He Wuhen was standing on the ridge of Fengshen Mountain, not reaching the world or the earth.

There is void everywhere, and there is no one on the vast and boundless mountain.

Of course, even monsters, or creatures like plants and trees cannot see one.

This is simply a barren land without any vitality!

A barren land means a place where there is no hair. No, it is a place where even hair doesn't grow, hey, it seems that there is no difference.

Ahem, in short, He Wuhen is in such an environment now.

He summoned the little green dragon and the little hair ball, and let the green dragon fly on the ridge with him.

With Xiao Qinglong and Xiao Maoqiu talking with him, He Wuhen's feeling of loneliness disappeared a lot.

"Boss, is this Fengshen Mountain? Why does it feel gloomy? There is not even a ghost shadow?"

"If a ghost really appears, you won't be scared to death." He Wuhen rolled his eyes, looked around, and used his spiritual sense to detect the situation.

"I am the king of holy beasts, how can I be afraid of ghosts?"

Xiao Maoqiu raised his chest with a arrogant look on his face and said arrogantly: "Hmph, there is really a ghost, I will eat it in one bite!"

The little Qinglong replied in a muffled voice: "Qiuqiu, you taste so strong that you even need to eat ghosts."

"Didoulong, shut up!" Xiao Maoqiu stomped his back twice with his feet and said angrily: "Concentrate on driving, you!"

"" Xiao Qinglong looked speechless: "What the hell?"

Almost at the same time, a creepy "whimper" sound came from the dark mountains ahead.

More than a dozen feet away from the ground, and the erratic black shadows flew over like an aurora.

With a sweeping of the spiritual sense of He Wuhen, he found that the strength of those black shadows was actually the world's emperor!

"Hmph, you, Daitoulong, have a ghost pounced on you, and it's all your fault."

The little ball of hair flew out, turned into a golden light, and rushed towards the dozen or so black shadows.

"Who is the monster who dares to act here? Look at me, I swear to death by swearing you to death with a holy flame!"

The small ball of hair spurted out a vast holy flame, covering a radius of thousands of miles, covering more than a dozen black shadows.

Suddenly, the black shadows were flooded by the golden holy flames.

Xiao Qinglong shook his head and said honestly: "Qiuqiu, those are ghosts, not monsters."

The little hairball flew over proudly and landed on He Wuhen's shoulder, saying indifferently: "Tsk, no matter whether it is a monster or a ghost, I will kill them all."

"I don't have to deal with such a little monster, I can do it."

Before Xiao Maoqiu could finish his words, the second half of the sentence suddenly became stuck.

I saw that more than a dozen black shadows rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, unscathed, and their aura was even more violent and bloodthirsty.

Xiao Maoqiu was so embarrassed that he was dying of death and cursed angrily: "Ha! A group of little ghosts dare to be so arrogant. Let's see how I torture you!"

Seeing that it was about to rush out to fight again, He Wuhen grabbed its short tail and pulled it.

"Those are not monsters, nor ordinary ghosts."

"These are all the soul of the Heavenly Emperor, the Lord of the Spirit Demon condensed, and are referred to as the Spirit Lord for short."

In the blink of an eye, the twelve spirit masters killed the Qinglong and surrounded it.

Qinglong subconsciously attacked, releasing overwhelming thunder to kill the twelve spirit masters.

However, a surprising scene appeared.

The powerful Nine Heavens Divine Thunder actually passed through the bodies of the Spirit Lords without any obstacles, without hurting them at all.

Even if the little green dragon's tail hit the sky and earth, it would still pass through the bodies of the spirit masters without any effect.

"No need to waste your energy."

He Wuhen waved his hand and signaled that Xiao Qinglong and Xiao Maoqiu both stopped attacking.

"Do you still remember the hundred-soul spirit demons and thousands-soul spirit demons we encountered when we were in the Tianwu World?"

"These spirit demon lords are of the same type as them, with substantial attacks and law powers that cannot harm them."

"Only the power of souls can completely kill them."

He Wuhen talked happily while displaying the ancient divine eyes, and his pupils turned golden.

