Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Its abdomen was swollen, and under the transparent skin, dark green liquid was surging, just like a pot of boiling evil poisonous soup, which bulged from time to time as if about to burst out of the body.

The head is small, but it is inlaid with eight compound eyes, each of which is covered with densely packed strange runes.

As it rotates, the runes flash, which can confuse people's minds and make them fall into an endless illusion of fear in an instant.

It held a ghost-head knife tightly in both hands. The handle of the knife was a piece of eerie white bone. The blade was serrated, and each tooth was vibrating.

It spewed out black flames, and wherever the breath reached, the surrounding light was swallowed up, leaving only dead silence and darkness.

There is also one that is shaped like a giant python, but has wings. Its scales are inverted, and each one is as sharp as a steel knife. Between the inky black scales, there are traces of blood, as if outlining a mysterious and evil curse.

Its head is flat, its mouth is wide open, and its forked tongue emits a billowing poisonous mist as it moves in and out. In the mist, one can faintly hear the struggles and dissipation of wronged souls.

At its side, the ghost-head knife was suspended. The handle was a hideous skull, and ghost fire was jumping in the empty eye sockets.

The blade was like flowing magma, alternating between black and red, with magma dripping continuously. The moment it hit the ground, it turned into small black whirlpools, madly absorbing everything around it, as if trying to draw the entire world into an endless abyss.

This group of demons were either roaring or screaming, and the aura emanating from their bodies was like a materialized storm, sweeping across the formation space.

Wherever it passed, space vibrated and laws were distorted. Every fluctuation of its breath seemed to carry the power of annihilation, which made people tremble with fear and their souls seemed to be crushed by this endless gloom.

And they, under the control of the Ghost Emperor, were rushing towards Ye Chen rapidly, as if to drag him into the abyss of Ghost Prison from which there would be no escape.

These demons came with great force, holding a variety of weapons, some with ghost-head knives that flashed with cold light, and the blades seemed to be able to tear through the void.

Or eerie iron chains, the links of which twist as if alive, accompanied by a whistling sound in the wind.

Or the deadly trident, with its sharp blade shining coldly and chilling to the bone, they were as fast as ghosts and approached Ye Chen in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the space around Ye Chen seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, unable to move at all, the air seemed to be frozen, and a cold and oppressive feeling came over him.

Everyone was filled with suspicion as they saw Ye Chen standing there in this dangerous situation like a wooden sculpture or clay statue.

According to common sense, in the face of such a deadly crisis, one should have withdrawn and avoided it or fought back with all his might. This abnormal behavior is really puzzling.

Just as everyone was confused, the demon's attack was imminent, but Ye Chen was not afraid at all. He suddenly released a powerful aura, like a flood bursting through a dam, surging violently.

The confined space was filled with a crackling sound, as if glass was shattering, with cracks spreading and disintegrating in an instant.

The restrictions jointly set up by the nine Ghost Emperors were broken so easily that everyone was stunned and their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Ye Chen swung the Divine Dragon Sword in his hand, and the sword made a deafening dragon roar, just like a sleeping dragon waking up.

In an instant, colorful sword beams burst out, like brilliant neon lights piercing the sky, fiercely slashing towards the demons.

The moment the sword light touched the demons, those ferocious demons were like paper, without any ability to resist. They were instantly chopped off and turned into black mist that drifted away.

But everyone knew that Ye Chen was able to defeat Du Ziren with just one sword and his strength was unfathomable. These minions and monsters could hardly hurt him at all.

However, everyone also knew that the most terrifying thing about the Nine Nether Killing God Formation was its endless offensive.

Sure enough, the black fog immediately surged and gathered, and re-condensed. Demons and monsters in various forms reappeared, some with three heads and six arms, their arms muscles bulging, and clenched sharp blades.

Or the body is like a snake, crawling around in a winding manner, with poisonous saliva dripping from its mouth.

Some have wings on their backs with wing tips like knives, and they swoop down, holding all kinds of weapons, and rush towards Ye Chen like a tide.

Ye Chen's eyebrows were raised, and he danced the Divine Dragon Sword in his hand tightly and tightly. The sword light was like rain, but every strike consumed the spiritual energy in his body.

In this kind of fierce battle, even if he was extremely powerful, he gradually felt exhausted, and his spiritual energy was like a flickering candlelight, gradually dimming. If he did not find a way to break the formation, he would be in danger.

The nine Ghost Emperors had sinister eyes, the seals in their hands changed unpredictably, and their ten fingers were like butterflies flying through flowers.

