God Emperor

Shi Qianjue, Death Chan Patriarch, Murong Yefeng, and the Deputy Pavilion Master, all four of them are giants. Every time they stamp their feet, the entire Kunlun world will be in great turmoil.

A battle broke out between the four of them, and in an instant, the world became chaotic, and even the saint could not get close.

The Fire Lord is also eyeing Zhang Ruochen and preparing to capture him in order to check and balance the saints on the Shengming side.

However, he had just had such an idea, and dozens of holy spells flew out from the Disha Pavilion camp and hit him.

"City of Skyfire."

The sea of ​​fire under the Fire Lord's feet quickly rose up and condensed into a huge city of flames, with four towering walls standing on all sides to resist the dozens of holy spells.

"Boom."

Dozens of holy spells fell on the flame city wall, like raindrops, only creating small ripples that quickly dissipated.

However, within this short period of time, a golden leopard had already flown to the side of the flaming city, stepped on it, and crushed a flaming city wall to pieces.

Huo Zun's expression changed slightly, and he glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, only to find another golden tiger rushing up from behind, blocking his retreat.

The two golden wolves launched a bombardment at the same time, tearing apart the fire clouds in the sky, causing the Fire Lord to fall from the sky, and causing a large area of ​​the earth to collapse.

"Didn't the sacred beast that protects the country of the Shengming Central Empire not reach the realm of the Great Sage? How could it be so powerful?" Holy blood flowed from the corners of the Fire Lord's mouth.

In that tough fight just now, he was actually injured.

One of the golden eagles spoke human words and said: "In eight hundred years, there will always be some progress."

Immediately, the two golden wolves attacked again, pulling the Fire Lord into their battle circle.

The two great saints were restrained. Zhang Ruochen and Shengming's saints once again used all their strength to activate the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron and attacked the second level of the mountain-protecting formation.

"boom!"

"boom!"

…

Every time the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron hits, the second layer of the mountain guarding formation will shake violently, and huge cracks will appear on the Wuding Mountain.

At this moment, all the disciples of the Demon Sect felt terrified, fearing that they would be crushed to death after the mountain-protecting formation was breached.

On the Holy Wood Peak, none of the Fire Tribe monks could laugh, and all of them turned pale.

They saw with their own eyes that even Lord Fire Lord was injured.

The strength of the Shengming Rebel was beyond the expectations of all the monks, and it seemed that he really wanted to destroy the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect and the Fire Tribe.

Qiu Yu was relatively calm, and looked at Huang Yanchen, the Holy Book Talented Girl, Douzhan Tianwang and others, and said: "The Shengming rebels are so rampant, will the court just ignore them?"

The Holy Book Talent said: "Just now, I have asked the Lord of the Earth Temple and the Chaos Army Lord for help, but I failed to get a reply from them. Perhaps, the two of them encountered something very important."

Qiu Yu's eyes were cold and she said, "What else is more important than annihilating the rebels of the Holy Ming?"

"How can we speculate on the affairs of the Great Sage?" The talented woman with the Holy Book said something rudely, and then said: "Young Master Qiu Yu, you should calm down first. This is Wuding Mountain, and the leader of the Moon Worship Sect is The altar, how can the rebels of the Holy Ming attack it so easily?"

Many of the monks around were laughing secretly.

Zhang Ruochen came menacingly, clearly intending to steal the bride, and his target was naturally Qiu Yu.

Once Zhang Ruochen goes to Wudingshan, being robbed is a trivial matter, but he is afraid that Qiu Yu's life will not be saved by then.

Can Qiu Yu be impatient?

A Saint Ancestor of the Fire Tribe said: "The Moon Worshiping Cult has a supreme sacred weapon, the Bronze Furnace of Life and Death. Why is it not being used at this moment?"

Ling Feiyu walked into the square where the banquet was held and said in a cold voice: "Since it is a copper furnace of life and death, it will naturally not be used until the life and death of the divine religion is at stake."

"Palace Master Ling, isn't this a time of life and death?" the Fire Tribe Saint Ancestor said.

Ling Feiyu said: "Zhang Ruochen and the old Shengming tribe came to Wuding Mountain to offer sacrifices to the heaven and earth, not to kill people. After they offered sacrifices, they would naturally leave."

The eyes of the Holy Ancestor of the Fire Tribe shrank slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Is Palace Master Ling naive, or has he already colluded with Zhang Ruochen? Could it be that Palace Master Ling wants to be the leader of the Moon Worship Sect? "

Ling Feiyu's eyes were sharper than a sword and said: "Elder Yan should take care of the Fire Tribe's own affairs first. Who will be the leader of the Moon Worship Sect? You don't need to worry about it?"

Afterwards, Ling Feiyu stood on the top of the Holy Wood Peak and said to the bottom: "Disciples of the Moon Worship Sect, listen to the order. No one is allowed to attack the old Shengming Ministry. I can protect your lives. If you don't obey my order, you will be killed." Do it at your own risk.”

Sound waves spread out one after another, spreading throughout Wuding Mountain.

Those disciples of the Demon Cult who originally planned to fight to the death with Shengming's old tribe all became hesitant.

Elder Yan naturally saw that Ling Feiyu was deliberately helping Zhang Ruochen. If she succeeded, how could the Fire Tribe survive today?

"court death."

Elder Yan circulated the holy energy, and in an instant, his skin turned golden red, like a red-hot rock, emitting astonishing heat.

As soon as the soles of his feet kicked off, the stone slabs on the ground melted instantly.

Elder Yan's figure moved, as if teleporting, and arrived in front of Ling Feiyu. He formed his hands into claw shapes and struck Ling Feiyu's heart.

"Chichi."

The fire was so bright that it was difficult to open your eyes.

