God Emperor

"Yue'er, your overall view is far behind that of your master. What is this loss? Compared with the Origin Temple, let alone a goddess city, even the 180th floor of the 12th Temple of the Goddess It's worth destroying everything. Besides, Zhang Ruochen should have fallen into the hands of your master, and his wealth alone is far greater than that of this goddess city." Xuan Lingfeng said.

Xuan Lingfeng's mental power was strong, but Zhang Ruochen didn't dare to activate his heart of truth, let alone mobilize his mental power, so he didn't know what they were talking about.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a deafening voice sounded.

In the Goddess City, countless monks had their eardrums ruptured instantly, and blood flowed from both ears.

A powerful air pressure surged from top to bottom, crushing the Dao Locks, Great Sage Inscriptions, and Divine Marks in the city.

The streets and ancient buildings in the city are falling apart as if they were made of tofu.

The city defense formation was shattered!

The entire Goddess City slowly sank to the ground.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

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The destructive power erupted from the Divine Punishment Tiangang Talisman condensed into various forms such as temples, ancient Buddhas, war hammers, etc., and bombarded the Goddess City. If any force falls, a large area of ​​the city will be wiped out.

As if the end was coming, the city was filled with soaring figures.

All the monks, regardless of their level of cultivation, were in chaos.

Screams, calls for help, and curses were intertwined.

The monks whose cultivation level was too low were suppressed by the power of the talisman and fell to the ground, unable to move or escape. They could only scream in grief or cry softly.

"Is this a divine punishment from the gods?"

"Everyone must die. There is no way to escape by running away."

"Dad, Lingling is afraid...ah..."

"Master, save me."

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When the magic talisman is lowered, whether it is a creature in the fish-dragon realm, a saint, or a holy king, their lives are extremely fragile. A flash of thunder and lightning will destroy their spirit and form and turn into particles.

Only the Great Sage can barely survive from the aftermath of the talisman's attack.

The moment the magic talisman broke through the city defense formation, Xuan Lingfeng activated the space teleportation array in the city lord's palace and led everyone away.

Zhang Ruochen didn't see the tragic scene in the Goddess City with his own eyes, but he could imagine that it was exactly like this. He felt heavy, "If the magic talisman was really sent by Bai Qing'er to create it, such ruthless and crazy methods would really make people feel sad." It’s creepy.”

Destroying a city and killing tens of thousands of monks just to clear the suspicion of the Goddess Twelve Branches, Zhang Ruochen asked himself, he couldn't do it.

The space teleportation array teleported them to a vast white snowfield, far away from the Goddess City.

Forging Lingfeng took out a red-gold staff. The staff was full of ancient charm and had a turtle the size of a fist cast on the top. Upon closer inspection, Zhang Ruochen discovered that the so-called staff was shaped like a curved snake, covered in scales.

Snake, wrapped around the turtle.

This staff is in the form of Xuanwu.

Xuan Lingfeng held the staff and struck the ground hard.

The energy spread from the ground to the sky, and the ice and snow on the ground flew up like white petals.

The next moment, all the spiritual masters were horrified to find that the earth was shaking violently and rising upwards.

The corpse of a Xuanwu god corpse that was more than two hundred miles long broke through the ice and snow and climbed up from the ground, with everyone on its back.

The look of madness in Xuan Lingfeng's eyes became even stronger, and he ordered: "I will arrange and mobilize all spiritual masters to activate the Xuanwu Sky-Eating Formation. You are responsible for activating the concealment formation and corpse control on the Xuanwu Divine Corpse. Divine Pattern, Great Sword of Light.”

All the great saints, all take action.

But hundreds of spiritual masters were still in shock and fear.

Xuan Lingfeng's voice reached their ears: "All spiritual monks, I will give you a quarter of an hour to find the formation area corresponding to the basalt stone in your hand."

All the spiritual power saint masters took action and distributed themselves to different positions on the back of Xuanwu Divine Corpse.

Xuan Lingfeng looked at all this with a sneer, and thought to himself: "Once the Xuanwu Sky-Swallowing Formation is activated, your spiritual power, holy soul, and blood will be drained, and you will all become dead. You will only have this little value. The Great Sage They are all ants."

Zhang Ruochen found the formation gap corresponding to the basalt stone in his hand, placed the basalt stone in, squatted down, and looked at the formation inscriptions around it.

Although, he didn't spend much time studying the formation method.

However, the heart of refining the sacred tree has inherited the knowledge of the Yuanhui of the Heavenly Divine Tree. He has also read many books related to formations. His understanding of formations may not be as good as that of the Earth Master, but it is far better than the mental power of those present. Holy Master.

While Zhang Ruochen was studying, the concealment formation and corpse-controlling patterns on the Xuanwu corpse were activated. The corpse stepped on the void and silently walked northward at an extremely fast speed.

After traveling for about eight thousand miles, Zhang Ruochen sensed strong energy fluctuations in the air.

So, look north.

I saw snow-capped mountains, some of which were bulldozed and scorched black; some were burning, with red magma boiling; some were chopped down, and the peaks disappeared to unknown places.

An extremely shocking battlefield, tens of thousands of miles away were destroyed, the landscape changed drastically, the rules of the heaven and earth were disordered, and the dust turned into black clouds covering the sky.

Coming here is like entering a dark Shura killing field.

The Xuanwu Divine Corpse flew to hide in the clouds thousands of feet above the ground, and stopped.

All the spiritual masters were frightened and discussed among themselves.

"This is a battle at the level of a great saint, and more than one great saint took action. What happened to Ice King?"

"The City of the Goddess has been destroyed, and the tens of thousands of miles of land here have turned into scorched earth. This is going to cause the sky to collapse."

