God Emperor

Because of the sword world that might be born and the huge benefits of the existence of this starry sky, many gods gathered in the Hundred Clans King City, and now they all gathered here.

Above the buildings lined up one after another, divine lights shone like stars.

Qingyuntai was ashamed and annoyed, feeling that he had lost face as an ancient god, and said: "Zhang Ruochen, don't try to get close to me. You are so bold as to kill the gods of the Hell Realm, and you still want to claim to be an immortal blood clan? The immortal blood clan will not protect you, and there are no clansmen like you?"

Zhang Ruochen was thoughtful and looked at Master Yeyou who was standing not far from Qingyuntai.

Master Yeyou lowered his head, showing hesitation, and suddenly turned into a divine light and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen, kneeling on the ground, saying: "Master, please accept my disciple's worship. I endured humiliation and took the thief as my father, just to find out the cause of death of Qishou and Xue Qingsheng."

"What's the result?" Zhang Ruochen said. Master Yeyou pointed at Qingyuntai, gnashing his teeth and saying with great resentment, "It's all my foster father behind this... Bah, it's all Qingyuntai's fault!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes became stern, and he shouted coldly, "Yeyou, you are so bold, are you trying to frame the ancient god of my undead blood clan? Are you trying to provoke internal strife among the undead blood clan? How many lives do you have to dare to do this?"

Master Yeyou said, "Disciple dares to guarantee with his life that this is absolutely true. The reason why the old man Qingyuntai did this was to force the God of War to come to the Hundred Races King City, so as to take advantage of the complicated situation in the city to put the God of War to death."

Zhang Ruochen stared at Qingyuntai with cold eyes, saying, "Even ordinary members of the undead blood clan dare to do it, but the senior is a peerless ancient god, do you dare to admit what you have done?"

Qingyuntai adopted Master Yeyou as his adopted son, intending to humiliate the Xuejue family, but he didn't expect that he would reveal the matter in front of the gods.

It's really damnable!

"What seven hands, what Xue Qingsheng, they are all small characters who are not up to the standard, how can I take them seriously?"

"You old ghost, dare to slander me, die!"

The blood wings on Qingyuntai's back unfolded in pairs, and his divine power increased greatly.

The blood wings were covered with silver lines, and a large amount of blood energy gushed out.

A divine sword flew out from behind Zhang Ruochen, with scorching light and terrifying power. With one sword, it split the blood energy flowing towards Master Yeyou and slashed directly at Qingyuntai's head.

Qingyuntai was well prepared. The divine world unfolded, and countless divine patterns emerged, forming a blood sun that illuminated the sea of ​​stars and collided with the divine sword, forming a powerful divine power wave that overturned the world.

The gods suspended in the air were happy to watch the infighting of the immortal blood clan, and did not take any action to participate.

"Qingyunque, the chief of the Qingtian tribe, was one of the candidates for the chieftain 100,000 years ago. Now that he has entered the boundless realm, his confidence has naturally doubled. Xuejue has emerged as a strange army and has been appointed as the chieftain. Not to mention Qingyunque is unbearable, the entire Qingtian tribe may not accept it." A great god of the dead tribe said so while standing in the nine circles of death divine light.

A great god of the undead blood tribe from the Qitian tribe said, "So, Senior Xie Shi thinks that the deaths of Xue Qingsheng and Qi Shou were really caused by Qingyuntai?"

"How can an old man of the dead tribe speak nonsense about the affairs of your undead blood tribe?" Xie Shi laughed.

"Boom!"

The blood and qi surged, and the waves of divine power swept in all directions.

The gods looked at the divine world of Qingyuntai, where there was a dense sea of ​​blood, lightning flashed, and mountains and rivers kept hitting Zhang Ruochen.

However, Zhang Ruochen was full of energy and fighting spirit. Even though he was pulled into the world of God, he was not affected at all and destroyed all the magical powers of Qingyuntai.

Qingyuntai, who was so powerful, could not suppress Zhang Ruochen?

The gods thought that Qingyuntai was careless and was injured by the divine sword.

"Six-in-one sword to shock the gods!" Zhang Ruochen shouted, and the six swords formed a formation.

The sword rules of the entire Hundred Races King City all gathered in the dense sea of ​​blood and flowed around Zhang Ruochen.

"Boom!"

The six swords came out together, breaking through the many obstacles in the world of God and slashing at Qingyuntai.

There were many blood holes on the body of the god, and some divine bones were cut off.

Zhang Ruochen strode forward, ignoring the divine patterns of Qingyuntai's rules, crushing the mountains and rivers, catching up with Qingyuntai who was escaping in his own world of God, and slapping him with one palm.

This palm, with the roar of a dragon and the howl of an elephant, made Qingyuntai spit out blood and fly out of the world of God.

"Come back!"

Zhang Ruochen controlled the space, pulled Qingyuntai back, and picked up a magic sword to chop it down diagonally.

"Puff!"

Qingyuntai retracted his blood wings and the world of God to resist, but the power of the magic sword was so strong. After the sword flashed, a pair of blood wings were cut off.

Master Yeyou was very excited and secretly thanked himself for not betraying the Xuejue family and Zhang Ruochen.

All the adoptive fathers he recognized before were not as strong as his master.

"No wonder Zhang Ruochen had the confidence to break into the Hundred Clans King City. It is really shocking that he has such fighting power at such a young age." The evil master sighed.

"It's just that he met a waste, so he can be so powerful for a while."

An old and gloomy voice came from a chariot made of piled bones.

