Chapter 796: Heimang the Great

"Haha, congratulations to Emperor Heimang!"

A terrifying black shadow also stood up instantly and laughed loudly.

Several other figures stood up one after another.

"Congratulations to the Great Heimang!"

"Congratulations……"

Everyone clasped their fists and expressed their congratulations.

"Thank you all!"

The Heimang Great Emperor, wearing a wide uniform, slowly turned around, exuding endless majesty between his eyebrows.

"Emperor Heimang, you have gone through untold hardships and finally swallowed the soul of the Shenlong. Now your cultivation base has broken through to the fifth level of the True God Realm, right?"

Qingyue Demon Emperor's eyes flickered, and said very enviously.

"good!"

With a smile on his face, the corners of his lips curled up, Emperor Heimang said calmly: "This emperor has not only broken through the realm of his cultivation, but also his combat power. Compared with my previous combat power, it is now at least ten times the previous one!"

Ten times the combat power?

The other four emperors looked terrified, and all were shocked.

"This fragment of the Shenlong soul is unexpectedly so powerful, it is incredible!"

Emperor Chixiao muttered to himself.

"If each of us swallows a piece of Shenlong soul shard, we don't know how powerful it will be! Humph! At that time, Li Qikong, in the hands of the five of me, was as small as a child."

Qingyue Demon Emperor coldly snorted.

"Shenlong soul fragments are extremely rare, and Shenlong has a strong temperament, and it is hundreds of times more difficult to swallow than gods fragments, but the risk of falling is naturally extremely high..."

The past is vivid, the Great Heimang sighed.

Everyone looked silent, as if they were deeply impressed by what Heimang Great Emperor said.

"Li Qikong is back?"

Emperor Heimang's eyes flashed and he looked in a certain direction.

"This kid just came back and brought back a little girl. I think the little girl's luck is like the sky, and the purple air on her head is like a dragon. It seems that Li Qikong's injury is getting more and more serious..."

The Great Emperor Chixiao said in deep thought.

"Li Qikong is called the number one ruthless person by the people of the world. He is indeed very powerful, but there is still some gap between him and my predecessors..."

The withered Bamboo Demon Emperor slowly said.

There are five great emperor-level powerhouses hidden in the Grime Abyss, namely, Heimang, Qingyue Demon Emperor, Withered Bamboo Demon Emperor, Chixiao Emperor, and Cthulhu Crazy Emperor.

These five peerless powerhouses are the five most outstanding heroes on the Cangnan Continent in nearly a million years. Each of them is powerful and has suppressed countless evildoers of an era.

Although they failed to attack the true gods, they still successfully captured and swallowed the fragments of the gods' souls in the terrifying abyss, thus becoming immortal and transcendent beings.

The five great emperors nowadays have no physical bodies. They only rely on the Yuan Shen body to fight, and their strength is naturally greatly reduced. That's why Li Qikong, the most ruthless man, was able to tie with one enemy and five.

If any of the Five Emperors were at the peak of their combat power, they could at least be tied with Li Qikong.

With two great emperors joining hands, Li Qikong is no longer an opponent.

The long river of time is vast.

In every era, there are peerless arrogances. Thirty thousand years ago, it was only the era of Li Qikong.

These five great emperors, all of them are brilliant talents, can be called enchanting in the practice, and each of them is not inferior to Li Qikong.

"Everyone, this emperor still needs three days to consolidate the realm of cultivation. After three days, we will go to the ancient tomb and meet Li Qikong for a while, how about?"

Emperor Heimang's eyes flickered, and he said faintly.

"good!"

Everyone readily agreed.

"It's a pity that the fragments of the Shenlong soul are too difficult to find. For so many years, there are very few fragments that can appear..."

Qingyue Demon Emperor lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

"This fragment of the dragon's soul, in the depths of the grime abyss, there should still be..."

Cthulhu Crazy Emperor said.

"What about existence? That place is really terrifying. If we go in, I'm afraid we will be torn to pieces."

The Withered Bamboo Demon Emperor said with a horrified look, it seemed that he had been there before and experienced the power of horror there.

"The dragon soul fragment that this emperor swallowed was still the Withered Bamboo Demon Emperor who went deep into the danger, and led out the dragon soul fragment, and several people worked together to capture it. It is really not easy..."

The Great Heimang sighed.

He looked into the deep blackness of the squalid abyss, and his eyes were also afraid of fear.

There is a great horror in the depths of the grime abyss.

According to the description of the withered bamboo monster emperor.

There are countless souls of gods and souls, most of which are relatively complete and very powerful.

The cultivation bases like them, once they approach the depths of the grime abyss, shocking the soul of the gods, I am afraid that the horrible souls of the gods will be torn apart by the breath.

"According to the legend, this is the place where the army of gods and the army of dragons fight. There should be many souls of the dragons, but for some reason, most of what we see are the souls of gods..."

The Withered Bamboo Demon Emperor frowned and said.

"This emperor is slightly clear about this."

The Great Emperor Heimang flashed his eyes and slowly said, "From the memory of the fragments of the dragon soul I swallowed, there should be a lot of dragon souls in the depths of the grime abyss..."

"I see!"

The withered bamboo monster emperor showed a suddenly enlightened look, and muttered to himself: "The two armies of the gods and dragons were dead enemies before they were alive. Now after they die, the soul still carries the obsessions of the past. Deep down, we are still fighting endlessly!"

"more or less!"

The Great Emperor Heiman thought for a while, and said: "It seems that the gods are stronger, so the spirits of the gods rarely go to the outside..."

"Hey, no wonder it's rare to see the fragments of Shenlong soul..."

The Qingyue Demon Emperor looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Everyone, this emperor will immediately retreat. Three days later, I will wait for the sword to point to the ancient tomb and kill the arrogant Li Qikong directly!"

The Great Heiman waved his big sleeve, and said proudly.

"good!"

The remaining four emperors nodded one after another.

The five of them sat cross-legged in the billowing ghost aura again and began to practice.

This space became quiet again.

The spirits were raging, but they were helpless with the five of them.

The deepest part of the filthy abyss is filled with undulating mountains, and the mountains are like black dragons, entrenched on the earth.

The black ghost spirit is permeated here, very rich.

In the air, there are faint roars from time to time, which is creepy.

If Ye Yun were here, he would naturally be able to tell at a glance that there was an army of gods entrenched in this endless black energy.

only.

This army of gods is not a true **** monk, but is all composed of dead **** souls.

"Master Ling Xiao, the Great Heiman outside finally successfully swallowed the fragments of the Shenlong soul!"

The voice of a man suddenly rang in the darkness.

"It's really a waste, it took so many years to swallow it successfully!"

A vigorous man's voice, cursed in an angry manner.

The man asked: "My lord, do you want to catch him now?"

"Don't worry, wait three days later..."

The man with a strong voice said.

The leader named Ling Xiao-sama suddenly waved his hand, and the black ghost spirit receded like a tide in the valley.

As the ghost spirit receded, a heavily guarded army of gods suddenly emerged, numbering tens of thousands, standing on the top of the mountains, forming a sharp sword formation.

The tip of the sharp sword pointed to a huge valley.