The corners of his mouth curled up fiercely, as if he had already seen Ye Chen die in the formation, and was certain that he could not escape even if he had wings.

Ye Chen remained calm and opened the Eye of Heaven between his eyebrows while resisting the attack.

In an instant, colorful light was dazzling, like the dawn, shining on the light curtain of the formation. The lines and veins seemed to be illuminated. He concentrated on comprehending the secrets of the formation.

Seeing this, the Emperor of Fengdu and the Five Ghost Emperors were so shocked that their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. The Emperor of Fengdu was shocked and his black robe trembled.

The dignified mask on his face seemed to be about to fall off. He stared in astonishment, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he secretly thought that something was wrong.

I thought this formation was foolproof, but who would have thought that Ye Chen actually had this magical treasure, the Sky Eye.

How could such a thing that can see through the rules of heaven and earth and analyze the mysteries of formations appear in his hands? Once the flaw is found, all the careful planning will be in vain.

The five Ghost Emperors looked at each other in panic. The Eastern Ghost Emperor's green face and fangs were already terrifying, and at this moment his fangs were trembling with fear.

A "hissing" sound made me suck in cold air, as if I was splashed with cold water in the dead of winter.

Du Ziren's red hair stood on end, and the flaming red hair dimmed in an instant. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and he was like an ant on hot pan.

Ji Kang's golden pupils suddenly shrank, the seals in his hands were almost messed up, and his body swayed as if struck by lightning.

The icy energy around Yang Yun was in disorder, frost flowers condensed and melted away, and his face was full of regret.

Yu Lei’s face was as pale as paper, his Adam’s apple rolled, and he muttered to himself, “What should I do?” His usual calm demeanor was gone.

Zhou Qi saw this and shouted loudly.

"Don't delay, use your ultimate move!"

Everyone seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and they hurriedly gathered their energy and spirit. Their breath was surging, their clothes were fluttering, and their seals were changing rapidly.

The wind and clouds in the formation suddenly changed, the demons roared and gathered in one place, the black fog surged and blended wildly, and in the blink of an eye, a giant ghost stood up, towering like a mountain, and the ghost energy around it was like a raging black storm.

Its head is like a huge rock, with uneven pits and full of hideous lines. Its fangs are thick, long and sharp, sticking out from the corners of its mouth, just like two stone pillars breaking through the ground.

His eyes were like a deep blood abyss, flashing red light and revealing endless cruelty.

His body was like an iron fortress, with bulging muscles as hard as black iron, covered with dark green ghost patterns, and exuding an aura of decay and death.

His limbs were as thick as ancient trees, and when his feet stepped on the ground, it caused it to crack.

The giant iron hammer in his hand had a head as big as a house, and the hammer body was engraved with strange runes, flickering with faint light, like a gate to hell, and the howling of evil spirits could be heard faintly.

Under the control of the nine Ghost Emperors, it raised its head and roared, with waves of sound rolling, as if thunder had exploded in the sky. It swung up a sledgehammer and smashed it at Ye Chen with a tremendous force.

At this moment, the eerie and strange atmosphere seemed like a materialized black veil, heavily covering every inch of space.

The inky black sky seemed like a huge light-absorbing slab of stone. Not a single star could be seen twinkling. Only the thick, inky darkness was surging and twisting, as if hiding endless evil.

The howling wind swept past, and the sound of the wind was like the mournful roars of thousands of wronged souls. When it blew on people, the chill went straight to the bone, as if it was going to tear the soul out of the body.

The ground was dry and cracked, with bottomless gullies like hideous wounds on the earth.

A dark green miasma curled up from it and spread everywhere. Wherever it passed, the rocks were corroded into holes and emitted a "sizzling" sound.

The surrounding mountains are towering, but lifeless. The mountains are a strange purple-black color, with jagged rocks. The sharp peaks are like the fangs of giant beasts, emitting a cold light in the darkness.

Ye Chen stood in front of the formation, his eyes fixed on the giant hammer in the ghost's hand, pondering secretly in his heart.

"This attack looks like the strongest killing move of the evil formation. The power is sinister and violent. We must not take it lightly."

The ghost swung the giant hammer with overwhelming force, and his body was surrounded by purple-black aura that seemed to come from the abyss of purgatory.

The ancient spells engraved on the hammer were glowing with a faint light, and every line seemed to be roaring and releasing endless evil power. It swung down violently, and the air was compressed rapidly, making a crackling sound.