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The yellow-colored river flowed from the fifth level to the first level, and all the dead creatures entered it, never to be reincarnated.

Those who entered Netherworld Domain were all suppressed.

"You are their hope? A mere Immortal Venerable dared to come and embarrass himself." The Tiger-head Daoist snorted coldly. The white bone azure dragon on his shoulder roared and charged at He Chuan.

The void trembled!

This move carried the power of paradise. The weight of the small world was all pressed on it, and the void issued a cracking sound.

Daoist Tiger-head didn't even need to aim at such a huge target.

"Is that so?" A flood dragon appeared behind He Chuan.

The flood dragon roared, and the sound waves swept across the four directions, turning thousands of enemies into ashes.

The overflowing power turned into pure power and fed back to the Hell Serpent Dragon, making it stronger and stronger.

The Netherworld Emperor Dragon and the Whitebone Azure Dragon collided. The two forces were like water dripping into boiling oil, and they immediately exploded.

The area within a thousand miles was engulfed and turned into ruins.

The ground was filled with Netherworld's demonic energy and Green Dragon's sword intent. It did not distinguish between friend and foe, and anyone who touched it would die.

The Emperor Dragon roared and swallowed all of the power of the two. Then, under the astonished gaze of the Tiger-headed Daoist, it turned around and bit the Whitebone Azure Dragon, swallowing it whole.

"How dare you!" The Tiger-headed Daoist glared at the dragon and communicated with the Azure Dragon. He wanted to stir up the world in the belly of this bold flood dragon. "How dare a small fry be impudent in front of a True Dragon?"

Who knew that his expression would change drastically in the next second, and he would spit out blood.

The Whitebone Azure Dragon had actually cut off its connection with him.

How could an Immortal Venerable be so powerful?

He Chuan still had the strength to support Changle Palace and attack the purple sun in the sky.

The purple sun was pushed thousands of miles away by a huge force.

The two God cultivators and Immortal Venerables were fighting in the sky.

Dazzling spiritual energy light exploded like fireworks, dazzling and eye-catching.

"It's actually this move." The Changle Ghost clicked his tongue in wonder.

No wonder He Chuan had the confidence to resist the attack of a God Realm expert.

It turned out that he had taken control of Changle Palace at some point.

Changle Palace's power was close to that of a God Realm expert. With the help of Changle Palace's power, every attack of the Yama Avatar was equivalent to carrying the power of paradise.

Coupled with the Reincarnation Palace's home ground, blocking them would not be a problem.

However, He Chuan's Essence Soul domain did not seem to be the authentic Yama Prison Domain.

No matter what, the crisis was finally resolved.

The Changle Ghost adjusted his breathing and went up to help later. He should be able to hold the situation.

"You…" Tiger-head Daoist's terrified cry came from beyond the sky.

Everyone subconsciously looked up, and a shocking scene happened.

In the Beiyin Mountain, a giant with a dark golden emperor dragon wrapped around its arms pressed the Tiger-headed Daoist into the river of the netherworld.

The river of the netherworld, which was an unknown length, was constantly washing away Daoist Tiger-head's physical body and soul.

His flesh, bones, and magic power were all melted and absorbed by the Nether Emperor Dragon.

The power of the Flood Dragon Lying in the Netherworld painting's domain grew stronger and stronger. Countless of their disciples and grand disciples had died in the hell below.

"Fellow Daoist, give me a hand!" Shouted Tiger-head Daoist, whose skin and flesh had melted to the point where only his bones were left.

"Fellow Daoist Xuantan, I still have some matters to attend to in the sect, so I'll go back first." Emperor Tianfang looked in the direction of the Niwan Palace and left without looking back.

So it was Godking of the Scorching Sun Dynasty.

He had thought that it would be a one-sided crushing situation, but he did not expect this to happen.

Not only did it deviate from the original plan, but it also affected the surrounding cities.

If they continued to fight, they could forget about this place.

"Old thief!"

Seeing Emperor Tianfang leave, the Tiger-head Daoist roared indignantly before he was suppressed in the fifth level of hell of the Beiyin Mountain.

With the death of their leader, the others lost their will to fight. Some fled, and some died.

