God Emperor

The desert formation world was destroyed, and the white mist in the lakeside garden in Ji Feng Sheng Mansion dispersed, revealing pavilions and pavilions.

The undead Shisha stepped through the wall of the Holy Palace, stepped on the inscriptions of the Great Saint densely covered on the ground, and surrounded the nine lines of witches and horses in the center.

A piece of talisman flew up at the edge of the Holy Palace, intertwining with spider web-like talisman patterns, sealing the space.

The person who controls the talisman is Wusha among the ten brakes.

She wears a wide black robe and has long black thick hair, but has no body. In the black robe, there was only a mist and a pair of blood-red eyes.

Without the cover of multiple spatial sleeves and formations, the holy power that erupted from the Mecha-Sealed Holy Mansion immediately shocked the entire Goddess City. Countless monks with lower cultivation levels couldn't help but tremble and knelt on the ground.

The Goddess Tower is located in the center of the Goddess City, with palaces and gardens connected to it.

This was a lively and prosperous place, but in an instant it became completely silent.

Whether they were the distinguished guests who came to the Goddess Tower to have fun or the pretty women, they all felt the soul-shocking power of death emanating from the undead Shisha, like the cold air in winter, cooling down their whole bodies.

The fifth son of the Ghost Lord, Mio, pushed open the carved purple wooden window and looked in the direction of Ji Feng Sheng Mansion.

I saw that the area was covered by eight hundred shining talismans, wrapped into a bowl shape.

Mio's heart was shaken, and she thought: "The ten souls of the Death Palace are actually dispatched at the same time, which is unheard of, unheard of..."

"Are the Ten Shas of the Undead very powerful? Can they be compared to the King of Hell Tu and Wujiang, or a top powerhouse like Zhang Ruochen?" Next to him, a beautiful girl in the semi-saint realm asked curiously.

There was a touch of sarcasm in Mio's eyes, and he said: "Your knowledge is too shallow. You can only see the monks on the battlefield of Huntian. But you don't know that they can only be regarded as the best representatives of this thousand years. A thousand years, for the great sage, , it’s still a bit too short.”

The lifespan of a human semi-saint is only two to three hundred years.

The lifespan of the semi-saints of the immortal vampires and Rakshasa tribes is longer, but it is difficult for them to exceed five hundred years.

With the age and cultivation of the Semi-Saint, naturally the only people he could see and hear about were people within a thousand years. This half-saint beauty didn't even know Mio's identity or cultivation, she only knew that he was a great person.

Morning bacteria don’t know Hui Shuo, and worms don’t know Spring and Autumn.

"The King of Hell and Wujiang you mentioned may not be qualified to fight against the Ten Chas of the Undead after practicing for another five hundred years. Zhang Ruochen... he is the master of time, so he may be faster!"

Even though Mio's cultivation has reached the supreme realm, her eyes are still extremely solemn when she mentions the Ten Moments of the Undead.

The Ten Immortals of the Undead were cultivated by the Palace of Death at the expense of countless resources. They were born only for killing. On the battlefield of merit, they were an existence that the great sages of the heavens and worlds feared.

Even for just a moment, it is difficult to meet an opponent in the divine realm.

It would be unthinkable for the ten of them to take action together.

"Wuma Jiuxing is indeed a representative figure of the Yuanhui in the Dark World. Unfortunately, he made a fatal mistake. How can he challenge the authority of the Temple of Destiny? If he was not injured, he might have a chance to escape. But now...he has only one way to go, to break through the divine realm and overcome the divine tribulation. But what is the chance of success in overcoming the tribulation while being injured? "

Mio shook her head slightly and sighed for Wu Ma Jiuxing.

Wuma Jiuxing is a strong man who dares to declare war on the Temple of Destiny. He has the courage that other supreme saints do not have, and the desire to challenge the impossible.

One sword cuts through eternity, and one sword strikes destiny.

He is a man of great will who has practiced the art of swordsmanship to the extreme.

Even if he dies today, he will definitely be remembered by many monks. But his unstoppable spirit and unyielding fighting spirit made Mio feel ashamed.

…

Bai Qing'er took the opportunity to seal the saints of the Holy Mansion and escaped immediately without being trapped by the Shisha of the Undead.

Shang Yue's face turned as white as paper and said: "Master, what should we do now? Why did the Shisha of the Dead come to the Goddess City? Could it be..."

She really wanted to know if she would destroy the Goddess Tower on Ice King by the way.

However, when the words came to his lips, they never came out.

The other great sages present also had the same worries, and their hearts were heavy.

The appearance of the Ten Chas of the Undead is more terrifying than being surrounded and suppressed by millions of holy troops.

Although the black-robed high priest of Death has a close relationship with the Goddess Tower, the High Priest alone does not have the final say in the Palace of Death. To be able to make the undead move out together is probably because of the personal order of a certain god from the Death Palace.

