God Emperor

Wangqiu Shenzi and Jiumu Tianwang were beheaded one after another, and even Xia Wenxin was seriously injured and had to withdraw from the sword tomb. How could the immortal vampire monks still dare to fight?

However, the monks of the Immortal Vampire Clan understood that Zhang Ruochen only gained such powerful combat power in the Sword Tomb.

Therefore, they all exited the Sword Tomb as quickly as possible.

"Leave it to me."

Zhang Ruochen ignored the army of undead vampires and focused on the Son of Blood.

With Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword and the Blood-Drip Sword as the core, the torrent formed by countless war swords swept towards the Son of Blood-Slaying God in a mighty manner.

"Invincible."

The Blood-Slaughter God Son drove the Infinite Hell Tower and rushed decisively outside the Sword Tomb.

His speed was not bad, but with the blessing of the power of space and time, the speed of the sword torrent was even faster. After a while, it caught up with him.

"Zhang Ruochen."

The Blood-Slaughter God Son gritted his teeth and roared out these three words.

His eyes were burning with rage, almost mad with hatred.

All because he was in the Sword Tomb, because there were Yin spirits helping him, and because the bloody sword suddenly arrived, disrupting his plans again and again, forcing him to retreat.

If word of this battle spread, all the monks in the hell world would probably laugh at him.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

Anyone can see that they are really doomed.

Gritting his teeth, the Son of Blood-Slaughter slashed his wrist, causing a large amount of essence and blood to flow out of his body and merge into the Infinite Purgatory Tower.

The Infinite Purgatory Tower immediately began to rotate rapidly, and a large amount of purgatory fire erupted.

In the process, it keeps moving backwards.

"Bang."

Shen Yuan's ancient sword and the blood-dropping sword were combined to create a cross sword light that penetrated the defense of the Infernal Purgatory Tower and killed the Son of Blood-Slaughter God.

The precious clothing on the Blood-Slaughter God Son immediately tore apart, his physical defenses were disintegrated, a cross sword wound appeared on his chest, and his entire body was almost cut into several pieces.

Blood spurted out from the mouth of the Blood-Slaughter God Son, and his breath became sluggish.

Although he saved his life, he was severely injured and could no longer fight.

Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to strike again, the Infernal Purgatory Tower emitted a terrifying power that dispersed the torrent of swords.

"Uh-huh."

The Infernal Purgatory Tower brought the Son of Blood-Slaughter God with him and instantly left the Sword Tomb.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful divine power burst out, forcibly tearing apart the space, and the Infernal Purgatory Tower suddenly escaped into it and disappeared without a trace.

"There is a remnant soul of God in the Infinite Purgatory Tower. The Son of God of Blood Slaughter awakened the remnant soul of God through blood sacrifice, thereby urging the Infinite Purgatory Tower to tear apart the space and escape." The Blood-Drip Sword Spirit explained in a cold voice.

"Pity!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen frowned and sighed: "Xuetu's combat power is almost invincible under the Great Sage. Even Yanliren, who was known as the tenth emperor eight hundred years ago, may not be his opponent. So. If the enemy escapes, the consequences will be endless.”

"The remnant soul of the god has awakened. Even I can't keep him. However, he has been seriously injured, and the damage is so severe that he will not be able to recover in a short time." The blood-dropping sword spirit said.

Without the remnant soul of the god, even if the blood-slaughtered son of god escaped from the sword tomb, she would still be sure to keep him behind.

"Then wait until next time to kill him."

Zhang Ruochen nodded, not too entangled.

Zhang Ruochen believes that with the help of the sundial, his cultivation level will definitely improve rapidly. By then, even if he does not need to take advantage of the geographical advantage of the Sword Tomb and the power of the sixteen ancestors, he may not be able to compete with the Son of Blood Slaughter God.

On the other side, while Zhang Ruochen was dealing with the Son of the Blood Slaughter God, all the monks from the Immortal Vampire Clan exited the Sword Tomb, and then they tried non-stop to escape from the Ancient Suppression Prison Clan.

"Thank you, ancestors."

After thanking all the ancestors of Taotian Sword, Zhang Ruochen flew out from the huge holy shadow formed by the sixteen ancestors.

After leaving the Sword Tomb, he could no longer borrow the power of his ancestor and had to rely on himself.

Fortunately, the undead vampire clan has been defeated and there is no need to cause trouble.

Led by Xia Wenxin, the undead vampire army quickly approached the entrance and exit previously broken by the Nether Immortal. Only by passing there could they leave the Ancient Zhenyu Clan.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful. There is no way here. Where else do you want to escape?" The little Taoist Zhenmiao showed his figure with a proud look on his face.

When Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword and Blood Dropping Sword appeared earlier, they followed Zhang Ruochen's instructions and came to seal the retreat of the undead vampires.

As a Formation Saint Master, although he cannot completely control the ancient divine patterns, he can still control some of them, and this is enough to deal with the undead vampires.

It has collected the thirty-six formation flags used by the Underworld Immortal to tear apart the ancient divine patterns, and rearranged them to temporarily glue the torn ancient divine patterns together.

Thirty-six formation flags can be used to arrange ninth-level formations. They are considered a treasure and are now owned by it.

"Kill it."

A powerful undead vampire roared and launched an attack on Zhenmiao Taoist without hesitation.

