"Worship the ground!"

The mighty force reappeared, the dark energy covered the sky and the sun, the earth shook violently, and the Jizhou City behind was crumbling.

In the previous bow, the two parties had different statuses but the same identity.

Now the next bow is like the ancestor of the underworld bowing to the mother of the earth. It is no longer the same status.

Kong Zhishang's mouth was bleeding. This feeling was no less than that of his ancestor Wuyou, who suddenly changed his name and called him ancestor.

It's simply a fantasy.

All around Zi Chen, the power of the Holy Thunder began to disillusion, and it was clear that he could no longer bear it.

Seeing that the power of the Holy Thunder was about to disappear, the power of the Holy Thunder that had been shattered all over Zi Chen suddenly erupted again, and became even more intense.

Not only did it dispel the surrounding black energy, but also all the black energy within a radius of dozens of miles was completely wiped out.

Zi Chen's power of holy thunder seemed to be protected by a halo.

He looked down at Morris, "You killed countless humans. How can you atone for your sins with this courtesy? Come again!"

Morris was furious, "Oh my God, little human being!"

Make a big bow to the Dharma minister and then worship, worship people and the earth and then worship the sky.

Like ants worshiping gods.

Let me ask you, who in this world dares to be called a god in front of Mingzu?

Which existence dares to regard the Underworld Ancestor as an ant?

Kong Zhi

Shang suddenly coughed up blood, with a look of shock on his face. He was just a bystander who wanted to take advantage, but he was actually implicated.

If you are worshiped in person, shouldn't you be torn apart?

Boom!

The indestructible Jizhou City collapsed immediately after being worshiped like this.

Residents near the edge of the city were wiped out in an instant.

Even the Nether Clan and Jizhou City soldiers in this direction disappeared in an instant.

A sword light lit up, and the entire Jizhou City seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, which dissolved the mysterious power.

Looking ahead, Zi Chen is still standing, with the power of the Holy Thunder accentuating his figure, like a real God of Thunder coming to the world.

"impossible!"

Kong Zhishang's eyes widened. Even he, the bystander, was implicated, but Zi Chen was actually intact.

As for Morris, his eyes had already become dull and blood was flowing out from his orifices.

"not enough!"

Zi Chen's voice was loud and loud, "It's not enough for the sins of your Nether Clan!"

"good!"

Morris gritted his teeth, his strength instantly boiled, and his aura slumped instantly, and behind him, the underworld energy billowing around the body of the Dharma Prime Minister, like the underworld ancestor coming to the world.

"Kowtow to the Ancestor of the Underworld!"

The Dharma Minister stepped forward, then knelt down on one knee. With a roar, the earth instantly cracked and smoke billowed, stretching for hundreds of miles, as if the end of the world was coming.

Kong Zhishang has already retreated, otherwise he will definitely die this time. He can't even bear to worship, let alone worship?

Looking at Zi Chen again, the power of the Holy Thunder dissipated in an instant.

At the same time, the surging Qi and blood seemed to be showing signs of drying up.

Finally unable to stop it?

Morris was also laughing, "Xiao Xiao Zichen, this is the magical power of our clan!"

"Is this... enough?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and Zi Chen spoke again, "You have killed countless humans, and just one kowtow is enough? I'm dreaming!"

He looked down at Morris, and the vitality that had just dried up burst out again.

At the same time, the power of the Holy Thunder also became abundant again.

"How is this possible? He actually withstood it?!"

Kong Zhishang couldn't believe it. How could a small divine gate be able to withstand the worship of the Ming Ancestor?

There is not even a single injury, and there is no loss of life at all?

Let me ask, if Wuyou worshiped him in this capacity, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

"Don't say prostrate, even if you die in front of me ten thousand times, it won't be enough!"

Zi Chen shouted, his blood was boiling, and the holy thunder was surging. He held a long knife in his hand and shouted "cut" angrily.

The long sword is unsheathed.

He raised the knife and dropped it.

A human head flew high into the air.

Blood sprayed in the sky.

Morris, dead.
Chapter completed!