God Emperor

On Santu River, the water area is wide.

The space is chaotic and the secret of heaven is extinct.

The Great God Wentong chose to take action here, so that he could hide everything from the sky and the sea, and even the gods could not sense or calculate.

"Snapped!"

The Divine King Talisman cracked open again, and Wen Chu vomited divine blood from his mouth.

One hundred and seven stone swords contain infinite magical power and can be transformed into stone needles or giant blades hundreds of feet tall. Every time the sword falls, it can split a star and split a world.

This is the power of God!

If it weren't for the protection of the God King Talisman, or if the four true gods had taken action together, at this moment, they would all have ended in a disastrous defeat.

Prajna walked towards Xiao Hei, and his snow-white jade hand stretched out like a phantom light, grabbing the edge of the stone sword.

The stone sword struggled violently, its sound was harsh, and magic lines and strange patterns emerged one after another. However, Prajna's five fingers were motionless, and the power of the stone sword could not break her flesh and blood.

Xiao Hei's round eyes looked at Prajna with shock.

No one knows better than him how powerful the stone sword is.

How can Prajna, who later became a god, be so much more powerful than it?

Xiao Hei slowly released his grip on the sword hilt, feeling depressed and sad. I thought that the Emperor of Slaughter of Heaven and Earth would be no weaker than anyone in his life, but he didn't expect that in the end, he would be worse than even Huang Yanchen.

When it was in Kunlun Realm, had it ever paid attention to Huang Yanchen?

Prajna grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the divine light flowed on his arm, suppressing the soul contained in the stone sword, and said: "Back then, the twenty-four god of war tablets of the great god Xingtian were broken into pieces and turned into residual stones. Unexpectedly, the Hades Palace actually turned into stone. These remaining stones were taken away and one hundred and eight stone swords were forged."

Zhang Ruochen felt a little confused when he saw Prajna's expression and momentum.

He walked over and asked: "The one hundred and eight stone swords are controlled by the divine source and soul of the Great God Xingtian. They are powerful in battle. How did you suppress the soul power in the stone sword and suppress it?"

Chi Xingtian's cultivation back then was so profound that the twenty-four God of War tablets were equivalent to his Star Soul God's throne.

One can imagine how powerful the divine power contained in one hundred and eight stone swords is. How can Prajna, a new god, be able to fight against it? Even if you use the power of fate, you can't suppress it.

Prajna's cultivation level cannot be that much stronger than Xiao Hei's, let alone be stronger than the divine formation.

"This is not the time to ask these questions. Xiao Hei, take Zhang Ruochen and leave first."

Holding a stone sword, Prajna stepped on a turbulent Styx River. With a graceful figure, he flew out of the Yin Ship and rushed towards the one hundred and seven stone swords in the sky.

Even Wen Chu, the true god, couldn't help but exclaim.

Even the God King Talisman couldn't stop the stone sword. How could the young Prajna Goddess dare to rush into the group of swords?

What shocked the monks on the Yin Ship was that Prajna was not killed by the stone sword, but instead the two started fighting. Every time the stone sword struck Prajna, it became hesitant and its power was greatly reduced.

She was like a stunning fairy, walking among the stone swords, slapping her palms from time to time.

"It seems that the Great God Wentong does not dare to offend the Temple of Destiny and has no mercy on the Prajna Goddess." Xue Tu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As a disciple of the Death God, even the Great God Wentong did not dare to kill her.

Zhang Ruochen didn't think so.

If Master Wentong dares to ambush in Santu River, he has the courage to kill them all.

How could he not dare to kill Prajna?

The only explanation is that the power of the soul in the stone sword is unwilling to attack Prajna. The one hundred and eight stone swords are not fighting against Prajna, but against the great God Wentong in the distance.

When this happens, there is only one explanation:

Prajna refined the star soul of God left by Chi Xingtian in Jiuli Temple.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen had more doubts in his heart.

Jiuli Temple has long since disappeared. When was it born?

Why did Prajna have the opportunity to obtain Chi Xingtian's Star Soul of God?

Xiao Hei felt lonely, grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrist, opened his mouth, and said: "Let's go, leave with me quickly. Once the old thief Wentong takes action, none of us can stop him."

"Need not."

Zhang Ruochen broke free from Xiao Hei's arm.

"You won't run away?"

Xiao Hei was not surprised. After all, how could Zhang Ruochen abandon Prajna and escape alone? However, he is only in the Holy Realm, and staying here will only be a drag.

Xiao Hei was about to take Zhang Ruochen away by force.

Zhang Ruochen patted Xiao Hei on the shoulder and said: "You stay and help Prajna. I will escape alone!"

At the moment when Xiao Hei was stunned, Zhang Ruochen had already flown to the railing of the Yin Ship, with Vulcan armor covering his whole body. He turned around and punched out a ball of divine blood, saying to Xiao Hei: "This is Chi Xingtian's divine blood! If Chi Xingtian's divine soul and will in the Xingtian jar have not been wiped out yet. If you carry the divine blood with you, you may be less vulnerable to attacks."

Leaving these words behind, Zhang Ruochen used the holy energy chain to grab Xuetu and Yan Ting from the air, flew out of the God King Talisman, and flew towards the depths of the waters filled with Yin energy.

Xiao Hei held the divine blood, but still couldn't come to his senses.

After not seeing each other for a thousand years, Zhang Ruochen has become so shameless?

No.

Can't say shameless.

It was so shrewd that it was caught off guard. At this moment, it had already escaped without a trace.

Distant seas.

The Great God Wentong stood on the top of the thunder mountain in the shape of a human head, staring at Prajna with cold eyes, and said: "This Goddess of Destiny is so powerful. She actually wants to take away the control of one hundred and eight stone swords from me. right."

