God Emperor

The dense runes gradually dissipated as Yan Zhexian's voice sounded.

"Chi!"

The seven snowy peaks in the form of ghosts melted and turned into gas.

Zhang Ruochen's body erupted with star-like light, controlling the power of the Realm of Truth and impacting the illusory formation of thousands of miles of ice.

The illusion dissipated, revealing the real scene outside the Bronze Temple.

The dim night, the icy rain, the 384-story bronze stairs, and the chaotic battle fluctuations.

"kill!"

"Bang bang."

"Boom!"

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The sounds of killing, attacking, and the collision of holy energy were intertwined.

Outside the Bronze Temple, the great sage of the Yama tribe stared at Zhang Ruochen with countless pairs of eyes, as if he wanted to eat him.

How dare you blaspheme the noble Lord Zhexian, this is a capital crime.

"Zhang Ruochen, I advise you to release Master Zhexian immediately, otherwise the monks of the Yama clan will hunt you to the ends of the earth." A great saint talisman master was so angry that his eyes were red.

"Lord Zhexian is the pearl of our Yama clan and is sacred and inviolable."

"Zhang Ruochen, you are the grandson of the bloody God of War. You have no manliness and can only be regarded as an insidious and despicable boy."

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Although the great sages of the Yama clan were furious, none of them dared to take action, so they could only curse.

Not to mention, without the blessing of runes and formations, they are no match for Zhang Ruochen. If Zhang Ruochen, this crazy gangster, is angered and actually kills Master Zhexian, who among them can bear the responsibility?

"Have you said enough? You've said enough. Get out of the way immediately. I don't want to kill you. Don't let me get more blood on my hands." Zhang Ruochen was extremely cold. He clasped Yan Zhexian's jade neck with one hand and pressed her into his arms. middle.

In the palm of the other hand, wisps of white pure fire appeared.

"Wow——"

The graceful and moving figure of Moyin flew out of a wormhole space mirror above Zhang Ruochen's head and landed outside the Bronze Temple.

His hands turned into dozens of thunderfire vines, which quickly spread out and entangled the twenty-one great holy talisman masters. The thunder and lightning and the Divine Fire of Purification on the vines instantly refined the twenty-one great holy talisman masters to the point where they lost their fighting power.

She dragged the twenty-one great holy talisman masters to her side and suspended them around her body.

Some vines wrapped around the neck; some vines wrapped around the waist; some vines pierced the chest.

This is not to say that the twenty-one great holy talisman masters are really so unbearable. The main reason is that they are not good at close combat. When they are suddenly attacked by the magic sound, they are naturally unable to resist.

Moreover, Moyin's current combat power is stronger than many Qianwenjing great saints.

How can these Talisman Masters, most of whom are still in the Immortal Realm, compare?

"It's all fresh and delicious, Monkey King. I really want to eat it all."

Moyin showed a charming and enchanting smile, staring at the restrained great saint talisman masters.

"Witch, you are looking for death."

The remaining great holy talisman masters united together and quickly drew a large talisman.

The densely packed talisman inscriptions intertwined into a Qi beast that was dozens of feet tall, releasing a cold death light, with a domineering aura and fierce eyes.

"I want to kill them, just for a moment, you'd better not force me." Moyin licked his red lips gently and smiled.

Dozens of great sage talisman masters from the Yama clan were suddenly hesitant.

Yan Zhexian never expected that the nearly two hundred great saints led by Jiang could not stop the five hundred-flag realm great perfection great saints from the Immortal Vampire Clan, allowing the Sacred Food Flower to break into this place.

If the great sage of the Yama tribe had deployed a defensive barrier, the Holy Flower of Food would never be able to open the space wormhole mirror.

Below the bronze stairs.

The Sword Prison Emperor single-handedly restrained the two Nine-Life Blood Crows and Jin, demonstrating the top-level fighting power of the Hundred Flails Realm. Every sword seemed to be able to cut through mountains and rivers and cut down stars.

Fenghou knew very well that the gods must be paying attention to this battle, so she tried her best to show the true strength of the candidate for the Goddess of Destiny.

Behind her, the Gate of Destiny bloomed with dazzling brilliance. Every ray of light was a rule of fate, suppressing the cultivation of the great saints of the Yama clan.

At the same time, she held a three-foot-long white feather.

Feathers fluttered, creating a breeze.

All the great sages of the Yama clan who were blown by the wind seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. Some of their eyes became struggling, some became blank, and some became murderous and attacked the great sages around them.

There are many great sage monks from the Yama tribe, but at this moment, they are attacking each other and are in chaos.