"We're not here to join the war, are we?"

"What are you afraid of? With the Hand of the World and the great sages standing guard, we can crush even the most powerful enemy."

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With the naked eyes of his demigod body, Zhang Ruochen looked through the clouds and saw a shocking battle taking place thousands of miles away. Dozens of figures of top saints were divided into two camps, and they were fighting fiercely.

In that area, the space was shattered and countless cracks were distributed.

There are more than ten gates of destiny, suspended in mid-air.

A giant with a body of seven feet high, with arms and legs growing on the head and no body. He flew in the void, making a sound like a dragon's roar from his mouth, and the sound waves shook the Gate of Destiny.

Zhang Ruochen determined the identity of this person: "The leader of the Dayan Sect, Pang Hu."

An undead warship eight hundred miles long was flying in the air. The ship was filled with ghost soldiers and generals, and there were 360,000 Yin flags planted on it. Each Yin flag is covered with formation inscriptions.

A ghost cultivator with nine eyes, dressed in white and holding a feather fan, stood on the bow of the undead warship. His hair was hanging down for thousands of miles, but he had no face.

"The leader of the Ghost Ship Alliance, the Nine-Eyed Ghost Emperor."

A temple made of the corpses of holy creatures, three thousand feet high, collided with a gate of destiny. This is a real temple, controlled by nine divine corpses. Even the Gate of Destiny cannot stop it and it is shattered in an instant.

In the temple, a skinny old monkey sat. Thousands of holy Qi threads flew out of his hands to control nine divine corpses.

"The most powerful person under the divine realm of the Temple of the Dead, the corpse-eating ape."

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Zhang Ruochen's scalp was numb when he saw that all those who appeared here were the top sages among the top ten dark forces. Even to many great saints, these people are legendary existences.

I only know that he has a fierce reputation, but I have never seen his true form.

Who would have thought that all these ruthless characters who shook the worlds of heaven and the ten clans of hell would come to Ice King?

You don't need to guess to know that the one being besieged by the top ten powerful men of the dark forces must be Sikong from the Temple of Destiny. They want to seize the Tianshu Needle.

Zhang Ruochen had already guessed, but he still couldn't believe that Bai Qing'er was so brave. Moreover, she also opened up two battlefields, and the opponents on both battlefields were the most powerful in the world.

"This woman is so crazy, crazier than any monk I have ever seen before."

The only good thing now is that although the monks from Wujiang Pavilion also appeared on the battlefield, Han Xue was not seen.

Hanxue is very likely still in the Goddess City.

Goddess City is also very dangerous, but Xiao Hei will definitely protect her there.

"Now that we are here, why doesn't Goddess Twelve Houses take action? Do you want to reap the benefits?"

Zhang Ruochen immediately shook his head and realized something was wrong.

Seizing the Tianshu Needle is indeed an extremely important matter for the ten dark forces. It is normal for them to join forces and take action together.

However, their opponent is the Temple of Destiny.

Sikong of the Tianyun Department must be a person who has cultivated the way of destiny to the pinnacle, and can predict misfortune, good fortune, and bad luck. Under such circumstances, even if the top ten dark forces were added together, they would probably not be a match for the Temple of Destiny.

If Wu Ma Jiu Xing, the best person in the world, is not injured, maybe they still have a chance.

However, without one Wu Ma Jiu Xing, their chances of success are extremely slim.

Why do these evil giants who have lived for tens of thousands of years take such big risks, get together, and do such crazy things?

Where is their confidence?

Under the thick war clouds, Sikong "Gong Nanfeng" of the Tianyun Department was sitting by the stove, warming up the fire. He said to Prajna standing opposite: "Ice King is just like the legend, it is very cold. "My body is weak. Without the fire you brought me, I might freeze to death here."

Prajna stood upright, looking at the annihilated Gate of Destiny in the sky, feeling the vibrations of the earth, and said: "It is better to freeze to death than to be killed."

Gong Nanfeng smiled and said: "I've calculated it, I won't die this time. Besides, with the presence of Emperor Yueming, High Priest of Death, High Priest of Fulu, High Priest of Fierce Horror, and High Priest of Raging Sky, there are only ten top How can the monks of the dark forces hurt me?"

"I have an ominous premonition." Prajna said.

The four high priests and Que, who were sitting next to the stove, looked at her with cautious expressions.

Even Gong Nanfeng put away his smile and said, "Don't scare me."

As the Goddess of Destiny, holding the Heavenly Order blessed by the divine power of the Twelve Gods, she has cultivated the Gate of True Self. Her premonition is more than just a feeling and must be taken seriously.

Seeing Prajna's serious expression, Gong Nanfeng said: "I'll do the math again."

"In this case, let's make a quick decision and collect this wave of nets first, and then catch other fish."

After Emperor Wu Yue Ming finished speaking, a bright Gate of Destiny condensed above his head, and his body turned into a ray of light, flying into the sky and crashing into the eight hundred mile long undead ghost ship.

The four high priests were still sitting by the fire, warming themselves.

The High Priest of Death drank blood wine.

High Priest Fulu narrowed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

The High Priest of Nutian seemed to want to take action, but after looking at the sky, he saw that the Five Souls of the Undead, the four Emperors of Life, and the powerful men from Fulu Shrine, Nutian Shrine, and Fierce Horror Shrine seemed to be able to deal with it, so , and continued to sit there in silence.

The fire burns brighter!

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(In the next week, Xiaoyu is going to attend the advanced research class of the Sichuan Internet Writers Association, and can only read one chapter a day. After a week, he will resume two chapters a day.)