God Emperor

"Okay, this is a good suggestion." Wuma Jiuxing said.

The monks in the Temple of Death stared at Zhang Ruochen and others with sneers.

The faces of Master Xue Tu and Ye You were pale, and even Gu Shejing, who had been smiling all the time, became serious at this moment.

Wuma Jiuxing and Yuan Qianmo join forces to definitely sweep the world. Under the divine realm, who can stop him?

Zhang Ruochen remained calm and said: "Yuan Qianmo, aren't you curious why Wuma Jiuxing ambushed you here instead of going to the top of the altar?"

Yuan Qianmo's eyebrows moved slightly, and he thought deeply.

Wu Ma Jiuxing stood on top of Ying Long's head, raised his arms above his head, and used his hand as a knife to slash through the air.

"Wow!"

A crescent-shaped sword light, dozens of feet long, flew towards the Seven Stars Imperial Palace.

It is the pure rules of the sword, condensed into the light of the sword. Just the harsh sound of the knife can shred the eardrums of all creatures under the Great Sage, and the speed is as fast as light and shadow.

"Bang bang."

The layers of defensive formations and Great Sage inscriptions in the Seven Star Imperial Palace were broken through with a single blow.

The sword light reached ten feet in front of Zhang Ruochen before being blocked by the divine pattern carved on the stairs by the Blood God of War. However, the impact of the sword energy still lifted the entire Seven Star Imperial Palace and fell off the huge stone altar.

From the beginning to the end, everyone in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace had no time to even use a holy technique or a holy weapon to resist the sword light.

"What a terrifying sword technique. One more blow and the defense of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace will probably be broken." The expression on the old man's face suddenly changed, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Wu Ma Jiuxing did not strike out with the second sword, but drove the silver glow cloud chariot and rushed towards the top of the altar.

Because, when he drew his sword just now, the monks from Yuan Qianmo and the Temple of Death had already climbed up first.

"It's no coincidence that Wuma Jiuxing appears here. You go first and I'll stop him."

Yuan Qianmo gave such instructions and soared like a white crane spreading its wings, and then swooped down to meet the silver cloud chariot coming upwards.

"Crash!"

The sound of the rushing river sounded.

At the foot of Yuan Qianmo, a gray river of deathly energy appeared. The death energy was too strong and condensed into a liquid state, with golden blades flying in the river of death energy.

"Boom."

The river of death energy and the Yinxia Guangyun chariot collided together, and the shock energy that exploded caused all the water in the nearby sea to vaporize, forming a space without water.

The rules of the Holy Dao that surged out of the two people's bodies were extremely chaotic, covering all directions. Even the Seven-Star Imperial Palace under the altar was turned like a top.

The formation held up by Master Ye You and Master Cairo roared loudly when struck by the power released by Yuan Qianmo and Wuma Jiuxing, and seemed to be penetrated at any time.

"Are these two people still in the holy realm?" Xue Tu felt that his holy soul was trembling, and his eardrums were about to be shattered by the loud sound.

"Certainly!"

Gu Shejing spread her arms, and red demonic energy containing a strong aura of death suddenly enveloped the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, stabilizing the shaking palace.

She said: "Great, Wuma Jiuxing and Yuan Qianmo are fighting. Let's go around from the left side of the altar."

"Why bother."

Zhang Ruochen released the True Realm of Space, covering the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, and shouted: "Space is moving."

The huge Seven-Star Imperial Palace suddenly flew away from the ground, and rapidly shrunk in size. Finally, it turned into a speck of light and disappeared into the space.

"Wow!"

When the Seven-Star Imperial Palace manifested again, it had reached the middle of the altar, thousands of feet above the seabed.

Zhang Ruochen originally planned to move directly to the top of the huge stone altar, but here, he hit a space barrier.

A three-foot-tall emerald turtle stood behind the space barrier, holding an iron staff and snorted coldly: "If you want... to... want to... want to go up, you have to... you have to... get through this first..."

Xuetu listened carefully for a long time, then shouted and asked: "Go through the book first, what do you mean?"

"Go through this prince first." It was rare for Lord Turtle to speak a fluent word, and he felt extremely comfortable.

Seeing Lord Turtle, Zhang Ruochen was more sure of his suspicions. Sure enough, Bai Qing'er had already stepped onto the altar first. It is not surprising that the Nine Elements of Wuma and Horse appear here.

From another direction, the monks at the Temple of Death were intercepted by the formation arranged in advance by the World Hand of the Goddess Twelve Branches, Forging Lingfeng.

Zhang Ruochen looked up and said: "We must get through as soon as possible. Yeyou, join me and break its space barrier and space formation. This turtle is not easy, so be careful."

Zhang Ruochen flew out of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, pushed forward with both palms, and created a space storm composed of thousands of space cracks that continuously impacted the space barrier.

Hearing Zhang Ruochen's words "be careful" just now, Master Yeyou's eyes looked strange. How many years had it passed before someone took the initiative to care about him?

Even if this is just a casual reminder from Zhang Ruochen.

However, it is precisely because this is a casual reminder that it shows sincerity.

Before that, whether Zhang Ruochen gave him a drink from the fountain of life or promised to teach him the way of space, from his point of view, all these methods were just based on his strength and wanted to win over him and induce him.

