God Emperor

It was no secret that Yan Wushen invited Zhang Ruochen. The moment the Kowloon chariot drove into Jiayin City, the news spread among the major forces.

Everyone knows that Yan Wushen and Zhang Ruochen are the top heroes of this era, and there will definitely be a peak competition between the two.

It may mean victory or defeat, or life and death.

Their gathering this time seemed intriguing.

At the same time, a wonderful battle broke out at the night banquet of the ten major tribes hosted by the Huangtian tribe.

Emperor Yu faced off against "Yue Tinghai", a Dzogchen master from the Jingtian Tribe who was in the Hundred-flag Realm. He defeated him with strong and fierce means and cut off his right arm, avenging his previous humiliation.

Some people suspect that Emperor Yu has not only reached the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm, but has also cultivated the third level of Holy Will.

Otherwise, Yue Tinghai would not have been defeated so miserably and would have almost no power to fight back.

At this point, the position of the most powerful person in the Immortal Vampire Clan has become a battle between the three strongest men, Sword Prison Emperor, Feng Queen, and Yu Emperor.

When the news came out, the monks from the ten tribes were all shocked.

The strength of the undead vampire clan has officially entered the forefront among the ten clans.

However, what puzzled countless monks was that Emperor Yu, with such a powerful cultivation, was not the leader of the Blood Sky Tribe. As a result, Zhang Ruochen, who was attending an appointment at Wushen Temple, attracted greater attention.

Over the night sky, the clouds surged, showing six different colors.

That was the light emitted by the six-colored star mist in the Forest of No Return.

"Boom."

Along with a deafening thunder, six-colored rain fell from the sky, dripping and dripping, falling on the eaves tiles, like bead curtains, like tears from the sky.

Prajna stood in the pavilion, dressed in white like snow, with long silk hair swaying in the wind, stretching out a slender jade-like hand, catching the raindrops, while looking towards the direction of Jiayin City.

Beside her, stood a slender flaming figure. If you look carefully, you will see that it is a woman.

Her name is Huo Mei Yin Ji, and she belongs to the dead race.

"Are you taking Zhang Ruochen too seriously?" Huo Mei Yin Ji showed a look of confusion and disdain.

Prajna's eyes were as still as water, and he said: "It's not that I value him, it's the Yama clan that values ​​him. Why should we despise an opponent who can be valued so much by the Yama clan? If Feng Hou gets his support, we will have to guard against him. "

"Da da."

Wujiang walked over with a blue paper umbrella in hand. Under the light, a long shadow was cast on the ground and said, "It is still unknown whether Zhang Ruochen can walk out of Wushen Temple."

Huo Mei Yin Ji stared at him, and when she saw that handsome face, a different look appeared in her eyes, and said: "I heard that Yan Wushen embarked on a path of cultivating Buddhism, and with the help of a The ancient relics have been refined to the extreme with the help of the sacred weapon Ten Thousand Buddhas Lighting Lamp, which can be called the body of a half-Buddha. It would be more difficult for Zhang Ruochen to walk out of the Wushu Temple alive than to ascend to heaven."

"The rain is too fast and the wind is too cold. Let's go back first! Zhang Ruochen does not pose any threat until he breaks the first shackles."

Wujiang crossed Huomei Yinji, walked to Prajna's side, held the umbrella over, covering the wind that drifted in, and also covered the rain falling into Prajna's hands. Prajna could not help but frown, and the depth of his pupils appeared. A hint of displeasure.

At this moment, a shadow appeared in the rain curtain, knelt down on one knee and said: "Report to His Highness Prajna, Zhang Ruochen walked out of Wushen Temple."

Prajna's eyes were sparkling, and a beautiful and unparalleled smile appeared on his pale face, saying: "In his home court, Yan Wushen couldn't keep Zhang Ruochen. In a confrontation, Zhang Ruochen has already won. With one Yuhuang and another Zhang Ruochen, the Blood Sky tribe is really interesting this time, with surprises everywhere."

There was a cold glint in Wujiang's eyes, and he said, "I'll go meet him for a while."

Before the voice fell, his figure had already disappeared into the pavilion.

In the hand of Huo Mei Yinji, she grabbed the blue paper umbrella that Wujiang was holding just now, and said: "Fighting is prohibited in Hanye City. Isn't he afraid of breaking the rules?"

"Don't worry, they all know how to fight within the rules."