It is precisely in this way that Moyin can open the space wormhole mirror and meet Zhang Ruochen.

The white feather in Fenghou's hand is called "Destiny Feather". It is a treasure of destiny, and it contains a large number of divine patterns of destiny.

With the blessing of her profound knowledge of the Path of Destiny, the waving of feathers can affect the monk's spiritual will and even change some of the monk's memories.

The memories of those great saints of the Yama clan with lower cultivation levels were modified by Feng Hou using the Destiny Feather, thinking that they were members of the undead vampire clan.

This is a very terrible destiny!

After all, even if a person's body changes, as long as his memory and spirit remain unchanged, he will still be the same person.

However, if a person's memory and spirit have been changed, is he still the same person?

The power of fate is mysterious and can easily change a person. If Feng Hou's destiny is profound enough, he can turn a great saint into a weak ant by waving his destiny feather.

Or, it is possible to turn a small stone into a mountain as huge as a mountain, heavier than a hundred stars.

The great witch Tiandao who is practicing in Jin can check the Feng Queen to a certain extent, but unfortunately, he is tightly restrained by the Sword Prison Emperor, and he can only watch the great sages of the Yama clan killing each other.

In the temple.

"Uh-huh!"

The blood-red Asura sword flew out from the ancient mirror on the chest of the dragon statue.

The sword flashed.

The sword body pierced the vest of one of the five Great Perfection Saints of the Hundred Flails Realm who was besieging Que. Immediately, Greedy Baby's body rushed out of the sword, dragging the Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flails Realm and retreated to The edge of the temple gate.

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The next moment, Yan Huangtu chased him out and shouted: "Greed Baby, you can't escape."

Greedy Baby was indeed extremely weak, but he still had a ferocious smile on his face and said, "Let me leave the Yama clan's own star, otherwise, I will destroy him both physically and mentally."

Que seized the right opportunity and used a sword to evade the remaining four Great Perfection Saints in the Hundred Flails Realm. They turned into an afterimage and rushed out of the temple door.

His body became empty, rushed into the body of the seriously injured formation master, and became one with his body.

"If you want to kill me, you have to kill this formation master together." The formation master's lips opened and closed, but the sound he made was missing.

"Boom."

Thunder rumbled in the sky above.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

Yan Huangtu's mental power was released, and he had a clear understanding of the current situation.

Although the Yama Clan was completely defeated in this battle, they still had strong fighting power. If they really wanted to fight, not two of the monks who broke into the Yama Clan's home planet today would survive.

The Yama clan still has a greater chance of winning.

Yan Huangtu's eyes fell on Que and Greed Ying, both of whom were at the end of their fight.

As long as they are suppressed and killed, it will be much easier to deal with Zhang Ruochen and the immortal vampire monks.

However, if this battle continues, they will definitely be forced to die. It is unimaginable how serious the losses of the Yama clan will be.

Yama Huang Tu's eyes were sharp and as cold as an emperor, and he said: "All the monks who died in battle today are heroes of the Yama clan. I, Yama Huang Tu, promise that I will do my best to take care of your people. Your names will all be on my mind." Written on the scroll of Yama Temple."

All the monks of the Yama clan understand that Yama Huang Tu has made a decision.

There was no way he could retreat from this battle.

After this battle, there will no longer be an opponent to compete with the Yama clan on the hunting battlefield.

Whether it is for the Emperor's Holy Will Pill or for the supreme glory of the Yama clan, Yama Emperor Tu must continue to fight.

The eyes of the Yama monks who were restrained by Que, Greedy Infant, and Demonic Sound all turned dim, knowing that they had become abandoned children today.

Yan Zhexian seemed very calm, neither sad nor happy.

"As expected of the cold-blooded and ruthless Imperial Divine Bones, good, very good. Today, even if I have to be refined and die here, I will kill a group of Yama Clan great saints to be buried with them." Greedy Baby looked up to the sky and screamed, just about to plan Take action.

"stop."

A deafening sound sounded in the Bronze Temple.

Yan Wushen walked out step by step and stood not far from the Emperor of Hell's Tu. His eyes were cold and sharp, and he said: "Let them go."

The great sages of the Yama clan, who thought they were certain to die, all regained their vitality in their eyes, and all stared at Yan Wushen.

The King of Hell said: "You can't let them go. If you let the tigers return to the mountains, there will be endless troubles. Today is the best opportunity to get rid of them."

Yan Wushen turned around, looked at Yan Huangtu, and said: "The best opportunity? The great sages present are all the elites of the Yama clan for thousands of years, and are the pillars of the future of the Yama clan. They sacrificed a large number of the elites of the Yama clan in exchange for Victory, what’s the best chance?”

