My Seven Sisters Are Stunningly Beautiful (The Return of the Gods)

"You want me, Lu Yun, to be a coward and hide behind others to survive? You, Luohou, must be crazy!" Lu Yun growled, his voice hoarse but firm.

The divine power in his body surged wildly like a raging river. The dazzling sword light shot up into the sky, like a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, and finally turned into a huge sword shadow, piercing straight towards Luohou's arrogant palm.

"Carry on the past and start the future!"

This sword contains all Lu Yun's lifelong learning and is his ultimate understanding of power.

In the sword shadow, the power of creation is vast and majestic, the power of chaos is mysterious and unpredictable, the power of creation is endless, and there is even a trace of the power of heaven that is looming. This is the fusion of all the power that Lu Yun can currently control. It is the strongest blow that he has put all his strength into and risked everything!

boom!

The earth-shattering sound of the collision resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like the chaotic explosion at the beginning of the universe.

The void trembled violently, and dark cracks spread like a spider web, as if to swallow up the entire world.

Lu Yun's sword shadow collided fiercely with Luohou's palm, bursting out with dazzling light, submerging everything around in a dazzling white light.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yun's attack actually blocked Luohou's earth-shattering palm!

Although the sword shadow was shaking violently, swaying like a willow branch in the wind and could collapse at any time, it was finally able to withstand the terrifying force that was enough to destroy everything.

However, this is just the calm before the storm.

There was a flash of disbelief and surprise in Luohou's eyes, and then he sneered, as if mocking Lu Yun's arrogance.

On the palm of his hand, the divine power surged again, surging out like a volcanic eruption.

The terrifying impact force blew Lu Yun and his sword away, and he cut through the air like a cannonball, leaving behind a long tail flame.

Lu Yun was like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily into a towering mountain in the distance, smashing the entire mountain into pieces, with debris flying everywhere and dust billowing.

He struggled to get up from the pile of rocks, blood gushing out of his mouth, staining the front of his shirt red, and his face was frighteningly pale, as if he would faint at any moment.

At this moment, seven figures descended from the sky, like gods descending to earth, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura, blocking Lu Yun in front of him.

It was the seven saints of the heaven and the Great Emperor Zhenwu! They all looked solemn and stared at Luohou opposite them with sharp eyes.

"Rahu, you are going too far!" The Supreme Sage shouted angrily, his hair and beard stood up, and he waved the whisk in his hand, which turned into thousands of silver threads, and wrapped around Rahu like a net.

Several other saints and the Great Emperor Zhenwu also took action. Various magical powers and treasures appeared one after another, like brilliant fireworks, lighting up the entire sky, and attacked Luohu together.

The three treasures of Yuqing Saint's jade ruyi exuded a bright light, the Qingping sword of Shangqing Saint showed its sharp edge, Tongtian Sect Master's four swords of Zhuxian were murderous, and Nuwa Niangniang's map of mountains and rivers unfolded, showing a beautiful landscape...

However, Luohou, who had merged with countless ancient gods, had reached an incredible level of strength. Facing the siege of the crowd, he simply waved his hand casually, dispelling all the attacks, as if he was driving away a mosquito or a fly.

"A group of ants dare to compete with me? You really overestimate your abilities!" Luohou snorted disdainfully and attacked again.

He just threw out a light punch, which created a violent energy storm and blew away all seven saints and Emperor Zhenwu.

Bang bang bang!

The seven saints and the Great Emperor Zhenwu were able to hold out for just a moment before they were all blown away, falling heavily to the ground like kites with broken strings.

They were vomiting blood, seriously injured, and weak.

There was dead silence all around, and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was shocked by the terrifying power displayed by Luohou, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

Outside of Taicang, powerful Chaos aliens such as Kuntong God and Galio were watching this thrilling battle through their magical powers. Their faces were solemn, their brows were furrowed, and their hearts were filled with worry.

"This Luohou is so powerful!" Kuntong Divine Master muttered to himself, his tone full of disbelief, "He has merged the divine bodies of so many ancient gods, and has surpassed our understanding of power."

"Can Lu Yun stop him?" Galio asked anxiously, his tone full of worry, "I'm really worried about him..."

He didn't dare to continue speaking, but his worry was evident in his words.

……

Lu Yun and the others gathered together again. They all looked grim, had injuries on their bodies, and their breathing was disordered.

"This Luohou is even more powerful than I thought." Lu Yun said in a deep voice, with a hint of solemnity in his tone, "Although I still have a trump card, I am not absolutely sure that I can beat him."

"Don't worry too much," the Supreme Saint comforted, with a hint of calmness in his tone, "Although this Luohou is powerful, his fusion is not perfect, and there must be flaws. As long as we find his flaws, we can defeat him!"

Everyone nodded, adjusted their state, used their divine power to heal their wounds, and prepared to attack again.

At this moment, Lu Yun suddenly looked at those ancient gods who still remained neutral, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Everyone, you have seen that Luohou has merged the essence of your divine bodies and has reached such a terrifying level of strength. Do you think he will let you go?"

"Once he has dealt with us, you will definitely be his next target! By then, your fate will be even worse than ours!"

Lu Yun's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of the ancient gods. Although they were afraid of Luo Hou, they also knew that Lu Yun was right.

Luohou studied their divine bodies in order to integrate more powerful forces.

If Lu Yun's side fails, they will definitely not have a good ending!

The Eternal Ancient God and the Dragon God remained silent, as if they were not involved. But after a brief hesitation, the other Ancient Gods rushed over with gnashing teeth, their eyes filled with determination and madness.

"We'll fight you!"

However, they were not rushing towards Luohou, but Lu Yun and others!

Lu Yun looked at the ancient god rushing over, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his heart was filled with helplessness and sneer.

He knew that these ancient gods were not instigated by him, but were worried that they would be liquidated after his side won. Therefore, they chose to go all out and fight to the death with him and others!

"You think I'm a pushover?" Lu Yun sneered, his tone full of sternness. "Originally, I was planning to deal with Luo Hou first, and then consider whether to deal with you, but since you dared to attack me."

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude!"

The killing intent in Lu Yun's eyes surged, and the long sword in his hand hummed, making waves of dragon roars. A more chaotic and cruel war was about to break out...

The long sword in Lu Yun's hand let out a clear dragon roar, and a golden dragon was faintly coiled on the sword body, pointing directly at the ancient god rushing towards him. The fierce sword intent was like a substance, scraping the surrounding space with a faint sound.

Those ancient gods who were originally so aggressive, involuntarily stopped under the sword intent, and expressions of fear appeared on their faces.

For a moment, no one dared to move, and some ancient gods even began to consider retreating.

"Hurry up and don't be intimidated by him!" A gloomy and hoarse voice, as if coming from the Netherworld, brought with it a bone-chilling chill, instantly quieting the chaotic battlefield.

The figure of the ancient god of death slowly walked out from those restless ancient gods, holding a huge scythe of death in his hand, emitting a heart-pounding breath of death. On the scythe, the wails of countless wronged souls were engraved, as if the gates of hell were about to open.