God Emperor

"Zhang Ruochen of the Xuejue family pays a visit to the Holy Land of the Rotten Clan."

Zhang Ruochen's sound waves were like waves of divine thunder, pouring into the mud basin layer by layer, causing the clouds to billow.

The great saints of the Death Temple were all surprised and stunned.

Haike was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Since he took the initiative to come to the door, it saves a lot of trouble. Old Sigui, go and bring him in. I want to see this young boy. What kind of ability is there to capture all the great sages who are destined to die?"

Si Gui, the leader of the Fu Clan, responded and immediately led a group of monks to fly towards the gate of the Holy Land.

Outside the mud basin, there was already a sea of ​​people, and monks from all ethnic groups came to watch.

What a shock!

The Temple of Death didn't bother Zhang Ruochen. Could it be that Zhang Ruochen wanted to take the initiative to knock on the door?

Zhang Ruochen came with five great sages of the Temple of Death who had turned into monks. This was definitely a provocation and humiliation. It was like stepping on the face of the Temple of Death and beating him.

"Zhang Ruochen and the Temple of Death are already in a fight to the death. I don't know how the situation will develop next?"

"Zhang Ruochen's attempt to single-handedly challenge the entire Temple of Death is a bit too crazy. If I were him, I would definitely unite the ten major tribes of the Undead Blood Tribe first, and then the entire Undead Blood Tribe can fight against the Temple of Death."

"The other monks of the Immortal Blood Tribe have no deep grudge against the Temple of Death, so why should they listen to his call? Besides, Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level is far from the strength to command the entire Immortal Blood Tribe."

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Yan Zhexian stood in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace and did not appear for the time being. However, he was shocked by the atmosphere around him. He did not expect that the matter would develop to such an extent that it would detonate the entire royal city of hundreds of clans.

Suddenly, she regretted agreeing to Zhang Ruochen.

Even if she, the eldest lady of the Yama clan, was with her, she might not be able to suppress the anger of the monks from the Temple of Death.

"Wow!"

At the mountain gate of the Roof Clan's Holy Land, the formation inscriptions glowed brightly, and a three-foot-wide gate branched out from the center.

Headed by the Emperor of the Fu Clan, a group of ten great saints walked out.

Their bodies were all wrapped in black robes, their faces could not be seen clearly, and their bodies exuded cold and corrupt power.

Without any words of greeting, the emperor of the Fu clan said: "Please come in, the great sage Ruochen."

Zhang Ruochen stood outside the gate of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, looked down, shook his head, and said, "The clan emperor didn't ask me why I wanted to visit the Fu clan, so why did he invite me in? Is there an ambush inside?"

The emperor of the Fu Clan knew that he was suffering. He knew that Zhang Ruochen would definitely die once he entered the mud basin.

Zhang Ruochen died in Devonze. It would be strange if the Fu clan was not wiped out by the Xue Jue clan.

But what can be done?

After all, the Rotten Tribe is dependent on the Temple of Death and can only follow orders.

"Why is the Great Sage Ruochen here?" the Fu clan emperor asked patiently.

"Of course I'm here to apologize."

Zhang Ruochen snapped his fingers, and True Color, True Greed, True Anger, True Delusion, and True Killing came out one after another. Each of them carried two large red copper boxes and placed them on the ground under the command of Da Sikong.

Ten boxes were opened, and blazing divine light poured out from inside.

There were actually ten boxes full of sacred stones, totaling three thousand.

The majestic clan emperor is not intimidated by three thousand sacred stones.

The Emperor of the Rotten Tribe just glanced slightly, and then his eyes fell on the five monks opposite him, and he sneered in his heart, "Are you here to apologize? No matter how you look at it, you are just here to stir up trouble."

After seeing the five great saints in the Death Temple turned into monks, all the great saints in the Death Temple were filled with indignation and anger. They could no longer sit in the holy land and soared out one after another.

Yuan Ji yelled loudly: "Zhang Ruochen, if you really want to apologize, first hand over all the supreme holy weapons on your body, and then walk into the Holy Land of the Rotten Clan with kowtow step by step. Maybe the Temple of Death can spare your life."

The great sages of the Temple of Death used their physical skills to surround the Seven-Star Imperial Palace. They released their holy power one after another, intending to take action and cut Zhang Ruochen into pieces.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and chilling.

With just one fuse, unstoppable carnage will erupt.

The monks of all races who were watching were overwhelmed by the powerful holy power, making it difficult to breathe. They all looked more nervous than Zhang Ruochen who was at the center of the storm.

Zhang Ruochen said with a smile in his eyes: "Brother Yuan misunderstood. I am not here to apologize to the Temple of Death, but to the Rotten Clan."

When everyone was completely confused, Zhang Ruochen continued: "I heard that when I entered the Hundred Clans King's City, all the tribes in the city sent monks to invite me and pay homage to me. However, I was in the middle of cultivation at that time. At this critical moment, I inevitably neglected the envoys of all ethnic groups, and I felt guilty, so I planned to visit them one by one to apologize. "

"As for everyone in the Temple of Death, didn't we agree last time that we would resolve our grievances through a battle? Are you too forgetful?"

The emperor of the Fu Clan said: "I'm afraid the Great Sage Ruochen has misunderstood. There are no monks from the Fu Clan to visit you, and no monks have invited you."

Hearing this, a mocking smile appeared on the face of the Great Saint of the Death Temple.

"is that so?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't feel embarrassed at all and said: "Okay, in that case, let's talk about the next thing. I want to cultivate the Heavenly Sword Soul in the Hundred Flails Realm, but I know that this is difficult, mainly because of the lack of cultivation resources. I wonder if the Fu clan has any treasures that help monks improve their holy souls or refine the rules of swordsmanship? I want to buy some."

