The God of Infinity is invincible

Like falling dominoes, under Mo Wen's blow, the wall in front of him burst open, forming a two-person-high passageway that spread to the depths of the room.

Klang-kang-kang!

Because of the violent cracking, the mechanism in the room was touched, countless small holes were opened on the wall, underground, and roof, and short arrows with cold light and inscribed runes were ejected from the inside.

Stabbing and exploding, the short arrows shot at Mo Wen like a torrential rain, and then exploded one after another. For a whole cup of tea, the entire Fengshen Palace was enveloped in the continuous ups and downs of explosions. It kept shaking.

However, this explosion, which was enough to split mountains and seas, did not affect Mo Wen at all. The Taoist clothing on his body was covered with a golden halo, and he walked leisurely along the passage amidst the explosion.

When he came to the hall at the end of the room, the explosion just stopped. Seeing the golden-red longbow floating on the high platform in front of him, Mo Wen walked up without any hesitation.

"Sinner, stop!"

However, at this moment, a green light and shadow slowly condensed on the high platform, and a moment later, a deity with a human head and a bird body, wearing a long blue skirt and armor, appeared in front of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen tilted his head, looked at Ju Mang and just smiled.

"Why do you say I'm a sinner?!"

Gou Mang was taken aback, to be honest, he was different from Han Lingsha, Yun Tianhe and others in the original book, Mo Wen seemed to be shrouded in a mist in his eyes, and he couldn't even see his strength, let alone his identity. A sinner is nothing but a habitual contempt for those below.

But after living for so many years, Gou Mang is not a vegetarian either. Turning his eyes, he pointed at the broken passageway Mo Wen shattered and reprimanded him, "How can you not be a sinner for trespassing on the Tomb of the Gods, damaging the Heavenly Palace, and coveting the artifacts?!"

Mo Wenwenyan smiled happily and touched his chin.

"This is a sinner, then if I show you something, why don't you send me to the [-]th floor of hell?!"

He put his right hand in his arms casually, but when he took it out again, there was a square stone in Mo Wen's palm.

The stone is as clear as crystal, and there is a layer of mist in it. It seems that there is a female figure in it, and the arms keep beating the stone wall, making a cry.

Gou Mang didn't pay much attention at first, but when he took a closer look, he inexplicably felt that the figure in the stone was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Frowning, he was about to use his magical powers to spy on something, but suddenly there was a scream from the stone.

"Go, Jumang!"

Chapter 41 Hou Yi's Bow to Shoot the Sun

"Go, Jumang!"

Hearing this ear-piercing scream, Gou Mang was taken aback for a moment, and then his face changed drastically, because he recognized that it was the voice of Hou Tu, the voice of the god general guarding the ghost world who was not inferior to him in strength.

Although I can't tell what happened to the other party, but looking at the appearance of being imprisoned in the stone, I can tell that it is not a good thing.

Spreading his wings behind his back, and moving his wind magic, Jumang retreated quickly under the gust of breeze, and he couldn't even care about Houyi's Sun Shooting Bow behind him.

It's just that Jumang's speed is fast, and Mo Wen's is not too slow. While the former was retreating, the latter had already summoned the Ice and Thunder Tribulation, facing the front with a sword.

Hey, I saw a blue-purple sword glow flashing by, the wind wrapped around Jumang's body was broken immediately, and there was a deep scar on the back wing, which almost cut off the wing. The remaining power of Jianguang even drew a sword mark of unknown depth on the wall of Fengshen Palace.

"Who the hell are you? What will happen to Earth God after you?"

Clutching his wings and staggering back, Jumang asked Mo Wen with a heavy expression. Without the support of a wing, the current situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable for him.

However, Mo Wen knows that this is just an illusion. On the surface, Jumang has wings and uses good wind spells, like a protoss like Yu Jiang who controls the power of wind, but in fact he is from the God Realm Si Zhichun and the god of life, this injury is not a trouble for him, it only takes a few breaths to recover, not to mention that this is the mausoleum of the gods, with various restrictions left by the emperor Fuxi, it is Jumang At home, there are countless hole cards available, and it is far from the point of being cornered. The opponent is saying this now, just trying to test his own origin.

