Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Every slight fluctuation of power can shatter the asteroid, causing the surrounding space to collapse and reorganize over and over again.

Ye Chen chuckled, without any panic, and slightly dodged to the side. Immortal power gushed out from the Yongquan point at the bottom of his feet, building a golden light curtain around him, as indestructible as an ancient divine shield.

He lightly tapped his fingertips, and his magic was activated, condensing thousands of sword energies out of thin air, like a dazzling star rain shooting down towards the Emperor of Fengdu.

The whistling sound of the sword pierced through the underworld. Wherever it passed, the darkness was torn apart, revealing strands of clear space, and the sharp edge pointed directly at the vital points of Emperor Fengdu.

The two figures crossed in the air of the underworld, as fast as lightning, and every collision triggered a dark storm.

The land of the underworld was plowed into bottomless gullies, with magma and springs gushing out. The surrounding ghost towns and the River Styx were shaken and shattered by the aftermath, as if the end of the world had come.

The creatures in the underworld all fell to the ground in fear, trembling in fear, wondering who would be able to stand firm in the end of this shocking showdown and dominate this battle of life and death.

The underworld, this dimension full of gloom and mysterious power, has always been firmly guarded by Fengdu Emperor and the Five Ghost Emperors.

It controls countless wronged souls and strange evil spirits, and is a forbidden place that the entire galaxy fears.

And Ye Chen, a man who rose from the earth, relied on his amazing adventures and unremitting hard work to become a saint with extraordinary strength.

A legendary figure with a grand blueprint, determined to reshape the order of immortal cultivation, this time steps into the underworld.

Just to bring this mysterious land under his control and start the new era of cultivating immortals that he had envisioned.

The stars were dim, and the sky of the underworld was like a huge piece of inky silk, weighing heavily on everyone's heads.

Only the flickering ghost light outlines a dead and magical outline.

Ye Chen was dressed in a rustling black robe, and the gray power of death and golden body surrounded him, just like a god of war stepped out of an ancient myth.

His face was stern and his eyes were as bright as lightning, locked on the equally majestic Emperor Fengdu opposite him.

The Emperor of Fengdu has a tall and strong figure, clad in black armor with flickering runes on the armor, faintly emitting mysterious spells of the ancient underworld, as if telling of his glorious military exploits in the past.

Seeing that Ye Chen showed no fear at all, and even exuded a faint aura of dominating this place.

His face darkened and he flipped his right hand suddenly. In an instant, the void trembled and a pitch-black spear tore out from the endless dark abyss and stood between the two.

There was a giant black dragon carved around the spear. The dragon looked like a living creature, with scales flashing with cold light and dragon whiskers fluttering. It seemed that waves of cold and chilly air were blowing towards you.

Each scale is engraved with the years and curses, and appears even more hideous and terrifying in the gloomy atmosphere of the underworld.

"Humph, you dare to get involved in the underworld? Today I will let you know how terrible this place is!"

The King of Fengdu roared loudly, his voice was like a huge bell, and the rolling sound waves caused ripples in the surrounding space, just like the surface of a lake being hit by a huge rock.

After saying this, he clenched the spear with both hands, and the Yin Energy in his body was like a raging torrent, rushing and roaring into the spear.

At the tip of the gun, dark and negative energy gathered madly and condensed into a deep and bottomless vortex, which seemed to be about to swallow up all life and hope in the world.

Then, he thrust out with all his might, the spear surging out of the sea like a dragon, and the giant black dragon instantly broke free from the spear's restraints.

With the momentum of destroying the world, he pounced towards Ye Chen with fangs and claws.

Wherever the giant dragon passed, the space was torn apart. The dark cracks were like ferocious mouths, devouring everything around them. The ghost fire was sucked into it, extinguished in an instant, and turned into wisps of green smoke.

Seeing this, Ye Chen frowned slightly, but he was not afraid. The light in his eyes became brighter, which was the firm confidence in his own strength.

He rose from the ground, his figure as agile as a dragon. He spun in the air and threw the Dragon Sword in his hand high into the sky.

