God Emperor

In the Bronze Temple, the statues of dragons stand on the central altar.

A subtle spatial fluctuation appeared in the ancient mirror on the chest of the statue.

"Wow——"

A speck of light flew out from the mirror.

The light spot fell to the ground and turned into Zhang Ruochen's figure.

As soon as the body appeared, the runes in all directions were activated, forming a sea of ​​flowers in the small space in the temple.

The sea of ​​flowers is colorful and beautiful.

On the ground, it was colorful. In the air, petals are flying like rain.

"Uh-huh!"

A petal flew past Zhang Ruochen's cheek.

The petals were sharper than the blade, breaking through his body-protecting holy energy and the demigod's body's skin defense, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his face.

A drop of the Great Sage's blood flowed from the wound.

"What a powerful rune. It's just a petal. It's more powerful than a sword struck by some great sage with all his strength."

Zhang Ruochen immediately propped up the space true domain and controlled the size of the true domain to one foot in diameter to form the strongest defensive force.

At the same time, the blood evil energy in his body surged out from his pores crazily.

The true space of one foot in diameter was illuminated by the blood light, as if it had turned into a huge blood-colored fetal egg. The light spread from the copper temple to the outside of the temple.

…

Under the Sleeping Buddha Mountain, there is a dark area.

The five masters of the Immortal Vampire Clan all felt the powerful fluctuations of the holy path coming from the top of the mountain. They knew that something big must happen, and their nerves became tense.

Suddenly, the bronze temple, which was originally emitting golden light, bloomed with a dazzling blood light.

Emperor Dasen Luo showed a look of joy and said: "This is Lord Ruochen's signal. Hurry up and take action together. We should cooperate inside and outside to break the layout of the Yama clan."

Seeing the bloody light coming from the temple, the faces of Sword Prison Emperor and Feng Hou showed a look of surprise and surprise, and their evaluation of Zhang Ruochen rose to a higher level.

He was able to escape despite fighting against such powerful men as Que, Greed Ying, and Yan Huangtu. Does this mean that Zhang Ruochen already has the fighting power to compete with them?

Yue Tinghai's expression changed again and again, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he realized that his mind was indeed far behind. He was not as sophisticated and deep as the Sword Prison Emperor, nor as watertight as Feng Hou. He was still too impulsive in doing things and speaking.

"Take action and attack the Bronze Temple."

When Yue Tinghai shouted this sentence, Emperor Dasen Luo had already opened the Ice Wood Divine Bow and shot out an arrow.

"Pfft."

The sacred wood arrow dragged out a light tail of more than a hundred meters long and hit an Immortal Realm Great Sage outside the Bronze Temple, piercing his body and leaving a bloody hole the size of a basin.

He was severely injured in an instant and lost his combat effectiveness.

Moyin's movements were as fast as a ghost's. He climbed up the Sleeping Buddha Mountain and came to the bottom of the 384 bronze steps. A pair of snow-white jade hands pressed against the ground.

"Swish."

The ten fingers turned into ten thunder and lightning wisterias, rushing up the stairs and wrapping around the ten great sages of the Yama clan.

After a series of screams, the ten great sages of the Yama clan were all chopped into charcoal by lightning.

Ten lightning vines rose into the sky, throwing them away and falling down the mountain.

"Enemy attack!"

"There is a strong enemy attacking from the bottom of the mountain."

…

Above the bronze stairs, there was chaos.

The great saints of the Yama tribe were all focused on the temple. How could they have expected that an enemy would attack from behind?

As Feng Hou, Sword Prison Emperor, and Yue Tinghai joined the battle, the 198 great sages of the Yama tribe formed a combined attack formation. They were quickly beaten to pieces, and they could only defend with difficulty. .

The great sages of the Yama tribe were all extremely depressed.

If they were not attacked by a surprise attack but faced a head-on confrontation, no matter how powerful Feng Hou, Sword Prison Emperor, and Eater Saint Flower were, they would definitely not be able to do well in the face of their combined attack formations, and they would not be able to be broken through as easily as they are now.

…

In the Temple of Destiny, all the gods are paying attention to the Dragon Bronze Temple.

It's a pity that they can't peek into the golden world opened up by the Swastika Qinglong. They don't know what's going on inside, so they can only make various speculations and calculations.

Zhang Ruochen was the first to return to the Bronze Temple, exceeding the predictions of most gods.

"This junior's cultivation level has improved a lot. Could it be that he can also get a share of the opportunity of the Yama clan's own star?"

"Have you sensed that Zhang Ruochen has the aura of the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill on his body?"

…

Even though the gods have a deep state of mind and a wide range of knowledge, they are all surprised and confused at this moment.

I can't figure it out at all, how Zhang Ruochen took the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill away from Que's hand?

