God Emperor

The sea area where Guixu is located is vast and boundless.

The sky and the earth are all red, like a blazing copper furnace.

The monks from heaven and hell stood on islands watching the battle.

These islands are made up of the corpses of ancient giant beasts and the sand. They look ferocious and angry, with different shapes and contain the aura of death. Unfortunately, too much time has passed, and the corpse of this giant beast has lost its due value and is no different from a stone.

Today's battle is between Xuetu and Zhenyuan, competing for the ownership of one of the ten realms, the "Fire Cloud Realm."

The spectators stood thousands of miles away in the sea.

A cloud of experts from the Temple of Destiny, led by the temple goddess Prajna, gathered on a bone island shaped like an eagle's wings. They are either lifeless, evil, or cold. All of them are top experts in the divine realm.

Zhuo Yunong and the Great Sage Sergeant of the Adjudication Department under him stood on the left side of Eagle Wings and said: "This Zhenyuan is really impressive. He has actually practiced the Five Elements Wood to the point of trance. All the people in heaven are Among the strongest, his strength is enough to rank among the top five.”

On the entire island, Prajna was the only one sitting.

Under her body is a large blood jade flying dragon chair. She is wearing a dark blue divine robe. Her skin is like fairy jade. There is the Styx flowing around her body. Her long black hair is swaying in the wind, and she is extremely powerful.

In Prajna's hand, he holds a staff. There are countless rules of fate flowing around the staff, which can affect space, time, light and darkness, origin, truth, reality and reality, and the seven emotions and six desires.

This is the stick of destiny.

With this staff, in the first battle of the Ten Realms War, she defeated Chu Jian, the representative of the Heavenly Court, with her eighteen staff, which shocked the world and made monks all over the world realize that not only was there something missing in the Temple of Destiny, but also the goddess. He is an incredible strong man.

Thousands of years ago, Zhuo Yunong did not take the young Prajna seriously. Now that his cultivation has advanced further, he is extremely afraid of Prajna, and his words are full of awe.

A sergeant from the Judgment Department came over and knelt down on one knee: "Your Highness the Goddess, Qing Xunyun, the deputy camp leader of the Blood Emperor's God and Demon Camp, wants to see you."

"Oh? Let him come over." Prajna lowered his eyebrows and said lightly.

Qing Xunyun walked over quickly and was intimidated by Prajna's aura. With his cultivation level close to the peak of a demigod, he couldn't help but lower his head, bowed and saluted, and said: "Meet the goddess."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Prajna didn't look at him, still staring at the empty battlefield in the distance.

"Zhang Ruochen is back!" Qing Xunyun said.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yunong and the monks from the Adjudication Department all looked surprised.

Prajna finally turned his gaze back, and his eyes fell on Qing Xunyun.

Suddenly, the pressure on Qing Xunyun increased sharply, and he felt the eyes of Her Majesty the Goddess, as if thousands of swords were piercing his body. He quickly said: "I'm not sure yet, but just now, there was indeed a person with deep cultivation. The unpredictable man came to Guixu with Xia Yu and Chi Kongle. "

The atmosphere on the entire island became extremely solemn.

Prajna was calm and composed, stood up, walked towards Qingxun Yun, and said, "Why did you report this matter to this goddess?"

The invisible pressure was stronger. Qing Xunyun said: "Zhang Ruochen's father is a traitor to the Temple of Destiny. And Zhang Ruochen is the sinner who created the vision of 'the stream of destiny flows back and floods the temple'. The monks in the Kunlun world back then , Zhang Ruochen probably played a role in rescuing the Lord of the Death Temple. Since he appears, I think the Temple of Destiny will take action. "

"So, you're here to tell the truth?" Prajna said.

Qing Xunyun said: "Everyone can punish the monks who harm the interests of the Temple of Destiny."

"I understand, please step back!" Prajna said.

Qing Xunyun added, "Your Highness must take action as soon as possible, otherwise Zhang Ruochen will hide in the dark and it will be difficult to deal with him!"

"Do I need you to teach me how to do things like this?"

Prajna's eyes stared at him, so cold that Qing Xunyun's expression changed in shock.

Qing Xunyun did not dare to speak any more, bowed his hands and quickly retreated.

Zhuo Yunong said: "Your Highness, I will lead the monks from the Adjudication Department to capture him."

"Who to capture?" Prajna said.

Prajna's eyes were very sharp, and even a person like Zhuo Yunong did not dare to look at her. He avoided his gaze and said, "Of course it's Zhang Ruochen."

Prajna shook his head and said: "What a joke! Even Qing Xunyun himself is not sure. The monk he saw was Zhang Ruochen. Apparently someone wants to use the Temple of Destiny to test the true identity of a certain strong man."

Zhuo Yunong thought for a moment and understood immediately. His eyes darkened and he said: "Your Highness is smart, but Yunong was reckless! However, this Qing Xunyun dared to use the Temple of Destiny. He is so brave."

"Huh!"

Prajna glanced at a sub-god-level warship in the distance, with Zhang Ruochen, Xia Yu and Chi Kongle standing on it.

The other monks in the Temple of Destiny also discovered the demigod-level battleship and looked at it with both eyes.

The identity of the mysterious man who appeared with Xia Yu and Chi Kongle was so questionable that he attracted the attention of monks from all walks of life. Of course, more monks focused their attention on Xue Tu and Zhen Yuan, who were fighting fiercely.

In the battlefield.

The twelve wings on Xue Tu's back spread out and turned into twelve clouds of blood, covering the sky for hundreds of miles. In front of him, flying a huge stone altar thousands of feet high, facing off against the supreme holy weapon shot by Zhen Yuan. bump.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

The collision between the huge stone altar and the Supreme Sacred Artifact caused the earth and the earth to tremble, and the sea water shook the sky, forming regular waves of the Holy Path, turning thousands of miles into a restricted area.

