Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

In a flash, he had a giant ghost sword in his hand. The ghost sword was engraved with strange and complex runes, flickering with faint light, as if whispering the ancient secrets of the underworld.

The ghost energy in Du Ziren's body surged wildly, transforming into rolling black flames, like a surging black wave, continuously pouring into the ghost sword.

In an instant, the blade was completely enveloped by black flames, burning fiercely. The flames seemed to have life, jumping and tumbling wantonly.

Wherever it passed, the air sizzled and a pungent burnt smell filled the air. The horrific heat wave distorted the surrounding space, making people terrified.

"Humph, suffer death!"

Du Ziren roared, veins popped out on his arms, and his muscles were tense as if they were made of steel. The ghost knife in his hand was filled with endless power and he swung it down fiercely.

A huge black flame blade that seemed to be able to split the sky and the earth whistled and tore through the air, rushing towards Ye Chen with the momentum of destroying the world.

Wherever the blade passed, the iron-hard ground of the underworld shook violently, and cracked into bottomless gullies. Ghostly green fire gushed out from the cracks, just like the underworld wailing in pain.

Seeing this, Ye Chen looked calm and his posture was as straight as a pine tree. He slowly raised his right hand, and a light flashed in his palm, and a dragon sword emitting colorful light appeared out of thin air.

The sword body was crystal clear, like a crystal carving, and there seemed to be a dragon swimming inside. The blade was shining with cold light, and it was sharp enough to cut through the void.

The immortal energy in Ye Chen's body surged like a river bursting its banks. The rolling immortal energy flowed along his arms and into the Shenlong Sword. The sword shone brightly like a shining star.

At the same time, the power of heavenly punishment carries the might of annihilation, and the devouring power is like an endless black hole, attached to it, making the power of the Dragon Sword even more mysterious and terrifying.

"Humph, what a small trick!"

Ye Chen snorted lightly, and swung the Divine Dragon Sword in his hand down. A dazzling colorful sword light that was a hundred feet long flew out of the sword.

Like a rainbow piercing the sun, with brilliant light and majestic immortal power, it went straight towards the black flaming blade.

The two attacks collided instantly, just like the collision of two stars. In an instant, a deafening sound resounded throughout the underworld, shaking the bricks and stones of the underworld palace to fall.

The surrounding space was like fragile glass, breaking into pieces in an instant, with dark cracks spreading out.

It was like the mouth of a ferocious giant beast, devouring everything around it.

The scene was like the end of the world, with ghosts howling and screaming, and flying stones and ghost fire fragments making the scene even more chaotic and terrifying.

Everyone thought that the two were equally strong, but in the blink of an eye, something unexpected happened.

Du Ziren's seemingly indestructible black flame blade only held out for a moment under the impact of the colorful sword light, and then it broke like a dam that could not bear the weight.

"Click"

With a clear and crisp sound, the blade light exploded instantly, turning into black flames all over the sky, scattering like fireworks.

This scene is so jaw-dropping and unbelievable.

Being at the same level of Emperor Realm cultivation, Ye Chen's seemingly understated attack actually easily broke Du Ziren's strongest killing move.

Even the supreme ruler of the underworld, such as the King of Fengdu, would not be sure that he could do it so easily and efficiently.

Du Ziren was so shocked that he stood there with his eyes wide open and a look of disbelief on his face. But at this critical moment of life and death, his years of fighting instinct brought him back to his senses instantly.

Seeing that the colorful sword light was still moving forward with endless power, it was flying towards him at a high speed like a deadly arrow.

He gritted his teeth, and the ghostly energy in his body surged wildly again. He tapped his feet lightly, and his figure became like a ghost, and his speed soared to the extreme.

At the critical moment, he narrowly dodged the fatal blow by leaning sideways.

The colorful sword light brushed past the corner of his clothes, bringing up a gust of wind, cutting a mountain behind him into pieces, which instantly turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

In fact, all of this is under Ye Chen's control. His intention in taking action this time is to establish his authority and to subdue these powerful men from the underworld, rather than to kill them all.

In the previous confrontation, if he had used the space confinement technique, he would have locked the space around Du Ziren.

Even if Du Ziren had wings, he would not be able to escape, and the only way out was death.

But he had other plans in his mind. He glanced at Du Ziren, then looked at King Fengdu and others, thinking to himself that the changes in the underworld had just begun.

No one expected that Du Ziren, the Ghost Emperor, would be defeated by Ye Chen so easily.

Du Ziren, that was a person who could make all the ghosts tremble with just a stomp of his feet in the underworld.

In the past, he was very famous and commanded a ghost area. He had countless ghosts and monsters under his command. His own strength was unfathomable. Even when facing strong opponents of the same level, he rarely lost.

But today's confrontation with Ye Chen was like an ant trying to shake a tree, he was completely powerless to fight back. Such a huge gap in strength made everyone present so shocked that their eyes almost popped out.

The Ghost Emperors who were watching from the sidelines were very smart and could tell that Ye Chen did not intend to kill him.

The attack seemed swift and fierce, but when it hit Du Ziren's vitals, it cleverly retracted its strength, just like a peerless swordsman sheathing his sword, with perfect control of the force.

The deep meaning behind this is like a fog, lingering in everyone's mind and causing suspicion.

The demonic energy that had been raging all over Du Ziren's body, as if to devour the heaven and earth, now receded like the tide and became much calmer.

His face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it, and his heart was full of resentment and unwillingness, but reason was like a rein, restraining the impulsive wild horse. He knew clearly that fighting again would only be a repeat of the past mistakes, and the gap in strength was like a chasm that was difficult to cross.