"General Jumang, it doesn't matter who I am, what matters is not what I do, isn't it? As for Hou Tu, her body was only destroyed before, and now she is naturally dead!"

A ball of mysterious fire appeared in the palm of his hand. In front of Jumang, Mo Wen actually burned the soul of Houtu imprisoned in the soul stone to ashes, and then walked up to the high platform self-consciously, grasping the floating On it is Hou Yi's bow for shooting the sun.

"--you!"

Jumang was about to burst into tears. Since the birth of the sacred tree, he had never seen such a bold and reckless person who actually beat another general of the gods to death in front of him, the most hateful thing. It's because I still can't stop it!

He wanted to intercept Mo Wen and take back the Divine Bow, but after weighing the difference in strength between the two sides, Ju Mang finally gritted his teeth, followed the sword marks cut by Mo Wen, smashed through the wall of the main hall, and rushed to the outside of Fengshen Palace .

Mo Wen didn't seem to see it, just played with the magic bow in his hand repeatedly, and let him go.

Outside the Fengshen Palace, the cold wind was blowing, and Gou Mang, who escaped from the predicament, did not return to the God Realm to rescue soldiers, but flapped his wings and floated in the air.

Looking at the five-story tower standing under his feet, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, he made a tactic with both hands, and gave a low voice.

"Sunrise Tanggu, shining Fuso!"

Accompanied by this low shout, the entire Fengshen Palace was shaken, and then it seemed to be soaked in mist, gradually blurred, and the appearance began to slowly deform, and finally turned into a red plant hundreds of feet high, without branches, straight to the sky giant tree.

The sacred tree Fusang, the legendary sacred tree on which the sun lives, did not expect that the Fengshen Palace was actually transformed by the Fusang. On the body, it's not bad at all.

"Sinner, wash away your sins in the true fire of the sun!"

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, looking at the unresponsive Mo Wen who was trapped in the fusang, Jumang snorted coldly, and with a sway of his hand, the scorching sun suspended in the sky suddenly shot out a ball of flames, falling from the sky, straight The ground fell on the hibiscus tree.

boom!

Like sparks falling into an oil pan, the flames fell on the hibiscus tree and completely ignited the whole hibiscus tree in an instant, and the red tree was covered by golden flames in the blink of an eye, turning into a pillar of fire reaching the sky hundreds of feet high .

The real fire of the sun, when it is just at its peak, everything will burn. Using the hibiscus tree to attract the real fire to destroy the enemy is a hole card left by the emperor Fuxi to Jumang, and even for this purpose, he also left behind such artifacts as Houyi's sun-shooting bow As a bait to cover up Fusang's aura, Ju Mang didn't think that the intruder who broke into the Fengshen Mausoleum would have a way out.

But nothing in this world is foolproof, there will always be one or two accidents, when Gou Mang is looking at the burning sacred tree, there is a cold low cry from the tree trunk.

"Sorrowing Heaven and Sun!"

There seemed to be a crisp sound of a bow in his ear, and the next moment, Jumang was horrified to see a sword-like red light flying out from the hibiscus tree, like a long knife cutting off water, breaking through the blazing fire in one fell swoop. The sun is really hot, and the remaining power remains undiminished, and it continues to shoot straight at him.

That arrow was so fast and so powerful that Jumang felt his eyes turn red, and the next moment his body was pierced through, and the whole body below the abdomen was vaporized in the flashing red light middle.

Even Jumang, who is known as the God of Life, was severely injured on the spot after receiving such a blow. However, compared with the physical trauma, the mental injury was more terrifying.

Blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and Gou Mang stared at the figure walking out of the pillar of fire, seeing that the figure was intact, and shouted in disbelief.

