God Emperor

The Sword Lord reached out and grabbed it from the air, and the texture of the rules of heaven and earth appeared between his fingers. Suddenly, the "Asura Hell Map" in the hands of the seven masters appeared in his hands.

Even the gods present, all giants, could not understand the mystery.

The Seven Masters looked at their empty palms and smiled helplessly. In front of a god-level existence, they were obviously still far behind.

Mortals look to gods.

The gods must look up to the deity.

The "Asura Hell Picture" was re-opened, and Jia Tianxia, ​​the Lord God of Zhouhai, and the Nine-Headed Dragon God flew out from it. The three gods all had embarrassment on their faces. They were giants among the gods, but they were trapped in their own territory by the gods of the hell world. If this matter were to be publicized in the future, their prestige would be damaged.

Unless they kill seven great people today, they can avenge their shame.

True God Xuanyi looked quite young and handsome, but his eyes were extremely deep. He said: "Sword Master, you go and get the Origin Temple. Leave this place to me."

There is an unparalleled confidence in him.

Sword Master raised his head, looked into the distance, and said: "My old friend has arrived, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the Origin Temple for the time being."

All the gods present felt a terrifying power that oppressed the souls.

In this space surging with divine energy, a blood-leaf sycamore with an unknown height of thousands of miles appeared, reflecting the entire star field in blood red.

A blood leaf is as huge as a lake.

There is indeed a lake of blood on the leaves.

The thick aura of death is enough to make even the gods tremble with fear.

"The Blood Leaf Wutong appears, the God of Death is here!" Several gods in the hell world were in great spirits.

As a phoenix cry sounded, a colorful phoenix flew to this star field.

The feathers of the phoenix are brilliant, each one is like a sacred river, and the eyes are like two stars. However, such an extremely sacred phoenix releases a gray aura of death.

The phoenix flew around the blood-leaf sycamore tree, and turned into a graceful and hazy figure under the tree. It had an extremely beautiful figure, wore a veil, stood upright, and had an arrogant aura that intimidated the world.

The sea of ​​corpses floating under her feet looked like a creature that had lived for endless years. The aura on her body was extremely ancient and terrifying.

The God of Death, Feng Caiyi.

Except for the Sword Lord, no one dares to look directly at the Death God.

The blood-leaf sycamore shook, and the leaves flew out of the sky, turning into a rain of blood, rushing towards the direction of the sword master.

The sword master's expression was extremely serious, and he raised his hand and struck out with the sword.

"Wow!"

The space of thousands of miles is like a piece of paper that is cut open with a knife, and the dark and boundless nothingness is revealed.

The bloody leaves all over the sky were shattered into pieces and turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The next moment, the Lord of Swordsman and the God of Death, who suddenly appeared, disappeared into the starry sky and entered the void space. Immediately, the deafening sounds of battle were heard millions of miles away.

Few gods have ever seen the Death God speak.

She has always been lifeless and extremely indifferent, as if she was born for killing and does not want to say a word of nonsense. Or maybe, in her opinion, the gods present were not qualified to let her speak.

The thousands of miles of space split open by the Sword Master's sword, the energy of the sword has not faded for a long time, and the divine power has not been dispersed for a long time. The space cannot be closed and turned into a long river of space cracks.

Among the gods present, no one dared to approach the long river easily.

After a long period of silence, the pressure on the factions in the heaven world and the gods in the hell world became slightly lighter.

Although they can also participate in the confrontation between god-level beings, it is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will risk falling. Therefore, it is best to stay far away and not get involved.

One hundred thousand years ago, countless gods died because they participated in battles at the god level, and the bloody lessons are still fresh in their minds.

Xuan Yizhen said: "The Death God is restrained by the Sword Master. You deal with the remaining ones. I will go to the Origin Temple myself."

"Xuan Yi, can you leave?"

The Yin Yang Master controls the Divine Fetus of Destiny and blocks the way for the gods from the Heaven Realm to go to the Jiannan Realm.

True God Xuanyi said coldly: "Yin Yang, it's just you? A hundred thousand years ago, you weren't good enough, and now you are even less worthy of being my opponent."

The Seven Masters did not know what means they used, but they appeared beside Divine Master Yin Yang out of thin air and stared at True God Xuan Yi.

"The two of you combined are still far behind."

As soon as Xuan Yizhen's voice fell, a strange feeling occurred in his heart, and he turned his head to look at the space that was split open by Dao Zun's sword. I saw an extremely majestic figure walking out from the sharpest point of the sword.

This man has broad shoulders and a broad body, wearing a military robe.

