God Emperor

It is obviously impossible to seize the Tianshu needle.

Although the weapon spirit of Tianshu Needle has not reached the divine realm, it is definitely a first-class combat power below the divine realm. What's more, Sikong of the Tianyun Department must be a being of the same level as Zhuo Yunong and Wu Yueming Emperor. Unless he is Wu Ma Jiuxing, who would dare to take action against him?

To escort Sikong and Tianshu Needle, the Temple of Destiny must have dispatched countless masters. Even if Wu Ma Jiuxing was not injured, he probably would not dare to think of snatching the artifact.

Gu Shejing made a suggestion, asking Zhang Ruochen to temporarily place the top-quality Origin Divine Crystal with her, and then come forward to inform the major forces of the truth. With his current status, no one dared to attack him openly. Besides, with the gods protecting him, who dares to attack him before he is absolutely sure?

Zhang Ruochen directly rejected her proposal.

Give her the best source of divine crystal?

Sorry, the relationship is not that close.

Besides, she herself suspected that gods had come to Ice King. How dare Zhang Ruochen show up?

Gu Shejing left with a sense of resentment!

When she left, she acted like an angry little daughter-in-law, saying that Zhang Ruochen didn't trust her.

Zhang Ruochen did not keep her.

Since Gu Shejing knew that he had the best source of divine crystal in his body, she would definitely help him secretly.

"Is it really a dead end? If it doesn't work, I can only force my way out."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes turned cold. As long as the Golden Burial White Tiger was willing to take action, and Xiao Hei's attainments in formations, it would not be difficult to break through the city's protective formation in the Goddess City.

As long as he leaves the city, with his space power and time power, his chances of escaping will greatly increase.

But once he does this, not only will he become the target of public criticism, but the Xuejue family will also be pushed to the forefront.

This is the next best thing!

Moreover, as long as the Tianshu Needle is still there, wherever Zhang Ruochen escapes, the Temple of Destiny will definitely be able to chase him. Zhang Ruochen's scalp went numb at the thought of being chased by a group of top saints, and maybe even gods.

"Xunmu, come to the third meeting hall immediately." Gu Yanzhi's voice reached Zhang Ruochen's ears.

Zhang Ruochen immediately put on his black robe and transformed into the skinny appearance of Master Xunmu. He picked up the divine staff and walked towards the meeting hall.

The third meeting hall is built underground and covered with a large number of formation inscriptions. It is a place where important secrets are discussed and is not usually open to the public.

When Zhang Ruochen arrived, hundreds of spiritual masters had gathered outside the stone gate of the meeting hall. Many of them are spiritual power saint kings above the fifty-fifth level.

"It's just a Goddess Building under the Twelve Goddess House, but it can actually recruit so many mentally strong people."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised, and of course he didn't believe that the Goddess Twelve Squares could train so many spiritual masters. Therefore, after secret observation, we found that more than 90% of these spiritual power saint masters did not belong to the ten major clans, but came from various small clans, and even some came from the subordinate mortal world of heaven.

That's normal. Which force doesn't have defectors?

Some capable monks could not stay in heaven and went to the edge of hell, but they were able to live a comfortable life.

"The third meeting hall was actually activated. It seems like something big has happened."

"Recently, many big figures have come to the Goddess City, and each one of them has earth-shattering power. It's strange that nothing big happens."

"I hope there won't be another battle involving top saints. In the last battle, as far as I know, more than 300 spiritual masters died tragically, and countless others were injured."

"Stop talking, I haven't recovered from my injury yet, and my spirit has been sluggish."

"I joined the Goddess Twelve Branch originally because it was difficult to make progress in my cultivation. I just wanted to live out the last few decades happily. Who would have thought that big things have happened recently, and it is probably difficult to end well."

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Listening to the discussion of these spiritual power saint masters, Zhang Ruochen thought to himself, "For monks who are greedy for pleasure, joining the Twelve Goddess's Workshop seems to be a good choice. Not only are beautiful women accompanying you, you can also get training resources, and it is not too big. danger."

"Hush! Shut up quickly, a big shot is coming!" I don't know who said this.

All the spiritual masters immediately closed their mouths, straightened their appearance, and straightened their postures.

Footsteps sounded.

A group of monks in white robes came underground, walked through the crowd, and headed towards the stone door of the third meeting hall.

Zhang Ruochen felt powerful spiritual power fluctuations in this group of white-robed monks. Each one of them was extraordinary, and they were definitely great spiritual power saints.

Among them, the old man walking at the front had silvery sun, moon and star marks on his forehead. He had a fat face, black hair shawl, and an evil smile in his eyes. He had a great aura.

When he passed by, the bodies of the spiritual masters standing on both sides were trembling.

One of them, a spiritual master, had his legs weak and knelt on the ground, making a huge fool of himself.

Accompanying the old man was Bai Qing'er's disciple, Shang Yue.

Shang Yue treated the old man with respect. It was obvious that he was a person that even a woman like her was in awe of.

As for Gu Yanzhi, the great sage of Baiyong Realm, he could only follow behind.

