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Lu You brought Zhan Yunxiao, Li and the others to recover their strength, but at this time, hell had turned into a mess.

"Boom!"

The blood-colored lightning in the sky interweaved like a spider web, and an oppressive aura filled the entire hell.

Just a moment ago, Lu You saw an ancient dragon flying across the sky, carrying a boundless death aura with it as it flew towards the distance.

Countless black shadows floated past, protecting a black coffin as they left.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Lu You felt as though his heart was moving rhythmically with these footsteps. He revealed a worried expression, and Li Li, who was standing beside him, said: "Hell is in chaos."

These past few days, the Devil Prison in his chest were restless and restless, and the atmosphere of the Infernal Realm had become extremely strange. If it was a dark and strange world before, then the present hell would be a world filled with violence and disorder.

The blood-red sky suddenly turned clear, and an auspicious aura emanated from it. There were cranes flying in the sky, white birds clamoring, and hundreds of flowers blooming.

Lu You thought back to the scene he had just seen in hell. That peaceful and quiet world that was dead silent without a trace of life.

He thought back to the cycle of reincarnation, the entire Three Realms.

The peaceful scene shattered and turned into a bloody battlefield. There were peerless generals that were fighting for thousands of miles while countless corpses floated beneath their feet.

There were terrifying hellish creatures that devoured thousands of creatures, and wherever they passed, there was nothing left to do.

All of a sudden, a big black hand came slamming down from the sky. It was a terrifying scene akin to the end of the world, with the intention of destroying everything in its path. A giant golden hand reached out of the spatial whirlpool and collided with the black hand.

Space descended into a momentary silence as an endless destructive storm swept across. Whether it was beings from hell or the human world, none of them were able to escape from this destructive wave.

In that mysterious ancient path, a blue-clothed woman slowly walked over from the distance. Her steps were slow, but the distance between each step she took was extremely far.

Skinny Horse stood in front of an ancient black mountain and said, If Hell were to be destroyed now, all the ancient plans would be wasted.

There was no sound coming from the black mountain. An old man with a pale face and death aura surrounding him came up from behind the old thin horse. He had no pupils but only a white eye, knocked on the black mountain, and said, "Old friend, you are up."

In the deepest depths of hell, a black spring rippled like this. There was a creature lying on the side, completely black, its body shrouded in a black mist. It couldn't see its face clearly, and it yawned as it mumbled, It won't be peaceful even if I sleep for a while.

A person shrouded in golden light walked out from the sky. His eyes were indifferent as he looked towards the depths of hell and was just about to take a step forward.

Space twisted, and a large river appeared in front of him. As it neared, the ancient aura became younger, and the golden creatures stopped their attacks. The golden light on their bodies scattered.

That peerless blue-clothed girl stood on top of the river, indifferently looking at the golden lifeform and returning to Nirvana Realm.

Impossible. The golden creature spoke indifferently, an invisible aura rising from its body.

Skinny Horse, who was originally a bit worried, suddenly became excited. A red figure walked out from the mysterious ancient path. His figure was extremely blurry, and as he got closer, his body became more and more real.

The entire atmosphere of the Infernal Realm had already been suppressed to the extreme, as if it could collapse at any time. The Red-clothed Youth stood there, and said somewhat helplessly: "I'm too strong?"

He quickly retreated, and the oppressive aura suddenly disappeared.

The blue clothed woman turned around to glance at the mysterious ancient path, and her gaze landed once again in the direction of Lu You.

Pow!

Five red finger prints appeared on Lu You's face. He touched his face in a daze, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears. However, the woman only gave him a slap, but did not leave him any damage.

And no one had noticed.

The skinny old horse could feel that the Red-clothed Youth was getting further and further away, his hooves were in the air, he roared out, and tears were flowing down his muddy eyes. The black mountain finally moved.

A terrifying power was released from the black mountain, and the golden figure in the sky finally changed color. Two rays of golden light shot out from his eyes!

Magician!

A master of the demonic path!

This name was too ancient, to the point where almost no living being knew of his existence!

The Devil Lord who swept the world before the ages, had the figure of a mage behind him!

Some people said he was a master of the demonic path, the origin of the demonic path!

Some people said that he was the spokesperson of the Devil Dao!

Some people said that he was invincible in the Three Realms!

On top of the black mountain stood a white-robed, white-haired youth that was like a god. He glanced at the old, skinny horse with indifferent eyes, which scared the old, skinny horse so much that he hurriedly lowered his head.

