Blood sacrifice to millions of zombies, I will be a demon cultivator in the apocalypse

"This this…"

An unimaginable expression appeared on his face, and his voice began to tremble.

“The high-level cave heaven and multi-armed gods are no more than this!”

A beam of white light emerged from the body of the Machine Lord.
Countless mysterious starlight permeated the white light, lingering like fireflies.

If you look closely, each firefly reflected in the void is a huge rolling virtual star.

Then, under the pressure of that huge palm, the huge three-meter golden body of the Third Ancestor was directly thrown away.

Everyone saw this collision clearly. Even the high-level Three Ancestors of the Four-Armed Clan could not withstand this terrifying force.

"and who are you?!"

This force did not cause any harm to the Third Ancestor. He steadied his body, and a golden light shone all over his body, as if his body was made of the most dazzling gold.

The six arms formed a seal, like the angry form of Buddha in the world, glaring at the figure in the void.

"You attacked me, but you didn't even know who I was. This fight was really unfair!"

A majestic voice echoed above the void, and the white light spun around above the head of the Lord of Machinery, spreading out, appearing and disappearing.

The figure of a Taoist in green appeared with his back to them, but it was extremely blurry.

A surge of oppressive feeling surged towards them and fell in an instant.

The Third Ancestor couldn't help but feel an unimaginable force falling on his body, and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

“Third Ancestor Kun, don’t be surprised. You don’t even know this person, yet you dare to act rashly. You have just lost face for your Multi-Armed God Clan!”

Before the Third Ancestor could speak, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

At this moment, Xiao Houluo, the immortal monk from Baoxiang Sect who had been forced to retreat, suddenly had a flash in his eyes, and then burst into brilliant colorful light.

The colorful light flowed and enveloped his face, and in an instant it seemed as if he had become a different person.

A powerful will was forcibly generated from the body, and then it surged across the sky and earth to form a huge Dao domain.

The colorful light rotated as if to devour everything, forming some kind of terrifying colorful abyss.

Xiao Houluo stood in the void. No matter how fierce the confrontation between Zheng Yi and the golden body of Kun Sanzu was, once they entered the huge colorful field, they seemed to be fixed by some mysterious force, and then suddenly dissipated, continuously losing their original breath.

At this time, not only did the Lord of Machinery show a solemn look on his face, even the Lords of Wenqu and Tanlang, who had a huge gap in strength, looked at this mysterious change with shock and fear on their faces.

In a split second, everything changed. The dignified cave-heaven cultivator Xiao Houluo seemed like a completely different person. How could he be the same as before?

The colorful light shone in his deep pupils, and the radiance of the great way emanated from his eyebrows. A high-ranking majesty quietly spread out, and in no way affected the surrounding cosmic environment.

Apparently, another top-notch being has resurrected from the body of a cultivator from the Baoxiang Sect.

Only someone of this status can fight against top-notch powerhouses like the Lord of the Yuhua Immortal Court and the Three Ancestors of the Four-Armed Divine Clan.

However, Lord Wenquxing and others who had been hiding behind the Lord of Machinery were almost frightened into silence, and they huddled behind like quails.

One can tell from their expressions that they are going through a complex psychological transformation at this moment. On the surface they look shocked, but no one knows what's going on in their hearts. They're probably cursing their asses off.

Such beings of high status should have been low-key, but now they suddenly appear like old perverts, each one more despicable than the other, which is really scary.

Not only did they feel a little awkward, it was obvious that Xiao Houluo's personal will still existed even though his body was borrowed by someone else.

Under the colorful light, his expression occasionally seemed a little stiff, as if he knew he was possessed by someone, and felt a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Qian Biyong, old ghost Qian, stop being so mysterious and pretending to be an enlightened master. You are becoming more and more proficient in using the Void Universe Uncertainty Method. You are really a rat in the gutter. No matter how high your cultivation is, you can't change your foundation. Get out now!"

The Multi-Armed Clan's Third Patriarch Kun, who was easily knocked away by the green-robed Taoist priest who had his back to the crowd without even showing his face, didn't look very happy.

When he suddenly heard the familiar voice and saw the changes in Xiao Houluo, he was not surprised.