The old man glanced at the spiritual power Saint Master who was kneeling on the ground, grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and said: "The Goddess Twelve Branches are one of the top ten dark forces, and they recruit everyone else. He, I am. Eat it first!”

The old man stretched out two withered fingers and tapped the spiritual master on the head.

Suddenly, the spiritual master let out a shrill scream and twitched all over. All his holy soul and spiritual power were taken away by the old man and sucked into his mouth.

All the spiritual masters present were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

"Uncle Forge, if you like it, Yue'er will go and buy a batch of soul food for you." Shang Yue's voice was sweet and meant to please, which was completely different from the ruthlessness she used when she attacked Zhang Ruochen.

"Let's talk business first!"

Xuan Lingfeng smiled gloomily, flicked his wide sleeves and walked into the stone door first.

The other great saints followed closely.

Monks who have not reached the Great Saint Realm are not qualified to participate in the discussion and can only wait outside.

As the stone door closed, all the spiritual masters let out a long breath. Many people's robes were soaked through and they were very frightened.

After a long while, the spiritual power saint masters communicated with each other.

"Have you seen how powerful the great sage Shang Yue is, and he still has to accompany him? What is the background of the old man?"

A Holy King of Spiritual Power, whose spiritual power was close to the sixtieth level, said: "Since the Great Sage Shang Yue calls the old man Master, and his surname is Xuan, he is probably the old man from the Goddess Twelve Squares who has lived for more than 20,000 years. Monster!"

"What you are talking about...is it the Hand of the World from the Goddess Twelve Branches? How could it be him? Isn't it said that he is dead?"

"You can't talk about a person of this level, and don't talk about it. With Senior Qian's mental attainments, we will definitely not be able to hide his perception when we talk about mental power here."

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Zhang Ruochen did not dare to release his mental power, but with his heart of truth, he still heard their transmission.

The more I listened, the more frightened I became.

The hand of the world?

Zhang Ruochen only felt his scalp numb, and he quickly hid all his mental power thoughts into the Heart of Truth, leaving only the fifty-ninth level of mental power intensity.

Formation Masters are divided into three levels: Lord of Mountains and Rivers, King of Sea and Land, and Hand of the World.

The vast majority of Earth Masters stay at the level of Lords of Mountains and Rivers.

The king of sea and land is already very rare.

As for the hands of the world, each one is a being who can become a guest of the gods. In a big world, they can turn their hands to make clouds and turn their hands to make rain. They can even use their fingers to draw a ninth-grade formation in an instant.

Even the supreme sage would not want to be an enemy of a World Hand.

Even for a being who has become a god with spiritual power, his formation attainments may not reach the level of the Hand of the World.

Half an hour later, Gu Yanzhi and Shang Yue walked out of the stone door.

Gu Yanzhi's face was extremely heavy, and his hands could not help but tremble. After a while, he calmed down. He glanced at the spiritual saints present and said: "A big event is about to happen on Ice King, and everyone needs to participate together."

Everyone said in unison: "We are willing to die for the Goddess Twelve Branches."

"You don't need to be so nervous. It's not a big deal."

Shang Yue smiled and glanced at Gu Yanzhi.

Gu Yanzhi waved his sleeves, and balls of black light flew out from his sleeves, floating in front of him and Shang Yue.

In the black light, there are black stones of different sizes.

The stone is covered with strange lines and exudes a divine aura.

"Each monk comes forward and receives a piece of basalt stone." Gu Yanzhi said.

One by one, the spiritual power saint masters were at a loss, but they also stepped forward to receive them.

The stronger the mental power, the larger the basalt stone pieces received.

When it was Zhang Ruochen's turn, Gu Yanzhi chose a basin-sized basalt stone for him, and specially introduced it to Shang Yue: "Miss Yue, this person is called Xun Mu, and he is a spiritual cultivator from the Wing World of the Blood Sky Tribe. The qualifications are very extraordinary, and I have reached the fifty-eighth level by myself. Recently, I have obtained the resources of the Goddess Twelve Branches, and I have reached the fifty-ninth level, and I can expect to be a great sage."

A great saint with spiritual power, he is not a small figure in the Twelve Goddess Square and is qualified to enter the core level.

After recruiting such a talent, Gu Yanzhi naturally had to mention it.

Shang Yue glanced at Zhang Ruochen lightly, her gaze seemed to be penetrating, seeing him clearly. Suddenly, his eyes moved to the wooden stick in Zhang Ruochen's hand, and he said softly: "Your wooden stick is interesting."

Zhang Ruochen said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Yue's wisdom, this wooden staff of mine is made from a branch of the sacred tree, and it is infected with the water of darkness."

Zhang Ruochen is not afraid of Shang Yue coveting the divine staff. After all, compared to her cultivation level, ordinary treasures are hard to catch.

Shang Yue didn't take another look, Zhang Ruochen stepped back knowingly.

Zhang Ruochen carefully observed the basalt stone in his hand and found that it was not a stone at all, but a fragment of the shell of a god-level basalt turtle.