Bai Qing'er said: "You don't have to focus on this, catching Zhang Ruochen is the main business. Shang Xia, you go to the Goddess Tower immediately and ask all the formation masters and spiritual masters to dispatch the formations in the Goddess City. , the Great Sage Inscription and the Divine Mark are activated and no monks are allowed to leave the city.”

"The rest of the monks are chasing Zhang Ruochen throughout the city."

"yes!"

All the monks responded in unison.

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The machine was sealed in the Holy Mansion.

Nine lines of witches and horses hold bronze sabers. People and the sword are in harmony, the sword and the sky are in union, the sky and the earth are in union, and the earth and the people are in union.

Man, sword, heaven, and earth are all integrated into one.

At this moment, he seemed to be uninjured, his aura had reached its peak, and the sun, moon, and stars were rotating around him. He was like a god, turning into the heart of stars and the heart of heaven and earth.

"It's a good time. I can borrow your blood and soul to reopen the blade facing the sky." Wuma Jiuxing's momentum increased again.

Yingtian is the name of the knife in his hand.

Welcome the sky, break the sun and moon, cut off the eternity.

The way of the sword is not the way of Henggu, but in Wuma Jiuxing's view, everyone who practices swordsmanship should have the determination and confidence to cut off Henggu.

If the ancient rules are not broken, how can new rules be established?

"Gate of Destiny!"

"Gate of Destiny!"

"Gate of Destiny!"

…

Voices sounded one after another, and Shisha took action at the same time.

In the ten directions of the Nine Elements of Wuma, gates of destiny emerged one after another, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

Ten gates of destiny, each light is a rule of destiny.

I don't know how many billions of destiny rules rushed into the realm of absolute rules of Wu Ma Jiu Xing, overwhelming the rules of the sword, and destroying his whole sword.

Thousands of feet, nine hundred feet, eight hundred feet...

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Two hundred feet, one hundred feet...

The realm of absolute rules of Wu Ma Jiu Xing is constantly being dismantled, and the light of destiny is about to shine on him and rush into his body.

"Accept the judgment of fate. Under the light of fate, all rebellion will be punished." Yusha's twelve wings spread out, and under the reflection of the Gate of Destiny behind him, the divine feathers became whiter.

As if made of silver, as if washed by light.

Wu Ma Jiuxing looked up to the sky and laughed: "Judge me? Have I done anything wrong? How many heavenly saints have I killed on the battlefield of merit? You just want to save the face of the Temple of Destiny by killing me. The weak will eat the strong. , I admit it. But, don’t accuse me of unreasonable charges, I will kill anyone if you make me angry.”

The bronze sword burst out with a scorching green light, and the rust on the sword fell off instantly.

Under the illumination of the ten gates of destiny in the Ten Realms of the Undead, other supreme saints would have become the same as ordinary people, and it would be impossible for them to resist.

However, Wu Ma Jiuxing was full of fighting spirit and shouted: "Kill! What you kill is fate."

He raised the sword in his hand, and the green sword light broke through the light of fate and slashed towards Yu Sha.

Yu Sha put his hands together and mobilized half of the divine power in his body, and a white ocean of bright divine power surged out from under his feet.

At the same time, behind him, the Star Soul of God condensed into a huge divine shadow, like a true god emerging from the world, facing Wu Ma Jiuxing's peerless sword.

"Pfft!"

Wu Ma Jiu Xing's sword was invincible, splitting the divine shadow, breaking through the ocean of divine power, and landed on Yu Sha's head.

Yu Sha's body had been nurtured by the false gods using divine power for tens of thousands of years, and it was unknown how tough it was.

However, the sword fell and split into two instantly.

The divine corpse was torn apart.

Even Yu Sha's divine star soul was killed with one strike.

"Shenwei, the gods have arrived in the city of Goddess!"

"Oh my god! I saw the true form of the god, a twelve-winged angel."

…

The monks in the Goddess City all saw the divine shadow formed by the star soul of God Yusha, and felt the majestic power of the god. They thought it was a god coming to the world, and they all knelt down and worshiped.

However, the "god" only appeared for a moment and was killed with a single blow.

The fall of Yusha alarmed all forces. The higher the level of cultivation, the more horrified the monks were.

A gate of destiny becomes dim!

It's not that Yu Sha is not powerful enough. In fact, with his cultivation level, he can run rampant in the universe. If the gods don't come out, almost no monks can kill him. Unfortunately, he met Wu Ma Jiu Xing, the best in the world.

The nine-line whistle of the witch horse sounded again: "Kill! What you kill is fate."

A flash of sword light shot up into the sky, causing the entire Goddess City to tremble.

The light of the sword shattered the talisman that suppressed the space of the Conferred Saint Palace, broke through the sky, penetrated the atmosphere of Ice King, and flew into the universe.