His three-meter-tall golden body hovered in the void, and his six arms showed a feeling of "even if the universe collapses, I remain unmoved."

His eyes were stern, as if he was very familiar with the visitor, and he suddenly sneered:

"Third Ancestor Kun, looking down on others is still your old habit!"

"Xiao Houluo" shook his head helplessly and stopped talking.

But there was a flash between his eyebrows, and the colorful vortex suddenly expanded.

In an instant, a beam of white light shot out and fell into the void of the universe.

With a spin, a flower of the avenue blossomed.

A figure slowly walked out from the flowers on the avenue, from small to large, and in the blink of an eye, a towering silhouette appeared there, obscuring the stars, sun and moon behind it.

He was a young man with a celestial bearing and a very good appearance. He was dressed in white, had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a tall figure, giving off a celestial bearing.

But his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and one could tell at first glance that this man was very old.

But he looks extremely young, and the feeling of old and young keeps changing on his body, creating a huge sense of difference that makes people feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

"The Mysterious Art of Withering and Flourishing, it seems that you have been in seclusion for more than a thousand years, and you have finally mastered the secret technique. No wonder you dared to run out of your ghost cave."

The three-meter-tall Kun Sanzu sneered.

"Among the several ancestors of Baoxiang Sect, you are the most sinister, old ghost Qian, I didn't expect you to dare to come here in person this time!"

The Multi-Armed God Clan and the Baoxiang Sect are allies. Due to their years of friendship, both sides have a deep understanding of each other's background and it is unknown how many battles they have fought.

Obviously, the Third Ancestor Kun knew of its existence before, but it had been hiding in Xiao Houluo's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is a common method used by immortal monks, but being able to revive from the body of a cave monk is extremely extraordinary and incredible.

After all, as the name implies, the cave cultivators themselves nurtured the cave, and they strongly rejected other alien energies. If an immortal cultivator sealed a clone into the sea of ​​consciousness of a descendant, it meant that his cultivation was strong enough to suppress all the power of the cave, so that he could transform his Taoist body silently.

With the sudden appearance of Kun Sanzu and Qian Laogui, this situation changed dramatically again. One of them was three meters tall, shining with golden light, like a rising sun, suppressing the surrounding void with a mighty force.

One person was extremely strange, ethereal and invisible, with only endless colorful light covering the sky and swallowing up everything.

The universe and the starry sky suddenly fell into silence. No matter which side the masters were from, they remained silent in the face of this situation.

At one time, there were at least three high-level cave masters gathered in the field.

His strength is so strong that it directly reaches the realm of Hundong.

Such a strong person is no longer an ordinary person even in the universe.

After all, the universe is so huge that any group is extremely rare in such a vast area.

An ordinary cave master is enough to establish a sect and establish a foundation for ten thousand years. Not to mention the small group of people at the top, the chance of encountering one is lower than winning the lottery.

"Master from Yuhua Xianting, the situation is now one against two. What will you choose?"

Qian Biyong suddenly turned his head, and as the colorful divine light surged and squirmed, he spoke to the void.

This was the situation. With these two people personally taking action, the situation on the field suddenly became what it was before.

As high-level cave masters, the other two had the advantage in numbers. Even if the Taoist in green was very powerful, what appeared was just a wisp of incarnation.

That's why he said this.

"Leave these few remnants of the Wanxinghai behind, and I can guarantee your safe departure!"

At this moment, Kun Sanzu's figure appeared beside Qian Biyong. His body was like a pure gold sculpture, and the six-armed golden body emitted surging aftermath.

Looking at the back of the Taoist priest in green who was floating above the head of the Lord of Machinery, he was a little apprehensive and spoke in an unusually firm voice.

There is no doubt that at this time, the high-level powerful masters of the two cave masters of Baoxiang Sect and Multi-Armed Divine Clan stood together, expressing their intention to join forces.

Suddenly, invisible power surged from all over his body. The endless golden light and colorful mysterious power in the void of the universe overlapped with each other, forming a surging breath vibration like a tsunami, rushing towards the void.

