God Emperor

The Death Map Talisman is extremely rare, and the number of runes drawn is unknown. Even the Master of Talisman Dao needs to find natural materials and treasures to refine the talisman paper. It takes hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, to refine a complete talisman. Moreover, the probability of failure in refining is extremely high. Wu Yue used the Death Map Talisman, and it is conceivable how strong his desire to kill Feng Yunba, Xuanyuan Qing, and Shang Hong is today. The suppression of Wu Yue and the Death Map Talisman forced Mr. Mo to be unable to continue to activate the attack array. Wu Xia no longer cared about the big-headed doll, and had to go all out to control the ship protection array. Both Wu Yue and the big-headed doll knew that the Death Map Talisman could not break the Xufeng Divine Ship's ship protection array. But it could contain Mr. Mo and buy time for the big-headed doll to break the array and divine patterns outside the array tower. "Splitting Light and Dark Shadow!" The big-headed doll laughed endlessly, resounding through the world. Above its head, a sky full of dark shadows appeared, all wearing black armor, some driving chariots, some holding war flags, and some riding dark beasts, bursting out with unparalleled fighting power.

This dark shadow army attacked overwhelmingly and rushed towards the formation tower.

"Bang bang!"

The ancient sky pattern was touched, and there was lightning and thunder for a while, and the divine power surged, tearing the dark shadows that rushed over into pieces and turning them into wisps of black smoke.

The big-headed rag doll drew a finger in front of him and chanted: "Heaven and earth are separated!"

It only drew a line, but it formed a space barrier thousands of miles wide.

Obviously, it didn't dare to touch the destructive power of the sky pattern easily, and could only control the dark shadow army, one after another to open the way and wear down the sky pattern.

At this time, the big-headed rag doll finally freed his hands and prepared to completely wipe out Feng Xuan's spiritual will and soul. He looked down and was suddenly shocked.

Feng Xuan's head and body were gone!

"How is this possible?"

The big-headed rag doll was so shocked that someone could save a half-dead god silently from in front of it. Even if its attention was not here just now, it should not be unaware of it.

"What a Qing Pingzi, interesting, really interesting."

The big-headed rag doll was extremely angry when he saw the Taoist priest fleeing far away, but he laughed loudly.

I don't know whether he was laughing or angry.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed Feng Xi with one hand and Feng Xuan without a head with the other hand, and ran as fast as he could, just wanting to get as far away from the big-headed rag doll as possible.

The difference in cultivation was too big, so he didn't have any intention of confrontation or sneak attack.

Feng Xuan held his head in his hand and said anxiously: "Fellow Daoist Qing Pingzi, how can we escape? No matter how we escape, we are still on the Xufeng Divine Ship. Once the Protective Divine Array is breached, everything we do now will be meaningless. It is better to go back and fight with the Devouring Earth, maybe there will be some turning point."

Zhang Ruochen said: "How to fight? In front of a spiritual power master of that level, you can't even self-destruct your divine source. Since staying on the Xufeng Divine Ship is a dead end, let's rush out."

Feng Xining looked at the Frost City Demon standing in the dark void in the distance and said: "It's useless. Rushing out will also die. It's better to stay on the Divine Ship and live and die with everyone."

"That's right, even if you die, you must die with dignity." Feng Xuan said.

The protective Divine Array is to prevent external forces from entering the Divine Ship, and will not prevent the monks in the Divine Ship from rushing out.

The Dark Temple obviously wants to kill them all.

The Frost City Demon showed a huge body, standing in the void like a peerless demon. Any cultivator who escaped would be killed by his sword energy and turned into a blood mist cloud in the dark.

"Boom!"

In the distance, under the attack of the big-headed rag doll, Mr. Mo was unable to stop it after all, and the 72-story formation tower collapsed and turned into a ruin.

"How could it be so fast?"

Zhang Ruochen, Feng Xi, and Feng Xuan all had their hearts pounding, and they all looked back.

The formation center was destroyed, and the light of the ship protection formation quickly dissipated, unable to resist the Shangtu divine talisman pressing down from above.

A breath of annihilation enveloped every cultivator in the divine ship.

"It's over! Everything is over!"

A great sage of the Wind Clan was pressed to the ground by the power of the divine talisman.

Lan Xi was at the peak of the demigod, and under the suppression of the divine talisman, he could still stand, but there was no light in his eyes, only endless desolation.

Even the gods fell one by one, how could a Saint Realm cultivator be spared?

In the face of this level of destructive power, any struggle seemed ridiculous and meaningless.

Xuanyuan Qing looked out into the sky, as if waiting for something, and said to herself: "Is it too late after all? A catastrophe, really a catastrophe!"

Then, her beautiful voice became sad and cold, and she said: "Gods of the Dark Temple, I, Xuanyuan Qing, swear today that I will kill all of you present."