The second Gate of Destiny dims!

"Kill! What you kill is fate."

The roar started again, and it was as powerful as a rainbow.

This roar is to increase his momentum, and at the same time, it also strengthens his mind.

Destiny is irreversible, but I will kill it.

The third gate of destiny dimmed and fell for a moment.

The eight hundred talismans controlled by Wusha were all shattered and turned into dust.

The Ji-Feng Sheng Mansion is dilapidated and filled with all kinds of chaotic forces, among which the power of the sword is the most powerful.

Fortunately, all the formation masters and spiritual masters from the Goddess Building were dispatched to activate the Dao Locks, formations, and inscriptions in the city, and the aftermath of the battle was controlled within a certain range.

"Kill! What you kill is fate."

The nine-line roar of the witch horse shook the buildings near Ji Feng Sheng Mansion and turned into ashes.

The sword was swung out, breaking through the 108,000 Buddhist inscriptions on the Golden Temple, and cutting his body into two pieces.

The rules of the sword destroyed all his soul.

The two parts of the Buddha's body became lifeless and as cold as iron.

He fired four swords in a row and cut four blocks in a row.

The great sages who could clearly see the battle in the holy palace were all frightened and horrified, and their hearts seemed to be broken by fear.

"Besides Zhuo Yunong, under the divine realm, are there any monks who can take Wuma Jiuxing's sword without dying?" A great sage asked this question in a trembling voice.

"When Wuma Jiuxing and Zhuo Yunong fought, they did not use combat weapons, but Zhuo Yunong used the supreme holy weapon. If so, in that battle, Wuma Jiuxing used a sword, Zhuo Yunong could still use it. He has seven swords?"

"It is said that this sword of Wu Ma Jiuxing cannot be used lightly. Once used, it will never stop until it is full of blood and soul."

"What will happen if you can't drink enough blood and soul?"

"It will eat his own blood and soul! It is said that Wu Ma Jiuxing abandoned the sword for a long time because he was not controlled by this sword."

"The witch and horse can't control the nine elements, so they can only abandon it. This sword is really terrible, comparable to the Asura Sword!"

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While the great saints were discussing, the fifth gate of destiny dimmed.

Yan Yu and Fu Xiangnu were the two most powerful great saints under the realm of the Yama clan. They were ranked at the top in the "God's Storage Volume" of the Temple of Destiny and the "Mortal World List" of the Heavenly Court.

At this moment, they were standing on the wall tower of the Goddess City.

Yan Yu held up the Dark Heavenly Secret Umbrella, with one hand behind his back, his eyes deep and deep, and said: "The dark world has produced an extraordinary figure. Wu Ma Jiuxing is stronger than I thought, and the Ten Undeads can't kill him. Now, it's our turn!"

"Why should we intervene? Let the Temple of Destiny and Wu Ma Jiuxing fight to the point of mutual loss, I think it's good." Fu Xiangnu wore a blue crystal veil, and held a long crystal bow in her white jade-like hands.

Yan Yu said: "The Temple of Destiny has its reasons for existence. It is because of it that the ten tribes of Hell can coexist peacefully without internal strife and being taken advantage of by the heavenly court."

"Now that the Jade World has been opened and all the gods have left, the situation is delicate. The sudden appearance of Wu Ma Jiu Xing, an uncertain factor, seems too weird."

"Do you suspect it is a conspiracy of the heavenly court?" Fu Xiangnu's eyes under the veil showed a strange color.

Yan Yu said: "It's not me who suspects this, it's the gods in the tribe who suspect this. Wu Ma Jiu Xing didn't have the qualifications to be the representative of this Yuanhui. After disappearing for more than two hundred years, he has the strength to represent this Yuanhui. It is a strange thing in itself."

"So, he is just a chess piece in the open to attract everyone's attention?" Fu Xiangnu said.

Yan Yu nodded and said, "I can't say, it must be like this. However, some gods have already smelled an unusual breath, and it seems that something big will happen in the underworld. Since the storm is coming, all unstable factors must be destroyed. No matter what, before the gods return from the Yuhuang Realm, the underworld must not be in chaos, and the authority of the Temple of Destiny cannot be shaken." "Even if Wu Ma Jiuxing is not a pawn of the Heavenly Court, he must be killed first. That's what you mean, right?" "That's right! No matter how outstanding a person is, he can be sacrificed in the face of the overall situation. At other times, I would like to have a fair and just battle with a strong man like Wu Ma Jiuxing." Yan Yu shook his head gently, without much emotional fluctuation. Fu Xiangnu picked up the crystal bow, and her slender and soft fingers slowly pulled the bowstring. "Chichi." The rules between heaven and earth, like lines, all gathered on her bowstring and condensed into a translucent arrow. At the moment when the arrow of rules pointed at Wu Ma Jiuxing, he immediately felt it.