He was like a silent phantom. Under the hidden protection of the holy monument, even the god-level spirit could not detect his existence. What he needed to be careful about the most was the blocking of a large number of dark dark nets underground. The so-called dark dark net is a defensive artifact refined by the Western dark gods. It was spread in one net on the ground of the army stationed. If someone wanted to escape from the earth, once he touched the dark dark net, he would be noticed by the vigilant masters on the ground and launch a fatal attack.

However, the dark dark net, which is regarded as a shielding and defensive artifact by the divine realm, is not worth a smile in the eyes of Xuanyuan Peng, who possesses the Holy Monument and the Emperor of Dongxuetu, who is in the soil, he is like a fish in water, and every grain of mud and dust is like his subjects. There is a dark dark net, and how can he pass it without being noticed by the dark master on the ground, he knows very clearly.

Before he knew it, Xuanyuan Peng crossed the underground of the Divine Realm Military Camp and gradually escaped into the vast and endless catastrophe battlefield under the city. Under the deep underground, he could clearly see that in the mud layer, there were crossbow arrows, broken weapons, and dead corpses. These were the corpses of immortals and gods that died in the underground war... And on the ground, the layers of corpses were endless, and blood was drifting between the corpses...

Infinite resentment, death, anger, and evil spirits filled the world of the battlefield of the catastrophe. Whether it was the soldiers of the Divine Realm or the soldiers of the Immortal Clan, many died with their eyes closed, and many died in tragic scent. All kinds of death auras seemed like a storm, and were sensed by Xuanyuan Peng into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Because he was pursuing the Dongxue Earth Emperor's Ability, he could sense countless auras of death from the soil, and because of him, he broke through the eighth-level master's secret realm, the Five Dark Emperors broke through the peak changes and understood the "Life and Death Order". He was like the supreme emperor of the underworld who dominated death, walking among countless dead corpses, the rolling aura of death. Just like his subjects, can he not feel it?

Xuanyuan Peng walked forward silently, and as he approached the central area of ​​the catastrophe battlefield, his figure gradually floated towards the ground...

Suddenly, a pile of corpses collapsed silently, and the bloody mud layer flipped over. Xuanyuan Peng rose slowly from the ground and stood on the battlefield of countless corpses.

In the distance, the Heavenly King City was like a giant beast lying across the sky and the earth. There was no light on the top of the city. However, Xuanyuan Peng sensed the energy fluctuations of the sky and earth nets in the sky and under the earth... Similarly, the Divine Realm Military Camp behind was also silent, with no light on the star. But there were crisscrossing patrol consciousness and the dark dark nets under the ground...

"Hey, I'm not the only one on the battlefield of catastrophe..." Xuanyuan Peng glanced his divine eyes and suddenly saw a broken flag in the depths of countless corpses hidden in the thin underworld fog. In the depths of the fog, clusters of ghost fires were floating, and soul lamps were flashing...

He is not the only one on the battlefield of catastrophe. In addition to him, the undead strongmen in the divine realm wandered in the vast battlefield. They collected countless undead spirits, and the soul-refining powerhouses, soul-snatching powerhouses, and even zombie powerhouses among the immortals were also wandering in the battlefield, plucking soul-snatching powerhouses, plundering powerful corpses, and trying to refine powerful zombies...

Even from time to time, there are events that undead strong men from the divine realm and demonic strong men from the immortal clan, tearing apart the independent space and launching fierce battles, which continue to happen.

Xuanyuan Peng had a bright look and saw a deceased emperor in the distance whizzing by millions of undead like shadows. In the other direction, an Eastern magic immortal waved a soul banner and continuously extracted the remaining deceased souls from the corpses...

There is a divine war during the day, and a divine war at night! There is a divine war with blood boiling during the day, and a divine war with extremely strange souls at night!

Xuanyuan Peng stood on the battlefield of corpses piled up like a mountain, feeling the mysterious and powerful evil god war on this land of catastrophe. His eyes were calm and he took a deep breath. The eighteen layers of hell emerged behind him, the tongue-pulling hell, the scissors hell, the iron tree hell, the blood sea hell, the iceberg hell, the oil pot hell... Behind him, there were eighteen vortex-like terrifying portals, the rolling death anger, blowing out from the depths of hell...