Luo Yan frowned, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and said, "It's incredible. This boy from the Xuejue family is indeed very interesting. Things that are obviously impossible have become possible with him."

Tianyin's temperament was gentle and charming, and she said elegantly: "If Zhang Ruochen can keep the Emperor's Holy Intention Pill and fight his way out of the siege, there will definitely be an even greater transformation. By then, the pattern on the Huntian battlefield will definitely change. "

"Whether you can break out of the siege and escape from the Yama clan is indeed a bigger test." Luo Yan nodded.

There is a dragnet in front of you, and a powerful enemy is chasing you behind.

From Luo Yan's point of view, even if Zhang Ruochen was given twice as much combat power, it would not be easy for him to break the situation. The key still depends on whether the other great saints of the Immortal Vampire Clan can exert extraordinary power.

All the gods from the ten major tribes of the Immortal Blood Tribe gathered together and paid close attention to the star of the Yama Tribe.

They knew very well that this battle would play a key role in whether the Immortal Vampire Clan could overwhelm the Yama Clan and seize the top spot among the ten clans on the Huntian Battlefield.

"If this god was young, at this moment, he must have used the forbidden technique to burn his blood and use the most powerful force to paralyze the first layer of power composed of one hundred and ninety-eight great saints of the Yama clan."

"Then, kill the bronze stairs and destroy the formations and talisman patterns from the outside. Killing a group of formation mages and talisman masters is like chopping melons and vegetables, not to mention how easy it is."

"You see, those juniors are obviously far more powerful than the great sages of the Yama clan, but they are beaten weakly and have no momentum at all. If I were at their age, I would have washed them with the blood of the great sages of the Yama clan. land."

A god from the Huangtian tribe was very anxious when he saw it. He covered his head and beat his chest. He almost wished he could kill himself on the battlefield.

This crucial battle is too important for the undead vampires.

"In the temple, there are hundreds of great saint talisman masters and formation masters of the Yama tribe. With all the means deployed, Zhang Ruochen cannot hold on for long. If Fenghou and Sword Prison Emperor cannot attack the talisman masters and formation masters of the Yama tribe from the outside in time, The mage poses a threat. Today, the undead vampire clan may be completely defeated and the whole army will be wiped out," said an old man at the level of a powerful clan leader.

The god of the Huangtian tribe began to yell again: "Burn the holy blood quickly, cast forbidden skills quickly, fight quickly, fight like hell, what a bullshit supreme clan, trample them underfoot."

The gods of the immortal blood clan all rolled their eyes.

Who would burn the holy blood to fight when it comes to life and death?

Not everyone is as crazy as you. It is simply a miracle that a lunatic like you can live to cultivate to the divine realm.

"The talents of Sword Prison Emperor and Feng Queen are indeed pretty good, but it's a pity that they don't know how to seize the opportunity. Even if they don't burn the holy blood, they should still use their trump card, right? At this time, why are they still hiding it?" Huang Tian Tribe The god was holding his chest, looking like his liver ached.

In fact, Sword Prison Emperor, Feng Hou, Mo Yin, including Yue Tinghai, have all gone all out to attack and kill upwards.

However, there are too many great saints from the Yama tribe. Although they were attacked by them in a wave and defeated dozens of them, there are still more than a hundred great saints left. Under the leadership of Jiang and more than ten hundred flail realm powerhouses, Down, quickly stabilized the formation.

Jin was wearing a large black robe, holding an ebony staff, with a delicate face, and said condescendingly: "King Sword Prisoner, you dare to break into the Yama clan's own star, are you here to die?"

The Sword Prison Emperor slashed away the four great saints of the Yama clan with one blow, then climbed up a few steps and laughed: "How dare a weakling ranked thirteenth to say that I am here to die?"

Jin's expression remained unchanged and his voice became colder: "Okay! Let me see if your knife is as tough as your mouth."

He raised his ebony staff above his head and uttered a series of ancient spells.

The black light emitted by the ebony staff is like thin threads, extending to endless and distant places.

"Quack!"

In the darkness, a shrill crow sounded.

Two nine-life blood crows, covered in blood red, released an aura comparable to the Qianwenjing Great Sage level, and attacked the Sword Prison Emperor at the same time.

What Jin used was soul-catching in witchcraft.

To capture souls and control all spirits.

Although the fighting power of the Nine-Life Blood Crow is powerful, its wisdom and will are far inferior to that of the Qianwenjing Great Sage, so Jin can control two of them with his sixty-fifth level mental power.

As the Sword Prison Emperor was restrained by the two Nine-Life Blood Crows, the battle outside the Bronze Temple became more intense.

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Yan Zhexian and sixty-one great saint talisman masters guarded the only exit of the Bronze Temple, the temple gate.

Dozens of Great Holy Array mages were sitting in the four directions of the Bronze Temple, each releasing their spiritual power to push the three ninth-grade formations to their extreme. Among them, there are three formation masters.

