The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 11: One-horn imperial formation, ultimate killing intent

The next moment, Zhang Huan felt a strong sense of crisis.

In an instant, he no longer allowed the opponent to delay time. He decisively condensed the holy power in his palm and attacked with all his strength.

With the power of the Great Sage's attack, any saint who touched it would die immediately, so there is no way a fake saint like Old Man Mu could survive.

But the attack was launched at close range, and before it could touch Old Man Mu, the holy power dissolved and digested in the air, leaving no trace.

"It's really weird!"

No wonder this old man just waited for Zhang Huan to come to him. What did he really rely on? The way the holy power dissipated was strange. If it was the body, it would probably turn into blood if it touched it.

Zhang Huan retreated several hundred meters behind him, becoming more alert.

After using his spiritual sense to investigate hundreds of times, he found that the ground of the house was flat and ordinary, and the underground was empty, filled with mud and rocks. He could not find out the reason why the holy power had been dissipated.

According to what the old man said before, he already knew that his son was dead. Maybe the other party had already left behind some kind of life tablet that could let the old man know whether he was alive or dead.

In this way, Zhang Huan would definitely find this place by following the clues, so he planned to sit back and wait to avenge his son.

I don't know what could give him such courage. Even with such a huge gap in strength, he felt that he could definitely kill Zhang Huan.

It should be not simple, at least it can threaten the Saint King.

The old man looked over with his eyes like black holes, his mouth was grinning terribly and covered with tiny cracks.

"Hehe, it was originally used to deal with those holy places as a foundation, but now it is useless. As long as I can kill you, it is worth destroying it."

An unpleasant sound came from a hoarse voice, and Old Man Mu had become neither human nor ghost. A three-foot-long small tower flew out from the sea of ​​suffering and guarded his head.

Something terrible is coming.

Zhang Huan's heart skipped a beat. It was his sixth sense that was giving him a warning. He couldn't help but glance at the small crystal glass tower.

The tower has nine floors, several of which have already decayed, exuding a deathly aura and emitting a withered yellow light, which is extremely eerie and ominous.

As if it were alive, the small tower burst out with powerful pressure as soon as it appeared, and the god seemed to be reviving, emitting waves that made people's heart palpitate.

Even more terrifying than a great sage.

Quasi-imperial weapon!
No wonder he was so confident and thought he could get revenge on the spot. It turned out he had such a deadly trick.

Seeing Zhang Huan's solemn expression, Old Man Mu seemed very satisfied and said, "It's not over yet!"

He raised his hands, and the next moment, a wave a hundred times more terrifying than the previous one emerged. It was powerful, vast and deep, like the arrival of an ancient emperor, unfathomable and terrifying to the extreme.

It was like a huge monster waking up in front of me, and just getting close to it felt as heavy as a mountain pressing down on my head.

Zhang Huan's blood and energy were shaking all over his body, he was trembling uncontrollably, and his heart was filled with shock.

"This is... the ultimate pressure!"

This lineage of ruthless people is hidden so deeply. With such a background, even a quasi-emperor cannot gain the upper hand over them. It is more than enough to deal with a great sage like Zhang Huan.

Zhang Huan would never admit his mistake. He had used the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot many times and was familiar with the aura of the extreme. The other party must have a trump card related to the ancient emperor.

I don't think it's the ultimate imperial weapon or something like that. If that's the case, there's no point in wasting words because the other party would have already started fighting desperately.

Judging from the way the other party led Zhang Huan into the courtyard just now, it was most likely an imperial formation.

No wonder the divine sense couldn’t detect any abnormalities.

If it was an imperial formation, as long as he didn't step into the killing situation, Zhang Huan was confident that he could protect himself with the help of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot.

In this world, intact imperial formations almost only exist in legends, and even the extreme Taoist tradition cannot be seen. What the opponent possesses should be a broken corner, with only one tenth of its power. In this case, the threat is greatly reduced.

With the One-horned Imperial Formation and the Quasi-Imperial Weapon, if it were a different Great Sage, this old man would have succeeded in his revenge.

