"It seems that you met Brother Nether?" Lu Yao showed a sneer on his lips, flew down, and his breath was completely released. The powerful soul power suppressed the evil spirit so that it could not move.

"Haha, you're just a newcomer. Do you really think you can go against the will of heaven?" Xie Sheng shouted angrily, reborn with his broken arm, and the aura on his body was completely released.

Lu Yao sneered, with a look of disdain on his face, and soon fought with Xie Sheng.

The two turned into two aurora, one black and one red, and collided quickly. Each collision would burst out with terrifying energy.

This is a battle belonging to the level of the God of Heaven. The few energy ripples that radiate out are enough to destroy hundreds of great gods and crush tens of thousands of creatures at the level of the God of Heaven.

Both of them were too powerful in their vitality. Even if Xie Sheng's body was cut off, he could recover.

Finally, after two thousand years of chasing, the outcome was decided.

Lu Yao asked coldly, holding the dying Xie Sheng, "You can die."

"Haha, why not be afraid of death? In the end, you will die like me and die at the hands of another person. We are all just clowns." Xie Sheng glared at him and sneered and said these words.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, Lu Yao absorbed all the energy of Xiesheng and his cultivation level improved a lot.

He gradually understood that this was a huge arena, purgatory!

Everyone is an enemy, fighting for each other's energy, killing each other, and most people don't know why they fight.

And this white place, no matter what, they cannot destroy it or break it.

Lu Yao couldn't help but feel dazed. He secretly guessed that maybe this white world was just a cage!

Forget it, he just wants to survive!

Carrying Mo Hong, keep rushing, and continue practicing.

Continuous killing, continuous escalation, continuous search.

Thirty thousand years later, he found a blood altar. The blood altar was formed in unknown ways, full of irritable energy, which could be converted.

Lu Yao was guarding the blood altar, constantly killing the coming enemies, and he began to create the world.

Using the energy of the blood altar and the original Taoist meaning in the preface, he created an incomplete chaotic universe, and in the end the world was destroyed by him and sucked away the energy.

The blood altar is exhausted...

"I'm already level 1400, and I don't know what Brother Nether is now. I guess his cultivation is higher than mine!" Lu Yao smiled softly, and he felt that he was not far from the final battlefield.

At this moment, the word "Ming" on his palm suddenly burst out with a thousand feet of light, and a scene appeared.

A vague figure cut the Nether Emperor in half and plundered all the energy of the Nether Emperor.

And the Nether Emperor also turned into black light and dissipated.

"This is...Brother Netherworld... is dead!" Lu Yao's eyes glared, and he shouted in disbelief.

"This is normal. If you hadn't been me, you would have died long ago. In my eyes, you are too weak. Compared to that person, you are just an ant." Mo Hong spoke softly, her voice was plain, without a trace of mockery.

Lu Yao had no intention of responding to Mo Hong. He looked at the ancient words in his palm and gritted his teeth and said, "I must find Brother Netherworld's reincarnation body. He has just been reborn in the cycle of reincarnation. He is very weak. If he dies again, he will really die!"
Chapter completed!