After killing the last of the rebels, He Chuan returned to his original state.

"We won!"

The remaining ghosts and deities cheered and spat fire happily. Some even split on the spot.

He Chuan's prestige had reached its peak.

The surrounding cities heard the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, scaring the people in the city so much that they did not dare to go out.

Ten thousand miles away, Godking of the Scorching Sun Dynasty suddenly stopped.

"You really make me look at you in a new light." Godking of the Scorching Sun Dynasty smiled and returned to his Niwan Palace.

"Your Majesty, we…"

"Return."

He Chuan came down and saw the corpses of ghosts and gods everywhere. Blood dyed the ground red, which showed how tragic it was.

He walked slowly through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood towards the group of Changle Ghosts. The surviving Ghosts and Ghosts along the way cast their gazes at him, and everyone was convinced.

He had finally lived up to everyone's expectations!

Changle Ghost put down his black umbrella, his heart filled with doubt. The other ghosts and gods were in disbelief.

He Chuan immediately resolved the crisis and even caused the other party to lose a God Realm expert. Emperor Tianfang retreated in a sorry state.

"How did you do it?" Changle Ghost asked what everyone wanted to ask.

"Let's deal with the injured first. We'll talk about the lost territory later." He Chuan turned to look at the others and said.

No one dared to continue asking questions and quickly went to do their work.

There were less than eight thousand ghosts and gods alive.

Cui Xu left after helping out.

He Chuan released the Changle Palace and walked into the palace.

Yaoyue, Xingyue, and the others came to report their work. Jiang Ming, Nether Earth, and Changle Ghost were also in the hall.

"Congratulations, Master!" Yaoyue smiled sweetly.

"What's worth congratulating about? You go ahead and do your work." He Chuan felt a little helpless.

Even if he won, it would only be a miserable victory.

The peripheral forces were completely wiped out. Not to mention the overseas territories and the Chamber of Commerce, only the isolated city was left.

It was all thanks to the Netherworld aura left behind by the Netherworld God, he was able to cultivate the painting of the Flood Dragon Lying in the Netherworld.

The Netherworld's suppression and cleansing, and the Flood Dragon's devouring and digestion, the domain was many times stronger than the original Yama's domain.

He Chuan's cultivation was quite deep. He had just stepped into the Primordial Soul Realm, and the area of his domain was comparable to the late-stage Primordial Soul Realm.

In addition to the Beiyin Mountain and Changle Palace, their strength was comparable to a God Realm expert.

That was why he was able to suppress the Tiger-headed Daoist priest in the Netherworld. However, the other party was not dead yet.

He Chuan planned to go into seclusion and then completely devour the Tiger-head, turning it into nourishment for the painting of Flood Dragon Lying in the Netherworld.

"Then I'll go out and get them."

Everyone left after receiving their missions, leaving only the Changle Ghost behind.

"Senior, are you planning to continue traveling or stay here for a while?" He Chuan looked at Changle Ghost and asked.

"Let's leave it here." Changle Ghost smiled bitterly.

…

The result of the battle that had attracted the attention of the world spread everywhere as Emperor Tianfang returned.

The Reincarnation Palace and the Scorching Sun Dynasty were located in the Dead Sea in the north of the continent.

This place was relatively remote and there were not many people here. However, the news of what happened this time spread very quickly.

In the Sword Lake area in the south.

The lake covered a thousand miles. The water was clear and a faint mist floated on the surface.

There were no living creatures underwater, but countless sharp swords replaced them.

The scenery here was peculiar. It was the territory of sword xiu. The Sword Lake area was filled with hundreds of sharp sword treasures.

Because cultivators washed their swords and abandoned them all year round, sword intent appeared out of thin air in this place.

In the depths of the Sword Lake, someone was breathing the sword intent.

It had a rather peculiar appearance. Its hair was silver-white, but upon closer inspection, it looked like metal. Its skin was a strange silver-white color.

This person opened his eyes, and his pupils were also silver-white.

Crash!

He appeared on the ground from the bottom of the lake.

"Greetings, Heavenly Sun Sword Head!" The subordinate lowered his head and half-knelt. He did not dare to look straight at her, afraid that the sword intent would hurt his eyes.