surnamed Wang

The ancient gods on both sides had a friendship of tens of thousands of years, but they didn't have too many pleasantries, and the two sides directly fought.

The entire sky was shrouded in various colors of rays of light, the colliding forces of the world and the roar of magic spells looked pretty from a distance.

Sitting on the "Dragon Chair", Wang Gangquan felt a sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart as he watched those techniques that could destroy the world.

Jin Yun was right, he couldn't do anything in this chaotic battle.

Lu Yushan and the others flew towards the sky one after another, choosing the great demon Xiexiu to attack, trying to avoid those ancient powers as much as possible.

Among them, Tong Wang was the fiercest. He used Mahayana cultivation as his opponent's holy Xuxie cultivator, and he fought back and forth.

Everyone did their best, Wang Gingquan seemed to have a branding iron under his buttocks, standing up and sitting down from time to time.

It seems that everyone present is better than him, even in the Mahayana period, they have been immersed in their own realm for thousands of years, and have not broken through due to Shura's rules.

When Wang Gangquan looked around, he saw a familiar figure among the crowd.

A headless monk with his arms open, holding an ax in one hand and a shield in the other, dealt with Du Zhao and Lu Yushan at the same time with his own strength, his movements were truly mighty.

"Your uncle, do you really regard yourself as Xingtian?"

Wang Gangquan became angry instantly, and disappeared in place in a flash.

"Two fellow daoists, leave this shameless person to Zhao."

With Hong Yu and Ling Quen all out, Wang Tingquan used a set of powerful combo moves, causing the opponent to retreat frequently.

"Xingxing swordsmanship, what's your relationship with Di Xin?"

While fighting and retreating, he suddenly hit Wang Bingquan with a shield. The latter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and held a sword flower in his hand. The two swords merged into one, and the big pink sword was held horizontally. He said jokingly:
"Black-headed flood dragon, where is your holy spirit relic?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, he slashed out with a sword.

The black-headed flood dragon raised the thick shield in his hand to resist, but when he was about to resist, he sensed something was wrong when the big sword slashed towards him.

The moment the broad sword blade touched the shield, there was no force at all, but it shattered and scattered, turning into petals all over the sky.

While the Black-headed Jiao was surprised, a figure subconsciously appeared in his mind.

The figure was a young man, handsome and tall, with a smile on his face, but there was something rascal and cynical about that smile.

"Black Loach, I heard that you have come down to earth to cause trouble again, overturned rivers and seas, flooded fertile fields, how majestic?"

After the young man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to an ancient goddess with a bumpy figure, who took off the whip around his waist and handed it over respectfully.

"In this flood, 150 people died, and I whipped you for 150, do you have any objection?"

"Sir, I have no objection."

The Black-headed Jiao was short and didn't dare to raise its head, it really looked like a loach.

……

As memories flooded his mind, the black mask glowed red.

He was really angry.

He is a majestic god, tied to the Tongtian pillar at the junction of the human and divine worlds, and received more than 3000 lashes, and suffered a lot.

But the holy spirit has been loved by mortals because of this.

How could he not hate him?

Regardless of whether the person in front of him is related to the Holy Spirit or not, he reminded himself of the painful past. If he does this, the other person must die.

The black-headed jellyfish let out a roar, and the red light all over his body prevailed, and the red rain technique that Wang Gangquan had prepared was also blocked by the red light.

"With the blood of the ancestral dragon, summon my real body to come into the world."

The black-headed jiao raised its head to the sky and screamed, a large number of black clouds immediately gathered in the clear sky above, and a dragon chant from ancient times sounded, startling Tang Bing who was hundreds of thousands of miles away.

The huge ancient god with a snake-tailed body turned his head to look at the east, and murmured:
"Who angered the Black-headed Jiao?"

In the eastern sky, the body of a dragon with black head and green body fell from the clouds.

The dragon's body is more than a hundred feet long, its flesh is rotten, and its scales and armor are incomplete, revealing its blue bones and purple flesh. It has existed for an unknown number of years.

