God Emperor

For monks from all walks of life in Heaven, the Palace of Death is the most terrifying palace among the twelve palaces of the Temple of Destiny.

The color changes upon hearing it.

Thousands of years ago, the chaos in the Origin Temple caused heavy losses to the Death Temple, and almost all the Ten Souls under its banner were wiped out. However, it did not damage the foundation of the Death Palace.

The ten realms of undead are all undead.

It's just a refined killing tool!

The Death God obtained a large amount of resources from the Origin Temple, which greatly increased the power of the Death Temple in the world, even more than it had been a thousand years ago.

It seems to be the first divine palace!

She Huang, the most outstanding genius of the new generation in the Palace of Death, has practiced for more than five hundred years and has reached the Great Perfection of the Hundred Flails Realm.

He was born in the Corpse Clan. He was an ancient corpse in the ancient strata of the Underworld, giving birth to soul light and giving birth to new life. It is said that his body contains the marks of all the powerful men in the sky, and his combat power, understanding, and physique are all outstanding.

He is the most competitive candidate for the new Son of God in the Temple of Destiny in the next millennium.

At this moment, the giant divine bone ship carrying the monks from the Death Palace was flying over the Wuding Divine Sea. On the sea surface, a black shadow larger than the mountain was cast, shocking the aquatic creatures in the sea with fear and uneasiness.

The blood slaughterer was mighty and domineering, sitting at the top of the giant divine bone ship, with his cape flying like a battle flag on his back. He held a bronze container filled with divine blood in his hand, and drank sips at a time, seemingly preoccupied.

The black-robed high priest of death, demigods, and the supreme sage could only stand under him, and no one dared to sit down.

As for She Huang, he is just a great sage in the Hundred Flails Realm. Not to mention he has not yet become the Son of God. Even if he becomes the Son of God, how can the Emperor of the Massacre God take him seriously?

Therefore, he can only stand behind the Supreme Sage, and his status is still far behind.

A supreme sage, with a flattering look on his face, poured out divine blood from the cauldron and filled it up with Xue Tu.

The black-robed high priest of death asked curiously: "God of War Emperor, why did our Death Palace leave early and not go with Her Majesty the Goddess and the others?"

Xue Tu stared at him and said, "When we are working in the Palace of Death, why do we need to look at the face of the Goddess of Destiny?"

"What the God of War Emperor said is true."

"Well said, the Palace of Death is the head of the Twelve Palaces, and we all obey the orders of the God of War. Goddess, you will have to abdicate soon!"

The black-robed high priest of death did not expect that the Emperor of Massacre and War would suddenly become so angry. His old face changed and he quickly apologized in a low voice.

She Huang walked out and said: "The War of the Ten Realms has ended. Next, the battlefield where the Shura Star Pillar Realm and the ancient civilization factions are located is the time for our Death Palace to flex its muscles. What's the point of staying in the Wuding Divine Sea? What do you mean? It’s better to go to the battlefield first and take advantage of it.”

Xue Tu's face softened slightly and he said with a smile: "Have you seen that Master Nephew She really understands the emperor's intention. The emperor will definitely help him with all his strength and ascend to the position of the new son of God."

She Huang's expression remained unchanged, but he quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, uncle."

"Wow——"

A message light talisman came through the sky and caught up with the giant divine bone ship.

Xue Tu caught the light talisman and took a closer look. His majestic and solemn face twitched slightly.

She Huang was extremely intelligent and knew how to observe people's emotions and said, "Uncle Master, what big thing happened?"

Xue Tu's face was uncertain. He crushed the light talisman into pieces and ordered: "Raise the speed of the red-armored divine bone ship to the fastest speed and go to the Shura Star Pillar Realm."

All the powerful saints in the Palace of Death were all discussing in an uproar, and they all speculated that a large-scale war between heaven and hell broke out. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a powerful man like the Emperor of Massacre to be so nervous and cautious.

The red-armored divine bone ship hurried on, passed through the wormhole, took advantage of the space teleportation array, and finally crossed the Unfixed Sea of ​​Gods and saw the coastline made of planets in the distance.

Wherever the red-armored divine bone ship flew by, the defensive formations automatically opened and the troops retreated, demonstrating the powerful deterrent power of the Death Palace in the hell world.

Xue Tu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

On one of the planets on the coastline, a streak of blood flew out and condensed into Xia Yu's figure. He stopped in front of the red-armored divine bone ship and said in a cold tone: "The God of Massacre, I have an old friend of the Undead Vampire Clan. I invite you." A narration.”

Xue Tu almost cursed, but why was he still blocked?

He had already sensed Zhang Ruochen's aura.

I want to walk, but it seems I can’t.

Xue Tu bit the bullet and flew down to a red-yellow rock planet with Xia Yu.

The planet was now mostly covered by the vines of the Holy Flower.

The Holy Food Flower is rooted in the colorful merit monument and is swallowing and absorbing it.

Zhang Ruochen put his hands on his back, his body as straight as a sword, and sighed: "Shang Ziyan can be regarded as a strong man of the generation, the leader of Shangqiu and Merit Temple. Unfortunately, now, he can only be used as food for the Holy Flower. This is really sad. . All the famous people turned into dust."

"Xuetu, you are also a representative of Yuanhui level. Compared with Shang Zixuan in terms of cultivation strength, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

Zhang Ruochen turned around and stared at Xue Tu.

Xue Tu's heart trembled violently, and he pretended to be calm and said: "What's the comparison with a dead person?"

Afterwards, he quickly clasped his fists and saluted, and said sincerely: "Senior brother, you are finally back. All these years, I thought something unexpected happened to you, and I felt very uncomfortable."

