God Emperor

The ancient and abandoned city was vast and majestic, and divine lights of various colors overflowed from the corpses of the gods, filling the world.

The corpse of the ancient Yunqing Buddha was extremely bright and gleaming with golden light.

This entire city is shrouded in Buddhist mist.

Fengchen Sword God raised his sword and came out with a murderous aura that reflected the Shura battlefield. He said solemnly: "Who just said that ten Fengchens are not as good as one Zhang Ruochen? You have the guts to stand up and compete with this god?" "

In an instant, all eyes converged on him.

The gods from all the major forces were all powerful and powerful, and they once dominated the world.

Although Fengchen Sword God is quite famous, after all, he is just a new god who is only a few thousand years old. In the eyes of those veteran gods, he seems to have insufficient background.

The True God of Yuancang standing next to Wujiang is a god who has lived for nearly 50,000 years. He is as huge as a hill and covered with metal spikes. He said: "Little Fengchen, what I said just now is because of you. What Grandpa Yuankura said."

Just at that moment, Fengchen Sword God had a panoramic view of the situation.

The five true gods of the Yama tribe were trapped in a dark field a hundred feet in diameter. The periphery of the field is filled with powerful illusory power, which is condensed from a magical rune.

The spirit that activates the talisman stands on the other side of Wujiang, with a figure like a shadow, emitting powerful fluctuations of mental power.

Except for the high-level god Guisi and the mid-level god Tianque Shenji, that shadow put the greatest pressure on Fengchen Sword God.

The sixth true god of the Yama clan is Wen Chu. He was severely injured and was suppressed by Zi Luo, the third ghost master, until he knelt on the ground. His chest was penetrated by iron thorns as thick as seven fingers.

The seven iron thorns were connected to a cold chain, and the other end of the chain was held in Luo's hand.

They used Wen Chu as bait to lure the five true gods of the Yama clan into the field of the "Dark Light Fantasy Talisman" and trap them all.

This talisman was specially prepared by the Dark Temple to kill the gods of the Yama clan.

Everyone present is a strong man in the divine realm. Not to mention that Fengchen Sword God has not yet recovered his combat power. Even in his peak state, trying to save people is like throwing an egg into a trap and hitting a rock with an egg.

In just an instant, Fengchen Sword God had already made up his mind to break the Dark Light Fantasy Talisman first and rescue the five true gods of the Yama tribe who were trapped in the talisman field.

Only by rescuing them can we have a chance to fight today.

"Uh-huh!"

In the hands of Fengchen Sword God, the jewel-like supreme holy weapon sword flew out of its scabbard, pointing at Yuancang True God, and said: "Do you really think that I am afraid of the overwhelming number of people in your Dark Temple? You dare to insult me, we will not die today. endlessly."

On the sword body, the light shines brightly, and the powerful supreme power bursts out, impacting in all directions.

Dense sword sounds sounded, and countless sword shadows appeared, turning into dozens of chaotic sword shadows.

"What a powerful divine power."

"His swordsmanship attainments have actually reached such a high level. He has really only practiced in the divine realm for more than a thousand years? I am afraid that even those swordsman gods who have practiced in the divine realm for tens of thousands of years cannot compare with him."

All the gods present were surprised, realizing that they had underestimated this new god who had only become famous in the past thousand years.

"Wow——"

The war sword flew out first, like a stream of light.

The one who attacked was not Yuancang True God, but the shadow standing on the other side of Wujiang that controlled the Dark Light Fantasy Talisman.

This sword strike from east to west was beyond the expectations of the gods.

Guisi knew that Fengchen Sword God was very close to the gods of Kunlun Realm, so he shouted: "Be careful! He wants to save the gods of the Yama clan, don't let him succeed."

late!

The battle sword of the supreme holy weapon level, exuding bright brilliance and carrying infinite sharpness, has arrived in front of the shadow.

The shadow has no physical body, and its body is like a wisp of mist. A gray arm more than two meters long condensed out of the silk mist, and reached forward to press it.

In front of the palm, circles of ripples appeared, which could easily block the unparalleled sword of Fengchen Sword God.

