God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen's mental power and thoughts were countless, spreading on both sides of the golden stream, breathing in and out together, causing the space to vibrate.

The golden mist gushing out from the body of Yunqing Ancient Buddha was the Buddha's marrow, which was continuously integrated into spiritual power thoughts, causing Zhang Ruochen's mental power to rapidly transform and grow, reaching the level of a god.

Breaking into the seventieth level.

At the moment when his spiritual power became a god, Zhang Ruochen clearly felt that the holy soul had changed accordingly. Although it did not turn into a divine soul, it became different from before.

Like it can exist forever and never die.

Zhang Ruochen secretly guessed that this was because after becoming a god with spiritual power, his lifespan increased greatly and he could live for a lifetime, which caused a strange feeling.

Next, under the nurturing of powerful spiritual power, the holy soul may be able to advance into a divine soul.

"The Dao-killing Curse of Hades Palace is of no use at all... No, the rumors are wrong, everything is wrong. Zhang Ruochen was not cursed at all. Someone set up a trap, a trap..."

God General Gailin said this, took the Buddha's relic, and fled quickly.

Even though he had two Divine King Marks and was powerful in battle, when Master Yutian was killed by a sword, he was frightened and never dared to confront Zhang Ruochen again.

"Want to leave?"

Zhang Ruochen took out the God-defying Monument and slapped it with his palm.

The remnant stele glowed brightly, and the divine inscriptions shone like stars, flying out quickly and impacting General Gai Lin.

Divine General Gailin roared, holding the Buddha's relic in his left hand. The Divine King pattern on his right arm emerged, and he turned around and clapped it out with his palm.

But something happened that frightened him.

The divine king pattern on the arm quickly became dim, its power was greatly reduced, and it was erased by some invisible force.

"how so?"

God General Gailin almost hissed as he roared.

"Bang!"

The anti-god stele collided with his palm, the god's arm was fractured, blood flowed profusely, and his body flew backwards.

The God King's divine pattern is indeed powerful. Even if it becomes dim, it is still powerful. General Gai Lin withstood the blow without being killed and escaped at a faster speed.

"You can't escape, Winter Sword!"

The time sword technique appears again.

Without giving God General Gai Lin any chance to fight back, Shen Yuan's ancient sword pierced his vest like a flash of light. At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's palm, densely covered with gold-buried rules and divine patterns, slapped his head.

"Bang!"

God Gailin's head exploded, and a large number of souls were destroyed by the power of burial gold.

The divine source fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

Zhang Ruochen swung his second sword and cut off the left arm of God General Gai Lin who was clutching the Buddha's relic. Then, he stepped on the god's corpse that was about to fight back.

Even without its divine origin and head, the divine corpse remains immortal.

Zhang Ruochen released the Divine Fire of Purification under his feet, refining his remaining soul and spiritual will.

The left arm of General Gailin fell to the ground.

On the skin, the Divine King's Divine Marks appeared, and the brilliance surged. He grabbed the Buddha's relic and continued to fly forward.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the flying divine arm with a strange expression.

"Wow!"

The Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror flew out and suppressed the divine arm.

The divine king pattern on this left arm has not been erased by the Anti-God Monument, and its power is still very strong. However, the divine king's divine pattern requires divine power to explode in power.

A divine arm activates the divine pattern of the divine king, and naturally cannot escape the suppression of the supreme power of the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror.

"The vitality is really tenacious."

Zhang Ruochen reached forward with his right hand, and a Yin Yang Tai Chi mark appeared on his palm. The mark rotates, sucking away the residual soul and spiritual will from the arm.

Not long after, both the divine arm and divine corpse regained their composure and stopped struggling.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the broken corpse of Divine General Gai Lin and sighed secretly. It was a pity that he could not open the inner space, otherwise he could have taken away the corpse of Divine General Gai Lin.

"Bang!"

The corpse of the god was trampled to pieces, leaving only the skeleton, and was kicked into the golden stream by Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen only picked up his left arm, took out the Buddha's relic from his fingers, shook his head, and said: "If you weren't too greedy, you could use two hands to fight me. With the power of the God King's divine pattern, I I may not be able to kill you."

In the distance, the sea water has slowly woken up.

Her eyes were confused and she was very weak.

Zhang Ruochen flew down in front of Hai Hai, picked her up with both hands, and said, "Get out of here first. If the True God catches up, we will be in big trouble!"

…

The roar of God General Gailin before his death spread very far and was heard by Kongli Zanghai, the true god of the dead.

Kongli Zanghai realized that something unexpected had happened, so he stopped fighting with General Qing and left decisively, chasing the direction where General Gai Lin, Yu Tianshi, Zhang Ruochen and Hai Hai had left.

Arriving at the place where General Gailin and Master Yutian fell, Kongli Zanghai's face instantly turned livid.

Both sides of the stream were dyed red with divine blood, and they were filled with the aura of the divine general and Yutian Master.

"Impossible. How could Gai Lin and Yu fall? Who could kill them? Could it be the true god?"

When Sora Zanghai thought of this, his expression changed again and again. He carefully observed his surroundings and quickly retreated.

With the cultivation of General Gailin and Master Yutian, they can't even escape. The other party's cultivation must be quite terrifying. If they hide in the dark and ambush them, even if they are true gods in the air and in the sea, they will still be extremely wary.

The green and black lion beasts arrived at the last step.