The Great God Wentong was also a Yuanhui-level representative more than 300,000 years ago.

After cultivating for hundreds of thousands more years, how could he take a young girl who had just become a god in his eyes?

However, the power in Prajna's body was very strange. The one hundred and eight stone swords did not attack her at all, but showed signs of being out of control. Even the Xingtian jar, which was stepped on by Master Wentong, shook from time to time, and roars of anger rang out from the jar.

Chi Xingtian's soul has been refined for a hundred thousand years, and now his spiritual will is showing signs of recovery.

"Interesting, very interesting."

Master Wentong is sure that there must be some extraordinary relationship between Prajna and Chi Xingtian who lived one hundred thousand years ago.

"Wow!"

A ray of fire flew out from the Yin Ship.

Master Wentong took a closer look and said: "Zhang Ruochen wants to escape, Kong Zhi, you go and capture him. Be careful. Although Zhang Ruochen is still in the Holy Realm, he is a messenger of the origin, and his combat power cannot be underestimated."

"Don't worry, God, Zhang Ruochen can't escape."

The five false gods from the Hades Palace said in unison.

Standing among the five false gods was a six-meter-tall black-robed monk with a fleshy face, a snake-like pattern on his neck, and a lifeless body.

This monk is none other than Kong Zhi.

When he was alive, he was a monk in the Buddhist world of Xitian. After death, he transformed into a zombie clan in the Santu River.

Later, Tuo turned into the underworld.

The five false gods turned into five divine lights and chased Zhang Ruochen from five different directions in the direction where he escaped.

Xuetu was entangled by Zhang Ruochen's holy energy chain and flew quickly on the water. He didn't have any fear in his heart and said: "Senior brother, don't worry. Although Wentong is a great god, he still doesn't dare to do anything to me. My master is He cannot afford to offend the God of Death."

"On this Santu River, Great God Wentong killed you, who knew?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Xue Tu was immediately speechless and no longer as optimistic as before.

Zhang Ruochen sensed the aura of the five false gods, looked back and said, "Don't worry, his main target is me, not you. It's just that after killing me, you will be silenced."

Yan Ting was also wrapped in the chain of holy energy and said angrily: "Our trip is very secretive. I don't know who leaked the news and passed the news to Wentong."

"It can't be those little holy figures on the Yin Ship." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Ting was startled, thought of a possibility, and said, "What do you mean..."

How could those Holy Realm monks on the Yin Ship come into contact with figures like Master Wentong?

The only possibility is that the master of Yin Ship, the great god of Impermanence Ghost City, betrayed them.

Zhang Ruochen smiled coldly: "These treasures in my possession, not to mention the great gods, even the kings and respected beings will definitely be interested in them."

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

…

The five false gods chased after him.

Two of them flew over Zhang Ruochen's head and intercepted them.

The five divine powers turned into invisible power fluctuations and suppressed Zhang Ruochen.

Both Xuetu and Yan Ting's expressions changed drastically.

"Senior brother, please quickly ask the Burial Gold White Tiger to take action." Xue Tu roared.

Hearing this, the five false gods in the Hades Palace all looked horrified and quickly retreated into the distance, not daring to get too close to Zhang Ruochen.

All the gods in the hell world know that Zhang Ruochen has become the leader of the White Tiger Burying Gold.

However, no one knows how powerful the Golden Burying White Tiger can be in this era?

This kind of uncertainty makes even true gods fearful.

"If you don't take action, I'll leave first!"

Zhang Ruochen locked his eyes on a false god with bone wings on his back, and rushed towards him, preparing to break out.

The false god quickly retreated.

However, his speed could not compare with Zhang Ruochen, and he was caught up in an instant.

Zhang Ruochen swung his arm out and used the Taiqing Cloud-Pushing Hand. The golden light in his palm shone with surging divine power. The ordinary palm is like a golden mountain transformed into the shape of five fingers.

The false god also exerted all his strength to exert his magical power, and a Hades wheel formed in the palm of his hands.

"Boom."

The underworld chakra exploded.

The body-protecting aura of the false god was blown away, and his body flew out, with a large amount of divine blood spilling out.

He couldn't stop Zhang Ruochen's attack.

Xuetu and Yan Ting never imagined that Zhang Ruochen would be so powerful now. His combat power in the Holy Realm was simply unprecedented.

"The world's myths are well-deserved." Yan Ting sighed secretly.

Kong Zhi roared: "With the great god here, why should we be afraid of Zhang Ruochen? If the Golden Burial White Tiger dares to show up, today will be its death day."

"The Light of the Great Merciful Buddha!"

Kong Zhi flew thousands of feet high in the sky, clasping his hands together.

Golden Buddha light emitted from his body and turned into a sea of ​​gold. In the golden sea, strange sights such as ninth-grade lotuses, sky-reaching Buddha shadows, ancient temples, etc. appeared.

The golden ocean came down from above and suppressed Zhang Ruochen.

That momentum and power fluctuation are far more powerful than the Nine-Tooth Wolf God General.

"It's Kongzhi, the first among the lower three false gods." Xuetu reminded.

He and Yan Ting didn't dare to take any chances. The underworld's attack was so menacing that they even wanted to kill the Golden Burial White Tiger. What did they, the two holy monks, not dare to kill?

Although they are the top powerful men in the world, they can't help at all.

Xue Tu felt depressed. If he had known earlier, he would have led the Holy Army and swept through all walks of life in the Starry Sky Battlefield. Why would the Holy Realm monks go to the abyss of darkness? Why was he inexplicably involved in the war between gods?

The world is too dark. The so-called gods cannot interfere in the secular world. You cannot believe it too much. Absolute cultivation strength is the foundation for settling down and establishing a life. You must overcome the disaster as soon as possible and step into the realm of gods.