"Hou-Yi-Sho-Sun-God-Bow, this is impossible, even if you can control the God Bow, you shouldn't be safe and sound!"

It might be wrong to say that he was safe and sound, but Mo Wen, who walked out of the hibiscus tree with a magic bow in his hand, could be said to be unscathed, and he didn't even burn a piece of his clothes.

Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Wen looked at Ju Mang with an expression of disbelief on his face, and said casually, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you, my young master will be spared from fire!"

Reincarnated into so many worlds and collected countless blood powers, Mo Wen himself has a terrifyingly high resistance to the five elements. In this world, after obtaining the power of Yin-Yang Zi Que-Yang and Wangshu from his mother's womb, he even made his two resistances of ice, fire, and yin-yang The nature has been raised to the extreme, and now as long as it is not the fire attribute power of the congenital fire, which contains the level of law, he can be immune to it. Although the real fire of the sun is strong, it even surpasses many congenital fires in terms of destructive power, but because of the lack of The key power of law can't cause any harm to him, so after realizing that the whole Fengshen Palace has the aura of Fusang sacred tree, Mo Wen didn't pay attention to it, and instead worked hard to refine the sun-shooting bow in his hand , and then hit the god general Jumang in one fell swoop.

The three-headed and six-armed figure of Asura began to emerge slowly behind him, and Mo Wen ignored the constipated expression of Ju Mang, but took the Wanliling Strike from Asura's hand.

After the strengthening of the Yangshen World, among Asura's five weapons, Nine Slashing Moon Night, Eternal Light of Glory, and Soul Devourer have already reached A-level, only Spirit Strike and Kunpeng are still at A-level. Kunpeng, Mo Wen doesn't have a good solution yet. After all, it is too difficult to strengthen a weapon that devours and bounces all energy attacks, but he still has some ideas about the longbow spiritual strike.

Because it is a part of one's own soul, although the spirit strike has a physical body, it can be used as a weapon's spirit, and then its characteristics can be strengthened on another weapon, so as to achieve the improvement of both parties. God Bow is a good choice.

Holding a longbow in one hand, in a bright white light, the two weapons finally merged into one, turning into a huge bow mixed with gold and silver patterns, which was extraordinarily gorgeous.

"From today onwards, you will be called Spirit Shooting Sun Bow!"

Feeling the powerful power contained in the weapon in his hand, Mo Wen smiled happily, then slowly drew the bowstring, aiming at Jumang in the air and the most glorious tower in the center of the Fengshen Mausoleum behind him.

Spirit shot sun bow

Grade: a

Category: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

Wanli Spirit Strike is an artifact created by the fusion of Houyi's Sun Shooting Bow. It has the characteristics of gathering spirits, piercing armor, and breaking the sun. The longer the distance, the stronger the attack power, and double the lethality against enemies with soul, fire, and god attributes.

Chapter 42 Shennong

In Fengshen Mausoleum, there was a slight breeze, and the sky was clear and clear, but the atmosphere of killing became more and more intense.

Mo Wen slowly pulled back the bowstring of the spirit shooting sun, and an arrow made of spiritual energy slowly took shape in his hand, aiming directly at the nine-story pagoda in the center of the Fengshen Mausoleum.

As if aware of the coming crisis, the entire tower group of Fengshenling Mausoleum shook slightly, and immediately those floating platforms began to rotate in a wonderful trajectory, and then streams of light shot out from the platforms and converged on the nine-story pagoda, forming a Created a shield of yin and yang gossip.

At the same time, below the Fengshen Mausoleum, on the top of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda in Chenzhou City, a ray of blue light shot straight into the sky. On the top of the pagoda, there was also a pattern of yin and yang and gossip. The crowd was amazed, and many foolish people knelt down He fell to the ground and shouted that the Buddha appeared.

As soon as the upper and lower yin and yang gossip appear, they will intersect and rotate, the upper and lower black and white continue, and the colors flow, moving with the same melody, as if they have become one.