"You are about to die, how can you still be so arrogant? No, you are the daughter of Haotian, and Lord Wu Yue is reluctant to kill you. Hehe!"

The human skin lantern raised the battle axe above his head and condensed the power of darkness.

Xuanyuan Qing's breath was weak, and the poison of the Yellow Spring Flower had penetrated into the source of God and solidified the blood. The white divine light on his body became dim, and he stared at the human skin lantern with a look of death, without any fear.

"Wu Yue!"

A deafening divine roar sounded at the top of the divine ship, and the sound waves formed blew Zhao Wuyan and the Sky Sword King away.

Zhao Wuyan's mount, the Chihuo ghost beast, screamed and turned into ghost mist, its soul flew away, and a thick dust was raised.

"Puff!"

Qingkong Sword King vomited blood, flew dozens of miles away, touched seventeen formations, and his body was burned black by the divine fire.

Even the human skin lantern with strong cultivation level also retreated, and seven sword marks appeared on the human skin.

The eyes of the three masters converged on Fengyun Ba.

At this moment, Fengyun Ba rose ten feet tall, his whole body burning with divine flames, like a sky-reaching torch. He looked up at the skull-shaped symbol of mourning that fell from above.

His aura was strong, his messy hair turned red, and there was no sign of poisoning. He said: "Wuyue, I will take you to leave this world today."

Outside Fengyun Ba's figure, the light and shadow of a huge flaming sword appeared, soaring into the sky and colliding with the Shangtu talisman that was falling rapidly.

The huge flaming sword seemed to have the power to cut through the sky, splitting the Shangtu Divine Talisman into two.

The talisman fragments turned into countless fireballs and flew into the void.

"Pure Yang Body Burning Technique! Good! You are such a powerful hero!"

Even with Wuyue's ability, when faced with Fengyun Ba who was using the Pure Yang Body Burning Technique, he had to avoid his sharp edge and immediately run away.

The huge flaming sword followed closely, and a sword slashed out from behind, immediately illuminating half of the dark void and penetrating all Wuyue's defenses.

From a distance, it looks like the body has exploded!

However, they quickly regrouped and continued to escape.

Zhang Ruochen was extremely surprised and said: "Fourth Master, this ability is amazing, why didn't you use it earlier?"

Feng Xi's face looked more painful than ever before, and tears fell like bead curtains from his eyes, unable to hold them back at all.

Feng Xuan, a god who has lived for many years, also said with a dry voice: "Once the Pure Yang Body Burning Technique is used, the body, including the divine source and the divine soul, will be burned to death in a quarter of an hour. I think Fourth Brother should He just suppressed the yellow spring flower toxin in his body, and then he wanted to kill Wuyue to fight for a way out for us. "

Zhang Ruochen's mood suddenly became heavy. Although he almost died under Fengyun Ba's sword before, he admired Fengyun Ba extremely.

Because what he did was something Zhang Ruochen couldn't do many times.

He is the kind of upright character that Zhang Ruochen rarely sees, and he is able to distinguish between good and evil.

Zhang Ruochen thinks that he is not an absolutely upright person. His hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, and he sometimes resorts to unscrupulous means. But I hope that there are more people like Feng Yunba in this world who can stick to the right path and draw a clear line between evil and evil.

Zhang Ruochen believed that if Fengyun Ba wanted to escape alone, there was a chance of escape.

He did not retreat or escape, but still moved forward bravely with his sword. Even if it burned himself, he still wanted to fight for a glimmer of life for the monks on the divine ship.

"Father!"

Feng Yan roared loudly, and colorful brilliance erupted from his body, sometimes his flesh body, sometimes his clay body.

In the endless dark void, a calamity cloud appeared.

The rules of heaven and earth are rapidly converging on the Tribulation Cloud, causing the Tribulation Cloud to cover an increasingly larger area, and the energy contained within it is growing rapidly.

Feng Yan rushed out of the Xu Feng Divine Ship and distanced himself from the monks on the Divine Ship.

"Does it make sense to transcend the divine tribulation at this time? Even if the tribulation is successful, it will only be a lower god." Zhao Wuyang laughed.

The divine light on the human skin lantern flashed, and the two bright eyeballs under the long black hair became extremely hot. He said excitedly: "The legend is actually true, the legend is true... Haha, it is said that Emperor Wa used colorful clay to knead the A clay figurine was stored in the Colorful Stone Valley of the Wind Clan. After many years, the clay figurine developed spiritual wisdom on its own, possessing unparalleled combat power in the world. He cultivated to the realm of Heavenly Lord and was named Chunyang."

"Chun Yang Tianzun returned to the Colorful Stone Valley in his later years, and his body turned into a pile of colorful clay again. The Wind Clan used these colorful clays to create twelve clay figures, hoping that in many years, another clay figure would be born with spiritual intelligence."