"Fate dominates the way!" Xuanyuan Peng's eyes suddenly shone brightly, a long river of fate that only he could see, roaring and roaring in front of him. His spiritual sense swept away, and suddenly, the endless light of fate was sensed by his spiritual sense. He saw the light of fate that had intersection with him at this moment...

However, the light of fate he saw was not full of vitality, silvery white, but dark and dark, losing vitality...

However, Xuanyuan Peng realized the peak magical power of the Five Dark Emperors, the Life and Death Order. When he used this technique, his two eyes were white, without black pupils, and without a trace of white eyes, as if he had seen through the yin and yang and dominated life and death.

"Buzz!" He opened his eyes of life and death and saw a trace of gray-white light of death appearing on the dark light of fate that was gathered. Only he could see the gray-white light of death with the eyes of life and death!

"In the name of the supreme emperor of the underworld and the Lord of Destiny, I summon the souls of death and all of them will be under my command!" Xuanyuan Peng murmured with the dark divine words, chanting the magic spell of the Nether clan that summoned the souls. He stretched out his big hand, and the magic weapon of life and death poured into his palm, and instantly condensed a banner of life and death, which floated behind his back, above the eighteen levels of hell.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Peng saw through life and death, and through yin and yang. He opened the eighteen levels of hell, condensed the "soul-summoning life and death banner", and used the life and death curse that can only be mastered by the supreme tribe of the underworld to summon countless souls from all directions and return to him!

"Sa!" In an instant, in the battlefield of catastrophe, the qi of death and the underworld was surging, as if boiling. In the sea of ​​corpses and blood, there were phantom-like undead, Li Po, fierce... They all felt the call of the magic spell. It was a summoning of the superiors on the origin of the soul. It was unrejected or resisted. It was the summoning of the Supreme Death, it was the summoning of the Lord of the Underworld who mastered the law of death. Any dead soul must accept the summoning and must go to worship...

One by one, one cluster, one by one, waves of souls of the dead emerged from the corpse, emerged from the bloody mud, buzzing... Under the call of the Death Curse, each soul of the dead ignited a soul of different light and darkness in an instant. Each soul awakened a trace of mind!

"Lord... is summoning me..." Countless souls all looked towards Xuanyuan Peng. There was a soul-suming banner that rose high, and there. There was a rolling fluctuation in the deceased space!

Boom! The soul of the dead soul like a rainstorm rushed towards the soul-summoning banner from all directions, as if, in the dark night, in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. The soul-summoning banner was an immortal magic lamp, and countless souls, like moths flying into the direction of the soul-summoning banner...

Huhuhuhuhu... Waves of souls rushed to the soul-summoning banner like a tide. They were divided into hell spaces by Xuanyuan Peng's divine thoughts...

The catastrophic battlefield outside the Heavenly King City has been through many years of divine wars. The power of Xuanyuan Peng's Life and Death Order and the Lord of Destiny is that it can not only summon the souls in the corpses that died in battle today, but also burn the dead souls into ashes and bombard the deep earth.

This alone is far superior to the undead powers in the divine realm, far superior to the soul-killing and soul-snatching powers in the demonic path of the immortal clan, refining zombies and other magical powers. What they chose is the soul-dead spirit with a trace of spiritual evil spirits and unyielding resentment. Xuanyuan Peng, as long as he is a dead soul, regardless of strength, he will plunder into his hell space.

He mastered a series of magical powers of the Nether Clan. He could forge countless souls into a powerful army of death, which was much stronger than the undead strongmen in the Divine Realm and the demons in the Immortal Realm.

Xuanyuan Peng held the soul-suming banner and stood on the central battlefield. In the sea of ​​corpses and blood, under the vast earth, the dead souls as dense as raindrops came one after another, and there were countless numbers. His spell summoned a trace of spirituality among the souls and ignited a trace of soul fire. From a distance, the dim ghost fire, like a rainstorm, flew wildly towards the direction where Xuanyuan Peng stood...