Mo Wen, who came to launch the spiritual strike, frowned slightly when he saw this, and let out a cold snort. Asura, who was floating behind him, suddenly disintegrated, and then turned into a pair of hideous armor and wore it on his body.

When the armor entered his body, Mo Wen's aura suddenly rose sharply, and the arrows originally composed of aura also condensed into substance, with a cold light on them, which made people's eyes hurt just looking at them.

Feeling Mo Wen's breath like deep water, Ju Mang's expression changed for the first time.

As an ancient god who has survived for an unknown amount of time, Jumang is not afraid of death. He is not worried about the innate yin and yang gossip laid down by Fuxi in the Fengshen Mausoleum. However, the sense of coercion that he felt when facing the Great God Fuxi was missing, that is to say, the strength of the opponent was still much worse than that of the Great God, so Gou Mang was not worried that Mo Wen could break the innate gossip carefully arranged by Fuxi However, since the suit of armor was put on his body, the other party gave him a completely different feeling. The gushing out of the spiritual pressure was like a violent sea, endless, and the waves were higher than the waves. An overwhelmed whine was faintly broken.

For some reason, this idea appeared in Jumang's mind inexplicably.

Maybe the other party is still inferior to the great god in terms of realm, but with the bottomless absolute spiritual power, it is enough to resist, plus the one in the Fengshen Mausoleum at this time——

Shivering suddenly, holding his half-disabled body, Jumang called out urgently.

"Stop! This tomb of the gods is related to the safety of the Six Realms. There is an extremely dangerous evil thing imprisoned inside. If it escapes, the entire Six Realms will be devastated!"

However, Mo Wen was unmoved, and instead smiled faintly.

"I know, not only do I know the secret of this sacred mausoleum, but I also know what will happen after he is released, but this is exactly what I want!"

Without hesitation, he let go of the bowstring, and a ray of light shot straight into the sky from Mo Wen's hand.

The aura was extremely fast, and disappeared in the clouds in a flash. If it wasn't for the palpitating aura gushing out from Mo Wen's body, as if expecting something, Jumang almost thought that what he saw just now was all What about my illusion!

However, at the next moment, Jumang knew exactly what happened. He only heard a sudden explosion in the sky thousands of miles high, and then the end came.

As if the sun had fallen from the sky, an extremely strong and pure beam of light pierced through many clouds and descended across the sky. Everything on the sky was swept away, without any impurities, and only the eye-catching brilliance remained. .

boom!

The beam of light is striking the gossip formation formed by the Mausoleum of Conferred Gods. With just one touch, the impact is swept away in all directions. Towers shatter, rocks splash, and all buildings are blown away by the raging hurricane. Going out, in a blink of an eye, apart from Mo Wen who was covered with a protective shield, the nine-story pagoda and the god general Jumang protected by the gossip formation, there was nothing within a hundred miles of the Mausoleum of Conferred Gods, it was a mess.

--call!

He let out a long breath, although Ju Mang was quite frightened by Mo Wen's blow, now he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the yin-yang gossip at the top had a hard time resisting, and the body of the gossip was blasted to burst into many gaps, it still kept running and was gradually removing the power of the beam of light. Confidence, Gou Mang believes that as long as there is no blow to break the formation, then the opponent will not be able to break through the Tomb of the Gods.

It's a pity that Gou Mang was so happy that he forgot that Fuxi's Yin-Yang Bagua Formation was not only used to protect the Fengshen Mausoleum from foreign enemies, but also a seal.

Click - click!

There was a slight sound like wood decaying and cracking, but it sounded like thunder in Jumang. The latter slowly lowered his head, only to see that the nine-story pagoda below him was slowly cracking one after another. The crack started from the bottom of the tower, spread to the top of the tower little by little, and then a piece of gravel collapsed with a bang.

"--No!"

Jumang looked at this scene with a shattered jaw, and when he saw this scene, he let out a cry, and as soon as he spread his wings, he wanted to fly over to make up for it.