Prajna's hand was still spread out in the rain, feeling the coldness of the raindrops carefully. The palm of his hand looked colorful, like a painting made of splashed ink.

Raindrops begin in the sky and end in her hands, completing their life.

This is its life's destiny!

"them?"

A surprised look appeared on Huo Mei Yin Ji's face.

The word "them" definitely cannot represent Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen. Are there other forces that are also preparing to attack Zhang Ruochen?

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Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen drank three glasses of wine before getting up and leaving.

After dragging the Blood-Crying Sage out of the space trap, Zhang Ruochen took the first step out of the Wushu Temple. Flames were burning all over his body, exuding the fragrance of flowers and wine, his hair was reddish gold, and he made a "chichi" sound under his feet.

As soon as they walked out of the palace, strange flowers were growing on the ground in the garden, and petals were flying in the sky.

The monks guarding Wushen Temple retreated one after another, all of them extremely surprised.

The Bloody Sage was both depressed and extremely curious. Did Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen break out into a fight? Who among them wins and who loses?

He wanted to ask, but when he saw that Zhang Ruochen was in a very strange state, he restrained himself.

"Go back to Hanhai Manor."

Entering the Nine Dragon Chariot, Zhang Ruochen gave these instructions.

As the roar of Kowloon sounded, the chariot rushed out of Hanye City and drove on the streets.

In the chariot, Lian Xi had already walked down from the bed. She was dressed in purple, with a waist as slim as a willow and hair as smooth as flowing clouds. She sniffed lightly with her Qiong nose, looked at Zhang Ruochen who seemed to be in extreme pain, and said, "You drink." A very strong drink?”

"Twelve flowers bloom."

Zhang Ruochen clasped his hands together and went all out to run the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra" to refine the wine power contained in the twelve blooming flowers.

Although Yan Wushen was testing his depth, the twelve blooming flowers were indeed a rare treasure. They had an extraordinary effect on tempering the body and breaking the shackles.

The fact that Yan Wushen was able to take out this wine and taste it with Zhang Ruochen showed that he was by no means a stingy and narrow-minded person.

Chi Kunlun staying by his side may not be a bad thing.

Lian Xi frowned and said: "You know that there are huge hidden dangers in your body. No matter whether it is a million times more masculine energy, Yan Shen's legs, three dragons and three elephants, they will all come back to bite you. How dare you swallow it? Drinking wine with flaming properties?”

"Are you concerned about me?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Ling Xi said: "I'm just afraid that you will come to torture me again. Or, you will suffer backlash and die, and I will lose the best place to live in the hell world."

Zhang Ruochen stared at her with a strange look and said, "It seems that you have thought clearly and understand your situation. This is a good thing."

"I just hope you can agree. If you go to the merit battlefield in the future, you can let me go." Lian Xi said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Do you still want to go back to heaven? Can you go back?"

"You don't have to worry about this! As long as you promise me, I promise you that from now on in the hell world, I will listen to you and be your most obedient maid." Lian Xi said.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and said, "Okay! There is no use keeping a woman whose heart is not with me. I will help you leave whenever you want."

After being able to get Zhang Ruochen's promise, Lian Xi was completely relieved. Seeing that the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, she asked, "How can I help you?"

"With your cultivation, how can you help me?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.

Ling Xi showed a hesitant and gentle look, and approached her. Just as she was about to make a move, Zhang Ruochen pushed her away and said: "I will rely on my own body to slowly digest the power of twelve flowers, and use its power." , melt the shackles in my body, I will remember your intention!"

"Crash."

The Blood-Crying Great Sage sat outside the car and looked at the deserted streets. He felt a strong doubt in his heart and became vigilant.

In the hell world, there is actually no difference between day and night. They are equally lively. Even if it rains, it should not be so quiet.

Suddenly, the Kowloon chariot stopped.

Ling Xi's beautiful hand lifted the car curtain and asked: "What's going on..."

She was surprised to find that the Bloody Sage, who had broken seventy-two shackles, was not sitting in the car at all, but disappeared silently. A layer of pink fog appeared on the street ahead.

With her strong mental power, she could feel the space in the pink mist stretching.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and rushed towards the Kowloon Chariot, swallowing up the surrounding buildings and streets.

Finally, Ling Xi's vision turned completely pink.

An uneasy feeling arose in her heart.

In the fog, a joking laughter sounded: "The Shadowless Fairy in the "Nine Immortals of Beauty" in Heaven actually came to the hell world and became Zhang Ruochen's maid. Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this?"

