God Emperor

The Phoenix Tail Needle, named "Colorful Phoenix God Dance Needle", is a sacred weapon of the Seven-Yuan King. It is made from rare materials. It has the possibility of being nurtured into a supreme sacred weapon, and its power is naturally extremely powerful.

However, such a weapon worth hundreds of thousands of sacred stones was inserted into Gu Shejing's head and bound her hair.

All the monks' eyes fell on her, some were afraid, some were surprised, and some were confused.

"The descendants of the Rakshasa clan who came out of the most dangerous place are indeed terrifying. Together they help the True Emperor Yuanshu regain the Colorful Phoenix Divine Dance Needle."

The supreme saints of the Temple of Death caught up one after another and met with the True Emperor Yuanshu.

They all released the Dao realm and summoned the holy weapons.

Among them, behind the Supreme Sage, a bright Gate of Destiny rose, suspended above the head, in an attempt to suppress the demonic power of Gu Shejing.

"Just you?"

Gu Shejing stood facing the wind with a stern look in her eyes.

Facing the realm covered by the supreme saints from the Temple of Death, her eyes were full of disdain.

"Arrogant! Although you, Luo Zu, have a great reputation in the Yunshan realm, you are nothing in front of the Temple of Death." A supreme sage with three black islands suspended above his head snorted coldly.

Immediately, he controlled three islands and suppressed Gu Shejing.

The Temple of Death, respected by the entire Death clan, indeed has such confidence.

Three black islands, any one of which is thousands of miles long, placed in the ocean of a planet, can be called three continents.

This Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death has also practiced the Way of Space, and the three black islands are located in his space domain. At this moment, space was compressed, and three islands appeared above the huge stone altar, becoming only the size of mountains.

However, the weight contained in the three islands was superimposed on the rules of the holy path of the Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death. The power was so terrifying that the space was distorted and sunken downwards.

Zhang Ruochen and A Le, who were far away, found it difficult to breathe.

The blood massacre, which turned into the size of a mosquito, fell heavily onto the boulder. All the bones in his body were almost crushed, and he screamed in agony.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind blew on him, blowing him into the gap between the boulders and falling into an unknown and extremely dark place.

There were no gaps between the boulders, but the place where he fell was carved with strange divine patterns. The divine pattern happened to be inspired by the power of the Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death and revived.

The power of the three islands is infinite, but they are still dozens of feet away from Gu Shejing's head and cannot fall any further. The red necromantic demonic energy took the form of a demonic tree, spreading its branches and leaves, supporting Mishima.

The slender jade fingers of Gu Shejing's right hand were pinched into fingering patterns.

A series of regular divine lines flowed on her fingers like blood earthworms.

"Wow!"

Point it out.

A light wave containing divine power flew out from her fingertips and hit the chest of the Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death.

Screams sounded.

A blood hole the size of a washbasin appeared in the chest of the Supreme Sage, which exploded into a large piece of blood mist and fell to the boulder below.

"Ji Yun."

Another supreme saint from the Temple of Death flew over to check his injuries, but was shocked to find that the supreme saint had died tragically, his flesh and blood turned into powder, and even the holy source was corroded by the demonic energy.

The supreme sage quickly stepped away and said in a trembling voice: "What a terrifying power of death, even the death energy in the body of the dead cannot be compared to it."

It stands to reason that the supreme saint has a strong vitality and is difficult to kill.

But now, with just one finger strike, a living supreme saint has turned into dust. This impact is too great for any monk!

Following the tragic death of their master, the three islands suspended above Gu Shejing's head automatically decomposed and spread apart.

"This witch is too domineering. Let's take action together to avenge the Great Sage Jiyun."

The Supreme Sage, who was holding the Gate of Destiny, shouted like this, and then struck out a spindle-shaped five-yuan king's sacred weapon.

The fusiform holy weapon released dense electric light and turned into an electric dragon.

"Bang!"

Gu Shejing still pointed out, and hit the electric dragon with her finger.

The electric dragon exploded, and the spindle-shaped king's holy weapon wrapped in it was thrown away.

The finger light beam did not dissipate, and its power remained undiminished. It fell on the supreme saint, penetrated the layers of defensive light, and shattered him into a ball of blood mist.

All the defensive cards he threw out, whether it was talismans or holy weapons, were all useless and there was no way to escape death.

The gates of destiny dispersed.

The second Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death died, and the blood mist sprinkled on the faces of True Emperor Yuan Shu and other great saints of the Death Temple, making their expressions dull and speechless. They could only hear their own rapid heartbeats.

The master Yeyou and Lord Turtle, the old man with seven hands and General Zhu all stopped while they were fighting.

Two supreme saints fell in a row, making them terrified.

