Nine Nether Underworld, Pingxin Hall ago.
Slaughter, has reached a white-hot stage.
The remaining Underworld Bureau ghosts and gods, under the leadership of Ten Halls of Yama, formed Formation to resist desperately.
But, to no avail.
In front of Asura Race's army of hundreds of millions who are not afraid of death and feed on Slaughter, their resistance is like a mantis trying to use its arms as a chariot.
"Hahaha! King Qin Guang, you old ghost, you still won't surrender!"
Asura Shiva, one of Four Great Demon Kings, held Trident, and knocked King Qin Guang's Judge's Brush away with one blow, then kicked him to the ground with a wild laugh.
"What's the future for following that trash Houtu? Why not submit to my master Minghe, in the future the entire Netherworld will be our All Under Heaven!"
King Qin Guang coughed up a mouthful of ghost blood, his eyes filled with unyielding anger. "Wishful thinking! Empress Pingxin is compassionate, and his merits are so great Three Realms, how can I allow you and other evildoers to be humiliated!"
"Compassion? Hahaha! Can compassion be eaten as food?"
Shiva laughed loudly and stepped on King Qin Guang's chest with force, causing his bones to shatter.
"In this new era, power is everything! When the leader breaks the Reincarnation disk and refines Houtu, you stubborn old people will all be thrown into the Blood Sea and become the food of our tribe!"
Despair spreads in the hearts of all ghosts and gods.
They could feel that the empress's aura in the Pingxin Hall was extremely weak.
The rotation of Six Paths Reincarnation Disk almost came to a standstill, and the light on it was dimmed by the filthy aura of the Blood Sea.
Nine Nether... It's over.
Ancestor Minghe stood in the middle of the Great Hall with his hands behind his hands, admiring the feast of Slaughter, with a satisfied and cruel smile on his face.
He could already feel that Houtu's fire of life was about to be extinguished.
As long as he adds more force, he can completely defile Reincarnation Core and completely eliminate Houtu, the biggest stumbling block!
"Houtu, it's over."
A fierce light flashed in Minghe's eyes, and the two swords Yuantu and Abi rose into the sky, turning into two ferocious Blood-Hued evil dragons, carrying Slaughter that destroyed all life. Sword Intent, stabbed hard at the Houtu body that was sitting still!
He used all his strength in this blow!
What he wants is not only to kill Houtu, but also to kill her Divine Soul and Dao Fruit completely without leaving any trace of A Trace!
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Everything seems to be a foregone conclusion.
However, at the moment when those two peerless fierce swords were about to pierce Houtu's eyebrows.
Changes, sudden changes!
Houtu, who had her eyes closed tightly and her breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, suddenly moved her eyelids.
Then, she slowly opened her eyes.
Boom!!!
The indescribable terrifying power is like billions of silent volcanoes, erupting at this moment!
That is not the pressure of Quasi-Saint!
That has even surpassed the scope of Heavenly Dao Sage in the old era!
That is a... higher level, older, more domineering, and more unreasonable...Supreme divine power!
Golden divine light, mixed with all-devouring dark demonic intent, burst out from the depths of her eyes!
The entire Pingxin Hall, no, the entire Nine Nether Underworld, were trembling and wailing crazily under this divine power!
"What?!"
The smile on Ancestor Minghe's face froze instantly.
The two swords Yuantu and Abi in his hand, the two Innate Slaughter Supreme Treasure, the moment they came into contact with Houtu's eyes, they let out a child-like scream, and the sword body trembled violently, as if it had encountered a natural nemesis, trying to break free from his hand, turn around and run away!
How is this possible?!
His heart suddenly shrank, and an unprecedented fear originating from the depths of his soul strangled his throat.
Houtu, changed.
Her eyes were no longer compassionate or gentle.
But a kind of... absolute, indifferent... coldness!
It's like looking at an... ant.
"Noisy."
Houtu's cherry lips opened slightly and spit out two words.
The voice is not loud, but it is like an oracle above Nine Heavens, containing the supreme power of Word-Manifested Law.
Then, she made a move.
She raised her right hand and slapped Ancestor Minghe in front of him and the army of hundreds of millions of Asura behind him, just like that, lightly.
This palm is very slow.
Slowly enough that everyone could clearly see her slender and slender fingers as white as jade.
This palm does not have any fancy Magic Power fluctuations.
It just moved forward so unremarkably.
However, in Ancestor Minghe's eyes, this palm covered the entire world!
Space-Time, in front of this palm, it loses its meaning.
Law, in front of this palm, is as fragile as tissue paper.
The Blood Sea Formation he is proud of, the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus under his feet, the two swords Yuantu and Abi in front of him... all defenses and all resistances appear so ridiculous and powerless in front of this palm.
"No!!!"
Minghe Lao screamed desperately, and he wanted to escape, but his body, along with his Divine Soul, were pinned to the spot by an irresistible force, unable to move.
He could only watch helplessly as the seemingly weak and boneless jade hand grew bigger and bigger in his pupils.
He saw it.
In the palm of that Palm, he saw a slowly rotating...Black Hole!
Among those Black Hole, there seemed to be six directions of Universe arising and dying!
That is the charm of...Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Jar! That is the prototype of...Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art!
"God...Divine Venerable..."
The last two words flashed through Ancestor Minghe's mind, and his eyes were filled with endless regret and fear.
He finally understood what kind of terrifying existence he had provoked.
Unfortunately, everything is too late.
Palm, fell.
There were no earth-shattering explosions.
There was no sound of destruction.
Everything happened silently.
In the dull, shocked, and extremely frightened eyes of King Qin Guang, Shiva, and all the surviving ghosts, gods, and Asura Race people.
The arrogant Ancestor Minghe, the mighty Peak Quasi-Saint who is known as Blood Sea is immortal and Minghe is immortal.
His body, together with all his magic weapons, his Dao Fruit, his Divine Soul...
Just touched by that palm, lightly.
Then...
It turned into a puddle of... indescribable, squirming... meat.
No, it's not even minced meat.
It was his existence, his Karma, and all his concepts that were completely crushed, compressed, and flattened by that palm.
In the end, it was swallowed up by the little Black Hole in the palm of my hand.
Not even a trace of A Trace was left.
With one palm, Minghe... turned into mud!
The entire Nine Nether fell into deathly silence.