The appearance of a mage was the dignity he carried. Such a person had been famous for a long time. He was unrivalled in the world of nine heavens and ten earth. Even if he didn't deliberately release his aura, he was still very terrifying.

This day was an extremely terrifying day for both the Infernal Realm and the mortal world. They had seen far too many unheard-of people, and they had also seen a creature that truly stood at the peak of the world!

The mage looked at the woman on the river. He seemed to have not spoken for a long time. His speech was intermittent, his syllables were inaccurate, and his language was not the current language. He was still alive?

The blue-clothed woman didn't move at all, and didn't even have any thoughts. The mage was silent for a moment, before he turned his head to look at the golden figure, the demonic light in his eyes grew bright, the world changed color, and the mortal world was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere.

Tell me why. He was not asking, but asking.

The golden figure slightly trembled, and this kind of person came a little closer. He felt as if his soul was trembling. This was a mage!

A master of the demonic path!

Greetings, senior. The golden figure spoke with respect.

The mage indifferently said, "Since we are meeting, where's the gift?"

The golden figure trembled. It was not out of fear, but out of anger! Magic masters wanted him to perform the etiquette of a junior. When this junior sees a magic master, no matter who is evil or good, he has to kneel, unless it is someone he approves.

Senior, this is too much. The golden voice took a deep breath and said.

The mage was stunned, no one had ever called him excessive, hahahaha! Well said, you suit my taste!

He reached out his large hand and walked past the golden figure. He slapped a dynasty in the mortal world, and the entire dynasty was dead.

All those above the Nirvana Stage were to leave. The mage repeated the words of the blue-clothed woman. His voice was plain, but it was incomparably domineering.

A stooped old man riding a donkey shakily entered the spatial whirlpool. The mage indifferently looked at him, and that golden figure obviously let out a sigh of relief. The mage suddenly made a move to pinch his neck, as if lifting a little chick, and the elder with a stooped figure lightly coughed twice.

Even after so many years, he was still as domineering as before. The hunchbacked old man said.

One after another, ancient creatures emerged from the spatial whirlpools. Due to the excessive power of their energy, the ground beneath their feet began to crack and crumble.

The blue-clothed woman's clothes were drenched in the river water, a trace of blood leaking from her mouth. A monstrous sword intent shot out, as if it wanted to tear the entire world asunder and cut off that river!

It's you! The people from the mortal world were all horrified. That sword was extremely slow, as if it was separated by endless time and space. However, he felt as if he could not avoid it at all.

Swoosh! The sword light slashed through the spatial whirlpool behind them. The mysterious energy twisted the spatial whirlpool, gradually causing it to disappear, as though it had never existed.

Since he didn't want to leave, then he would stay behind! The blue-clothed woman said coldly. The hunchbacked old man grabbed his sparse hair and looked at the blue-clothed woman with eyes filled with adoration.

He let out a helpless sigh, and threw a palm at the mage. The mage's face was expressionless, and as the palm hit his body, time seemed to stop. The hunchbacked elder quickly became younger, and the mage's imposing manner also rose little by little.

What did those mortals have to do with this? A mage is too tyrannical! An ordinary sword appeared in the hands of the old man, but no one doubted how terrifying that sword was.

The real Devil Fire overflowed into the sky, the Infernal Realm and others' contact was overflowing with Devilish Qi, all the nearby creatures were demonized, I have always been this way!

He punched out!

Not caring about any consequences!

An all-out attack!

He took half a step back, and the mage took a step back. The mage took a step back, and the black demon blood flowed out from the corner of Devil Lord's mouth, his battle intent became more and more intense, the Devilish Qi became denser and denser, and the blood clouds above hell was dispersed.

He stared at the unparalleled sound figure with fiery eyes. The Devil Prison in his chest suddenly appeared, and slowly rose up, as if there was an extra trace of change in hell, but Lu You could not tell what it was that changed.

Ancient creatures crawled out from the vast underworld. They opened their mouths to inhale, and the chaotic aura entered their mouths. Their auras rose bit by bit.

The old man's face turned heavy.

An image of a domineering existence appeared from within the Devil Prison. He stretched his body and walked towards the battlefield.

As he walked forward, countless hellish creatures followed in his footsteps, majestically following him. The golden figure retreated behind the old man and the others, and when he saw this figure, he turned pale with fright: Devil Lord!