It's a pity that it was too late. As the piece of rubble slipped from the top of the tower, the body of the Yin-Yang Bagua trigrams floating above the Mausoleum of the Gods trembled, and then the whole faint blur disappeared. The pagoda and the god general Jumang were annihilated in the white torrent in the blink of an eye.

boom!

The scorching light and heat kept agitating, and after engulfing the nine-story pagoda, the beam of light fell straight into the city of Chenzhou below, easily erasing this large city with a population of hundreds of thousands from the map, and its power remained undiminished , and even went straight to the depths of the ground. A deep pit with a radius of one hundred feet and underground magma gushing out of the center was blasted on the old site of Chenzhou City.

Families were destroyed, casualties counted, and the people of Chenzhou were extremely unlucky this time. One moment they were still worshiping the gods and Buddhas, and the next moment they were sent to see the gods and Buddhas. The underworld itself was in chaos because of the fall of the ten temples Among them, encountering this kind of thing is estimated to be even more chaotic. After all, the death and injury of tens of thousands of people is a big deal in this era!

It's just that all of this has nothing to do with Mo Wen, suspended in the air, the latter smiled when he saw what was left after being washed away by the beam of light.

It was a huge black coffin standing in the air, about three feet high, surrounded by golden locks, and each chain was linked to a dragon stone. The dragon stone was carved with five-clawed black dragons, and the horns were crystal clear. The whole body of the dragon is black, and the black light is flickering, which looks extremely mysterious.

Being able to survive from Mo Wen's blow, the coffin and the dragon stone are obviously not ordinary products, but it's a pity that there are dense cracks on both of them at this time, and finally accompanied by a crisp sound, they all turned into debris. Floating down in the air.

And as the coffin was broken, the figure inside also appeared in front of Mo Wen.

A burly figure of eight feet and seven inches, with the head of a human ox, big lips with a dragon face, curved horns on his forehead, and wearing animal skins. Although his eyes are closed and his face is a bit dry, he exudes an aura that no one can ignore. It is as immovable as a mountain.

One of the ancient Three Emperors, Shennong reappeared after tens of thousands of years.

As if affected by the mutation just now, not long after breaking away from the seal, one of Shennong's hands trembled slightly, and his eyelids opened and closed slightly, as if he was about to wake up from a long sleep.

Affected by this, the spiritual power in the air around him stirred for a while, and then rushed towards Shennong's body like a river entering the sea, and was continuously swallowed by him.

Seeing this, Mo Wen shook his head lightly, and with a swing, he floated in front of Shennong.

"This is impossible, my Lord Demon Emperor, this is not the place for you to recover! What I want is your blood, not you in your heyday! Don't worry, I have arranged a good place for you , maybe when you open your eyes, you will be able to see your old friend Fuxi!"

"??? Fu??? Xi!"

As if this name touched something, Shennong spit out two words in a murmur, with endless resentment mixed in his voice, and at the same time, his whole body moved more intensely, and his eyes were about to be fully opened.

But looking at this scene, Mo Wen smiled. Behind the Asura armor, the ten-direction roulette began to rotate slowly, and one after another the large formations were shining.

boom!

After a few breaths, a brighter and more magnificent light shines from the top of Chenzhou, and then it rushes straight to the sky. Immediately, the sky and the earth are darkened, all voices are silent, blood rains from the air, the earth gushes from the ground, and countless animals and birds become more powerful. It was crawling on the ground and moaning endlessly, and the few big monsters with full-blooded blood trembled in their hearts, as if they had lost something, as if they were lost.

Chapter 43 Resurrection

The well of gods and demons in the God Realm, before the pitch-black passage between the two worlds, is already blood-stained.

Holding the Xihe sword, Xuan Xiao looked at the remains of Qionghua's disciples lying on the ground, then at the god Xihe with an indifferent expression in front of him, and the god Yujiang who was eager to try behind him, and smiled miserably.