"The Yama clan cannot accept today's humiliation. If they want to win back their glory, they must make sacrifices." Yama Emperor Tu said.

Yan Wushen said: "We should be responsible for today's shame, rather than sacrificing them and letting them bear it."

Yan Huangtu stared at him deeply, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Yan Wushen looked away, his tone a little softer, and said: "Now, many great sages of the Yama clan are seriously injured and their lives are in danger. Our first priority is to save people."

"The Huntian battlefield is not a life-and-death battlefield, and it does not necessarily mean a fight to the death. It is not worth sacrificing too much just to fight for a breath, or for a moment of honor and disgrace."

"The Yama clan has sat in the position of the supreme clan for too long. Many monks think that they are really supreme. Today's humiliation can be regarded as a lesson for all of us. From now on, if you know your shame and then be brave, you will lose the glory To get it back is the real honor.”

The leader of this generation of monks from the Yama clan has always been Yama Emperor Tu.

Therefore, everyone looked up to him.

Although Yan Wushen is not much different in age from Yan Huangtu, he has stayed in the Holy King Realm for too long and has the reputation of being a genius. After all, his strength is far behind.

Moreover, Yan Wushen practiced hard on his own most of the time and rarely interfered in the internal affairs of the Yama clan.

Until today, when Yan Wushen and Yan Huangtu had different opinions and fought against each other, many monks from the Yama tribe saw a kingly aura in Yan Wushen.

The Yama clan is no longer dominated by one person, but has two unparalleled prides.

"Okay! This is your decision. If the Yama clan fails in the Battle of Hunting Sky, you will bear full responsibility." Yama Huang Tu said.

"I will take all responsibility for the decision I made, no matter the outcome."

Yan Wushen glanced at Xiang Que, Gu Ying, Zhang Ruochen and others, and said, "You can go!"

The battle on the bronze stairs stopped.

All the great sages of the Yama tribe retreated one after another.

Que, Greed Ying, Zhang Ruochen, and Moyin all held the Great Sage of the Yama Clan in their hands, and together with Feng Hou, Sword Prison Emperor, Da Sen Luo Emperor, and Yue Tinghai, they left the Arctic Glacier Continent and immediately flew out of the Yama Clan itself. The star’s atmosphere and star-protecting array.

Zhang Ruochen walked with the monks of the Immortal Vampire Clan.

He turned to Fenghou and asked, "Have the arrangements been made on the planet of the Yama clan?"

"Don't worry, they are just a group of Yama Luo tribe members with low cultivation level. I can kill them with just a few tricks." Feng Hou said with a smile.

Flying thousands of miles in the void of the universe, the monks of the Yama clan did not catch up.

Demonic Sound still used vines to wrap around the twenty-one great holy talisman masters, and said with a smile: "Master, since the monks of the Yama tribe are not chasing after me, why not reward them to me and be my nourishment."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "Forget it! Killing the great sage of the Yama clan will not only deduct a lot of points. It will also form a deadly feud that cannot be resolved. There is no need to do this. Yan Wushen is right in what he said. , The battle of Huntian is not a battlefield of life and death, the gods will not care about the life and death of these elite saints. "

Moyin was slightly disappointed and let go of the twenty-one great holy talisman masters.

Zhang Ruochen sealed Yan Zhexian's spiritual power, pushed her back with his palm, and sent her to the twenty-one great saint talisman masters.

Immediately, he took out the green pen, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. There was a trace of Yan Zhexian's body fragrance on it, and said: "This pen is a gift from you. We will see you later."

Zhang Ruochen used the Great Space Teleport and brought everyone hundreds of miles away in an instant.

Yan Zhexian was so angry that he stared at Zhang Ruochen and others who were escaping in the distance, and said: "Shameless people, next time we meet, I will become stronger. I will definitely chop off your hand and cut off your tongue."

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Greedy Baby took the Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flails realm and flew out from behind the star of the Yama clan, opened his mouth, and swallowed him in one gulp. Then, he merged with the Asura Sword and turned into a bloody stream of light, rushing into the six-color star mist.

He was too seriously injured, and only by devouring the Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flails Realm could he regain his fighting strength as soon as possible.

Yan Wushen stood above the atmosphere of the Yan Luo tribe's own star, pointed in the direction of the Asura sword, and said: "Within ten days, I will definitely go to the Shura tribe's home star and flatten your Green Deer Temple. From now on, , I will kill every monk in the Qinglu Temple.”

A large number of blood-eating insects flew out from the ground of the Yama Clan's own star, sucking countless Yama Clan members into mummies.

It is the means left behind by the wind.