Chapter 427: The Way of All Spirits
"Emperor Chunyang?"

Liang Hui chuckled and continued to move forward.

"It's just an empty title. The Great Heavenly Venerable is really calculating."

The Dragon Lord who was following beside him remained silent. Your Majesty could talk about the affairs of the Great Celestial Lord at will, but they did not dare to do so.

Two figures stepped forward and soon arrived in front of the Dragon Palace, looking at the palace complex standing in the sea.

Liang Hui walked in without any cover and was witnessed by the guest officials and dragon clan members.

In an instant, the news of the Dragon Emperor's return spread to the Taihuang Realm at the fastest speed.

Liang Hui walked along the way, refusing the worship of all living beings, and finally came to the depths of the Dragon Palace and entered his own palace.

The young man sat upright on the cushion, sensing the many living beings slowly dispersing outside the hall, his eyes narrowed.

"In this way, many powerful people will know that I have returned to the Dragon Clan, and it will be much easier to do things next time."

Liang Hui whispered, stretched out his hand and flipped it lightly, and a small green flag appeared in his palm.

The Human Emperor Banner rose up and hovered in the air. The banner fluttered in the wind, and a blurry figure walked out slowly.

He was tall and slender, wearing a black robe and a dark gold mask, exuding a domineering and arrogant aura.

As soon as this figure appeared, he grasped the Human Emperor Banner in one hand and shook it lightly. The banner disappeared and turned into a green spear.

At the same time, he gently waved his hand to Liang Hui who was sitting on the ground, and Liang Hui turned into golden blood and merged into his body.

Only the Wanlong Bell made a slight dragon roar, and then a divine light burst out, forming a vague figure, replacing the disappearing blood.

Liang Hui was wearing a black robe. He sensed the great power in his body and nodded his forehead lightly.

I am still in seclusion in the depths of chaos, comprehending the Pure Yang Dao.

This body, which is a fusion of several drops of essence and blood and part of the blood, is quite powerful.

With the addition of the Human Emperor Banner, which can mobilize the Fruit of All Spirits, its strength is even more powerful.

The reason why he came to the Great Desolate Realm during his retreat this time was for only one purpose.
Make every effort to comprehend the Way of All Spirits, continuously push forward the Fruit of the Way of All Spirits, and gain even more powerful strength.

After winning the Dao Contest seven years ago, the severing of time after five thousand years as mentioned by his 'future self' and the non-interference of the two sides was no longer a problem for him.

He already has the power to protect himself.

However, he didn't mind growing faster and occupying one or even two avenues again in the last two thousand years.

By the time.
There was ambition in Liang Hui's eyes.

After some thought, he set his sights on the Way of All Spirits.

On the one hand: The Wanling Light Group obtained by the Wanling Dao through the journey to Guixu has already reached the boundary between the middle and upper reaches.

On the other hand: There is only one living being occupying the upper reaches of the Road of All Spirits, and he has not gone far.

The most important thing is that he also had some guesses about the existence of this creature. Unlike the Way of Space, he knew nothing about it and might not be able to find the enemy.

The chaotic thoughts in my mind gradually calmed down.

Liang Hui carried the green spear on his back, his face was covered by a dark gold mask, only his eyes emitting a bright light.

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the Dragon Palace, heading towards the mainland.

The purpose of going to the Taihuang Continent is to see all living beings, and all living beings are all spirits, which will naturally allow him to continue to move forward in his practice of the Way of All Spirits.

Of course, if given the chance, he wouldn't mind causing some trouble for the enemy.

For example: the lineage of demon masters, Buddhism, and the Great Emperor Qinghua of the East.
After several hours, Liang Hui had already arrived on land.

After arriving here, he slowed down and walked step by step on the land, mountains and rivers.

Ancient trees form forests, thousands and tens of thousands feet high, reaching straight into the sky;

The mountains are majestic, and countless ferocious beasts and monsters are roaring on them.

The river roars, flowing like a silver ribbon among the mountains, with all kinds of ferocious fish fighting and risking their lives in it.

Everywhere he looked, he saw a wild and rough scene, bloody and simple. Liang Hui walked forward, his robe fluttering in the wind, and the bloody and evil auras disappeared wherever he passed.

The corpses of the monsters that were howling in the mountains and forests floated on the ground and turned into ashes. Their souls, flesh and blood were all collected by the Human Emperor Banner.

The young man chuckled, his mouth wide open:

"How can someone like me who hates monsters be the East Emperor who fights to the death for his tribe?"

The pace moves forward without stopping.

This is true for mountains and rivers of ten thousand miles, one million miles, ten million miles, and hundreds of millions of miles.

Such a crazy massacre would make the demon clan react even if they were slow to do so.

A few days after Liang Hui left, a demonic aura surged above the mountains, rolling and blocking out the sky and the sun.

As the evil spirit rolled, countless big monsters emerged.

Supported by a group of great monsters, there was a very luxurious chariot with several powerful monsters standing on it.

On the throne was a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had a stern look on his face, as if he was cut by a knife or an axe, cold, hard and steady. The most eye-catching thing was the vertical eye between his eyebrows.

And the golden dragon ball held in his palm, which was the crystallization of the true dragon clan's cultivation, was being played with casually at the moment.

"My lord, all the people in the area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles have died. Which tribe did it?"

"Old pig, I'm going to peel off his skin, suck out his soul, and light a sky lantern!"

A pig demon wearing half armor standing next to the middle-aged man growled with bloodshot eyes.

It is close to the realm of immortals, and its character can be considered good, but it is difficult to remain calm when facing such killing.

"We soon found out that the guy hadn't gone far."

The middle-aged man had a cold expression on his face, his eyes slightly opened between his brows, with faint golden light flashing in them, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

"Catch him up. The demon race will never allow such a massacre."

Boom!

The evil spirit was boiling, roaring like a thundercloud, and flew towards the direction where Liang Hui left.

After about a few hours, a figure standing on the top of the mountain was seen, with a spear on his back and wearing a dark gold mask.

"Human race?"

"Now even you dare to provoke my demon clan."

The pig demon's eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious, and he howled towards the sky.

They were labeled as rebels by the Queen Nuwa and were almost driven away from the continent. They were then massacred by the dragon tribes of the four seas and lost large tracts of territory.

Now even humans dare to bully and slaughter them?

It opened its mouth and spit out evil wind. A mace instantly flew into the air. Entangled by many evil spirits, it struck the figure in the black robe.

Liang Hui's eyes were calm as he looked at the mace indifferently.

A gleam of light flashed, bright and dazzling, and the mace was shattered in an instant, passing through the demonic cloud.

The pig demon was stunned, staring at the exploding mace, feeling the power in his body rapidly dissipating.

There was unwillingness in the beast's eyes, and it collapsed to the ground, and its huge pig head exploded directly.

The smelly blood mixed with liquid splashed everywhere and infected the entire chariot.

The middle-aged man looked at the fallen wreckage, licking the blood on his cheek with his tongue, his eyes became colder, and he stood in the chariot and looked down:

"I am the Nine-headed Black Tiger of the demon clan. I wonder who you are?"

(End of this chapter)