God Emperor

"Haha! Boy, where to escape, stay with me!"

Chi Kunlun held Shen Yuan's ancient sword and kept moving in space, escaping quickly. Behind him, the dark Yin Qi surged, condensing into claws, skeletons, demonic cities... and so on, extremely terrifying forms.

During the day, Chi Kunlun sensed that a large number of original rules were converging towards the Yuhong Mountains, so he broke into the red-yellow Gobi to investigate.

It can be said that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Chi Kunlun relied on his profound spatial attainments to avoid divine patterns and spatial traps and broke into the depths of the red-yellow Gobi.

However, just now, he encountered the gods of hell.

At this moment, he was extremely injured, and blood slid down to the ground along the edge of the sword. He didn't escape far before he was wrapped in the black Yin Qi.

A bone race god more than seven meters tall walked out of the black mist.

On the bones, burning will-o'-the-wisps.

The Bone Clan God let out a harsh laugh: "You are the son of Zhang Ruochen and Queen Chi Yao, right? Haha, you have inherited their strong talents, and your cultivation is not weak. Unfortunately, you are nothing in front of the gods."

Chi Kunlun was suppressed by wisps of yin energy, unable to move. He gritted his teeth and glared at the Bone Clan gods: "Are you worthy of mentioning my parents' names?"

Seeing that Chi Kunlun could still stand despite the suppression of his divine power, the Bone Clan gods were immediately displeased. He reached out his bone hand from the air and snatched Shen Yuan's ancient sword away.

At the same time, a palm made of divine energy floated above Chi Kunlun's head.

"ah!"

Chi Kunlun made a long roar from his mouth, his legs were constantly bent under the pressure, blood was oozing from his scalp, and the anger in his eyes was like two furnaces burning.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword has long been famous all over the world along with Zhang Ruochen.

The Bone Clan gods suppressed the weapon spirit of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, stood in front of him, observed carefully, and said with a smile: "It is indeed a sword forged from the divine iron of creation. Although it is only at the heaven-suppressing level now, it is very likely to reach the next level in the future. It is a god-level weapon and can even transform into a divine weapon!"

A powerful voice rang in the ears of the Bone Race gods: "It's a pity that you are not qualified to have it."

"who?"

At the feet of the Bone Race gods, black spiritual energy surged out layer by layer like waves.

A round of blood-red scorching sun tore open the boundless dark energy, coming from far and near towards the Bone Clan gods.

In the center of the blood-red scorching sun stood a tall and domineering figure. He was wearing thick divine armor, with a pair of phoenix wings condensed from divine flames on his back, and blood filled his feet.

"boom!"

"boom!"

…

With every step he took, the ground shook violently.

The divine energy wave impacted on the bone clan god, causing it to retreat step by step. The bones made a "click" sound, as if they were about to fall apart.

The Bone Tribe God recognized the coming God, and quickly knelt down on one knee, holding up the ancient Shen Yuan sword with both hands, and said: "Tarot of the Dark Temple, pay homage to the Emperor of Massacre and War."

Xuetu walked up to the Bone Clan's god Tarot, raised Shen Yuan's ancient sword with his hand, looked sternly, and said in a cold voice: "You know the current situation, if you had knelt down a little slower, you would have become a divine source now. "

Tarot believed that the ruthless character in front of him could really do such a thing, so he did not dare to answer.

He is just a false god, how can he dare to challenge the true God?

Xuetu glanced at Chi Kunlun and said, "Do you know who he is?"

"The son of Zhang Ruochen and Queen Chi Yao is a monk in the Kunlun realm." Tarot said.

Xuetu said: "Then do you know what is the relationship between Zhang Ruochen and this emperor?"

Of course Tarot knew it, but how could he say that at this time, saying: "I don't know."

How could Xue Tu be fooled by him? He raised his left leg as thick as a pillar and kicked it out, sending Ta Luo flying more than ten miles away, plowing a deep ravine on the ground.

"Damn it, do you, the Dark Temple, think that this emperor is not strong enough? My senior brother's body is still cold, and now you are plotting against his heir. Are you not giving me any face at all?"

Tarot climbed up from the dirt, already furious, but he didn't dare to explode, saying: "I won't dare anymore!"

Xuetu looked arrogant and said: "Remember, although my senior brother has fallen, we are brothers and sisters. Bullying his heirs will undoubtedly be a slap in the face of the emperor. For the sake of the Dark Temple and Qingxuan Spirit God, get out!" "

Tarot didn't want to stay here for a moment, so he turned into a ray of divine light, rushed out, and disappeared into the night.

"I'm still not convinced. When I left, I didn't even thank the emperor for not killing me. This divine source of yours will belong to me sooner or later." Xue Tu looked at the direction Tarot left with murderous intent in his eyes.

If it weren't for the presence of another god from the hell realm watching, Xue Tu would not have let Tarot leave at all.

The value of a divine source is not low!

"I've seen Uncle Blood Butcher."

Chi Kunlun clasped his hands and saluted Xuetu.

Chi Kunlun didn't know whether his father's relationship with Xuetu was really that close, but the other party did save him. Moreover, he is now in the camp of heaven, and the opponent is the god of hell.

If he didn't recognize this uncle, Chi Kunlun was not sure whether he would be able to leave alive today.

Others called him Uncle Master. In order to maintain the image of an elder, there was no way he could take away the ancient sword of Shen Yuan. His heart was as painful as cutting flesh, but he still threw the ancient sword of Shen Yuan to Chi Kunlun very freely and handsomely.

