Beside the Blood Basin Bitter World, at the mouth of the Bridge of Helplessness!
"Boom!"
A loud sound rang out, it was Wang Xiong and the Ghost King at the very front colliding, immediately creating a monstrous airflow, the two of them instantly paused and took a step back, while the other Ghost Kings and Demon Kings that were rushing towards Wang Xiong also suddenly stopped in their tracks.
"Perfected Immortal?
How is that possible? King Biancheng lied to us? "
"Black Pig Ghost King's strength is at the Late-stage of Perfected Immortal, but they were evenly matched in the collision just now?"
"Who is this person?"
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The group of Ghost Kings looked at Wang Xiong solemnly.
Wang Xiong stood at the mouth of the Bridge of Helplessness and looked at the large group of Ghost Soldiers and Demon Soldiers in front of him. Of course, although there were many of them, the real danger was only the 20 Demon Kings and Ghost Kings.
"King Biancheng didn't come himself?
He let you come to me? "Wang Xiong looked coldly at the group of Ghost Kings and Demon Kings.
"King Biancheng doesn't need to come. Everyone, why don't you continue?
Don't you want my Divine Weapon? "Suddenly, a voice came from behind the group of Ghost Kings.
Wang Xiong looked in the direction of the voice and saw a black-robed man standing behind the group of Ghost Kings.
The moment he saw the man's appearance, Wang Xiong's face instantly turned ferocious.
"Xia Siming, you're not dead yet?" Wang Xiong's face showed a cold murderous intent.
Although he had accepted it, Lan Liyan's death was still like a bone in his throat, and the culprit who caused Lan Liyan's death was Xia Siming.
In the past, Wang Xiong thought that Xia Siming was killed by Ye He Lianjiang, so he blamed himself. Now, Xia Siming appeared in front of Wang Xiong again, and the hatred in Wang Xiong's heart instantly erupted.
Wang Xiong's face was filled with hatred, and Netherworld Hierarch Xia Siming's eyes were also red. In Xia Siming's eyes, it was Wang Xiong's obstruction that caused the death of his son, Xia Ruotian.
"It's all thanks to you that I'm still alive. Wang Xiong, I'll collect some interest today. I'll first kill your Soul Avatar, then eat you!" Xia Siming said hatefully.
"You're courting death!" Wang Xiong's eyes turned cold as he pounced forward.
"What are you waiting for?
You don't want my divine weapon anymore?
What are you waiting for? Kill! "Xia Siming roared at the Ghost Kings.
The ghost kings' faces darkened, but for the sake of Xia Siming's divine weapon, they still charged at Wang Xiong.
At this moment, Wang Xiong's hatred was soaring. A group of ghost kings pounced on him, but Wang Xiong was not afraid at all. Back in the Witch and Demon Era, as a Celestial Immortal, he had torn a True Immortal apart. What more now that he was a True Immortal?
Boom!
Wang Xiong immediately collided with the fist and claw of the ghost king at the front. The Sun True Fire erupted, forming a monstrous and blazing flame. Although the ghost king was in pain, it was not afraid of the Sun True Fire like the other ghosts. Suddenly, eight arms appeared and hugged Wang Xiong.
"Huh?
What kind of monster is this? "Wang Xiong's face darkened.
Wang Xiong was also very experienced in combat. He instantly stepped forward and grabbed the ghost king's arms.
"Open!"
Wang Xiong suddenly exerted force.
"Rip!"
The ghost king's arms were instantly torn apart.
"Ah!"
As the ghost king screamed, Wang Xiong's hands turned into claws and stabbed into the ghost king's shoulders.
"This Emperor only has a personal grudge with Xia Siming. If you dare to be presumptuous again, you will be like this ghost!" Wang Xiong shouted fiercely.
"Rip!"
The ghostly king let out a blood-curdling scream and was instantly torn in half by Wang Xiong. Surging immortal energy, yin qi, and fresh blood rushed towards the Great Evil Sun Wheel behind Wang Xiong.
"Rumble!"
This first battle was indeed shocking. The ghost kings and demon kings paused again.
Wang Xiong also showed a fierce expression. The first battle was to intimidate these ghost kings and demon kings. Wang Xiong wanted them to not dare to move. Wang Xiong only needed to deal with Xia Siming.