On both sides of the chariot, there stood dozens of powerful ghost monks, all wearing black robes, mysterious and unpredictable.

The voice in the bone chariot said, "What are you waiting for? Now that Zhang Ruochen has appeared, we should attack him in unison and kill him. Do you still want to wait for the Yaksha and Fire Ghost tribes to seize control of the Guanyun Tower and use the formation to drive us all out of the city?"

The gods of the major forces seemed to be trying to defeat Zhang Ruochen, but in fact, they all came to the Royal City of Hundreds of Clans because of their interests.

Because once the Yasha clan falls, any force that takes a bite will have their mouths full of oil.

Moreover, the Royal City of Hundreds of Clans is related to the wealth and structure of a star field. However, any force that wants to make a difference, how can it be possible not to take a share of the pie at this moment of rapid change?

However, these great gods are all human beings and do not act rashly.

After all, Zhang Ruochen was still Tianmu's divine envoy, and the royal city of hundreds of tribes was not far from Xinghuantian.

Haven't you seen the black temple suspended in the sky, still silent?

"Okay! Since you are timid, I will take the lead."

Seeing Qingyuntai being hacked by Zhang Ruochen with the divine sword, he was unable to parry. The divine body was in tatters. The white bone chariot carried a cold ghost cloud and charged straight towards Zhang Ruochen.

The great god in the Bone Chariot is a veteran ghost clan strongman from Disha Ghost City, known as the Ancestor of Xuanqi, who has been in the hell world for hundreds of thousands of years.

Another ancient god with great majesty!

The white bone chariot crushed the formation inscriptions on the ground, and the ghost energy and regular divine patterns emitted condensed into a ghost army wearing armor and riding war beasts, seeming to raze the royal city of hundreds of tribes to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen abandoned Qingyuntai, which was covered in blood, and rushed towards the Bone Chariot, holding the divine sword and displaying infinite magical powers.

Biluo Huangquan!

"Bang!"

The Yellow Spring Divine River surged out along with the sword energy, splitting the bone chariot into pieces.

Although the Bone Chariot is an amazing defensive treasure that won't break even if a star crushes it, it is like tofu in front of the Divine Sword.

Ancestor Xuanqi, who was sitting in the chariot, screamed, and his ghost body was split into two by the divine sword and thrown backwards.

So shocking!

Qingyuntai was beaten to a bloody pulp, but his ghost body was split open by Zhang Ruochen's divine sword, even though he was as powerful as Ancestor Xuanqi.

One confrontation resulted in heavy losses.

All the tribes in the Hundred Tribes Royal City realized that things were not going well today, and even the divine city could not bear a battle at the level of a great god.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

…

In the holy places of more than a hundred small clans in the city, bright formation light pillars rise, triggering the formation inscriptions in the city, forming one divine formation light shield after another.

They must defend the city and not destroy it in the divine battle.

"Zhang Ruochen is crazy, he wants to kill the great god!" A cry echoed through the sky.

Zhang Ruochen spread his long hair and suppressed the Xuanqi Ancestor who had reconstituted his ghost body under a thousand-foot divine flame handprint, constantly destroying his soul thoughts and spiritual will.

"Bang!"

The ghost body of Xuanqi Ancestor exploded into pieces, and wisps of ghosts turned into smoke in the divine flames.

Zhang Ruochen held a divine source in his hand, looked around, and said: "You want to kill me, are you qualified? If you want to die, just take action."

Even though Ancestor Xuanqi's Star Soul Throne was extinguished in the starry sky, the gods still didn't believe what they saw.

That was an ancient great god. He didn't die in such a brutal divine war a hundred thousand years ago. How could he die in the royal city of hundreds of tribes? How could he die in the hands of a young man?

Is the man in front of me really Zhang Ruochen?

Many gods were frightened, guessing that this Zhang Ruochen must have transformed into a certain great god, and could not be the junior great sage from a hundred years ago.

Qingyuntai recovered, his armor was in tatters, he looked at Zhang Ruochen with fear in his eyes, and thought to himself: "Could he be the bloody god of war?"

The sky in the Royal City of Hundred Tribes suddenly turned blood red, and a pouring rain of blood fell.

The huge corpse of Ye Kong, the master of the Taixu Realm of the Yaksha Clan, fell from the clouds like a mountain.

The Yaksha Ancestral Temple was suspended in mid-air. The extremely beautiful figure of the Jade Spirit God stood outside the temple, looking down at the gods below, and said: "The Yaksha betrayed the Yaksha clan and was killed by this god today. Those who want to get involved in the royal city of hundreds of clans, die!"

Two great gods fell one after another, and the monks in the royal city of hundreds of tribes, from the spiritual gods to the slaves and lackeys, were all boiling.

"Crazy, everyone is crazy!"

"A Zhang Ruochen and a Jade Spirit God, how can they get the confidence? Are they going to declare war on the hell world?"

…

The Jade Spirit God raised his voice and said: "The Royal City of the Hundred Tribes cannot bear so many gods. If you don't want to be the enemy of the Yasha Tribe, please leave with your army within a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

A true god from the Dark Temple, with two heads, walked out of the Holy Army camp, looked in the direction of the Yaksha Ancestral Temple, and said: "Jade Spirit God, are you really impatient with life?"

"Bang!"

The true god was slapped to death by the Jade Spirit God.

A large five-fingered handprint a hundred meters long appeared on the ground.

In the nearby Holy Army camp, tens of thousands of Holy Realm soldiers from the Dark Temple were all reduced to dust.

The whole city is silent!

No monk thinks that what Jade Spirit God said just now is a joke!