In the pink mist, a carriage appeared out of thin air, only ten feet away from the Kowloon chariot. The driver was a humanoid skeleton, with only the face covered with flesh and blood.

The laughter just now came from the frame.

Ling Xi stared at the skeleton coachman and took a breath.

The coachman's intact face was exactly the same as the Blood-Crying Monkey King.

Could it be that at that moment, the Blood-Crying Great Sage had been silently killed by the other party and turned into a skeleton?

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and released his mental power.

However, as soon as the mental power came into contact with the pink mist, it was eroded, making it impossible to detect the opponent's reality.

At this moment, a ghostly mist appeared behind the Kowloon chariot, and a black carriage parked there. In the car, a hearty laugh came out: "Don't you feel humiliated to be Zhang Ruochen's maid? Fairy Wuying, this matter has nothing to do with you, please leave immediately."

The three carriages stopped in a straight line, and the Kowloon chariot was blocked in the middle.

Ling Xi knew very well that if she left Zhang Ruochen, she would only become a prisoner of the next monk in the hell world. By then, the situation would be even more difficult than now.

"Who are you? Don't you know that fighting and killing are prohibited in Hanye City?" Lian Xi asked.

Zhang Ruochen sat in the car and said: "The backgrounds of the two of them are quite remarkable. One is one of the three candidate goddesses of the Destiny Temple, the Great Sage Yanhong. The other is the seventh son of the Ghost Lord, Ji, both of them are hundred. One of the top ten existences in the Dzogchen Realm.”

Ling Xi's face instantly turned pale.

She had known for a long time that Zhang Ruochen had enemies all over the hell world. However, it was unexpected that two such terrifying and powerful enemies came at once.

How to break the situation next?

Since the other party killed the Blood-Crying Great Sage, it means that it is by no means as simple as testing and intimidation.

In the frame of the car in front, the voice of the Great Sage Yanhong sounded, "Covered by my mist, you have lost your mental perception, and you can still judge the identity of this saint immediately. It seems to Zhang Ruochen that during this period, you In Hanhai Manor, it’s not just about making love with Fairy Wuying.”

In the carriage behind, Xu said: "You have never seen me, but you can recognize me. How do you do it?"

"Because you have always been my enemy that I take very seriously, and I know everything about you by heart."

When Zhang Ruochen said this, he read one word: "Broken."

The Divine Fire of Purification surged out from the Nine Dragon Chariot and spread out like white clouds, burning the pink mist until it disappeared, breaking the illusion.

The appearance of the skeleton coachman no longer looked like that of the Blood-Crying Great Sage. Instead, he was wearing a bamboo hat and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

"It turns out it was all an illusion. The purpose of that Yanhong Great Sage must be to scare us." Liao Xi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the real Blood-Crying Great Sage was entangled in silk-like pink mist threads, as if wrapped in a blood cocoon, unable to break free no matter what.

If the Great Sage Yanhong really dares to blatantly kill the Great Sage Xuewei in Hanye City, he will definitely offend the Blood God of War, and the Temple of Destiny will not be able to save her.

As the Divine Fire of Purification burned over, the threads of pink mist dispersed, and the Blood-Crying Great Sage escaped from the trap and quickly retreated to the side of the Nine Dragon Chariot.

His heart was extremely depressed.

I thought that by breaking the seventy-two shackles, I would be promoted to the level of a top master in the Hundred Shackles Realm. Unexpectedly, just accompanying Zhang Ruochen to a banquet, he suffered two blows.

There is such a huge gap between him and the powerful man who is in the Great Perfection of Baiyong Realm.

"Bang dong!"

"Bang dong!"

The wheels of the front and rear frames slowly rotated and drove towards the Kowloon chariot.

Every time you advance one foot, the space will be compressed.

The space in the front and back directions seemed to turn into two invisible walls, slowly moving in. The Kowloon chariot was pressed in place and unable to move, and all the stone slabs on the street were cracked.

"Bang bang."

There were nine explosions, and the nine dragon souls pulling the cart couldn't bear the squeeze of space, so they exploded and retreated back into the interior of the chariot.

However, the Blood-Crying Great Sage and Lian Xi were unable to retreat and could only rely on their own cultivation to bear the impact of space squeeze.

After the Nine Dragon Chariot was reforged, it was very close to the king's sacred weapon. However, when the front and rear carriages moved within ten feet, the chariot made a "squeaking" sound, and cracks appeared in some places. .