However, when the ghost king's energy surged into the Great Fiend Sun Wheel and into Wang Xiong's body …
Wang Xiong's expression suddenly changed. "Life Qi?
You are a foreign race? "
Wang Xiong suddenly shivered.
Sure enough, the ghost king that was just torn apart suddenly pieced back together.
"Ah, my Immortal Essence, my Life Qi, impossible, you can take my Life Qi?" The ghost king came back to life and screamed in pain.
"What?" The ghost kings and demon kings around changed their expressions.
They were not surprised that the ghost king on the ground came back to life, but that after dying in Wang Xiong's hands once, his Life Qi actually decreased?
Wang Xiong, on the other hand, suddenly turned to look at Xia Siming.
"Ha, hahahaha, Xia Siming, Xia Siming, you actually mixed with the foreign races?
So, these are all foreign races! "Wang Xiong's expression was ferocious.
"Wah!"
Wang Xiong's figure instantly flickered and turned into a huge Golden Crow.
The Golden Crow let out a piercing cry and instantly pounced toward Xia Siming.
The faces of the ghostly kings and daemon kings darkened. "Leave no one here alive!"
"Roar!"
The ghost kings and demon kings instantly pounced on Wang Xiong.
Not far away, there were ghost soldiers and Yin ghosts waiting to be reincarnated. These ghost soldiers were originally chatting with Wang Xiong and Meng Po for six hours. Who would have thought that they would see such a scene?
A ghost king had exposed his identity as a foreign race. Instantly, a large number of fiendish demons pounced on the ghost soldiers and Yin ghosts.
"No!" The group of Ghost Soldiers and Yin Ghosts revealed looks of horror.
However, in front of the ghost kings, they could not resist at all. A ghost king opened his mouth and sucked all the ghost soldiers and Yin ghosts into his stomach in an instant.
Xia Siming did not care about anything and only looked at Wang Xiong with hatred, looking at the Golden Crow that kept pouncing at him.
As for the Golden Crow that Wang Xiong had transformed into, he also started fighting with the ghost kings and demon kings.
"Rumble!"
The Golden Crow was ferocious, but the ghost kings and demon kings were also extremely powerful. Instantly, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.
In an instant, a monstrous storm swept up around the Bridge of Helplessness.
Clang ~ ~ ~ ~!
The Golden Crow opened his mouth and spat out the fragment of the Donghuang Bell. Instantly, a sound wave rushed out, causing the fiendish demons that were charging at him to feel a buzz in their heads.
"Rip!" "Rip!"
In an instant, another two demon kings were torn apart by the Golden Crow, and the surging energy in his body surged into the Great Sun Ferocious Wheel.
"No, my vitality is gone too!"
"Bastard, that's a fragment of the Donghuang Bell, be careful!"
The foreign race experts were shocked and angry.
Wang Xiong did not care so much. At this moment, in his Golden Crow form, he did not hold back and continued to charge at Xia Siming.
Just when Wang Xiong's battle was extremely smooth, suddenly, an astral saber descended from the sky.
"What?
A Golden Immortal? "Wang Xiong's face darkened.
Boom!
In an instant, the astral saber collided with the fragment of the Donghuang Bell, and Wang Xiong's expression changed.
At this moment, another palm slapped at the Golden Crow.
Screech!
Boom!
With a loud noise, the Golden Crow was sent flying back by the saber and palm, rushing back to the Village Viewing Platform.
"F * ck!"
The pavilion of the Village Viewing Platform was blasted into pieces by Wang Xiong's body.
Wang Xiong's face darkened, and he quickly got up.
"Golden Immortal?
There are two Golden Immortals? "Wang Xiong's expression changed.
Although he had reached the Perfected Immortal level, his strength was still slightly weaker than a new Golden Immortal. If not for his rich combat experience, he would have been killed, right?
"Baleful Yin Ghost King, you are a Golden Immortal?"
"Black Ghost Demon King, you are a Golden Immortal too?"
The crowd also looked at the two people who had just attacked Wang Xiong in astonishment.
The two Golden Immortals ignored the foreign races' surprise, and turned to Xia Siming. "Hades Hierarch, will you keep your word?"
Xia Siming, too, stared coldly at the two Gold Immortals. He had already guessed that the two of them had deliberately pretended to be True Immortals. They must have been arranged by the Great Priest to fight with him all these years.