"Luo Zu has magical powers in the Yunshan realm. Without him, he would be dead. I didn't expect Zhang Ruochen's concubine to be so powerful. No wonder she dared to follow her here without fear of Yuan Qianmo."

Master Yeyou showed a smile, stared at Lord Turtle, and said, "Did you see that, this is the master on my side, little turtle boy, run away for your life!"

Hearing the words "little turtle hatchling", Lord Turtle gritted his teeth in anger.

After all, it is a monk who has practiced with the Great God Huangtian, and can be regarded as a disciple of the Great God. How can this old ghost who looks like a crooked melon and a jujube be humiliated?

Prince Turtle said disdainfully: "You're a master... you're a piece of shit, I... I... my girl... mother... mother..."

"You're a turtle, but you still want a girl?" Master Yeyou was slightly stunned.

The turtle prince was so angry that his color changed from emerald to red.

One ghost and one turtle immediately started fighting again, fighting fiercely.

Zhang Ruochen stared at Gu Shejing closely and said, "There's a problem! With the same fingering technique, when she attacked Bai Qing'er on the Ice King Star, it was definitely not as powerful. What's going on?"

Zhang Ruochen would never believe that Gu Shejing deliberately hid her cultivation when she was fighting against Bai Qing'er and Wuma Jiuxing.

After all, Wuma Jiuxing's sword is no joke.

Even a demigod would find it hard to survive after being struck by a knife.

The period after leaving Ice King was too short, and it was unlikely that Gu Shejing would achieve a major breakthrough.

The only explanation is that Gu Shejing is very likely to have a dual personality, or even two souls in one body. The Gu Shejing who fought against Wuma Jiuxing has a cheerful personality, lively and charming, but her cultivation strength is weaker.

Now the stern and devilish Gu Shejing is obviously much more powerful.

Not to mention the great sage of the Death Temple, even Zhang Ruochen was wary of the Gu Shejing in front of him. He always felt that she had no emotions, as if she was possessed by a demon. Even if Zhang Ruochen gets close to her, there is a chance that he will be killed by her with one finger.

"Anyone who stands in my way will be killed without mercy."

Gu Shejing glanced coldly at the monks at the Temple of Death, then turned into a stream of red light and rushed towards the top of the altar.

"Witch, where are you going?"

Xuan Lingfeng roared loudly, pointed at Gu Shejing with the red-gold staff in his hand.

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In front of the staff, formation inscriptions appeared one after another, intertwining into a circular formation three feet in diameter.

"Swish."

In the formation, a rain of swords flew out.

It's not sword energy, it's all metal swords.

These war swords were formed by Forging Lingfeng and absorbing the rules of the Five Elements of Gold between heaven and earth using formation techniques.

The densely packed battle swords turned into a ten-foot-wide torrent, rushing straight towards Gu Shejing.

"The methods of World Hand are indeed extraordinary. Even with Gu Shejing's ability, he was forced to stop."

Taking this opportunity, the eight supreme saints in the Temple of Death, the holy energy in their bodies flowed like a rushing river, forming eight clouds of death energy above their heads.

Eight supreme high-level holy arts were condensed and formed in the cloud of death energy.

Gu Shejing did stop, turned around to face the torrent of flying war swords, and said in a cold voice: "I have already said that anyone who stands in my way will die. How dare you still offend?"

She didn't see any means of protecting her body as she rushed directly towards the torrent of swords.

"boom!"

"boom!"

…

Punch after punch, thousands of war swords were shattered by her.

Metal fragments were flying everywhere.

As for the eight supreme saints in the Temple of Death, all the eight supreme high-level holy spells fell on her, but they could not hurt her demonic body.

The monks in the Temple of Death felt as if they had seen a ghost and felt chills all over their bodies.

"Even if the false god stands still and is hit by eight supreme high-level holy arts, his divine body cannot withstand it and there will be damage. Is her physical demonic body stronger than the false god's divine body?"

Yuanshu Zhenhuang said: "Her physical body is certainly powerful, but it is not that strong yet. What she uses is a peerless magical power found in Luo Zu Yunshan Realm's secret code "Death Map", called Demon Ancestor War. body."

"The rules of the holy way she cultivated are combined with the physical body through magical powers, so that the physical body is indestructible. This is only possible after the Demon Ancestor's battle body has been cultivated to the fifth level."

"From ancient times to the present, there are no more than ten monks who can cultivate this kind of magical power to the fourth level or above. She should be the number one person in the Yuanhui of Luo Zu Yunshan Realm!"

A supreme dead race member said: "The Demon Ancestor has a strong fighting body, but her holy soul and spiritual power may be her weaknesses. Let's use the power of death together to attack her holy soul and spirit."

