The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 201: Immortal Action, the Three Emperors of the Underworld

Another decade has passed.
"what!"

A divine general shouted loudly, and his fate was similar to that of the divine general Kuntian ten years ago. He disintegrated in the sky and turned into rain of light.

This time it was the Sun and Moon God General, who was chosen by Zhang Huan and followed in Kun Tian's footsteps.

The remaining few generals had anger in their eyes and were powerlessly hating in their hearts, but it was of no use. In front of Zhang Huan, they were just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"Humph, those who are unkind will always be punished, and they deserve to die."

Zhang Huan could see through his eyes the hatred deep in their hearts, but he remained unmoved. He sat cross-legged indifferently, waiting for the next ten years.

The eight divine generals are the "brothers" who have accompanied the immortal in battle. Their hands are stained with countless blood and they are the most loyal henchmen of the immortal.

The third decade is also the 30th year that Ning Fei and the Queen of Heaven have been looking at each other affectionately.

The sky was boiling with divine light, one of the divine generals was missing, and the sound of explosions was deafening.

The Divine Phoenix Medicine cried blood and emitted flames full of vitality. It was burning in an attempt to break free from Zhang Huan's restraints and achieve nirvana.

"Okay, if I can't get you to recognize my master in thirty years, then go away. I don't need you anymore."

Zhang Huan cut off the rhizome and took away the elixir of immortality containing the Divine Phoenix Fruit, leaving only the root. He waved his sleeves and threw it into the medicine garden, giving up on it and never cared about it again.

It was courting death. If Zhang Huan had not considered that he might be able to use it in the future, he would have immediately destroyed the essence of the elixir of immortality and would not have given it a chance to grow again.

It is the ancient time now, not many millions of years have passed since the Immortal Dynasty, and the Divine Phoenix Medicine is still obsessed with its Phoenix clan.

Even Nirvana was unwilling to be controlled by others and was stubborn, unlike in the ancient times when the feelings faded and it didn't matter who he was with.

If Zhang Huan could stay close to it for ten thousand years and continue to build a closer relationship with it, he might be able to develop feelings for it and keep it.
But why should I be so attentive to it?

Does Zhang Huan need this immortal medicine? It doesn't matter if he wants to follow it or not. Time will tame it. The immortal medicine is not stupid. It doesn't know who to follow.
In the future, when this True Phoenix Medicine fell into the hands of the original master, it was still well behaved, not as stubborn as it is now.
The proud Princess Shenhuang still needs to suffer a little, only then will she become obedient.

Being picky is not good, especially for Zhang Huan himself, but it doesn't matter to others.

Let that dog cause harm. In the future, the spiritual spring will become a bathing pool, and it will be dumbfounded if it is chased and chewed.

"I have been observing the Divine Phoenix Medicine for thirty years, and I have gained a good understanding of it. I have seen through all the origin symbols that I should remember."

Zhang Huan muttered to himself, and then continued to comprehend. He said that he was really patient and had learned the tortoise method.
Glancing over at Ning Fei's side, the pair of mandarin ducks were just short of holding hands, staring at each other affectionately across the divine source, crying and laughing at the same time.

Although they didn't speak, they were expressing their inner feelings all the time. They got an opportunity between life and death, and their feelings for each other were sublimated in a certain way.

If this continues, Zhang Huan feels that in another thirty years, this couple will no longer be pretending.

If he survives the disaster and just talks to his wife a little, it will be like a bolt from the blue, and their old love will be rekindled. Before long, if he doesn't die, he will have a new son of God a million years after his death.

"All of this is definitely not hidden from the Taoist's eyes. The Taoist is also an immortal spy, so he must know about it."

How can we tolerate this? This is a matter of dignity. If we put ourselves in his shoes, it would be unreasonable for the emperor not to mention the sword and kill us!
Zhang Huan's eyes penetrated the void and swept across the vast sea of ​​stars.

Even if he doesn't care about the Immortal Queen as a vase, the Eight Divine Generals should at least have some weight.

On the one hand, Zhang Huan did not capture the Taoist priest because he took into consideration the relationship between the Taoist priest and immortality.

Over the years, the Taoist must have reported to Bu Si many times. Every report brought a new round of stimulation. How long could Bu Si endure it?

Judging from the fact that he was forced out by Wu Shi in the later life, it shouldn't take long.
In the fortieth year, another firework rose above Guhuang Mountain, attracting worldwide attention.

Not many days later, an unexpected guest arrived. He was not an immortal, but a Taoist priest.

He looked like a teenager, and his strength was outstanding among the ancestral kings. His clothes were tattered and badly damaged, and there was fatigue in his weathered eyes.

After passing through numerous dangerous terrains, we arrived at the foot of Guhuang Mountain, sat down directly, and rested for a long time before continuing to climb.

Before entering the mountain, he tidied his appearance, changed into new robes, pinned his hair up, and looked into the mountain with awe.

"What kind of superb attainment in the source art can easily arrange so many dangerous places. Almost every one of them is comparable to the work of gods, which is awe-inspiring."

