Gao Wu Wuhun: I am the son of Emperor Wu, I only want to die

Xiaobai and Pei Xuanhu both used their full strength. Their attacks caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly, with a tendency to break apart.

"Ouch……"

Xiaobai was stronger than Pei Xuanhu, and tore open Pei Xuanhu's arm with one claw, causing the flesh to turn inside out and blood to flow everywhere.

However, Xiaobai did not gain an advantage, because Su Nantian, who was standing by, took the opportunity to attack him, and slapped Xiaobai's right abdomen with one palm. Xiaobai was knocked away and coughed up a mouthful of blood on the ground.

""Damn it!"

Things were beyond Gu Yun's expectations. With two peak martial kings working together, Xiaobai was hard to defeat.

The others were also suppressed and obviously not at an advantage.

The situation was imminent, and Gu Yun did not care about hiding his strength, and directly summoned his martial soul - the Lord of the Netherworld. The master of the Netherworld, the ruler of hell - the Lord of the Netherworld.

The shadow covered the sky and the sun, like an emperor descending!

He wore a Yin Crown on his head, held the Eighteen-layer Hell Pagoda in his left hand, held the Netherworld Holy Sword in his right hand, and wore a black dragon emperor robe.

As soon as he appeared, everyone felt weak all over, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably. Those with lower realms knelt down on the spot.

This is a crushing of the life level!

As strong as Pei Xuanhu, who was at the peak of the Ninth Realm Martial King, he was sweating profusely at this moment. His body like an iron tower was trembling slightly, and his knees couldn't help wanting to kneel down.

"How is this possible? What kind of creature is this? How can it have such a strong aura once it is released? No!……"

Everyone looked terrified, looking at the Lord of the Netherworld behind Gu Yun in fear.

"Come on, I'll show you what real absolute strength is! Can that damn evil god you mentioned be stronger than me?"

Gu Yun sneered.

In front of a god-level martial spirit, everything is scum.

Evil god? It's just a stronger ant, blown up to the sky and coated with a layer of god skin.

Gu Yun waved his hand, and countless ghost soldiers and ghosts appeared in the entire mourning hall.

These ghost soldiers and ghosts had hideous faces and were extremely scary. Their auras were extremely powerful, and their whole bodies revealed a sinister evil.

"This... this is impossible! Even if it is an SSS-level martial spirit, it is impossible to summon so many at once.……"

Everyone's perception was refreshed. They thought that 100 ghosts was the limit, but now they know that it was just the starting point.

"Haha, it's just bluffing. No matter how many ghosts there are, their realms are so low. Even if there are 100 million of them, I'm not afraid!"

Pei Xuanhu has experienced all kinds of storms and soon stabilized his mind.

He saw that although there were many ghosts, their realms were not very high.

The strongest ones were just a few eighth-level martial masters. He could deal with such stuff in two or three moves.

"Indeed, these ghosts are weak! But the real show has just begun!"

Gu Yun nodded and echoed his words.

Then he smiled slightly, merged with the Lord of the Netherworld behind him, and his momentum suddenly changed.

"It's been so long since I got the martial spirit, but this is the first time I've used all my strength! Come on, I hope you can let me kill to my heart's content!"

After fusing with the Lord of the Netherworld, Gu Yun's aura rose madly, from the early stage of the eighth realm martial master to the early stage of the ninth realm martial king.

He had raised a whole realm.

"Haha, you almost scared me. I thought you were so strong, but you are only at the early stage of the ninth realm of martial king! This strength can only make me have a few more moves at most!"

To be honest, Pei Xuanhu was really scared at first.

Gu Yun's aura surged too fast, becoming stronger and stronger, and even he felt a little scared.

But when he saw that Gu Yun's aura stopped at the early stage of martial king, Pei Xuanhu breathed a sigh of relief. He had killed at least hundreds of people at the early stage of martial king. No matter how talented Gu Yun was, it was impossible for him to cross three realms and kill him.

"Oh, really?"

Gu Yun showed an intriguing smile on his face, and then waved his hand again.

"Roar!"

""Roar~"

All the undead in the hall turned into countless black lights and merged into Gu Yun's body.

This is the innate ability of the Lord of the Netherworld, Nether Fusion.

As long as they are his own undead, no matter the number or realm, as long as the body can withstand it, they can all be merged.

After the fusion, the strength of the undead will be obtained, but the undead will dissipate. It is an accumulation skill.

The more accumulated, the stronger the explosion.

Gu Yun's aura continued to rise, and soon broke through, the middle stage, the late stage... until the end, slowly stopped at the peak of the Martial King

"Now, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

Gu Yun had a faint smile on his face, and he just stared at Pei Xuanhu calmly.

Pei Xuanhu's calm expression froze instantly.

He never dreamed that the real big tiger was Gu Yun. He always thought that those bodyguards and pets were Gu Yun's support, until now Pei Xuanhu realized that he was wrong, everything was wrong.

The real strong one was actually Gu Yun!

"Haha, you definitely can't adapt to such a sudden increase in strength, and there is a time limit, you may not win!"

Pei Xuanhu has a strong psychological quality and quickly found an excuse to comfort himself.

"Indeed, if someone else had such a huge increase in strength at once, they would definitely not be able to adapt! But I don’t have this concern!"

Gu Yun's realm increased every now and then, and he was already familiar with this situation.

"Haha, you are just talking nonsense……"

Pei Xuanhu said with disdain.

Gu Yun seemed to have sensed something and suddenly laughed out loud,"General Pei, you don't think you can win by chatting with me and stalling for time, do you?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, to tell you the truth, with my current strength plus my martial soul, I dare to fight against someone in the early stage of the Tenth Realm Martial Emperor. With your level, I can kill you with just one sword!"

The reason why Pei Qinhu kept talking nonsense was actually to delay time.

Gu Yun saw it, but he was not in a hurry to take action, because he had absolute strength and was in control of the overall situation.

Pei Xuanhu was not angry at all when his little tricks were seen through. Instead, he provoked:"Since you are so confident, do you have the courage to take action when the martial souls are fused for a few seconds at the end?"

"Idiot, I was just teasing you just now, now I'm sending you to hell!"

The time for reminiscing is enough, Gu Yun shook his head and drew his sword directly, the Netherworld Holy Sword exuding a cold light.

One look at it makes people feel like they are falling into an ice cave, and their hair stands on end. Before

Gu Yun made a move, Pei Xuanhu felt a sense of danger of death.

This is the sixth sense of crisis that he has developed after leading troops for many years.

"No! I don't believe that a young boy like you can kill me! Martial Soul Fusion - Indestructible Punches!"

Pei Xuanhu struggled to death and burst out with his full strength.

Gu Yun waved the Netherworld Holy Sword casually, and a black light streaked across the sky and headed straight for Pei Xuanhu's head.

""Crack, crack~"

Pei Xuanhu's strongest attack, the indestructible Ten Thousand Punches, was torn into countless pieces the moment it touched the black light.