In the temple.

The "Flower Dance in the World" talisman complemented the three ninth-grade formations, suppressing Zhang Ruochen to the point where he could only passively defend and could not even move a step.

Petals, like rain, kept flowing towards Zhang Ruochen.

There are three ninth-grade formations, two of which are offensive formations, which are condensed into eighty-one holy swords and an formation beast whose combat power reaches the peak of Qianwen Realm.

After only resisting for a few breaths, Zhang Ruochen's body was already stained with blood and there were as many as twenty-seven wounds.

Fortunately, the vital part was avoided and the wounds were very shallow.

"The Yama clan has really spent a lot of money. Even if I, Greedy Baby, and Que are not injured and are all in peak condition, it will not be easy to break through the runes and formations in the Bronze Temple."

In Zhang Ruochen's view, the dangers here could threaten the life of the great sage in the realm of death.

We can only hope that Moyin and Sword Prison Emperor can attack from the outside as soon as possible.

It is obviously much easier to break the formation from the outside in.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen did not place all his hopes on others, and his mind was running quickly, thinking of ways to break the situation.

"Go back first."

Zhang Ruochen was about to rush towards the ancient mirror on the chest of the bronze statue of Long Zhong, but a figure flew out of the ancient mirror first and took the form of Yan Wushen.

"This time it's even more troublesome. It's true that misfortunes never come singly."

Zhang Ruochen changed his mind, formed a palm with the five fingers of his right hand, and attacked Yan Wushen with one palm.

Yan Wushen obviously did not expect such a situation in the Bronze Temple.

He immediately activated his nine-foot-six golden body and fought with Zhang Ruochen. Strong power burst out from their palms, shattering a large number of talismans.

The petals disappeared one by one.

"Zhang Ruochen, you have no way out. Give me the Emperor's Holy Intent Pill and I will give you a fair chance to fight."

After three confrontations with Zhang Ruochen, there was no real winner, which has become an obsession in Yan Wushen's heart.

If this obsession is not broken, it will affect Yan Wushen's cultivation state of mind.

Zhang Ruochen didn't answer him, and moved his body to the right like lightning.

The formation beast that was chasing behind Zhang Ruochen suddenly became full of momentum and charged towards Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen knew that he was being plotted by Zhang Ruochen again, so he had no choice but to hold up a pair of giant golden arms and strike at the formation beast.

The attack of the formation beast was so powerful that even with Yan Wushen's strength, he was knocked backwards by the impact, and his body was pressed against the wall of the Bronze Temple.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen threw out a drop of dark space-time matter, and then, his body turned into a golden light and rushed into the ancient mirror on the chest of the bronze statue of Long Zhong.

"Boom."

The dark space-time matter was detonated, and the tyrannical forces of darkness, time, and space spread out, filling the entire Bronze Temple, destroying a large number of runes and formation inscriptions.

There was even a strong force surging out from the temple door.

At this time, Zhang Ruochen returned to the golden world where the swastika Qinglong was.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he saw his body covered in tatters and tatters, rushing over with a Shadow Pill sword in hand.

Que's speed was extremely fast, and his flight path was like a black line, passing Zhang Ruochen, rushing into the water-marked light curtain, and heading to the Bronze Temple.

"He is worthy of being number one on the Hundred Flails Realm Great Perfection Ranking. He has already suffered such serious injuries, but he is still able to break through the Immortal Formation and escape from the hands of the Eight Sons of Life and Death." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

The Eight Sons of Life and Death followed closely.

Zhang Ruochen secretly deduced that the destructive power of the dark space-time material had been exhausted, so he turned around and rushed into the water pattern light curtain again.

"Wow!"

Returning to the Bronze Temple, Zhang Ruochen found that the originally small space in the temple had become pitch black, his vision was greatly affected, and he could hardly see anything.

It is caused by the remnants of dark space-time matter.

The energy fluctuations in the temple are extremely chaotic and difficult to detect even with mental power.

Zhang Ruochen had no time to check whether Yan Wushen was killed by the dark space-time substance, nor did he have time to find where Que was hiding. He immediately propped up the true space, virtual time domain, and truth realm, and ambush above the heads of the bronze statues of the dragons. His eyes were fixed on the ancient mirror on the chest of the bronze statue.

After a while.

The mirror surface of the ancient mirror shows spatial fluctuations.

One of the Eight Sons of Life and Death was the first to rush out.

Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to take action, the Great Sage of the Hundred Flail Realm, one of the Eight Sons of Life and Death, was struck through the head by the Shadow Pill Sword. Blood spattered and dyed the bronze statue red.

The next moment, the Yingdan Sword flew back into Que's hand, and beheaded another of the eight living and dead men who rushed out of the ancient mirror.