The other Ghost Emperors looked at each other, their eyes like lightning, conveying shock, suspicion and ferocity back and forth.

The shock in his eyes was as if he had witnessed the stars moving in reverse and the world turned upside down.

Suspicion is like a winding underground river, flowing with speculation about Ye Chen's motives.

It was as fierce as a knife in the cold night, revealing the determination to not give in and to seek an opportunity to counterattack.

At this moment of stalemate, Zhou Qi suddenly shouted loudly.

"Arrangement"

The sound was like a loud bell, making the air around it buzz.

In an instant, the other Ghost Emperors seemed to have telepathic connection. Their figures disappeared from the spot like ghosts. The next moment, each of them occupied a side and surrounded Ye Chen.

Zhou Qiqing had fangs on his face, and the ferocious lines on his face were distorted by the force he exerted, and he was thinking secretly in his heart.

"Ye Chen must have a plan for what he did this time. We cannot let him do whatever he wants and we must use this Nine Nether God Killing Formation to dampen his spirit!"

His hands were like butterflies flying through flowers, quickly making hand seals, and the shadows of his fingers transformed into strange runes.

Shen Tu was tall and thin, with fire dancing wildly in his eyes as he thought.

"Hmph, no matter what you, Ye Chen, rely on, once you fall into this formation, you will be unable to escape. The reputation of our Ghost Emperor should not be underestimated."

His movements were smooth and he coordinated with others perfectly.

Zhang Heng was filled with the aura of decay and death, his face was tense and he was muttering to himself.

"I thought today was just an ordinary dispute, but I didn't expect such a difficult person to appear. The formation is complete. We must trap him in this endless darkness and find out his true strengths and weaknesses."

Zhao Wenhe was like a towering black mountain, calm but murderous. While making hand gestures, he was thinking about Ye Chen's holding back, suspecting that there was a bigger conspiracy behind it, and his hand gestures became more and more rapid.

Ji Kang had a stern look, his eyes like a cold pond, staring at Ye Chen, trying to find flaws under his calm appearance, muttering something to himself, driving the power of the formation.

The five ghost emperors coordinated their formations, and a dark aura surged together from all directions like ink, quickly immersing the space in black as ink.

It seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were crying and flying through the space, and the space seemed to be imprisoned by thousands of dark chains, making it impossible to move.

And Ye Chen was like a reef in the eye of a storm, with a calm expression, a straight posture, and calm eyes. He just watched this "performance" with interest, as if he didn't care about the power of this formation at all.

The Emperor of Fengdu stood far away, with his hands behind his back, his black robe rustling, like a king of the dark night.

His face was stern, his facial features seemed to be carved by a knife, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, and the flickering light was full of scrutiny and consideration.

"This Ye Chen suddenly appeared, with extraordinary strength, but his behavior is so strange. He spared Du Ziren's life. Was it a demonstration or some other motive?

The Five Ghost Emperors’ formation is extremely powerful. Even I cannot break through it easily. Let’s see how this farce ends. If it endangers the foundation of the underworld, I will not stand idly by.”

The aura around him was restrained, yet it revealed the pressure of impending storm. He stared quietly at the isolated figure in the formation.

In just a moment, the nine people arranged the formation thoroughly. The formation patterns flickered, just like the Nine Netherworld Purgatory appearing in the world. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were endless, and the eerie chill penetrated into the bone marrow.

Ye Chen was in the middle of it, his clothes fluttering lightly, his expression remained calm, as if this terrifying killing formation was just a paper cage that could be broken with a slight poke.

The Five Ghost Emperors did not stop yet. Their seals kept changing and the ghost energy around them surged. It seemed that they wanted to use all the power of the underworld to suppress Ye Chen.

As the formation was completed, the Five Ghost Emperors stood at the nine centers of the formation, their black robes fluttering like ghosts in the dark night.

Their faces were stern as if carved from black ice, their eyes were as deep as endless black holes, and they changed the seals in their hands at the same time. Their movements were uniform and revealed a chilling chill and determination.

In an instant, the boundless space within the formation seemed to be poured with ink, and the gloomy black aura was like a raging wave, surging and condensing wantonly.

At first, the breath twisted and swirled as if it had life, and in a moment, it transformed into ferocious demons.

Look at the demon in the lead, its body is at least three meters long, its muscles are like jagged rocks, its veins bulge out like winding dragons and snakes, it is covered with a layer of blue-black oily skin, glowing with a faint light, as if it had just crawled out of a stinking swamp.

The head is like a cow, but it has three curved sharp horns. The horns are flashing with cold light and flowing with wisps of black mucus. When they drip, the ground sizzles and green smoke rises, just like strong acid corrosion.

A pair of big copper bell eyes, with pupils forming a straight line, a bloodthirsty light blooming in the dark green, a big mouth stretched from ear to ear, fangs intertwined and sharp as swords, saliva dripping between teeth, sticky and emitting a pungent fishy smell.

The ghost-head knife in its hand was even more terrifying. The blade was wide, as thick as two people could hold together, and there was a cold glow on the blade.

Ghostly aura lingered, forming a series of terrifying ghost faces that seemed to be crying and roaring, and the dark aura flowed down the blade.

It was like countless streams of venom selectively devouring its prey. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to tremble with a hissing sound as if being corroded.

Looking at the one next to it, its body is like a humanoid spider, but it has six arms. The arms are thin and covered with barbs, and each barb flashes a strange blue light.

With a light wave, he tore through the void, creating a series of dark space cracks, from which faint screams could be heard.