"Well? What a powerful power of the Emperor of Death?!" On the battlefield of the catastrophe, the tide-like soul fluctuations suddenly alarmed the undead emperors, soul refining masters, soul-snatching emperors, and zombie priests who wandered around the battlefield and plundered strong soul corpses. They were all shocked by the boiling soul fluctuations. They saw that in the pile of corpses and under the strata, countless souls were drilled out, roaring and pounced into the distance...

The strong men from all directions saw that the entire catastrophic battlefield was shining like a sea of ​​light by clusters of ghostly fireflies, like waves of billions of fireflies flying in one direction, which was the direction of the central battlefield! In the depths of the sea of ​​soul light, there was a vague stream of death energy rising into the sky, like an emperor worshiping the soul, continuously containing countless dead souls.

"Hiss, who is the master who can create such a soul-catching momentum?"

"Strange, what kind of soul-controlling skills is this? It can be stored regardless of strength or weakness. What kind of soul weapon has he refined to accommodate such a large number of souls?"

"Is that one person or a group of people? I suspect that a large number of people are collecting souls. Otherwise, even a peak giant would not be able to collect such a large number of souls. I just can't guess what they do if they collect so many weak souls. It must be noted that every dominant soul must use powerful secret techniques to awaken their life energy, magical skills, and transform into powerful death powers. Besides, does a large number of souls have such powerful energy to control? If you are not careful and backfire, will it become the nourishing energy of the souls?"

"No matter whether it is one person or a group of people, in short, those who dare to make such a big deal and collect their souls are definitely very powerful and quite powerful, otherwise they would not dare to do this!"

"It's broken, the soul leaves, tomorrow's god battle, why do the skeleton powers in my divine realm exchange countless skeleton army in this catastrophic battlefield?"

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The powerful men who collected souls from all directions were shocked by the terrifying scene of Xuanyuan Peng summoning souls. They did not dare to collect souls in such a large amount, nor did they have enough powerful soul control magic powers to control a large amount of souls. Once a backlash occurs, the soul master will also become the nourishing energy of the evil spirits.

On the divine realm, there are also skeleton clans among the dark demon clans who can perform divine magic and summon countless white bone skeletons on the spot to act as cannon fodder for divine warriors. However, if you want to summon skeleton warriors, you must awaken the soul fire of the corpses, and the soul has been taken away. How did the soul fire be born?

Xuanyuan Peng's soul-catching action suddenly destroyed the skeleton magic of the Dark Demon Clan and the skeleton powerful men! This was what he didn't expect. Of course, even if he thought about it, it would be impossible to leave countless skeleton sources for the skeleton powerful men!

On the battlefield of catastrophe, there were fireflies like the vast ocean. It was a dim soul light formed by the stars and the waves formed by the convergence of the waves. Xuanyuan Peng used his destiny to dominate the Tao and the order of life and death to summon the souls of the dead. It was too large, but he had eighteen levels of hell, enough to contain countless souls.

"You are... an immortal cultivator in the East. You dare to take away the soul of my divine realm. You deserve to die. Kill!" A deceased emperor, like a phantom, appeared in the sky, standing above Xuanyuan Peng, looking down below, the souls like the vast ocean flew into the eighteen vortex-like hell gates. He couldn't help but be furious, roared, and slashed down with a palm!

Boom! A death energy, killing the sky, the undead emperor, two soul fires, were as bright as two green suns. His palm energy tore apart a large void, the cracks in the space, turned into countless ashes, flying in the palm of his death demon clutch...

"A Dead Emperor? Do you think you can defeat me, the supreme emperor of the underworld, the Lord of Death? Die for me!" Xuanyuan Peng suddenly raised his head, and his long hair exploded with a scattered blow, flying like a waterfall. His burning divine eyes stared at the Dead Emperor who was killing him, and with a long roar, the eighteen layers of hell behind him were shocked...

"Steamer stove!" With a sound of Peng, Xuanyuan Peng slashed his hand, and he went up and down. Two steaming steamers were as fast as lightning. Suddenly, he locked the undead emperor who was killing him into the steamer, without giving him any chance to struggle, and without any room for dodging!

"Hiss..." The death-strong men who witnessed that scene were shocked by Xuanyuan Peng's attack. They felt that Xuanyuan Peng's palm seemed to condense infinite hell energy and death energy. He did not slash out one palm, but eighteen hell stars...
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