"Stop it!"

Tong Du held a spear in his hand to charge towards the dead city in the air.

But before he could get close, a mysterious light flew out of the city and forced him to stop.

With the light dissipated, it was a rusty eprusty.

The escalator is more than two meters long, with a blue and black body. The tip of the halberd is covered with black blood, emitting a strong evil spirit.

Tong Du knocked the halberd away with a spear, and the latter flew backwards and fell into a big hand.

The master of the big hand, wearing worn armor, stood in the void, revealing the face of a middle-aged man under his helmet.

"Those who block my emperor will die!"

The phlegm in his hand pointed to the ground with a cold expression and no fluctuations in his mood.

Tong Du stood on the ground, looked up, and sneered: "Who can't speak loudly!"

After the words came, he lit his feet gently and killed him like an arrow from a string.

In the sky, the ghost general of the Dead City looked plain and waved his halberd in his hand to meet him.

The two sides immediately started a war in the air!

The Dead City is still flying and will soon arrive at the edge of the battlefield.

At this moment, a giant door appeared in the sky!

The Giant Gate is several times higher than the Dead City.

Standing in the void, the ancient patterns exudes the traces of time, and the dark blue light seems to last forever.

The appearance of Jumen immediately blocked the dead city that was rushing around.

"gate of hell!"

A majestic voice sounded in the dead city.

The next moment, a terrifying aura rose from the Central Palace, and a figure appeared, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived before the Dead City.

The person who came was wearing a decaying royal robe and a crown on his head. Under his dry body was a power that was enough to destroy everything.

The emperor from the Dead City looked at the gate of hell in surprise.

But soon, he realized something was wrong with Jumen.

"This is not a real gate of hell, but a imitation."

The emperor of the Dead City had a flash of eyes. Even if it was a fake, it could block his imperial city. Its quality must be not low, and at least it was a third-grade magic weapon!

"If this thing can be obtained by me, why worry about not making a comeback!"

The hearts of the Dead City Emperor were turbulent. The Gate of Ghost could allow him to travel between the Yin and Yang realms, which was enough to support him to rebuild his homeland.

"but……"

His eyes were lowered and he looked down at the ground where there was a purple robe figure standing.

"The nameless monarch, this road is not open!"

Zi Ling walked towards the air, and with each word he said, the closer he got to the gate of hell.

When he finished speaking the last word, he was already standing at the gate of hell.

He was condescending with a smile on his face, "Notch monarch, you can wait until our emperor is successful before handing over the letter of the country to meet him."

The Emperor of the Dead City was incomplete with several stages of crown, with a cold expression and was unmoved in the face of Zi Ling's provocation.

"The method of provoking has always been a means of the weak."

He said calmly: "You are no match for me now, but if you can stand in front of me, I can give you a chance to survive."

"Submit me!"

Zi Ling looked disappointed and shook her head gently, "It seems that we have broken up in the conversation."

“Because there is no need to talk at all.”

"That's overbearing."

"If you have the strength, you can do it too."

"Then... fight!"

Seeing that the other party refused to retreat, Zi Ling also put away her smile.

His aura burst out, and with the help of the power of the divine realm, he built his cultivation to the level of the Ghost King.

"Useless struggle."

Seeing this, the Emperor of the Dead City voice was calm, but anyone could hear the contempt.

Zi Ling didn't say nonsense, bullied herself and started a battle with the other party.

As soon as he fought, Zi Ling's heart suddenly sank.

The other party is worthy of being a emperor, and his every move is filled with terrifying power, which makes him very difficult to resist.

While the two fought, the Dead City Gate of Hell under their own battle was also confronting.

However, the confrontation between the two treasures seems to be much evenly matched, and no one has the upper hand.

"I said that your strength is too poor and you are not my opponent."

The Dead City Emperor was surrounded by countless black auras, blocking Zi Ling's attacks again and again for him.

He made a random move, and the blue flame burned, and after being dodged by the other party, he landed on the hill below.

The hill was ignited by flames and instantly turned into a pile of ashes, leaving a large pit on the spot.

Zi Ling heard this and didn't say anything.

At this moment, his clothes were charred on many sides, and the strong pressure made him have no time to distract him.

"If I continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long."

Zi Ling estimated the strength of the two, and her heart sank.

He looked at the battlefield below, and the battle had entered a white-hot stage at this moment.

The gods of the underworld in various counties that were supported continued to join the battlefield, and there were also constant waves of evil spirits used from all directions on the opposite side.

The number is almost endless.

If the battlefield was not in the divine realm, the recovery of the divine power of the gods of the Yin Si was faster and there would be other help, otherwise the front line would have collapsed long ago.

In the high-end battlefield, the strong men in the Ba Mansion were all dragged down, and the Netherworld Army even restrained the four king-level strong men and could not free up support at all.

Thinking of this, Zi Ling had already extinguished the call for support.

"I can only fight to the death!"

With a thought, his aura increased again, and the divine power around him began to burn.

Divine power burns!

It can provide strong strength in a short period of time, but it will also have a huge negative impact on its own potential and soul.

To be serious, it is not impossible to burn yourself clean.

"Zi Ling Stop!"

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in Zi Ling's mind.

His Majesty?

He heard that this was Li Yu's voice, and he stopped immediately to burn his divine power without hesitation.

"kill!"

Before Zi Ling could ask Li Yu about the reason, he suddenly heard a shout of killing from the edge of the battlefield.

It was also accompanied by an extremely terrifying aura.

"This level of breath fluctuates..."

The emperor of the Dead City also sensed something, stopped attacking, retreated to the wall of the Dead City, and looked at the edge of the battlefield.

There, a group of people tore out a passage from the ghost tide and joined the battlefield without saying a word.

However, their target was not the Domineering Mansion, but the evil ghost on the opposite side.

At the same time, an old man wearing an animal robe and holding a wooden stick walked out of the torn passage.

He gently tapped the scepter on his hand, and countless ghosts flew out and rushed towards the surrounding ghosts.

Every ghost has the strength of a ghost general. If you catch a ghost, you will bite it hard.

Every time they eat a ghost, their breath will increase a little and restore their own state.

Under such circumstances, almost none of these ghosts died in battle, but instead became stronger and stronger as they fought.

"What the hell is going on?"
To be continued...