The fragment in his hand has hundreds of thousands of formation inscriptions engraved on it, and it is of extremely high quality.

"The tortoise shell of god-level Xuanwu is one of the hardest materials in the world. The inscriptions on the fragments are even more wonderful than the inscriptions of the ninth-grade formation. What is the Goddess Twelve Squares going to do?" Zhang Ruochen was confused. Puzzled.

After all the Formation Saint Masters received the basalt stones, Shang Yue announced: "After everyone returns, we must familiarize ourselves with the inscriptions on the basalt stones as quickly as possible until we can activate them."

A relatively young formation saint master asked: "Excuse me, what is the function of this basalt stone? We are familiar with it. Are we going to work together to set up some formation?"

Gu Yanzhi's eyes darkened and he said coldly: "It's best not to ask questions that shouldn't be asked."

The Formation Saint Master was caught by Gu Yanzhi's eyes and trembled, not daring to speak again.

Shang Yue's voice was extremely pleasant, and she said sweetly: "In the past two days, everyone has been staying at the City Lord's Mansion. It's best not to go anywhere. Don't let any monks know about this matter, otherwise... Haha, I do hope that , buy less soul food.”

A group of spiritual masters left the underground with fear and anxiety.

"The Great Sage Shang Yue's smile is obviously sweet and charming, but why do I feel panicked?" A spiritual master muttered in a low voice with a pale face.

Zhang Ruochen observed the defenses in the city lord's palace and found that almost all the inner formations in the castle were activated.

"The Goddess Twelve Branches are taking big action."

If the formation was arranged to protect the City of the Goddess and not strictly order all spiritual masters not to leave the city lord's palace, then there must be a secret operation.

Returning to the courtyard and pushing open the door, Zhang Ruochen saw Xiao Hei standing by the window, looking outside.

"The Goddess Twelve Branches are taking big action." Xiao Hei said with solemn eyes.

Zhang Ruochen didn't ask where it had been these past few days, but took out the basalt stone the size of a washbasin and said, "Help me take a look at the formation inscriptions on it. By the way, haven't you been bragging about how good your formation is?" It’s amazing, now that your cultivation has been restored, have your formation skills also been restored?”

Xiao Hei took the basalt stone and hummed like a peerless master: "The emperor's formation skills are not just blown away. In today's world...hey, how is it possible? Where did your basalt turtle shell come from? Who carved the formation inscriptions on the turtle shell?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "The Hand of the World among Formation Masters!"

"Forged Lingfeng of the Goddess Twelve Squares?" Xiao Hei asked.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Have you heard his name? Why, are you scared?"

"Are you scared? Haha, this emperor's martial arts may not be the best among the gods, but the way of formation is not taken seriously by a mere World Hand." Xiao Hei looked up to the sky and laughed.

Zhang Ruochen said: "You said before that you can sweep everything under the divine realm, but the facts prove that you can't sweep down even a goddess city."

Xiao Hei leaned towards Zhang Ruochen's ear and asked in a low voice: "Isn't Ling Feng coming to the City Lord's Mansion?"

"It's in the city lord's mansion." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Farewell, I have not been here today."

Xiao Hei rushed out, ready to leave.

Zhang Ruochen said: "All the formations in the City Lord's Mansion have been activated. From now on, anyone who dares to leave will be shot to death."

Xiao Hei stopped, stepped back, closed the door tightly again, and said: "I have just recovered my cultivation, and I don't have the materials to refine the formations, so I haven't been able to refine a few powerful ones." The formation is close to me, otherwise I will fight Xuan Lingfeng in a duel now."

"It doesn't matter. I have plenty of materials. You can refine the divine formation as much as you want. The key is, are you strong enough?" Zhang Ruochen said with considerable wealth.

"Hey, the emperor is refining the formation. The more materials the better, just wait and see!"

Xiao Hei stared at the basalt shell fragment in his hand and exclaimed: "This is the formation inscription of a corner of the basalt sky-swallowing formation. Goddess Twelve Branches really made big moves. No wonder they sent envoys to contact Wujiang Pavilion."

"Xuanwu Sky Swallowing Formation? Contact Wujiang Pavilion?" Zhang Ruochen was surprised.

Xiao Hei pointed to the Xuanwu shell fragments and said: "Xuanwu swallows the sky, with the intention of killing gods."

"A divine formation?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Xiao Hei shook his head and said: "No matter how powerful Xin Lingfeng is, it is impossible to arrange a divine formation. I guess that he just borrowed the power of Xuanwu to swallow the sky. The level of the formation is definitely not up to the level of a divine formation."

"What does the Goddess Twelve Branches want to do? It's not like dealing with me! Do you want to deal with the monks of the Temple of Destiny?"

Zhang Ruochen just said something casually, and suddenly thought of an astonishing possibility. His face froze, he stared at Xiao Hei and said, "What did the envoy of the Goddess Twelve Squares talk about when they went to Wujiang Pavilion?"

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There is another chapter in the early morning.