"Put it away! This sword is in your father's hands. It has killed many heroes. Don't let it be humiliated by you. A supreme holy weapon that was owed to your father back then has been repaid today!"

Chi Kunlun held Shen Yuan's ancient sword, his eyes flashed with pain, and said: "Uncle Blood Slayer's righteousness is a hundred times better than those hypocrites in heaven."

Being praised like this by him, Xue Tu felt a little elated.

He didn't dare to say that even if he snatched Shen Yuan's ancient sword, he wouldn't dare to use it. What if Yan Wushen knocks on the door?

As a disciple of the Death God, he can indeed walk sideways in the hell world, but he is still a little afraid of Yan Wushen.

"I, your father, and your master are brothers who live and die together. How could I ask you for the supreme sacred weapon of a younger generation? What a pity for your father. Hey, if he were still alive, how could a mere Tarot dare to Hurt you."

Chi Kunlun said: "You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see a corpse when you die. My father may not be dead, but he may still be alive in the world."

Xue Tu smiled and shook his head.

The Temple of Destiny has already calculated that Zhang Ruochen's breath of life is no longer between heaven and earth.

Since the Qihai and Divine Source were shattered by Qingzu, and all the treasures appeared on Queen Chi Yao, it is impossible to enter the unpredictable place to practice again, right?

"Take it. If you meet any monks in the hell realm in the future, report my name to the emperor. Leave here quickly. This is not the place where you, a monk in the holy realm, should come."

Xuetu threw a token to Chi Kunlun.

Chi Kunlun had never seen such a large token. It was as big as a door panel and looked like a shield. On it were printed "The God of Massacre" five words that contained powerful divine power.

If you don't accept it, you won't receive it.

Chi Kunlun took away the shield...no, it was a token. After saying thank you, he hid his aura and left.

A figure exuding the smell of rotten corpses came out, shaped like a crow, and said: "Tarot is the general of the Qingxuan Spirit God of the Dark Temple. Why offend the Dark Temple for a dead person?"

"Senior Brother Guya doesn't know that Chi Kunlun is not only the heir of Zhang Ruochen, but also the disciple of Yan Wushen. Who can say clearly what Yan Wushen will achieve in the future?"

Xue Tu always felt that he should show an indifferent and ruthless look in front of the gods of the Death Palace.

By blaming everything on Yan Wushen, he is telling Gu Ya that I massacred the God of War Emperor and had no feelings, it was all driven by interests.

"Junior brother, I think far ahead. Yan Wushen is still worth making friends with."

Gu Ya looked towards the direction of the temple and said: "We are very close to the Yuchen Temple. Let's go and have a look. We must be careful."

The red-yellow Gobi is protected by space formations and divine patterns. During the day, although it caused a huge noise, no breath escaped.

The reason why Gu Ya and Xue Tu came here was because they noticed abnormal fluctuations in the origin rules and speculated that there might be a large amount of origin mysteries in Yuchen Temple.

The secret of the ancient way is something that any god can compete for.

Not long after, Xue Tu and Gu Ya arrived at the door of Yuchen Temple. Looking at the desolate tombstones and dilapidated buildings inside, they felt eerie and terrifying.

Ancient Crow is in the realm of upper gods and said: "Be careful, there is a space formation here."

"What's so great about the space formation? In front of the gods, space can be easily torn apart like paper."

Xuetu released the divine fire and shot it out from the palm of his hand.

"It's the divine formation." Ancient Crow said.

Xue Tu was startled. Seeing that the divine fire was about to hit the door, he quickly opened his mouth and sucked in all the flames and swallowed them into his belly.

"What a risk. The Space God Array is no joke. Fortunately, it was not touched." Xue Tu said.

Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qing'er stood in the space formation under the gate, looking at the two hell gods who came here.

"Gu Ya, a disciple of the Lord of Death, is not a strong person in the realm of a higher god. However, he who can cultivate to the level of a higher god is definitely not a weak person." Bai Qing'er said.

Bai Qing'er has a very high vision, so it is a bit derogatory to evaluate Gu Ya like this.

In Zhang Ruochen's opinion, the aura of this ancient crow is much more powerful than that of Guisi, who is also a high-ranking god, and there is no way they can compete now.

But, that's somewhere else.

Here, it was Zhang Ruochen who had the final say.

"You should avoid it!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Bai Qing'er guessed what he wanted to do and said, "Do you want to see Xue Tu?"

"He came just in time. I can't do many things myself now, so I have to have someone to make my sword." Although Zhang Ruochen found a way to restore his cultivation and longevity, he has not fully recovered yet.

Moreover, after experiencing the Qingzu incident, Zhang Ruochen deeply realized how great a threat he was in the eyes of those top experts.

Who can guarantee that Qingzu will not take action a second time?

It's better to hide some safety.

"Making a knife? What do you want to do? Do you want to kill a god?"

Bai Qing'er looked worried. She didn't want Zhang Ruochen to cause too much trouble. After all, this was Xinghuantian. Before the Divine City was refined, the Goddess Twelve Branches could not withstand the storm.

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

Zhang Ruochen's mind echoed what Shang Hong said to Queen Bai in the Goddess Tower of the World.

I'm afraid Bai Qing'er doesn't know that her mother has always been controlled by others, and she doesn't even know that the blood of the anti-god clan flows in her body. He didn't want what happened to Queen Bai to happen to Bai Qing'er again.