"How can it be?"

Fengchen Sword God's eyes were stunned, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

This god's spiritual power is simply terrifying. No wonder he can control the talisman by himself and trap the five true gods of the Yama clan.

The expressions of other gods, such as Gui Si, Tian Que Shen Ji, and Luo, changed slightly.

To be able to block the supreme holy weapon sword of Fengchen Sword God with bare hands, how high is this mental strength?

Wujiang stood next to Youying, with his hands behind his back. He was calm from beginning to end and said with a smile: "The Sword God has always been a hero that Wujiang admires, why does he want to be the enemy of the Dark Temple?"

Fengchen Sword God said: "I do things as I please, can you control me?"

The shadowy figure twisted his wrist.

"Bang!"

The battle sword of the supreme holy weapon level escaped from the control of Fengchen Sword God, flew out, inserted into the skin of the corpse of Yunqing Ancient Buddha next to it, and hung a hundred meters above it. The golden body of the Buddhist god was unable to stop it and was stabbed an inch deep.

Of course, it is also because the golden body has been seriously corroded by the dark power.

Fengchen Sword God took three steps back, his eyes extremely serious.

Today's situation was more dangerous than he expected.

If you are not careful and you are surrounded, it may be difficult to escape.

He stared back and found that Guisi had blocked his retreat. Blocking the ear holes of Yunqing Ancient Buddha, trillions of regular divine patterns spread out from under his feet.

Wen Chu was suppressed by Luo and fell to his knees on the ground. Divine blood gurgled out from the wound, and his eyes became darker.

The Dark Temple has long been determined to destroy the Yan family in the Dark Abyss, and must be fully prepared. Today is their disaster, and they cannot avoid it or escape. It's a pity that he has the Sacred Heart sealed and his soul suppressed. He can't even self-destruct his divine source. It's very helpless and humiliating.

There is nothing more humiliating than suppressing a true god to the point of kneeling in front of everyone.

There is boundless hatred in my heart, but it cannot burst out.

Guisi said coldly: "I'm afraid everyone doesn't know that the Fengchen Sword God and the Prajna Goddess of the Temple of Destiny are both related to Kunlun..."

Suddenly, the cold air came thickly.

On the ground, there was a chirping sound and thick ice formed.

The surrounding scene changed drastically, turning into a vast world of ice and snow on one side, with icebergs standing one after another. In the sky, a majestic divine shadow emerged, erupting with power at the level of a god.

"It's the Ice Emperor's Great Thousand Ice Soul World. That Prince Xia must be hiding nearby." Guisi said.

Who is not afraid of the title of Ice King?

Under Xiao Hei's control, the Ice Emperor's divine shadow suspended in the sky pressed a large hand seal a thousand feet long and suppressed it directly towards the shadow that controlled the Dark Light Fantasy Talisman.

Mahamudra is a condensed form of divine patterns and contains infinite divine power.

Wujiang was extremely decisive and said: "Let's take action together!"

Among all the gods in the Dark Temple and Hades Palace, Wujiang's cultivation and combat power are not the highest, but his status and status are unmatched.

The four true gods from the Dark Temple and the third-level pseudo-god General Qing from the Hades Temple took action together, each shooting out a combat weapon, forming five bright beams of divine energy and hitting the Ice King's big hand seal.

The other false gods stood on all sides, forming a combined attack formation to guard against possible enemies in the dark.

In the white cold air, Prajna's slender voice and shadow flew out.

"Crash!"

The Styx, which contained powerful death power, flew out in the next step, flying away a false god guarding the outside. The false god fell into the River Styx. His body quickly decayed and turned into pus and blood, and he screamed endlessly.

Prajna mobilized the power of the secret of destiny, and suddenly, the rules of destiny in the world were all rushing towards the stick of destiny in her hand.

The staff struck out, slashing diagonally towards the shadow who was controlling the talisman.

With a slight wave of Yingying's arm, he flew away the Destiny Staff together with Prajna, as easily as sweeping away a fallen leaf.