Zhang Ruochen recognized that the huge stone altar held by Xue Tu was the one in the Origin Temple, which had been preserved for countless years and remained immortal.

From the beginning, he knew that this altar was anything but ordinary, but it was a pity that he could not take it away.

Who would have thought that Xuetu would have such a great opportunity to become the master of the giant stone altar.

Zhang Ruochen asked Xia Yu with a smile on his face: "Has this guy become so powerful? I thought he died in the Origin Temple."

Xia Yu looked unkind and said: "It is said that Xuetu fell into a secret place in the Origin Temple thousands of years ago. There, he got an incredible opportunity. After the main body of the Origin Temple was brought back to the Death Temple by the Death God, I accidentally discovered him in the secret place and accepted him as my disciple."

"Becoming a disciple of the Lord of Death? You're lucky, that's a bit interesting." Zhang Ruochen nodded lightly.

Xia Yu snorted: "He just got your luck. If you hadn't brought him into the Origin Temple, how could he be where he is today? If it weren't for Master's help, how could he have obtained the Blood Flame God of War in the Kunlun Realm? inherited?"

"It's all his own chance, it has nothing to do with me." Zhang Ruochen said.

Xia Yu said: "With the Death God as his backer, Xuetu doesn't pay attention to the Xuejue family at all now, and he has never admitted that he is the master's disciple and calls himself the God Emperor of Massacre."

"You dare to call yourself the God of War before you reach the divine realm?" Zhang Ruochen was surprised. It was really hard to imagine how much the Blood Massacre had grown.

The battle in the distance is heating up.

There was a loud roar from Xue Tu: "The world has been created, the God of War has returned."

Flames as red as blood surged out of Xue Tu's body, turning into a sea of ​​fire at his feet.

In the sea of ​​​​fire behind him, a majestic shadow of the God of War rose.

The phantom seemed to be alive, emitting a deafening howl that shocked the spectators thousands of miles away with their eardrums tingling.

The Blood Flame God of War was one of the thirteen war gods of the immortal Vampire Clan a hundred thousand years ago. During the divine war, he fell in the Kunlun Realm.

Xuetu inherited his God of War mark and is now able to fully utilize the power of the mark.

Xia Yu said: "The purgatory fire practiced by Xue Tu is already very powerful. Later, he also practiced the blood flame divine fire of the blood flame war god and the phoenix divine flame of the death god. He integrated the three flames into one, Call it the Divine Fire of Massacre.”

"It can be seen that this kind of flame is indeed very strong, and the temperature is close to one million levels. With his strength, he can really be called a Yuanhui-level representative, and he can compete with false gods. In other times, , maybe he can become the strongest person in the hell world. It’s a pity that in this era, dragons and snakes are fighting each other, and there are many heroes.” Zhang Ruochen said.

Xia Yu said: "In this round, the hell realm should win again, and the monk in heaven will lose!"

"Not necessarily." Zhang Ruochen said.

Xia Yu was puzzled and said: "Unless Yuanhui-level geniuses like Que and Yin Yuanchen take action, who can be the opponent of Xuetu in this state?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Xue Tu's divine fire is no small matter. It is obviously the rule of the five elements of fire. Coupled with the mark of the God of War of the Blood Flame God of War, even Que and Yin Yuanchen will not be able to defeat him easily."

"In this case, you actually think that the monk in heaven still has a chance to win?" Xia Yu said.

Zhang Ruochen remained silent and stared at Zhenyuan.

Under the divine realm, Zhenyuan was one of the few monks who was difficult for Zhang Ruochen to see through.

Even Yin Yuanchen didn't give him such a feeling.

Facing Xue Tu's violent attack, Zhen Yuan was calm. He first used the rules of the Five Elements Wood to create a lush forest of sacred trees and hid in it.

"Haha! Among the five elements, fire restrains wood. Although you are fascinated by the five elements of wood, you will definitely be defeated by this emperor."

Xue Tu laughed loudly, controlled the sea of ​​fire under his feet, and rushed towards the sacred forest.

But, at this moment, strange sounds of water flow sounded in the sacred forest, getting louder and louder, like a rushing river.

"Wow!"

Dozens, hundreds, thousands of rivers gush out from the sacred forest.

The water in the river is not ordinary water, but is condensed with the regular divine patterns of the Five Elements of Water. It is bone-chilling and endless.

Zhenyuan was wearing a Taoist robe, standing on the top of the water waves of a river, and said in a loud voice: "Fire overcomes wood, but water overcomes fire."

"You actually practiced the Five Elements of Water to the point of trance." Xue Tu showed a shocked expression.

Not only the bloody massacre, but also all the spectators in heaven and hell were shocked.

It is extremely rare for monks in the Holy Realm to be able to practice a holy way to the point of trance. They can be called the ultimate existence under the Divine Realm. Even a quasi-Yuanhui-level representative can unleash the combat power of a Yuanhui-level representative.

It is not unheard of in history to cultivate two holy paths at the same time to the point of trance, but it is just very rare.

Even rarer than a Yuanhui-level genius.

Zhenyuan made a circle with his arms, and the Five Elements mark appeared on the top of his head, and said: "Do you think you are the only one who is fascinated by the fire path? Samadhi True Fire."

Zhenyuan spit out a mouthful of flames, which came in three colors and turned into a thousand-mile-long sacred river of flames, charging towards the Blood Slaughter. Wherever it passed, the space was burned and distorted.

That brilliant power frightened many monks.