Just when the eight supreme saints in the Temple of Death released the power of death at the same time.

Gu Shejing had already penetrated the torrent of war swords and reached right in front of Xuan Lingfeng.

Xuan Lingfeng's expression changed drastically. Formation mages were most afraid of close combat. What's more, the opponent was someone who had cultivated the Demon Ancestor's combat body. He clearly sensed the overwhelming murderous aura and infinite magical power emanating from the stunning woman opposite.

The staff in Xuan Lingfeng's hand is a treasure that is more precious than the Holy Artifact of the Seven-Yuan King. It is called the "Xuanwu Staff".

The staff is in the shape of a snake, with sharp scales, and a fist-sized turtle on top.

Similar in shape to Xuanwu.

At this critical moment of life and death, Xuan Lingfeng grasped the staff tightly with his palm and moved it downwards.

The sharp scales cut his palm, and a large amount of holy blood flowed out.

The Xuanwu staff absorbed Xian Lingfeng's blood, and the light suddenly increased. The eyes of the turtle on the top of the staff lit up.

Xuan Lingfeng hit the staff hard to the ground.

"Wow!"

A defensive formation lit up beneath his feet.

Then, the second one, the third one...

A series of eight formations are stacked one on top of another, and the formation patterns are connected to each other, forming a Xuanwu that is ten feet long.

Gu Shejing punched Xuanwu, and eight formations operated at the same time, rebounding her back. A large amount of thunder and lightning surged out from the formation and struck her.

Standing in the center of Xuanwu, Xuan Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "My eight-layer Xuanwu formation, even the false gods can resist it for a while, so don't waste your efforts!"

Just as Gushe Jing was about to attack, the death power of the eight supreme saints of the Death God Temple fell on her.

The death power was like a curse, invisible and intangible, and directly attacked her holy soul and spirit.

"You are really ignorant. My Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm lineage is making progress in both physical training and spiritual cultivation. With your death power of this strength, you want to attack me?"

Gushe Jing turned around and stared at them, chanting: "The demons in the sky and the demons under the ground are strengthening my inner demons. The stronger the inner demons, the stronger I will be."

"The inner demon backfires!"

The next moment, the eight supreme saints of the Death God Temple who were exerting death power, except Yuan Shu Zhenhuang, all screamed miserably.

One of them went crazy and scratched his skull. His face was covered with blood and he was extremely ferocious. He rushed to the bottom of the altar, and it was unknown where he rushed to.

Yuan Qianmo and Wu Ma Jiuxing, who were fighting fiercely, were finally alarmed.

The two stopped immediately.

One person let out a long whistle, and the other made a sharp sound of a knife, in order to intimidate Gushe Jing above.

Gushe Jing looked at the two lights and shadows flying rapidly from below, pointed at Duan Lingfeng, and said: "I hope you can stay in the formation, otherwise I, Gushe Jing, will keep my word and let you die without a burial place."

"Wow!"

Gushe Jing broke through the air and was the first to climb to the top of the giant stone altar.

Then, she seemed to have seen something incredible, and her eyes showed shock.

Duan Lingfeng let out a long breath, and the holy robe on his body was actually soaked with sweat.

Zhang Ruochen looked up and felt that Gushe Jing had become very unfamiliar. He said solemnly: "Before going up, set up the formation first. As the Hand of the World, your Cairo Earth Master's methods should not be weaker than Duan Lingfeng's, right?"

"I cultivated the Hand of the World in the First Formation Holy Land of Heaven, Zhenmie Palace. How can Duan Lingfeng compare with me?"

Although Cairo Earth Master said so, he was also shocked by the fighting power that Gushe Jing had just burst out. He immediately set up a defensive formation with great care.

Once the formation was completed, it immediately turned into a camel-like beast that was dozens of feet long.

The three people and the blood wolf all stood inside the camel.

The camel ran wildly, climbed the giant stone altar, and reached the top.

...

"I didn't expect that this descendant of Luo Zuyunshan Realm actually cultivated the Demon Ancestor Battle Body and the Heart Demon Backbiting Great Method, causing the Death God Temple to lose three Supreme Realm Great Saints in a row." Yuan Qianmo said.

He has helped seven Supreme Realm Great Saints of the Death God Temple to resolve the Heart Demon vision that invaded their bodies.

Except for Yuan Shu Zhen Huang, the other six supreme saints all suffered varying degrees of injuries, and it was difficult for them to recover in a short period of time.

Yuan Qianmo and the monks of the Death God Temple almost climbed to the top of the giant stone altar together with the formation camel.

After reaching the top, even with the temperament of Zhang Ruochen, A Le, and Yuan Qianmo, they were shocked by the scene in front of them and held their breath.