The blood energy in his body was so strong that even though he was thousands of miles away, the sound of blood flowing like a river in his blood vessels could be heard.

Jia Tianxia's eyes suddenly shrank and he said: "Yam Luo Clan, Wuqing Sect. If he is not guarding the Dark Abyss, how could he appear here?"

Wherever the Wuqing Sect passed by, all the sword energy dissipated and the space slowly closed.

After all the space was restored, the proud figure of the Wuqing Sect stood still, looked at True God Xuanyi, and said: "I will fight you, do you think it is enough?"

True God Xuanyi said calmly: "Your Wuqing Sect is naturally qualified for this."

The unexpected appearance of the Wuqing Sect made the hearts of the gods of the heaven faction sink to the bottom.

Is it really a trap?

It is understandable that the God of Death appears so quickly. After all, her speed is unparalleled by few in heaven and hell. But why did the Seven Masters and the Wuqing Sect arrive so quickly?

Could it be that they have been ambushing here for a long time?

…

The Temple of Origin, on top of the huge stone altar.

Zhang Ruochen didn't take the risk in the end. After all, even if he used the divine bones to build a bridge, it wouldn't last long.

Moreover, there are two major variables.

First, what if blood mist suddenly rises in the blood lake?

Previously, Yuan Qianmo only came into contact with the blood mist for a moment and suffered a big loss.

Secondly, no one knows if there are any other dangers on Sword Island.

Once there is, if he goes forward rashly with his cultivation level, he will definitely die.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the other end of the blood lake, where there were several weird boulder buildings.

The top of the altar is very large, and the blood lake only occupies a small area. It is conceivable that before the Blood Lake appeared, those huge stone buildings were the main body on the top of the altar.

Zhang Ruochen knew very well that the gods from the Heaven Realm factions and the Hell Realm could come to the Origin Temple at any time. Time was very urgent and there was no need to risk their lives to seize the artifact.

Finding Givenchy Heart as soon as possible and leaving the Origin Temple is the right thing to do.

Many of those monks with strong cultivation fell because they were too greedy.

He, Zhang Ruochen, has no need to be greedy.

"I hope Gu Shejing didn't lie to me. If the sound of flutes really appeared in this area, then it must be related to this altar. On the altar, the only place that has not been explored is the few huge stone buildings. "

Zhang Ruochen returned to the formation camel, and after discussing with everyone, they walked towards the huge stone building together.

The monks from the Death Temple moved and followed.

In addition, they contacted Xuan Lingfeng, and the two parties communicated secretly and reached some unknown agreement. They originally wanted to unite with Wuma Jiuxing, but unfortunately Wuma Jiuxing stood above Yinglong, just staring at the chaotic cloud and paying no attention to them.

Master Yeyou looked at the monks from the Temple of Death who were approaching quickly, and said solemnly: "Something is going wrong. I'm afraid the Temple of Death is going to attack us!"

"Ignore it! If they dare to take action, just deal with it."

With Granny Haitang by his side, Zhang Ruochen was very confident.

There are four huge stone buildings in total, which are very strange, like Taoist temples, castles, and temples.

Among them, the largest building actually had no door, only a circular window that opened more than ten feet above the ground. Inside the window, it was pitch black. I used my mental power to explore, but was blocked from outside.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Did you notice before that Ji Fanxin came out of this window?"

Several people shook their heads at the same time.

Bai Qing'er was the first to board the huge stone altar. Zhang Ruochen would never believe it if he didn't enter these buildings to investigate.

Granny Haitang said in a hoarse voice: "This place is weird, Ruochen, don't go in there easily."

"I see."

Zhang Ruochen took out Fei Zhong's puppet body, injected a stream of mental power and soul power into it, and the puppet body immediately "lived".

This puppet body has a combat power close to that of the Supreme Saint, so it is perfect for it to explore the way.

The puppet body jumped and flew into the circular window.

"Bang!"

Just a moment later, there was an explosion inside, and the entire huge stone building shook violently, and strange ancient divine patterns appeared, accompanied by strange sounds coming from inside.

The sound was very strange, like it was coming from some living creature.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's sense of Fei Zhong's puppet body disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen's expression suddenly changed. His puppet body, which was close to the supreme combat power, was destroyed like this? What happened inside?

Such a puppet body was worth more than the Holy Artifact of the Seven-Yuan King. However, Zhang Ruochen didn't feel any heartache, just deep fear.

The Great Sage Yeyou, the Seven-Handed Old Man, and the Cairo Earth Master have all been through strong winds and waves, but their faces are as pale as earth at this moment.

No one noticed that the moment there was an explosion in the huge stone building, the Sword Island in the center of the Blood Lake trembled slightly and sank slightly.