Zhang Huan no longer hesitated, pretending to be frightened and flew backwards, flying straight into the starry sky. Zhang Huan was determined to kill him, he was determined to take revenge, this battle would definitely be a big deal, if it started on Beidou, it might even sink the Endless East Wasteland.

Once those extreme forces notice it, it will be difficult to end it. It is best to go to the starry sky to fight an extreme battle. At that time, Zhang Huan can also take advantage of the uninhabited starry sky to study the opponent's memory skills.

Seeing Zhang Huan running away, a black evil aura emanated from the old man's body, and he kept muttering the word "revenge".

It seemed as if it was surrounded by an evil aura from the underworld, and the air around it was becoming poisonous.

He took out more than a dozen artifacts, each of which was a holy weapon that was refined with secret methods, and cracks appeared on the surface of the holy weapon.

The holy vessels vibrated and wailed, seemingly unwilling to dissipate, but they were ultimately no match for the person controlling them and the strange dissolving force, and they exploded one by one, their holy light escaping like starlight.

"Sacrifice all the holy vessels, control all the ghosts to possess you, and use them to kill the enemy!"

Old Man Mu roared, and his materialized resentment continued to overflow. However, in just a few seconds, he transformed the other party into a monster, half human and half ghost, which made even the saint tremble with fear.

Seemingly still having some consciousness, the evil ghost-like old man held a killing array in his hand, driving the ghosts to crawl under his feet, and quickly caught up with him with the help of the Quasi-Emperor's Tower.

"This person must be related to the underworld."

First, there was the rotten little tower that exuded the aura of death, and then there was the secret technique of summoning thousands of ghosts. They were all about dealing with the dead, and ordinary people didn't have the ability to do so.

The light of escape was extremely fast. It passed over the flowing clouds in an instant and flew into the endless starry sky. Zhang Huan did not stop and went straight to an ancient battlefield.

The old ghost behind him was also fast, and with multiple amplifications, his speed was not much different from the maximum speed of the Saint King, and he kept his lock on Zhang Huan.

"Old man, this will reunite your family."

Zhang Huan's eyes were gloomy, and he felt disgusted when he saw the old man's extremely resentful expression.

Today I have experienced the tyranny of this ruthless lineage. They treat other creatures as straw dogs, but their own people are special. Such double standards are no different from those of the Tianlong people.

Perhaps some of it comes from the characteristics of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, but more of it comes from people’s own arrogance and superiority.

"Kill you if you want!"

Lao Gui followed closely, and here was a field of broken meteorites, billions of miles away from Beidou.

A broken corner of the imperial formation in his hand evolved all things, endlessly, and shot out a white light, encompassing the rules of dissolution and dissipation, catching up with Zhang Huan and shooting towards him.

The power of the extreme is unstoppable unless you are extremely powerful. Even a quasi-emperor would lose a layer of skin under this blow. Seeing the white light approaching, the old ghost laughed excitedly and heartily.

"Hahahaha, die! Ha."

Seeing that they were almost far away from Beidou, Zhang Huan no longer restrained himself. His imperial power shook, completely wiping out the white light, becoming even more powerful and terrifying.

Before he could be happy for a few more seconds, Zhang Huan raised the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar with an expressionless face.

The old ghost seemed to have seen an unbelievable scene. He even stopped breathing. Even though thousands of ghosts around him were howling, he stared at the magic jar with a ghost face engraved on it in Zhang Huan's hand.

The ghost face on it looks like it is crying but not really crying, which is strange and unusual. The black light it reveals is creepy and terrifying, and it is surrounded by countless chaotic air, which is ancient and mysterious.

The endless devouring law is like a bottomless black hole that can swallow up the sun, moon and stars.

"This, this is."

His hollow eyes were so big that two eggs could be stuffed in them. The old ghost’s hands were trembling, and he couldn’t utter a complete sentence for a long time.

At this moment, he even forgot about the revenge for his son's murder and stared at the magic jar motionlessly.

"As a ruthless person, you must know it. After searching for thousands of lifetimes, you finally saw it. Don't you have any feelings about it?"

Seeing that the other party was dumbfounded, Zhang Huan raised the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar in his hand and said jokingly.

(End of this chapter)