"No."

The Emperor of the Rotten Clan flatly refused.

Are you kidding me? The Fu Clan is attached to the Death Temple. You, Zhang Ruochen, went to the Fu Clan to buy training resources. Isn’t this asking for trouble?

It was simply delivered to your doorstep and humiliated.

The great sage of the Temple of Death was happy to see Zhang Ruochen's idiotic look, so he was not in a hurry to take action.

Zhang Ruochen asked again: "Really not? For example, God's Star Soul, Ghost Soul Pill, Holy Soul Pill, Divine Sword Essence..."

"No, there is nothing. As long as it is what Zhang Ruochen wants, the Fu Clan doesn't have it." The Fu Clan Emperor gradually gained confidence and said arrogantly: "On the contrary, these ten boxes of sacred stones sent by the Great Sage Ruochen, the Fu Clan doesn't have it." The clan doesn’t mind accepting it.”

There was roaring laughter all around.

Zhang Ruochen nodded seriously and said, "Forget it, I never thought about taking these ten boxes of sacred stones back. Next, let's talk about the third thing!"

Suddenly, blood burst out from Zhang Ruochen's body.

A blood sea divine cloud materialized around him, and a pair of huge blood-red wings of light shot out from his back.

"Yes...it's the God of War's belt."

"Yes, it is indeed the belt of the God of War of the Immortal Vampire Clan. Only the thirteen Gods of War of the Immortal Vampire Clan are qualified to wear it. It symbolizes the supreme honor."

"Wearing the God of War's Belt, it's like the God of War is here in person. When the Immortal Vampires see him, they should kneel down to worship and obey orders. No one dares to disobey."

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The immortal vampire monks present hesitated, wondering whether they should kneel down and worship.

If one of the thirteen war gods really comes, they will definitely not hesitate. However, the one wearing the God of War belt now is Zhang Ruochen, a great sage in the Hundred Flails Realm.

Yuan Ji saw the reaction of the immortal vampire monks present and sneered in his heart. It was ridiculous for Zhang Ruochen to try to order the immortal vampire monks with only the God of War belt.

Whether it is prestige or strength, he is far behind.

Zhang Ruochen summoned Shen Yuan's ancient sword, pointed at the emperor of the Fu Clan, and said: "Today, in the name of the future God of War of the Immortal Vampire Clan, I challenge the Fu Clan. If I are in the same realm, I want to be invincible. If I cross another realm, I will be invincible. Who in the world can defeat me? The strongest Baijiao Realm and the strongest Qianwen Realm of the Fu Clan. If you don’t have the courage to challenge me, the monks of the Fu Clan will have to retreat thirty thousand miles from now on."

All around, there was silence.

All the monks don't know what Zhang Ruochen wants to do! Some people even think that he may have a problem with his cultivation, and he went crazy and turned into a madman.

"What he said just now feels familiar." An immortal vampire monk said to himself.

Next to him, an older immortal vampire saint exclaimed: "I remembered, this is what the Blood God of War said when he challenged the monks from all realms in heaven."

"The original words are: Today, in the name of the future God of War of the Immortal Vampire Clan, I challenge all realms of heaven. I want to be invincible in the same realm, and I am invincible in another realm. Who in heaven can defeat me? If a certain realm has no courage to accept the challenge , From now on, monks in this world will have to retreat thirty thousand miles away from me."

"This sentence has been engraved on the sacred pillar of the Temple of War in the Temple of the Immortal, and is called the Oath of War."

The noise grew louder.

Even though more than 100,000 years have passed, there are still monks who remember the feats of the Blood God of War and challenge the monks from all realms with the power of one person.

"It is said that at that time, the master of the Immortal Temple and an extremely senior God of War personally led the Blood Jue War God who had cultivated in the Hundred Flail Realm to the most famous battlefield of God's Fall, Wudingshen Sea, facing the Sea of ​​Gods. The coalition of heaven and earth shouted these words."

"On the first day, the heavenly side sent fifty-seven great saints from the Hundred Flail Realm to fight, but they all failed miserably and were completely killed by the Blood God of War."

"The next day, Heaven finally accepted the fact that no one at the same level as the Blood Jue War God could rival him, so they sent monks who were one level higher than the Blood Jue War God to fight. The top Thousand Questions Realm experts from all walks of life in Heaven took action one after another."

"It's a pity that we lost three days in a row."

"Even in the Qianwen Realm, there is no one who can compete with the Blood God of War. In fact, no one can even escape alive."

"You must know that these unparalleled talents in the Hundred Flails Realm and Thousand Questions Realm are all the divine seeds of Heavenly Court. If so many of them were killed by the Blood God of War, Heavenly Court has suffered heavy losses."

"The morale of all realms in Heaven has been severely hit. Many of the gods in Heaven are furious. Rewards are offered to all realms. In the Qianwen Realm, whoever can defeat the Blood God of War will be able to obtain all kinds of rewards. God’s reward.”

"Finally, on the fifth day, Huangtian appeared. With his cultivation in the Hundred Flails Realm, he fought on par with the Blood Jue God of War. In nine days and nine battles, it was difficult to determine the winner. He helped restore the morale of the Heavenly Army."

"However, what the Bloody God of War did back then eventually became a legend and became the dream goal of young monks in the hell world."

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen shouted the same words. Could it be that he wanted to follow the path that the Blood Jue God of War once walked?

With the oath of war, the Fu tribe was forced to fight.