The shadow was about to launch a mental attack, severely injuring Prajna and making her lose her fighting power. However, the gods of the Yama tribe in the talisman field were obviously aware of the changes in the outside world and attacked crazily in the field.

The dark-light magical talisman suspended above the field actually started to shake.

It should be noted that among the true gods of the Yama clan, there is a powerful person in the upper god realm, a veteran god who has been practicing for nearly a hundred thousand years. As a last resort, Shadow had to go all out to control the talisman.

Prajna wanted to take the opportunity to take action again, but was intercepted by Guisi.

Facing this superior god, both Prajna and Chi Yao can only protect themselves, so how can they save others?

"Fengchen, you finally showed up. Where can you escape today?"

The Sky Magpie Goddess was filled with anger, and she grabbed her right hand out of the air. The air exploded, and her divine energy condensed into countless thunder and lightning, attacking Fengchen Sword God.

The divine war is about to break out, and the world is turned upside down in an instant.

This city area is enveloped by a thousand worlds of ice and soul, and it is still being shaken by the impact of divine power.

Luo, the third ghost master, glanced at Wen Chu who was kneeling on the ground and said, "You have lost your value. Now, I will send you on your way."

"Pfft!"

The five fingers of Luo's right hand inserted into Wen Chu's head and extracted the soul from his body.

For the ghost tribe, the fastest way to improve their realm is to devour the souls of other ghost tribes or other monks.

Wen Chu couldn't bear the stinging pain in his soul, he looked up to the sky and screamed, all his orifices were bleeding.

But, the next moment, Luo also screamed.

"Ah! Soul-eating curse..."

Luo's five fingers were pulled out from Wen Chu's skull, he held his head with both hands and backed away quickly. The ghost energy overflowed from his body, forming thousands of ghost shadows.

The one who cast the soul-eating curse was naturally Zhang Ruochen.

Luo had just reached the realm of true gods and had not cultivated beyond the realm of gods. Moreover, in the holy realm, he was neither a Yuanhui-level representative nor a quasi-Yuanhui-level representative. His background was much worse than Prajna and Gu Shejing.

A low-level god like him is still a new god. With Zhang Ruochen's seventy-first-level mental strength and the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead, he can naturally curse him.

Zhang Ruochen held the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead and flew out quickly, landed next to Wen Chu, and called out: "Uncle Wen, I am Ruochen."

Wen Chu was very weak, but when he saw Zhang Ruochen's figure, there was a deep and moved look in his eyes, and he nodded lightly.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen hit Wen Chu on the chest with his palm, knocking out the seven iron thorns and chains that had penetrated his body and falling to the ground, just as he was about to take him away.

Not far away, Luo slowed down.

He held up the Dao Domain and barely resisted part of the power of the Soul-Eating Curse.

"Zhang Ruochen, you finally showed up!"

Luo forcibly pulled back the thousands of innocent souls that had flown out of his body. His palms were filled with divine light and yin energy, and he made a magical-level palm seal. In the midst of lightning and flint, the palm print was in front of Zhang Ruochen.

"Zheng!"

The Pure Sword flew out and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

The more than 60 trillion sacred rules and rules of the divine pattern in the body are all released. Zhang Ruochen stabbed out with his sword, incorporating the holy meaning of the word "一" in swordsmanship, and accurately hit Luo's palm.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen held the sword in one hand and Wen Chu in the other, and was knocked away by Luo's divine power.

However, Luo also took two steps back and crushed a large piece of ice.

Luo's eyes showed a look of shock, because he saw that Zhang Ruochen had not yet become a martial arts god, and was still at the level of a great sage. But why could he cultivate more than 60 trillion rules?

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen raised the Red Child Sword above his head, and the sword secrets in his body continuously absorbed the sword rules in the ancient abandoned city... To be precise, it should be the sword divine patterns left by the gods after their death, and gathered towards him.

Zhang Ruochen's aura became stronger and stronger, and his sharpness was unmatched.

The blood-red light emitted by the Red Child Sword reflected the sky and the glaciers on the ground into red.

"Cut!"

Zhang Ruochen swung the sword and slashed at Luo.