In an instant, two roaring wind dragons entangled with each other, the golden light was indestructible, and the colorful divine light was pervasive and could invade everything. They condensed into one, turning into an even more violent and overwhelming force, roaring into the void.

boom!
It crashed into the void with the sound of a terrifying storm, causing chaos.

Afterwards, a sigh came from the back of the Taoist priest in green who had appeared above the head of the Lord of Machinery. He stood up and pointed, and a beam of white light spun in the air, crisscrossing and forming a flower of the avenue.

As the Dao Flowers circulated, they transformed into the Three Pure Ones. Two more Dao Flowers, one blue and one red, appeared. They suddenly blossomed in the void, and countless bright stars rose up, like a big hand gently smoothing everything.

No matter how hard the wind and rain blew, I remained unmoved. The void seemed to have not suffered any damage and strangely became calm.

The whole process is so fast that people don’t even have time to react.

The aura of the six-armed golden body and the seven-colored divine light shook the universe and was magnificent, but its surging and boundless power rushed into the nothingness and dissipated in it during the flow of the three starry sky Taoist flowers.

It was as if in the void shrouded in darkness, there was a terrifying gluttonous beast hidden that could devour the endless darkness.

Like the bottomless abyss of the universe, no matter how strong and violent the external waves are, all the waves will eventually dissipate and be swallowed up into another unimaginable dimension.

In an instant, Qian Biyong's body, which was constantly changing, moved slightly. The colorful light suddenly became brighter and kept shaking, showing that he was uneasy.

"Good tricks, very powerful!"

The four-armed tribe member Kun Sanzu did not hide his emotions and directly praised him.

He couldn't help but look at Qian Laogui, and both saw a hint of caution in each other's eyes.

At their level, they don't need to fight each other to the point of heaven and earth breaking. Just by applying the rules, they can already sense the strength of the other party.

The aura that erupted from the two of them together, the harmony of yin and yang, complementing each other's strengths and making up for each other's weaknesses, could be said to be enough to cause mountains to collapse and seas to split, and was even enough to create huge ripples in the surrounding cosmic rules.

However, the opponent's light display of skills made them feel extremely pressured.

The light of the Dao flowers and the power of the stars were so skillful that they seemed to be easily acquired, but they had a huge impact on one's Dao heart.

It was as if everything they had done before was in vain, and even everything seemed not necessarily real, but just an illusion.

This is really scary.

The two of them each practiced their own clan's methods, and of course they knew how vast the universe was. There were some incredible top-level powerful people who could not be viewed with common sense.

Until now, the Taoist master behind the rumored Yuhua Immortal Court has not shown up. However, the means he has displayed through a wisp of incarnation are already beyond imagination. He can make clouds and rain with a flip of his hand, making them all feel doubled in pressure.

However, up to now, the powerful existence hidden in the darkness and nothingness has not even revealed its true identity. It has only made a move, but its strength is so strong that they have to treat it with caution.

After all, facing such a powerful existence, people generally would not become mortal enemies unless it is necessary.

"You two are so rude. I am just trying to bring back an old friend. Am I blocking your path?"

“The world is huge, and my Yuhua Immortal Court is no pushover. Although the Wanxing Sea collapsed, there are still many survivors. As everyone knows, I originally had a close connection with the Wanxing Sea. Those two are going to kill me just for the legendary Star Emperor’s illusory treasure house that no one knows whether it exists or not?!”

The Taoist in green did not look back, but his deep voice seemed to move the space.

The sound continued to vibrate and spread in the air, spreading outward like a storm.

The voice reached the ears of the two powerful men, and it carried a hint of majesty. Even people as powerful as them felt a little worried.

"Let's forgive them when we can. It was all just a misunderstanding. How about we just let it go?"

Zheng Yi's voice rang out in the void again, his tone was ethereal and boundless, as if it could penetrate everywhere.

However, the meaning of those words was very clear, with a kind of tyranny that could not be refused.

Obviously, Zheng Yi is not prepared to play along with the other party. Whether to fight or make peace depends on the other party's choice.

Both Qian Biyong and Kun Sanzu knew in their hearts that once masters of their level took action, it would not only determine their own safety, but also the forces and numbers involved behind the scenes were of considerable size.

(End of this chapter)