However, what was surprising was that before Elder Yan's claws hit Ling Feiyu's body, he flew backwards and fell hard to the ground.

His two arms turned into ashes.

"What happened?"

"How is it possible? Elder Yan is a very powerful figure among the Holy Kings. The first Saint has only been cultivating to the Holy King realm for a long time. How can it be possible to severely injure him with just one move?"

Only some of the top experts present could see that the person who had taken action just now was not Ling Feiyu.

But another master.

"What's the matter? You can't sit down and talk it over, but you have to take action?"

At this moment, a man with white hair walked up from the bottom of the mountain step by step and reached the top of the Holy Wood Peak.

He was the one who just spoke.

The white-haired man looked to be in his fifties and looked somewhat similar to Ling Feiyu, but his face was haggard and sickly, and there was no trace of holy energy in his body.

Ling Feiyu walked to the white-haired man, supported him, walked into the banquet, and sat down on one of the seats.

When the Holy Master of the Mu family saw the white-haired man, his expression suddenly changed. He quickly stepped forward, bowed his hands and said, "Greetings to Master Uncle Ling."

The white-haired man nodded slightly, indicating that he did not need to salute, and stood up quickly.

At the wedding banquet, there was a lot of discussion.

Martial Saint Canglan asked in a low voice, "Who is this person?"

The talented woman with the holy book looked at the white-haired man and said, "It should be the son of the Demon Emperor, Ling Xiu."

"Ling Xiu? Shi Qianjue's junior brother? Ling Feiyu's father?" Martial Saint Canglan's eyes widened in disbelief.

The Holy Book Talented Woman nodded.

Martial Saint Canglan quarreled and said: "Legend has it that six hundred years ago, Ling Xiu and Shi Qianjue failed in their fight for the position of leader and had abandoned their cultivation. How could a person who had abandoned his cultivation survive to this day? ?”

Ling Xiu seemed to hear the voice of Canglan Martial Saint, stared at her, and smiled slightly: "How can you still cultivate your spiritual power after abolishing your cultivation? There are thousands of cultivation paths, which one is not the great road?"

The talented woman with the holy book clasped her fists in her hands, cupped her hands slightly, and said: "Senior Ling is indeed a peerless master. After his martial arts path was cut off, he was able to cultivate his mental power to such a terrifying height. With a casual blow, he severely damaged a member of the Fire Tribe. A holy ancestor. I admire you."

Ling Xiu shook his hand and said with a smile: "Although Ling's mental strength has reached the sixtieth level, compared with your grandfather, it is still far behind and is not worth mentioning."

"boom!"

Hearing this, the entire Holy Wood Peak exploded.

Sixty levels?

Isn't it true that someone with sixty levels of mental power is a spiritual power sage?

This is absolutely shocking news. The Moon Worshiping Demon Sect actually gave birth to two great saints.

"Meet the Great Sage."

In the square, a large number of people knelt down.

Who dares not to kneel before a great sage?

Qiu Yu and the Fire Tribe monks stared at Ling Feiyu and Ling Xiu, their faces becoming even more ugly.

"Boom."

A loud noise came from the bottom of the mountain, and even the Holy Wood Peak shook slightly.

The second layer of mountain guarding formation was breached.

The Holy Wood Peak is not in the third layer of the mountain protection formation. At this moment, it is completely exposed. As for the defensive formation in the Holy Wood Peak, it was completely useless. How could it possibly block the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron?

"kill!"

Zhang Ruochen drove the golden dragon chariot, rushed up Wuding Mountain, and flew towards the Holy Wood Peak.

Although Ling Xiu and Ling Feiyu issued the order, a large number of Demon Cult monks loyal to Shi Qianjue still launched an attack on Zhang Ruochen and Shengming's old army.

Gu Songzi yelled: "Disciples of the Moon Worship Sect, if you don't want to die, just stay aside and stay quietly. If you continue to obey Shi Qianjue's orders, there is only one way to die."

Gu Songzi had an overwhelming hatred for Shi Qianjue and the demon cult monks who followed Shi Qianjue, and took the lead to attack and kill them.

"Crash."

Luo Xu clenched his hands into fists and punched upwards. The sea water with a radius of thousands of miles under his feet surged up towards Wuding Mountain.

With just one blow, tens of thousands of Demon Cult disciples died in the waves.

The members of the Tiangang Pavilion and the Disha Pavilion followed closely behind the Jinbu Long Chariot, using a crushing attitude to smash all the Demon Cult monks who dared to block Zhang Ruochen into pieces.

Including the palace master of Dark Night Palace, Ye Xiaoxiang, was beaten to pieces by dozens of holy spells in an instant and turned into a ball of blood mist.

Ouyang Huan was sitting on the top of a formation tower, staring ahead, and saw nine giant golden dragons, pulling a dazzling dragon chariot, speeding towards him.

Zhang Ruochen sat calmly in the golden dragon chariot, as if an emperor was on a patrol.

There were densely packed demon sect monks gathered in all directions of the Jinbu Dragon Chariot, probably hundreds of thousands in number. Some of them used combat soldiers and some used martial arts to stop Zhang Ruochen.

However, with the protection of Tiangang Pavilion and Disha Pavilion, no matter how many Demon Cult monks there are, they can't stop Jinbu Longchaan for a moment.

"Bang bang."

The corpses of the Demon Cult monks fell downwards like rain, and the whole world turned blood red, as if it had turned into a Shura field.

As the golden dragon chariot got closer and closer, Ouyang Huan closed his eyes and said, "You win!"

"Boom."

The Kowloon golden dragon and the golden dragon chariot hit the formation tower, and then crushed it, crushing Ouyang Huan's body and soul into pieces.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Ruochen looked very calm, with no emotion in his eyes, as calm as crushing an ant.