Master Yeyou has seen these methods and this style many times before, so he only surrenders on the surface, but actually disdains them in his heart.

On the contrary, it was this careless word of concern that slightly touched the heart of this lonely man who had lived for more than 20,000 years.

"Master, I'm here!"

Master Yeyou stepped on a ghost cloud and flew out, and struck out hard with the bone staff in his hand.

A space-penetrating force composed of tens of billions of space rules erupted from the white bone staff, shattering the thin space barrier into a hole.

The space storm created by Zhang Ruochen completely broke the barrier along the hole.

"Uh-huh!"

The body moves.

Zhang Ruochen appeared above Prince Turtle and flew straight to the top of the altar.

Suddenly, his vision dimmed, and a stone handprint the size of a house pressed down. Zhang Ruochen sensed the terrifying power erupting from the handprint, and immediately mobilized the power of the universe to shoot the Dragon-Tiger Prajna Palm.

As soon as the two palms collided, Zhang Ruochen heard a "crackling" sound from the bones in his body, and his body fell heavily and uncontrollably.

"Sure enough, I still can't compete with the real Supreme Realm Monkey King."

Zhang Ruochen's whole body was numb with pain. He stared at the stone handprint that was quickly pressed down above him. He ejected and landed on another boulder, avoiding the heavy blow.

The one who took action just now was another strong man under Bai Qinger, General Zhu.

General Zhu's body was tall and made of stone. He failed to succeed in one attack and immediately made a second hand seal. His arm stretched out dozens of feet long and contained countless billions of holy rules. He swung it out together with the stone arm.

Before the stone arm arrived, the burst of wind almost blew Zhang Ruochen away.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. He shot out seven palms in a row and neutralized General Zhu's attack. It was the Seven-Handed Old Man with seven hands.

The old man with seven hands turned around, stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Leave it to me to take care of."

Before he finished speaking, the old man with seven hands transformed into his true form and flew out.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the old man with seven hands who was fighting with General Zhu, and then at Master Yeyou who was fighting with Lord Turtle in the space formation, and couldn't help but reveal a soft smile on his face.

The Seven-Star Imperial Palace flew into Zhang Ruochen's hands. A Le, Xue Lang, and Kailuo Dishi walked out of it and stood beside him.

Xuetu and Gushejing are no longer inside.

Gu Shejing was easy to find, because she immediately turned into a red shadow of demonic energy and flew towards the top of the huge stone altar. As for the bloody massacre, it was possible for Gu Shejing to easily turn him into a powder.

"Come with me."

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to use spatial movement easily, because if Lord Turtle could arrange a spatial barrier, he could arrange more spatial means above.

If you fall into its space trap, you will be in big trouble!

Zhang Ruochen, A Le, Cairo Earth Master, and Blood Wolf jumped on one boulder after another and climbed quickly.

On the other side of the altar, Xue Tu's body shrank to the size of a mosquito. He flew upwards cautiously, fearing that the movement would be too great and he would be discovered by a group of strong men who were fighting fiercely.

He is too weak, any monk can kill him.

He had to be more careful and avoid the center of the battle.

The monks from the Temple of Death bypassed the formation arranged by Xuan Lingfeng and rushed in through the gap opened by Zhang Ruochen and others.

True Emperor Yuan Shu was the fastest and took the lead, catching up behind Gu Shejing. A red phoenix mark appeared between his white eyebrows.

"Wow!"

The phoenix mark disappeared and turned into a phoenix tail needle, flying through the air towards Gu Shejing in front.

This is a seven-element king's sacred weapon. From the phoenix tail, seven layers of flame power surge out, burning more and more fiercely, breaking through the undead demonic energy of the guardian Gu Shejing and rushing straight into her vest.

Seeing that Gu Shejing was about to be penetrated by the Phoenix Tail Needle.

Suddenly, Gu Shejing turned around and reached out to grab it.

The slender hands formed many phantoms.

This sacred instrument of the Seven-Yuan King appeared in her hand in the next moment, sandwiched between two fingers.

"How is that possible?" True Emperor Yuanshu's face changed drastically and he couldn't believe his eyes.

His strongest soldier was actually taken away by Gu Shejing with his bare hands.

Even an extremely strong person like Yuan Qianmo might not be very confident in grabbing the Phoenix Tail Needle with his bare hands in the situation just now.

Zhang Ruochen naturally saw this scene, his eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself, "Did she really hide her strength? Or is she just another... Gu She... Jing..."

"It's a priceless treasure." Gu Shejing said to herself as she landed on the edge of a boulder.

At this moment, her figure was upright, her clothes were flying, and she was powerful. Demonic clouds were billowing above her head, and her eyes were heroic and cold.

Compared with before, he seemed to be a completely different person, exuding overwhelming fighting spirit and demonic energy. In his pupils, the demonic lines intertwined into a sea of ​​blood-red stars.

Holding the Phoenix Tail Needle in her palm, the trembling weapon spirit was easily suppressed by her.

She held up her long black hair with both hands and inserted the phoenix tail needle into it as a hairpin.

Suddenly, the playful woman with a smile on her face turned into a cold-faced layman disguised as a man.

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