The pursuers are coming from behind, and if they don't open up a way out, they may not be able to escape.

"Is the poor Taoist a vegetarian? If you want to kill him, you can try." The wonderful little Taoist clasped his hands in front of his chest with a look of contempt.

In front of him, seven divine planets were lined up, forming a powerful ninth-grade formation.

"boom."

All kinds of soldiers and holy arts bombarded out, blooming with brilliant light.

The wonderful little Taoist laughed and looked extremely relaxed. He really didn't believe that these people could break through the ninth-grade formation.

So what if there are many people?

The seven divine planets have been combined with the ancient divine patterns, and their power is endless.

The reason why the Son of Blood-Slaughter God was able to escape was with the help of the remnant soul of the god. He used divine power to forcibly tear apart the space. Naturally, there was no way to leave behind the incomplete divine patterns outside the prison-suppressing ancient clan.

And what can the remaining undead vampires rely on to tear apart the ancient divine patterns?

The wonderful little Taoist knows that Ming Xian is dead, so he is completely confident.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen led Bao Lie, Murong Yue, Xiang Chunan and others to catch up and surrounded the remaining army of the undead vampires.

"Xia Wenxin, you are destined not to leave today!"

Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword and walked step by step, his eyes locked on Xia Wenxin.

The Blood-Slaughter God Son escaped, and there was no way he could let Xia Wenxin escape too.

Xia Wenxin also looked at Zhang Ruochen and smiled: "Zhang Ruochen, to be honest, I underestimated you too much before, and I really shouldn't have. Maybe I should have found a way to get rid of you in the Eastern Region. This time, it is indeed you. It’s a great win, and I’m looking forward to playing against you next time.”

"Do you think you can still escape?"

Zhang Ruochen became alert, spread out his arms, and the Qingtian Pagoda and the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror flew above his head at the same time, releasing the tyrannical power of the Supreme.

The woman in red was more direct, taking action with the blood-dropping sword and immediately beheaded Xiang Xia Wenxin.

"I didn't expect that the last opportunity to use the escape talisman would be used here." Xia Wenxin shook his head.

"boom."

The sword light from the blood-dropping sword came in an instant, but was blocked by a divine light flying from the center of Xia Wenxin's eyebrows.

Zhang Ruochen hit the Blue Sky Pagoda and the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror, but the result was the same. They couldn't even get close to Xia Wenxin's body.

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the woman in red, and she stared at Xia Wenxin, but she did not take action again, because she knew that continuing to take action would be in vain.

The next moment, the space shook, divine light enveloped Xia Wenxin, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"What's going on? How did you let that guy escape?" Xiang Chunan said.

Just now he watched the Son of Blood Slayer escape, and now he watched Xia Wenxin escape again, which really made Xiang Chunan very unhappy.

Ji Fanxin seemed to have some understanding of the Shield Boundary Talisman and said: "Xia Wenxin seems to be using an ancient talisman. Even if the Great Sage himself takes action, he cannot be retained."

The sons of gods of the undead vampires all have ways to save their lives.

There were actually Nine-Eyed Heavenly King and Wangqiu Divine Son, but their life-saving methods were not as powerful as Xuetu and Xia Wenxin, so they were still killed.

"Although the two of them escaped, these immortal vampire monks must be caught in one fell swoop. Only by killing them to make them afraid will they know that there are people in Kunlun Realm that they cannot provoke."

Zhang Ruochen raised his hand, and a space-shattering scroll flew out.

"boom."

A large area of ​​space collapsed in an instant, involving many undead vampire warriors.

Facing the power of space, those undead vampire warriors had no resistance at all. Even the Holy King could only be crushed to pieces.

"snort."

With a heavy snort, Zhang Ruochen took action again.

The space was forcibly torn open, and multiple huge cracks appeared, like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth, greedily devouring the undead vampires.

"Kill, don't let anyone go."

Bao Lie shouted and rushed into the enemy camp first.

The others did not hesitate and rushed out.

With Bao Lie, Murong Yue and others taking action, the Saint King Realm experts from the Immortal Vampire Clan quickly fell away, and the remaining ones no longer posed any threat.

The undead vampires had already been killed and were so frightened that they couldn't even form a fighting formation. They just wanted to escape, but unfortunately there was no way to escape.

The outcome has already been doomed, and no more miracles are possible.

After a fierce fight, the monks of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan wiped out all the undead vampires.

There is no need to be kind to the undead vampires.

"We won, we actually won."

Many people murmured as if they were dreaming.

Facing the crazy offensives of the undead vampires, they were desperate again and again. No one thought that there would be a chance to make a comeback in the end.

"Junior sister, have you seen this? Senior brother has avenged you!"

"Grandpa, we are guarding the sword tomb, please rest in peace!"

"Father, don't worry, I will shoulder the responsibility of guarding the sword tomb from now on."

Many people in the Zhenyu Ancient Clan are crying, remembering their relatives and friends.

Although they had won, no one could laugh at all. Too many clan members had died in this battle, their homes had been reduced to ruins, and their hearts were filled with sorrow.

"Win? This is just the beginning!"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly and couldn't help but sigh.

The Kunlun Realm is now riddled with holes, and strong men from the Hell Realm are invading at all times. The war has just begun, and the future is destined to be even more cruel.

Perhaps one day, the entire Kunlun world will be destroyed. By then, I don’t know how many people will survive.