The Divine Dragon Sword suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the dragon-shaped carving on the hilt seemed to come alive, echoing the attacking dragon from afar, and emitting bursts of dragon roars, as if declaring its indomitable spirit against the forces of darkness.

Ye Chen landed steadily and stomped his feet on the ground. The ground cracked and rays of dim light spread along the cracks.

He clenched his fists, all the muscles in his body were tense, and every inch of his skin was gray.

The power of the golden body and the power of death were like materialized armor, wrapping around layer by layer. The gloomy aura was like the presence of the god of death himself, causing the temperature around to drop sharply.

The air was filled with a biting chill. Even the old ghosts who had been wandering in the underworld for thousands of years couldn't help but shiver and stay away from this terrifying pressure.

"Come and fight!"

Ye Chen shouted loudly, his voice shook the sky, and the sound waves turned into materialized gray ripples, rushing towards the dragon.

Immediately, he swung out with his right fist, and the moment it was swung out, the fist grew in the wind and turned into a huge gray fist.

On the fist, runes flickered, like the tracks of ancient stars, engraved with the ultimate truth of heaven and earth and mysterious power.

The fist was packed with tremendous force, cutting through the void, and with an unstoppable momentum, it slammed fiercely into the giant dragon.

In an instant, a deafening sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the underworld, like the chaotic roar at the beginning of the universe, shaking the stars and causing space to collapse.

With the impact point as the center, the surrounding space was like broken glass, breaking into pieces and turning into countless tiny fragments, and being drawn into a violent energy vortex.

Where the fist collided with the dragon's head, sparks flew, like the collision of stars, dazzling.

The dragon's extremely hard head actually cracked in the middle under Ye Chen's punch.

The cracks were like spider webs, quickly spreading all over the body, with black negative energy emitting from every crack, which was its way of venting its pain.

The giant dragon howled in pain towards the sky. Wherever the sound waves reached, the land of the underworld trembled, mountains collapsed, and rivers flowed backwards.

The Emperor of Fengdu and the Five Ghost Emperors opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

They have guarded the underworld for countless years and experienced countless wars, but they have never seen anyone who can break the attack of the giant dragon that embodies the strongest yin energy in the underworld with physical strength alone.

This has already exceeded the limits of their understanding of power and overturned the established rules of the strong in their hearts.

However, what made them even more terrified was yet to come.

The mysterious gray aura around Ye Chen sensed the dragon's weakness and quickly surged up, like a hungry glutton, wrapping around the dragon with bared fangs and claws.

The gray aura touched the dragon's body and instantly clung to it like a leech, madly devouring the powerful energy and vitality in the dragon's body.

The dragon's body trembled violently. Its originally powerful Yin energy was being drained away at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its scales lost their luster and became dull.

The dragon's whiskers drooped limply, and its huge body quickly became listless, like a giant beast that had been drained of its essence, no longer having its previous majesty.

Then, Ye Chen's gray fist, with the remaining strength, smashed the already weakened dragon into pieces with a loud punch.

The giant dragon instantly turned into a dark aura and dissipated under the gloomy sky of the underworld, leaving only deathly silence and astonishment.

When the Emperor of Fengdu saw this, he felt a chill in his heart, but he had no intention of retreating.

He stomped his feet hard, rushed forward like a ghost, and his hands quickly changed seals in front of him.

Every time a seal was formed, the surrounding soul power would boil and surge, like boiling hot soup, bubbling.

The power of the soul gathered around him, forming mysterious runes that flashed with faint blue light, as if telling the ancient and mysterious spell of the underworld.

As the hand seals became more and more complicated, Ye Chen suddenly felt the surrounding soul power like surging waves, rushing towards him one after another.

The soul feels like it is in the center of a storm, with a splitting headache and waves of dizziness, as if the soul is being torn out of the body.

"Soul Spell!"

The Emperor of Fengdu suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, and in an instant, a huge and ruthless hand appeared out of thin air above Ye Chen.