If not for Wang Xiong's ferocity, they would have continued to hide. Who knew when they would suffer a setback in the future.
"I keep my word. Half of my divine weapon will be given to the one who takes Wang Xiong's head, and the other half will be divided among yourselves!" Xia Siming said in a deep voice.
"Hahahaha, good, we were waiting for you to say that!" The two Golden Immortals laughed.
At this moment, to the two Golden Immortals, everything was worth it. Although they had been exposed, so what?
Turning around, the two Golden Immortals looked at Wang Xiong.
Wang Xiong had a ferocious look on his face when he suddenly felt someone sobbing beside him.
He turned his head and saw Lan Liyan, no, Meng Po, staring at him with eyes full of resentment and tears. She looked at him with hatred.
"Meng Po, I'm sorry. I didn't expect that I would bring such a disaster to your Bridge of Helplessness. I'll try to lure them away. You find a way to hide!" Wang Xiong smiled bitterly.
Meng Po helped him through the Heart Tribulation, but he brought her a disaster?
Wang Xiong felt somewhat apologetic.
Meng Po glared at Wang Xiong fiercely, then sighed and suddenly took out a small pouch.
"Take these shards first!
Hmph! "Meng Po said to Wang Xiong angrily.
Shards?
Wang Xiong was stunned, and so were the foreign races that were about to pounce over. Was Meng Po joking?
She was about to die, and she still wanted to give something to Wang Xiong?
Meng Po took out a small pouch from her clothes and poured it out. In an instant, eighteen golden shards were poured out.
Maybe it was the little sunny egg's personal collection, but these eighteen golden shards still contained the warmth of Meng Po's body.
The moment the eighteen golden shards appeared, they all started to tremble, emitting a terrifying aura. Even the void seemed to be trembling.
"This is …!" The foreign races were stunned.
"Donghuang Bell shards?
Eighteen? "Wang Xiong exclaimed.
These were his Donghuang Bell shards, and there were eighteen of them?
The eighteen shards seemed to have sensed him. They instantly trembled and flew toward Wang Xiong, rapidly merging with the Donghuang Bell shard in Wang Xiong's hand.
In the blink of an eye, a small half of the Donghuang Bell was pieced together.
Although it wasn't like the complete Donghuang Bell from back then, it was still many times stronger after being pieced together.
"I collected these through reincarnation. In the past, I didn't know what they were, nor did I know why I collected them. I only thought that they were intimate, and that they would make my emotions fluctuate intensely. Now, I understand. Liar, take them away, take them away!" Meng Po looked at Wang Xiong hatefully.
Wang Xiong grabbed the strengthened Donghuang Bell and looked at Meng Po blankly.
Liar?
How did he become a liar?
However, he didn't have much time to ask, because the foreign races pounced over again. The two golden immortals had malevolent looks on their faces, as if they wanted to tear him apart in an instant.
"Void Shackle!" Wang Xiong shouted.
"Dang ~!!"
The Donghuang Bell shard rumbled again, and a terrifying sound wave rushed out.
The two golden immortals' minds went blank, as if they were frozen in the air.
"Wah!"
The Golden Crow roared and appeared in front of a golden immortal, clawing and tearing.
"Ah!"
"Bam!"
The moment the Golden Immortal was torn apart, he woke up. Unfortunately, it was already too late. In his haste, he could only strike a weak palm strike at Wang Xiong. In the blink of an eye, he was torn into two by Wang Xiong. Fresh blood and energy surged into the Great Solar Malevolent Wheel.
"Wah!"
The Golden Crow was in pain, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't stop. He pounced on another golden immortal.
The other Gold Immortal was also jolted awake, and he retreated in horror.
Wang Xiong missed by a hair's breadth, but within the range of the Donghuang Bell's sound wave, Wang Xiong seemed to be able to teleport, and he pounced on the other golden immortals.
"Rip!"
"Rip!"
"Rip!"
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Even golden immortals were affected by the void shackle, how could true immortals withstand it?
In the blink of an eye, all the foreign races were slaughtered.
Although they could be revived, most of their energy was absorbed by Wang Xiong.
Only one golden immortal and Xia Siming were left.
Wang Xiong pounced on Xia Siming without hesitation.
"Xia Siming, I will use your head to avenge Ah Li!" Wang Xiong roared.