His eyes were as sharp as the essence, full of sacred power, looking towards the two spirit masters who were rushing to the fiercest.

"Swish!"

At the soul level, He Wuhen's soul power condensed into more than a dozen soul blades and strangled the two spirit masters.

Suddenly, the two spiritual masters were strangled and shattered, making painful and tragic sounds.

They screamed sharply, bursting out powerful soul waves, trying to break free from He Wuhen's killing.

But He Wuhen waved his hand and shot out a vortex of the way of devouring, which swallowed the soul power of the two spirit masters.

He used his old tricks again and used his powerful soul power to strangle the other ten spirit masters.

When He Wuhen strangled and devoured the sixth spirit master, a dazzling colorful light cut through the sky from the front and rushed towards him.

"A bastard, how dare you kill the spirit master of this emperor? You are looking for death!"

Amid the angrily shouting sound of thunder, a middle-aged emperor wearing a golden robe and majestic aura teleported to He Wuhen.

The six surviving spirit masters were fleeing in panic. When they saw the arrival of the middle-aged Emperor of Heaven, they immediately had a backbone and hurriedly surrounded him.

He Wuhen's soul power could clearly hear the six spirit masters, respectfully saluting to the middle-aged Emperor of Heaven: "Greetings to the Emperor, please avenge us!"

The middle-aged Emperor of Heaven waved his hand, and the six spirit masters stood respectfully behind him, like six servants.

The middle-aged Emperor Tian looked at He Wuhen, his face was gloomy and murderous intent.

"Boy! You are so pretty. You dare to trek into this emperor's territory. Are you a newcomer?"

He Wuhen narrowed his eyes, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said quietly: "Oh? From when can even Fengshen Mountain be able to draw territory?"

The middle-aged Emperor Tian suddenly laughed, "Haha, it seems that you are indeed new."

"Since that's the case, then you will be in trouble when you meet this emperor today."

"I want to eat all your flesh and blood, suppress your soul, and become my slave!"

He Wuhen understood this.

It turned out that after the middle-aged Emperor of Heaven massacre, he combined the souls of many Emperors together to form the twelve Spirit Lords and become his slaves.

A cold light flashed in the middle-aged Emperor Tian’s eyes, and he waved his palm and slashed at He Wuhen.

He didn't take it seriously at all for a newcomer like He Wuhen who had just arrived in Fengshen Mountain.

He Wuhen also waved his hand and fought with the middle-aged Emperor of Heaven.

"Bang!"

When the palms were touching each other, a dull sound broke out.

The huge and immense shock wave spread in all directions and was swallowed by the void around him.

The dark Fengshen Mountain under everyone's feet was also unharmed and safe.

The middle-aged Emperor of Heaven was shrunk three thousand miles away, but He Wuhen remained motionless and still stood proudly on the back of the Qinglong.

This result made the middle-aged Emperor Tian’s face change drastically, and there was a strong sense of incredibility in his eyes.

"How is this possible?"

"Boy, who are you? You actually have such profound skills?"

He Wuhen sneered, "Haha, since you know that this emperor is powerful, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy and be your slave?"

The middle-aged Emperor Tian's face was ashen with anger, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Boy, you are too arrogant! You are looking for death!"

He took out a pitch-black spear, turned into a black light, carrying the momentum to destroy everything, and killing He Wuhen.

He Wuhen was not vague and took out the Xuanyuan Sword directly, held the sword in both hands and slashed it hard, wanting to fight him head-on!

"Break the method!"

The golden sword light that created the world appeared, instantly slashing the black light in half, and hitting the black spear hard.

Only a "clang" sound was heard, and the middle-aged Emperor Tian was shocked and flew backwards, his face was pale, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.

The black spear in his hand was also cut open by the Xuanyuan Sword, and his power was leaking wildly.

"Haha, I actually took a fake artifact, what a broken gun!"

He Wuhen curled his lips disdainfully and waved his sword to chase him.

The middle-aged Emperor of Heaven threw away the black spear with aura and ordered the six spirit masters to intercept He Wuhen.

He was filled with a huge black air, and his aura was rising sharply and he began to transform.
To be continued...