Deep in the Netherworld, a cold look flashed in the eyes of a cold woman. If it weren't for the threat from heaven, the Wu Clan would have turned against each other long ago.

In the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld, there are countless heavenly chains hanging down vertically, shrouding the entire core of the Nine Netherworld, and in front of her is the incarnation of the heavenly realm, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk, bound by a force.

Hou Tu looked at the black shadow in front of him and said bitterly, "Tiandao, you have also seen the power of the human race. The reason why I am willing to take action is just to preserve the blood of the Wu clan. If you want me to fight to the death,

Fight, I can’t do it.”

"snort!"

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded in Houtu's ears, and the hint of ridicule was obvious.

"I have no intention of letting you fight to the death. You have to hold off the human race for at least a hundred days. After a hundred days, I will completely control the power of the ancient world. When the time comes, hum! The mere human race can be destroyed with just one hand!"

After hearing this, Hou Tu's heart suddenly skipped a beat, a hundred days?

Is time so tight?

Houtian is the ultimate saint, and to a certain extent, she also controls the power of heaven and earth, so she can see things that other saints cannot.

The human race is the manifestation of the Pangu Dao Fruit, and it is the existence that the ancient Heavenly Dao covets. If the human race is mediocre, the Dao Fruit will never manifest, and the Heavenly Dao can only gradually devour the power of the Dao Fruit as time goes by.

However, nowadays, the human race is becoming more and more powerful. If the human race is strong, the Dao Fruit will grow faster. This is a dangerous move.

Hou Tu pondered for a long time, and finally nodded slowly, "Okay, I know what to do."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a cold snort coming from the void.

"In this case, I will leave first."

Two months later, the human army has already broken through the ten palaces of the underworld. Murderous aura is rising in the sky, endless evil energy is filling the air, the sea of ​​blood is surging, and the resentful spirits in the underworld are constantly wailing and roaring.

The human army is invincible and unstoppable, and the underworld is in chaos.

Behind the army, there is a golden dragon chasing, and nine five-clawed golden dragons from the realm of Da Luo pull the dragon chasing.

On top of the dragon chariot, there is a golden throne. On the throne, Emperor Xin is wearing golden armor. He is tall and straight, with a resolute face. He holds the Human Emperor Sword in both hands and exudes an aura that is difficult to approach.

Beside the dragon chariot, countless martial arts experts were guarding both sides, not daring to raise their heads to look at Di Xin.

"Your Majesty, the human army has conquered the underworld and is now approaching Jiuyou. Please make a decision as soon as possible."

Di Xin's face was calm, and he immediately stood up and took a step out. His figure disappeared, leaving only a calm voice, "Let the army stand by where it is, and you will wait here. You can go alone the rest of the way."

In the land of Jiuyou, one needs to face the earth of the supreme saint, who is the peak of the saint. At this level, the number has no meaning at all. Many human soldiers also understand in their hearts that even the strong martial saints have nothing to do with the saint.

The odds of winning can only increase casualties.

Only the human emperor Xin is the opponent of such existence.

In the land of Jiuyou, Hou Tu looked at the densely packed human army in front of him. He couldn't help but frown slightly and secretly sighed in his heart: "It seems that the development of the human race has been very rapid in recent years."

The strength of the human race far exceeded her expectations, and in the blink of an eye, Di Xin appeared in front of Hou Tu.

The Emperor Xin in front of him has a calm expression and a majestic martial arts aura. He is a real and powerful Martial Emperor, equivalent to the peak of the quasi-sage in the prehistoric times.

But! The aura of Emperor Xin at this moment is extremely weird, and there is endless flow of Taoism in the martial arts artistic conception. This feeling?

Hou Tu was shocked in his heart. This special martial arts aura has only been felt by one person in hundreds of millions of years.

When he thought of this, Hou Tu couldn't help but feel hot in his heart. If it were him, it might not be impossible to fight against the way of heaven.

Hou Tu casually made a move, and the endless netherworld energy exploded, and a cold voice sounded, "Stop whoever comes, Di Xin, it's over here. There is the power of heaven in the depths of Jiuyou, you must not control Jiuyou, retreat quickly, otherwise

It’s self-destruction!”

Facing an existence of Hou Tu's level, Di Xin felt no pressure at all.

Because he is not Di Xin!

Wang Chen calmly drew out the Human Emperor Sword, and the golden imperial energy suddenly burst out, forcing the Nine Nether energy back hundreds of miles.

Then Wang Chen said calmly, "How much time is left until Tiandao completely controls the power of heaven and earth?"

After hearing this, Hou Tu was greatly shocked, "How do you know? If you think you are not Di Xin, who are you?"

A playful smile appeared at the corner of Wang Chen's lips, and he said lightly, "No matter who I am, the purpose between you and me is the same. Don't worry, after liberating the power of the tunnel, I will attack the land of heaven. By then, there will be no way for heaven to

My mind is trying to deal with you again, so get out of the way, lest I take action!"

Hou Tu was extremely shocked in his heart. Everything he saw before him was too weird. Wang Chen didn't look like an emperor of the human race at all. Instead, there was a sense of detachment in it.

However! Before Hou Tu became a saint, she was one of the ancestral witches of the Wu clan, and her temper was very explosive. Wang Chen's words immediately angered her.

"Do you really think that I am afraid of you? If you want to enter the Nine Netherlands, you must first pass me!"

Hou Tu shouted low, and a monstrous earthly aura erupted from his body. His eyes turned blood red and he punched Wang Chen.

Wang Chen had no expression on his face. He flicked out his finger and a sword light burst out.

"Bang......"

A muffled sound was heard, Hou Tu's punch was defeated by Wang Chen, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.

Wang Chen's strength far exceeded Hou Tu's expectations.

At this moment, Wang Chen was helpless. People say that the Wu clan only grows muscles and not brains. There is nothing wrong with this.

This is obviously something that is beneficial to Hou Tu. If Hou Tu hadn't paid in the future, Wang Chen wouldn't bother to take a trip into this muddy water.

You don’t know! Hou Tu also has his own plan in mind. At this moment, he has determined the true identity of Di Xin. Apart from those two people, there cannot be such a powerful existence in the ancient world. He is a peak saint and can neutralize his own attacks so easily.

Yes, the strength must be higher than that of a saint.

However, Taoist Hongjun is on the side of Heaven, so it is naturally impossible for him to go against Heaven, so Di Xin's identity is already revealed.

However, this existence has long made bold statements to fight against the law of heaven.

Both of these two are beings that Hou Tu cannot afford to offend, but generally speaking, the temper of this powerful human race is much better than that of Tiandao.
Chapter completed!