Zhang Ruochen looked at Xuetu carefully. He was dressed plainly and couldn't find anything valuable on his body.

No!

His body is the most valuable.

"Did you receive the light talisman that Xia Yu passed on to you?" Zhang Ruochen asked casually.

Xue Tu was stunned and said: "Light Talisman? What light Talisman?"

He stared at Xia Yu and said: "Junior sister, how long ago did you send the message to me? Why don't I know it at all? Did the light talisman fall into the sea of ​​uncertainty?"

Xia Yu's eyes were cold and he said: "Don't call me junior sister. The God of War Emperor is a disciple of the God of Death, how can I dare to reach such a high level?"

"What are you talking about? Once a master, always a master. The Blood Queen is my master, and has always been. I, the Blood Slaughter, am not an ungrateful person?"

Xuetu quickly looked at Zhang Ruochen and said, "Brother, you have to believe me. I had to rush there immediately because of the urgent military situation in the Shura Star Pillar Realm. As for the messenger light talisman, I really didn't receive it."

"The monks all over the world think that the Emperor of War God of Massacre has great glory, but how do they know that in his position, there are too many helpless things."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "Your cultivation level is not weak now, and you can be regarded as the top strong man in the world."

"Top ten in the world, no big deal." Xue Tu said with a slightly amused smile.

Zhang Ruochen said again: "You have a very high status now. You should have the final say in the Palace of Death, right?"

"In the Palace of Death, it is naturally impossible to have a second voice." Xue Tu said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "With your current cultivation and status, it shouldn't be difficult to return a supreme holy weapon, right?"

Xue Tu's heart was beating wildly, knowing he couldn't escape.

"Repaying debts is a matter of course." Xia Yu said.

Xuetu tried his best to squeeze out a painful expression: "Senior brother, don't look at me now, I have some small achievements in cultivation. But, in a thousand years, I can make such rapid progress, it is all due to the accumulation of resources. , I have used up all my wealth. Now I want to make a fortune and repay my senior brother’s debt through the war between the ancient civilization factions.”

"Is that so?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "You should have a divine stone on your body, right? The three of them are not as good as you in cultivation, but they gave me 360,000 divine stones. No matter how poor you are, you should be richer than them."

Xuetu looked at Qi Linzi and the other three, shouting in his heart, this is unfair!

As the number one master of the Immortal Vampire Clan, why hasn't he received so many sacred stones before?

Three hundred and sixty thousand divine stones, how many planetary territories can be purchased with this?

Of course Xuetu knew why Qi Linzi and the other three gave Zhang Ruochen the sacred stone. It was as if a new door had opened in his heart. It turned out that earning divine stones could be so simple.

Zhang Ruochen pointed to the red-armored divine bone ship in the sky and said: "If you really don't have any divine stones on you, go and borrow them from the monks in the Palace of Death. With your reputation for massacring the God of War, you should be able to borrow quite a few."

"Yes, in my capacity, if I borrow from them, how dare they not borrow it? If I don't pay it back, how dare they ask me for it?" Xuetu once again felt like he was enlightened and thought of another way to make a fortune.

However, you absolutely cannot borrow it now.

Even if it is borrowed, it will not fall into his hands.

Xuetu's mind was spinning and he said: "Senior brother, with my status, how can I ask them to borrow the sacred stone? How can a disciple of the majestic Death God not have any arrogance?"

"Even the name of the God of Death was brought out. Are you making it clear that you don't take me seriously and don't want to repay the debt?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes turned cold, and the red sword he was refining in his hand spurted out blood mist covering thousands of miles, and said: "If I kill your hands and feet now, will the Lord God stand up for you?"

Qi Linzi and the other three are all great enemies.

Zhang Ruochen is also too moody. Just now he was friendly with Brother Xuetu, and suddenly he wants to cut off his limbs. It's so cruel!

How dare Xuetu answer the question?

The Lord of Death, the master's banner, is indeed very useful, so that some false gods and new gods have to be polite when they see him.

But, who is Zhang Ruochen?

Invincible in the world, a myth in the world.

As long as you don't kill him, as the Death God, how can you deal with a holy monk?

And Zhang Ruochen has all the means to make his life worse than death.

Moreover, the reputation of the God-Emperor of Massacre was as loud as thunder in heaven and hell. Zhang Ruochen wanted to destroy his reputation, but it was only a matter of seconds.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Hand over the huge stone altar you got in the Origin Temple. It is actually a good treasure."

"No, my emperor... I only have this powerful war treasure. If I lose it, how can I resist the supreme holy weapons of other Yuanhui-level representatives?"

"Brother, please give me some more time. If we fight together, I will be able to earn a lot of sacred stones. If you are lucky, maybe you can also capture one of the Supreme Sacred Artifacts."

"Senior Brother, you have so many Supreme Sacred Artifacts, hundreds of thousands of Divine Stones, and ten great worlds. You are richer than many gods. Why do you need to embarrass me, Junior Brother?"

The more he talked about it, the more sad Xue Tu felt, feeling the huge wealth gap.

He even felt that Zhang Ruochen had lost his humanity, was unkind for the sake of wealth, and bullied the weak.

Zhang Ruochen seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He put away the Pure Sword and sent a message to Xuetu, "There are so many people here, and the monks from the Death Palace are also watching from above. I will give you face. The debt you owe can be taken care of in the future." Return slowly."

"Thank you, senior brother. Senior brother is really my dear senior brother."

As if Xuetu had received an amnesty, he immediately bowed and saluted Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hands, held him up, and whispered: "I gave it to you, face. I have something important that I need you to do for me. You can't refuse, can you?"