"General Gailin and Master Yutian actually died like this? Master Yutian is a spiritual god." The black lion beast said.

Jiang Qing said: "If Lady Chan takes action, how difficult would it be to kill Divine General Gailin and Master Yutian?"

…

Seawater lay in Zhang Ruochen's arms, resting lightly on his shoulders, his eyes like a still lake, as if he was deep in thought.

Zhang Ruochen held her in his arms and continued walking along the golden stream.

"Crash!"

The golden streams are intricate and numerous, leading to all directions.

After thinking for a long time, Hai Hai said: "According to legend, Hades used the Dao-Zhanping Curse to curse Senior Brother Ruochen. Why was Senior Brother able to become a god with his spiritual power? Moreover, there is no divine calamity."

Let alone her, Zhang Ruochen himself was confused at the moment.

It stands to reason that since one is under the Dao-killing Curse, it is impossible to become a god.

Martial arts become a god!

Spiritual power god!

False God!

Neither is possible.

However, why did his mental power instantly break through and reach the seventieth level after being attacked by a powerful mental power?

No hindrance at all.

Breakthroughs come naturally.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Perhaps, the Dao Killing Curse is just a rumor. Some people with ulterior motives deliberately released this news to ruin my mood. They even killed someone with a borrowed knife."

Hai Hai shook his head and said: "Impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

After a while.

Hai Hai said: "According to legend, your name disappeared from the "God's Storage Scroll". The curse cannot be false."

Zhang Ruochen didn't believe it either, the curse was fake.

Because the Blood Jue God of War personally confirmed this matter.

But there are some words that he can only hide in his heart and cannot say to any monk.

Zhang Ruochen had some guesses in his mind. When he used the Xumi Temple as a boat to go to the beginning, his body was shocked into a particle state. It took endless years to condense again.

The curse Yin Xuetian had cursed back then was the blood descendants of the great Lord Fudo Mingwang.

Obviously, the stronger the bloodline, the stronger the curse.

Zhang Ruochen's body was re-condensed in the long river of time. The human blood and the blood of the undead blood were merged into one, and integrated with the energy of chaos and the heart of truth, completely reborn.

In other words, Zhang Ruochen is not even his descendant, but the "original person" who was born in chaos.

How could Yin Xuetian's curse be able to curse him?

Even if the bloodline of the Fudo Ming King is strong and Zhang Ruochen cannot completely escape, the power of the curse will have a very limited impact on him.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he can become a god with his spiritual power.

All this is just Zhang Ruochen's guess. Because he felt that since Monk Xumi had chosen him, how could he not help him resolve the curse? Going to Taichu to practice the first-level holy will is the process of resolving the curse.

Guessing, after all, is just guessing.

His name has indeed disappeared from the "God Storage Scroll". This is a very scary thing, which means that he is destined not to become a god. If it wasn't caused by a curse, then it was an illusion deliberately created by a man with great spiritual power who was playing against fate.

There are all kinds of possibilities. In such a matter of life and death, Zhang Ruochen does not dare to take risks easily.

If you guess wrong, you will die.

Zhang Ruochen said to Hai Hai: "There is another possibility. It may be that the abyss of darkness or the ancient ruined city has blocked the curse, just like blocking the connection between heaven and earth, so that the divine calamity has not come. I don't know for sure. I will wait until I get out of the darkness. Yuan, the divine calamity will come immediately and kill me."

"The ancient and abandoned city is indeed extraordinary. Maybe... it is possible." Hai Hai said to himself.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Since you have heard about the Dao-Zhanping Curse, you should know that this curse was cast by Yin Xuetian in the past to curse the descendants of the Immovable King. Why did you deliberately ask me when you were in the stone temple? , Do you know that the Great Lord Fudo Ming is also deliberately sarcastic?"

From behind, I can't sense anyone chasing me.

Therefore, after saying this, Zhang Ruochen stopped and put the sea water on the ground.

Hai Hai's stunningly beautiful face, which was completely expressionless, finally showed some signs of change. She clasped her hands together and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Brother Ruochen. In fact, Hai Hai has long known that you are a descendant of the great Lord Fudo Ming." . But I really felt unfair for Yin Xuetian and took out my resentment on you, so I said those words. The Haihai Buddha’s heart is unclear and his six roots are impure, so he is not a true Buddha.”

Zhang Ruochen was really moved to see her so calm, and the fact that she had previously disregarded her own life and used the technique of sacrificing herself.

The doubts that arose in my heart subsided again.

Hai Hai was seriously injured. If he hadn't been holding the Buddha's relic at the time, he would have probably died under Master Yutian's mental attack. At this moment, her delicate body was trembling slightly, her expression was bitter, and her words were guilty, just like the orchid in the rain, so tender and compassionate.

Zhang Ruochen finally softened his heart and said softly: "Give me your hand."

Hai Hai's big eyes were filled with tears and he was a little confused, so he handed over his hand.

Zhang Ruochen held the Buddha's relic with one hand and her hand with the other, drawing out the power of the Buddha's relic and injecting it into her body to help her heal.

At this moment, a voice came from above, "Humph! Ruochen Sword God Fengliu's name is truly well deserved."

not far away.

There is a cliff about twenty feet high from the golden stream.

Prajna stood on the cliff, holding a staff, looking at the two people holding hands tightly to heal their wounds below, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.