Even so, it still exudes a coercion that far exceeds that of ordinary beasts and monsters.

The black-headed dragon forcefully tore off the mask on its chest, took up a large piece of flesh and blood, and threw it into the air with all its strength to drop the dragon's body.

Wang Gangquan didn't know what would happen when the two met, but he urged him to go at full speed to intercept it.

His speed is fast enough, and the latter arrives first, and he takes the first step to stop in the middle of the two.

The black mask still didn't slow down, and the red light flashed straight towards Wang Quanquan.

The young man reached out to pick it up subconsciously. The moment the two touched, the mask flickered suddenly, and some kind of weird spell was cast, directly passing through the opponent's palm.

Wang Gingquan jumped into the air, with surprise on his face, but then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his arm was also illusory, and he grabbed the black mask with his backhand.

With a loud bang, the dragon corpse hit the ground heavily, splashing dozens of feet of smoke and dust.

Holding the mask, Wang Gangquan smiled more ferociously.

"Black-headed Jiao, remember what I said, even if I die, I will drag you into the underworld together."

While speaking, the young man waved his left hand, and a large earthy yellow river appeared behind him.

The black-headed dragon seemed to have seen some terrifying scene, his eyes flickered, and his voice trembled:
"Holy...Holy Spirit..."

"Shh...don't be so loud, others will hear you."

When the Black-headed Jiao heard the words, he was even more convinced. Just as he was about to say something, he was thrown into the rushing Yellow Spring behind him and disappeared without a trace.

Others on the battlefield also noticed this scene, especially the ancient gods who subconsciously stopped what they were doing, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

The ordinary-looking young man stood alone in the peach blossoms, with the flowing river behind him, and his right hand gradually changed from illusory to solid.

This scene is not beautiful, and it cannot be compared with the ancient gods who can move mountains and fill seas with their hands, but he really shocked everyone present.

This deterrence comes from the fear deep in the soul, and it is a natural moat that countless creatures cannot overcome in their lifetime.

……

The Holy Spirit has nine major techniques, fugue, incarnation outside the body, incorporeal body, mirage, soul-melting, transformation, life-giving, hell, and a glimmer of life.

Among them, the most eye-catching ones are Mingming and Huangquan, one gives life and the other helps reincarnation.

In addition to the ability of the Holy Spirit to give life, Huairou, the goddess of fertility, can also borrow it. Similarly, the power of the underworld can only be used by the Holy Spirit and the God of Death.

All the ancient gods had followed the Holy Spirit for tens of thousands of years, and Huang Quan would definitely not admit his mistake. At this moment, they were all shocked, guessing the identity of the man in their hearts.

Jinyun was the first to react, raised his long whip and charged straight at Wang Gangquan, cursing:
"Okay, you are dead, you actually disregarded the face of the ancient gods, and took away a human monk. Today, we will settle the old and new grudges together."

Wang Gangquan is so smart, he immediately realized it, and said in a deep voice:

"Jinyun, this is a personal grievance. I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

The doubts in everyone's hearts were dispelled when they heard the words, but at this moment, an untimely voice sounded:

"Jinyun, did you call me just now?"

A figure wearing a cloak stepped out of the void, holding an exaggerated scythe in his hand, and two dim lights under the cloak looked at the two people who were acting suspiciously.

After he saw the yellow river full of bones and flesh, he also froze for a moment, and muttered:
"Hey, why did Huang Quan come here?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take it back.

After trying it for a while, it was embarrassing to find that Huang Quan didn't listen to his command at all.

Even more embarrassing than him were the two of Jinyun, neither acting nor not acting.

Knowing that he had caused a catastrophe, Wang Gangquan wanted to stealthily remove the spell. At this moment, a blond-haired ancient god from the enemy suddenly shouted:

"It's the Holy Spirit, this person is the reincarnation of the Holy Spirit, kill him!"

... (end of this chapter)