Fortunately, after obtaining the Source Book of Heaven in his early years, he was amazed. After he mastered it, he had never seen a source of power that could stump him, but this time, it took him a full forty years.

After surviving many life-threatening situations, he finally grasped the hope of life. Before that, he once wanted to give up, but fortunately, he was blessed by heaven and found a way to survive by accident, otherwise he would have despaired long ago.

"May the Emperor Yuan bless you."

Now he could only move forward and not retreat, so he had no choice but to continue forward.

At the same time, he still had some hope in his heart. As for the forbidden area outside the Ancient Emperor Mountain, in terms of scale and degree, perhaps only the legendary Emperor Yuan could do it.

He risked his life to come here this time, not for anything else, just to find the Holy Emperor of Source Art who had descended, eager to seek a higher level of Source Art above the Source Book of Heaven.

If it is this human emperor, there must be one, he has no doubt about it.

After climbing onto the Imperial Mountain, with just one step down, he felt as if time and space were disordered. The surrounding scenery changed and he came to a palace.

In front of me was a figure sitting cross-legged on a platform, as majestic as the heavenly way, but his face could not be seen clearly.

But at just one glance, that deep aura like the ocean was imprinted in his heart and could not be erased, like a god above the nine heavens, or like the master at the top of heaven who dominated all the gods.

In just a moment, he knelt down, prostrating himself before this vast power, with a sincere heart and endless piety.

"The unfilial disciple Jiuxian pays homage to the Holy Emperor of the Human Race."

With a thud, the sound of kowtow echoed in the hall. He knelt on the ground and could not get up for a long time.

"I have never accepted any disciples in this life. You and I have never met each other, so how can you be called a disciple?"

Zhang Huan sat on the Taotai, looking mysterious and unfathomable.

"The Holy Emperor has never accepted a disciple. When I said this, it was my own will, so the Holy Emperor doesn't know."

Jiu Xian buried his head even lower, his mind working rapidly.

"I was lucky enough to practice the remaining pages of the Heavenly Origin Book. Forty years ago, after the Saint Emperor descended on Ancient Emperor Mountain, I had an infinite yearning for the Saint Emperor's peerless Origin Art. However, I had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. I took the Origin Art arranged by the Saint Emperor as my teacher and became a converted disciple. I was lucky enough to survive the disaster and dared to call myself a little disciple. My original intention was to express my yearning for the Saint Emperor of my clan, and I did not mean to offend him."

Zhang Huan glanced at him when he heard this. He was indeed a smart guy, but unfortunately, this trick was useless on him.

"You have a good plan. This trick may work for the other two Saint Emperors who care about the human race, but for me..."

With just one look, Yuan Tianshi, who had reached the level of a great sage, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He lost his vitality bit by bit and turned into a sculpture.

Do you think you have an opportunity just because you are a human and want to gain more powerful source techniques?
Zhang Huan is not as kind to the human race as Taiyin and Taiyang. Even if a human is a quasi-emperor, he will kill him without mercy.

A silver iron book fell from his body, flowing with strange colors, and ancient characters shone like stars. It was extraordinary and almost a carrier of Tao.

It is none other than the Source Heavenly Book that this person obtained, which involves Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, the interaction between heaven and man, the stars and the terrain, etc. It is extremely mysterious and is an supreme divine scripture of the Source Art.

"The Origin Heavenly Book, a scripture that Duan De, a scoundrel, passed down at some point in his life, has made countless saints in later generations hate it."

Emperor Yuan and Mingzun are actually the same person, Duan De, who is also the reincarnation of Cao Yusheng.

In the Source Heaven Book, there is a secret technique that can train a pair of Source Heaven God Eyes, which can see through illusions and point directly to the origin. In the eyes, all tangible objects can be seen, even Source Stone leather clothes can be easily seen through.

Of course, the spells set up by the saints of various religions to prevent peeping were useless. Under the direct gaze of these divine eyes, one could easily see through the beauty beneath the colorful gauze clothes.

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Zhang Huan took it and took a look at it. Sure enough, it was almost the same as the inheritance of Master Yuan Tian that he himself had obtained, except that it had a few more of the most mysterious Yuan Tian techniques.

"Compared to the source technique I control, it is far inferior. I'm afraid it is just a piece of scrap material written casually by Duan De."

Zhang Huan's source technique came from the underworld, and it almost emptied the source gods and source ghosts. What he obtained was a superior source technique that directly pointed to the emperor level. The source also came from the source emperor, but it was still incomplete.

It is hard to imagine that the Emperor's Scripture produced by Yuan Di would be such a shameless thing. If you look closely, there are too many hidden things. Calling it a castrated version is a compliment. Instead of calling it the Yuan Heavenly Book, perhaps the name "Introduction to Yuan Shu" would be more suitable for it.

"It's not good to follow Duan Dexue."

Zhang Huan carefully stroked the hundred pages of the silver-iron book, easily changed some of the great texts, changed the Source Heaven Divine Eye into the Source Heaven Finger, and added the mouth and nose technique, so that he could know what was hidden under the stone skin with just one smell.