When they were still in shock...

"Zhang Ruochen, you have colluded with the monks in heaven and repeatedly opposed the hell world. Today is the day of your death." As the originally silent voice sounded, the monks from the Temple of Death surrounded the formation camel.

Zhang Ruochen turned around and looked over, saying: "If you want to kill me and take away the treasures from me, just tell the truth. Why do you need such a high-sounding excuse?"

Yuan Ji smiled and said: "Since you see it so clearly, you took the initiative to hand over the few supreme holy weapons on your body. Maybe there is still a way to survive today."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Just you?"

Yuan Ji said: "What you rely on is only the Cairo Earth Master's formation. Once this defensive formation is broken, can you still be the opponent of the Temple of Death? It just so happens that Senior Xuan is also a formation world expert. Hand, how long do you think this defensive formation can stop him?"

Originally, although Ji could only be considered a weakling among this group of supreme saints, he could not resist the fact that he was Yuan Qianmo's younger brother, and his status meant that he was qualified to represent the Temple of Death.

Xuan Lingfeng walked to the front and showed a sinister smile.

Zhang Ruochen, who originally thought that he would be successful today, said with a very proud smile: "My fourth brother is about to break through and become a god. By then, not to mention one Cairo Earth Master, even ten Cairo Earth Masters will not be his opponent."

"Before he becomes a god, handing over the Supreme Sacred Artifact is your only way to survive."

The monks in the Temple of Death were all content and did not worry about Yuan Qianmo's safety at all. Because they know that once Yuan Qianmo loses to Ji Fanxin and there is a life and death crisis, they will definitely break through and become a god immediately.

For Yuan Qianmo, who ranks first in the "Shenchu ​​Volume", once he wants to break through, no one can stop him. Except for the gods, of course.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's eyes suddenly moved to the chaotic clouds in the distance, saw an incredible scene, and said: "No!"

Wu Ma Jiuxing, who was originally standing on top of Ying Long's head, emitted bright divine light and exploded with unparalleled divine power, causing the space to vibrate violently.

He stretched out a palm and slapped the chaotic cloud.

"Bang!"

The palm of his hand turned into a divine cloud, integrating Bai Qing'er into the Dao realm of the Chaos Holy Intention. In an instant, it was crushed and exploded.

The four powerful men who were having a fierce battle inside flew out like scarecrows and fell to the ground in a mess. Every one of them was bloody and suffered serious injuries.

"Wuma Jiuxing, what are you doing?"

General Zhu roared angrily and immediately rushed towards Bai Qing'er, who was lying in a pool of blood.

However, before he could get close to Bai Qing'er, he was hit by a sword flying out of Wu Ma Jiuxing's eyes. With a bang, the stone body turned into a pile of rubble, and all the life breath disappeared completely.

Prince Turtle swung his iron staff and struck Wu Ma Jiu Xing, but was thrown away by a sleeve. His body flew out of the huge stone altar and fell to an unknown location.

Yuan Qianmo, Gu Shejing, Xue Lingxian, and Bai Qing'er all looked at Wu Ma Jiuxing. They were suppressed by the divine power and regular divine patterns that burst out from his body, making it difficult to stand up.

Bai Qing'er faced the divine power head-on, and slowly sat down on the ground, her red lips stained with blood, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "It turns out that you have already broken through to the divine realm."

"It's not too early. I only broke through after leaving Ice King." Wuma Jiuxing said calmly.

Bai Qing'er said: "Why?"

Wuma Jiuxing put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said with emotion: "Because, the strongest sword art is in heaven, in the world of sword gods."

"So, during the years when you were missing, did you go to the Sword God Realm to practice?" Bai Qing'er asked.

"Boom."

Wu Ma Jiuxing flew down from Yinglong's head, crushed the head of Yuan Qianmo who was about to become a god, and kicked his headless body into the lake of blood.

The body turned into dust and sank to the bottom of the lake.

A genius of a generation, ranked first in the "Shenchu ​​Volume", with not even a single bone left, he was killed as if he were a mortal.

Wuma Jiuxing paced and said casually: "You are all going to die today anyway, so it's okay to tell you. Behind the Qiankun Yiqi Hall, there has always been the world of sword gods and the world of heaven. Qing'er, you are unparalleled in talent. If you are willing to submit, you can save your life today."

"Submit, who should I submit to?" Bai Qing'er seemed to have some real thoughts.

Wu Ma Jiuxing looked down at Bai Qing'er and said: "Give half of your holy soul over and let me control it. Today, I will protect your life!"

The divine power pressing against Bai Qing'er became stronger.