and hooked his fingers towards the Demon God of War, "It's not good for a big guy to be too arrogant."

The Demon God of War looked at Fan Denglong blankly, because he realized that he couldn't see through the opponent's cultivation at all.

"It's time to end it,"

Fan Denglong was talking to himself, saying words that the Demon God of War couldn't understand.

Teleporting, Fan Chengfeng appeared beside the Demon God of War and punched.

The Demon God of War was instantly knocked into the air, flying thousands of miles backwards.

After that, Fan Denglong's figure appeared behind the Demon God of War again, and stepped out.

The previously unstoppable Demon God of War was beaten up like a sandbag by Fan Denglong's hands, and he had no power to fight back. A group of melon eaters below expressed their astonishment.

"how is this possible,"

The Demon God of War couldn't believe it, his powerful body was slowly breaking apart, just using his fists and feet, the powerful body that the Demon Race had always been proud of was slowly breaking apart.

Moreover, the growth of this person's cultivation base must have been too fast.

"Is it impossible?"

Fan Denglong chuckled, "Isn't that how your demon clan was destroyed ten thousand years ago?"

The Demon God of War was shocked.

"That's right, it's the way of heaven."

The broken body became more and more obvious. After Fan Denglong finished speaking, he made the final blow.

A streak of black light gushed out from the body of the Demon God of War and flew towards the broken space. The space was slowly healing and finally stabilized.

Fan Denglong stood with his head held high between heaven and earth, "All races belong to their respective positions."

At this time, he suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion.

(End of this chapter)