He added a few more words at the end: "This is produced by Yuan Di and is for reference only. The side effects are not yet clear. If there are any adverse reactions, I will not be responsible."

The word "Tao" is very small, much smaller than other words. Unless you pay close attention, it is easy to overlook it.

Zhang Huan smiled. In fact, what he added was the serious source technique, which was very powerful when practiced to a high level. He just added this line of small words.

But even if he was scared, he still had to practice. Zhang Huan was looking forward to Ye Fan's reaction in the future. Duan De unknowingly took the blame again.

Throwing the 'improved' Source Book of Heaven into the sky, the silver light suddenly disappeared and fell into the boundless East Wasteland, waiting for another destined person.

Seven years later, an unpredictable aura crossed over and alarmed Zhang Huan. A space channel crossed the sky from another coordinate, disrupting the space and connecting to the interior of Guhuang Mountain.

"Are you here, Immortal Emperor? It seems you called for help this time."

Zhang Huan took a deep breath, sensed several different fluctuations, stood up to greet them, his eyes filled with sword light.

The two sides meet, the light of immortals fills the sky, a waterfall filled with light supports the sky, and a space channel is opened.

Over there, a boundless aura of death penetrated the sky and the earth, and a piece of doomsday land connected the heaven and the earth, just like the underworld. Three figures walked out of the black fog, exuding a peerless aura, like characters in mythology, walking slowly towards them.

The black curse sea surged beneath his feet, submerging all worlds and bringing endless darkness and the underworld. The familiar smell of decay made Zhang Huan frown.

It was beyond his expectation, but also reasonable. Bu Si found his old ally again. He had fought against the underworld of Emperor Zun together with him in the past. Now they joined hands and turned their spearhead against him again.

"Yan Luo Huang, Chang Sheng Tian Zun, and the Ghost Huang I have seen before."

The Prison Emperor hasn’t been seen. Did he leave someone as a guard?

Moreover, the conditions of these three creatures are too good. The aura does not seem like that of a supreme being, but rather like that of a true ancient emperor who has obtained the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill.

"The ghost king that was rescued by the underworld was not eaten. Instead, it cultivated a Yin spirit, which merged with it and completely revived the ghost king."

Zhang Huan narrowed his eyes slightly and saw through its stitched soul. The current Ghost King could be said to have undergone an alternative revival, recreating past memories and fusing with a new carrier to become a brand new soul. It was both it and not it. The underworld was very good at this kind of grafting technique.

It has become the new giant in the underworld, and the original thoughts of the gods must have been treated as materials and processed.

"What benefit did the immortal give them that made their blood so high? Is it the royal blood?"

Zhang Huan guessed the reason. Only this kind of thing could invite these people. This was only part of the remuneration. They would definitely include Zhang Huan in the remuneration.

When the Feixian rain covered the top of his head, the entire space where Zhang Huan was located was distorted and eroded, and turned into the scene in the Feixian Waterfall, a passage, or space, covered with runes, formed by the power of rules, which could accommodate the battle between the imperial figures.

"He turned the ant into an emperor, haha."

The Ghost King laughed faintly, his voice was like that of a ghost, very unpleasant to the ear. He had met Zhang Huan before, when Zhang Huan was still a half-saint ant. Who would have thought that when they met again after a few years, Zhang Huan's realm had made great progress and was even above his.

The Sword of Immortality was humming, and a string of galaxies appeared on the sword. It was very exciting. Being held in the hands of the Heavenly Venerable, it was like the sharpest blade in the world, white and boundless. A random stroke could split the sky and earth, which was terrifying.

The three statues came out together, like forerunners. The figure of the Immortal Emperor was not seen. He was still hiding behind the scenes, watching from the sidelines, and only sacrificed the Feixian Waterfall.

"It's really embarrassing for the weaker one to have the same name. Fortunately, mine is stronger."

Zhang Huan secretly complained in his heart and decided to start killing them. He would not give them a chance to unite with the immortals and would eliminate them all first.

In this passage space, he doesn't have to worry about harming innocent people. If anyone could be hurt, it would only be the immortal who is still hiding.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, suppress it!"

His two fists crushed the might of the Three Emperors, evolved the sun, moon and stars, recreated the universe, and a spirit of creation burst out.

Zhang Huan flew forward, the laws were burning at their fullest, steaming billions of dead seas, and he punched out, sending two emperors flying sideways, with unstoppable surprise in his eyes.

The remaining Changsheng Tianzun was deliberately left behind by Zhang Huan, who used the magic of confinement to control his body and swung his fists across. Zhang Huan punched and punched the Tianzun with great force, as if carrying an unbearable weight, and beat the Tianzun to a point where his body was incomplete and covered in blood.

Symbols were pressed down one after another, light beams broke through the vast universe, and the immortal light shook the earth. The next moment, the imperial body of Changsheng Tianzun exploded and never gathered again. It was like death, and the instrument was wailing.

The Sword of Immortality was taken away by Zhang Huan, who refined it with extreme violence and swung it to kill the two emperors. The two imperial figures did not even last a cup of tea before both died suddenly.

(End of this chapter)