"I thought it was a legend, but I didn't expect to see a real clay figurine today. This is the colorful clay left by Emperor Wa. It is part of Chunyang Tianzun. It can be called the second life of Chunyang Tianzun. It must have infinite magical uses."

Feng Xuan stared closely at Feng Yan, who was standing under the calamity cloud in the distance, and said excitedly: "There is still a chance, we still have a chance. It turns out that the fourth brother has pinned his hope on Yan'er. As long as Yan'er survives the divine calamity, It will definitely awaken the weapon spirit of the Pure Yang Divine Sword.”

"The weapon spirit of Chunyang Divine Sword has survived from the period of Chunyang Tianzun, and has been in a state of suspended animation to avoid the Yuanhui Tribulation. If the weapon spirit wakes up, it is impossible for the Frost City Demon to suppress it. One sword can burn the great god. "

These powerful men standing at the top of the Dark Temple obviously have some understanding of the Pure Yang Divine Sword.

The big-headed rag doll who was chasing Mr. Mo sent a message with his spiritual power: "Kill that colorful clay figurine, don't let him survive the divine calamity."

Zhao Wuyan soared from the divine ship, and hundreds of billions of fierce ghosts appeared behind him, turning into a vast ghost cloud, charging towards the wind rock below the calamity cloud with murderous intent.

Feng Xuan said anxiously: "We have to help... Yan'er..."

Before he finished speaking, the toxin of the Huang Quanhua exploded, and his whole body became so stiff that he couldn't even lift his own head. It fell to the ground like a watermelon, spinning around.

Zhang Ruochen held down Feng Xi who was about to rush over and said, "I'll go! If you go, you won't be able to fight at all. You're just going to die. At least I can still fight."

Stepping on the divine steps, Zhang Ruochen holds the Qingping Sword, his eyes are absolute and sharp.

The speed he broke out at this moment was actually slightly faster than the Taiyi Great God Zhao Wuyan.

Feng Xi stared blankly at Zhang Ruochen's back, not surprised that he would rush out to fight Zhao Wuyan. After all, in her heart, fellow Taoist Qingpingzi and her father were the same kind of people, able to save people without any selfish motives, and able to do things for the sake of The emotions in his heart drew his sword at the Tinder Conference, and he was an upright man who could risk his life to save a whole world of living beings.

The reason that made her lose her mind was that fellow Taoist Qingpingzi had always called himself a "poor Taoist" and addressed himself as a "fellow Taoist", but the ones he just addressed were "you" and "me".

Zhao Wuyan saw Zhang Ruochen chasing him from the other direction, and a cold smile appeared in his eyes: "I didn't kill you before, but you took the initiative to die!"

"Wow!"

The crescent-shaped sword slashed out, tearing a broken path through the space.

Zhang Ruochen only felt that the entire universe was collapsing inward, and oppressive forces were coming from all directions. His body could not even move. It was obviously locked by Zhao Wuyan's fighting spirit and unable to escape.

This sword was much more powerful than the previous casual blow.

Zhao Wuyan is stronger than any Taiyi master Zhang Ruochen has ever fought, and much more powerful.

At this critical moment of life and death, Zhang Ruochen's heart suddenly calmed down, and he was immersed in a wonderful state of being the only one in the world, and he suddenly understood.

Feng Xuan once said that as a man, his nature is yang, and trying to balance yin and yang is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

However, the human heart has two choices: survival and death.

Seeking life is yang, seeking death is yin.

When Zhang Ruochen decided to stay, when he saw Feng Yunba performing Pure Yang Burning Body Technique and wanted to die, when he decided to fight Zhao Wuyan and help Feng Yan survive the divine tribulation... At every moment, Zhang Ruochen's state of mind was changing from seeking life to seeking death. change.

And it’s a natural transition.

The moment he decided to fight Zhao Wuyan and save Feng Yan, he really did not hesitate at all. It was completely from the heart. Even though he knew that he might fall, he still wanted to rush forward and fight hard.

The two forces of Yin and Yang in the body reached a delicate balance at this moment.

Zhang Ruochen slowly raised the Qingping Sword in his hand, and a Tai Chi Liang Yi seal appeared automatically behind him. It seemed to have a radius of only 18 feet, but it also seemed to be 180 feet, 18,000 feet... or even Boundless.

"Wow!"

A sword was swung out, shattering the crescent-shaped sword light struck by Zhao Wuyan.

This sword seemed to be an understatement, as if it was useless at all.

After looking at the sword in his hand and touching the empty void, Zhang Ruochen's eyes smiled, then became cold and sharp, and he strode forward.

With every step he took, his aura doubled, and he faced Zhao Wuyan and said, "Today Fengyan is going through the tribulation, I will protect the way!"

Not only did the Tai Chi Two-Yi Diagram appear behind him, but also under his feet, above his head, and in all directions, the two qi of Yin and Yang were everywhere, and the diagrams were all over every corner of the void.

No one among the monks present was surprised.

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