God Emperor

"Bang!"

The beads exploded, and the formation on the surface of the corpse-blood ocean was activated, setting off a green God-killing flame. The divine flames, like water waves thousands of feet high, swept straight towards Yuan Jie.

Zhang Ruochen inspired the power of the Ancestral Boots, took Yuan Sheng and Yan Wushen with him, burst out at high speed, and headed straight for the west gate.

He had no intention of going to the ruins of the Witch Palace to ask for help from the Emperor Ancestor God Lord. Who knew whether the situation there would be more critical?

Yuan Jieyi showed strength that shocked Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen. He actually ignored the god-killing flame and passed through the flame without any damage to his body.

But his speed was a bit slower than the Ancestor's Boots. Seeing Zhang Ruochen fleeing further and further away, he gathered his magical power.

"Dark Spirit Dao Arrow!"

He roared, and in the dark jungle behind him, there was a constant sound of breaking through the air, and dense arrows flew out.

These arrows are like thousands of black spots passing through the sky.

"give it to you!"

Zhang Ruochen threw Yuan Sheng to Yan Wushen, his speed dropped sharply and he stopped.

Yan Wushen caught Yuan Sheng and found that her divine sea had been sealed and her body was locked by the divine patterns of space rules. Then he stopped rushing and grabbed the belt on her back, lifted her and flew away through the air.

Don’t forget to remind: “Be careful!”

Zhang Ruochen landed on top of the corpse of a Zerg god and looked at the flying Dark Spirit Dao Arrow. He felt pressured in his heart, but he was not afraid.

"rise!"

Shaoyang Mountain flew out and blocked the front like a shield.

In front of the sacred mountain, space is distorted.

"Swish!"

All the dark spirit arrows flew into the sacred mountain.

Yuan Jieyi secretly admired Zhang Ruochen's magical powers, but he did not hope that he could defeat Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen with the help of the Dark Spirit Dao Arrow. Instead, he used this to contain the two of them, and then pursued them.

"If you choose to stay, you choose to die."

Yuan Jie quickly approached Zhang Ruochen, and in an instant, he was close.

"go back!"

The four images of Tai Chi went around in a circle, and the Dark Spirit Dao arrows originally inserted on the sacred mountain all left their nests and flew towards Yuan Jieyi.

Yuan Jie suddenly had a deeper understanding of this young monk from the upper world.

This kind of magical channel method is simply unbelievable. It can actually take away the opponent's magical power and transform it into one's own fighting method.

"Bang bang!"

Yuan Jieyi's physical body was so powerful that he seemed to be indestructible and immortal. He shouldered the Dark Spirit Dao arrow and further closed the distance.

Only ten miles left!

He took a deep breath, sucked all the divine energy into his body, and punched the sacred mountain in front of him.

The sacred mountain moves away.

Zhang Ruochen appeared from behind the sacred mountain, his whole body wrapped in thunder and lightning, transformed into a thunder and lightning unicorn, and punched him.

"boom!"

Two fists collide.

The two thunder beads and the blunt air stone on the Qilin glove release the power of the artifact.

Two thunder dragons rushed along Yuan Jieyi's arms and towards his heart.

The obtuse stone exploded with a billion times space gravity, causing Yuan Jieyi's center of gravity to become unstable and his body swayed in mid-air.

The two fists separated, Zhang Ruochen exploded back dozens of miles, crashing through seven ancient corpses, and his body was covered with rancid corpse blood.

Seeing that Yan Wushen and Yuan Sheng had gone away, Zhang Ruochen did not dare to stop at all. The ancestor's boots flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Yuan Jie flew backwards for a hundred feet and landed heavily on the ground. Looking at Zhang Ruochen who was escaping quickly, he did not rush to chase him. Instead, a strange brilliance appeared in his eyes.

At this time, the Jin clan's cry for help entered his ears.

"If you dare to hurt Yuan Sheng, our Yuandao clan will let you die in the lower realm."

Yuan Jie uttered a divine voice and then rushed towards the ruins of the witch palace.

Previously, the fierce battle between Emperor Ancestor Shenjun and Wuwei had created many bottomless canyons at the Wudian ruins. At this moment, the stone walls of these canyons are covered with formation inscriptions.

The light and shadow of a 10,000-foot-tall Tianmu stood on the ruins of the witch palace, with white hair fluttering, like thousands of swords flying together, cutting the dragon and phoenix monsters in half, and blood spilled in the city.

The corpses of strange beasts fell into the canyon one after another.

"Bang!"

Tianmu's light and shadow stepped out, and a ghost-like beast that was comparable to a great god was crushed and turned into a ball of soul mist and blue smoke.

It was like a massacre. No monster could block Tianmu's light and shadow strike.

A single hair can kill a god-level beast.

The Emperor's Ancestor Divine Lord had no chance to take action. He hid in the dark and did not show up.

As soon as Yuan Jie rushed outside the Wudian ruins and saw such a scene, he did not go close. Knowing that the Jin clan must have touched the terrifying killing array left by Tianmu, he raised his voice and said: "Tianmu left a demon spirit, you will She woke up and hurriedly evacuated the ancient ruined city. Only the royal family can suppress this demonic spirit."

Yuan Jieyi stood in the distance, regular divine patterns emerging from his palms.

He waved his arm, and the divine patterns intertwined into a large handprint that was 10,000 meters long, slapped out, and fell towards Tianmu's light and shadow.

He wanted to temporarily contain Tianmu's light and shadow to buy time for the Jin tribe's monsters to escape.

"Bang!"

The Emperor's Ancestor Divine Lord descended from the sky like a beam of light, and penetrated the Mahamudra with a halberd.

Then, he activated nine golden dragons and flew towards Yuan Jieyi, who was thousands of miles away.

As soon as Yuan Jie felt the terrifying aura from the Emperor Ancestor God Lord, he did not fight with him head-on. He immediately transformed into the state of the rules of heaven and earth and disappeared without a trace in the darkness.

"Boom!"

The nine golden dragons hit the ground, destroying a large area of ​​the ancient and abandoned city, and there were shocking ground cracks everywhere.

The Emperor's Ancestor Divine Lord fell to the ground and released his soul. He was surprised in his heart. He clearly sensed that the opponent was nearby, but he could not lock on to it.

What method is this?

…

After escaping from the west city gate, seeing that Yuan Jieyi did not catch up, Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen stopped and looked back at the majestic ancient abandoned city.

Yan Wushen smiled and said: "These strange beasts underestimate the ancient and abandoned city! Even if Tianlao has left, the passive defense power of the ancient and abandoned city can still kill them."

Yuan Sheng, who was held in his hand, said coldly: "The ban on the ten Yuanhui will arrive soon! At that time, the clan emperor-level figures will lead an army to raze the entire ancient and abandoned city to the ground, and then walk out. "Netherworld."

"What forbidden contract?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Yuan Sheng said nothing.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

…

The ancient and ruined city kept shaking in the battle between gods, and the space shook.

Inside the city wall as tall as a mountain range, the ancient divine formation was activated, and beams of light shot up.

Zhang Ruochen looked solemn and said: "Tianmu was forced to leave the ancient and abandoned city by the Liang organization. The important task of protecting this city should have fallen on the Nine-Death Emperor. Unfortunately now...it seems that the emperor and the god are not unreasonable. The Nine-Death Emperor simply doesn’t have the same responsibility for all sentient beings in the world as Tianmu does!”

"These are not issues we should consider! With our current cultivation level, we cannot shoulder such a big responsibility."

Yan Wushen threw Yuan Sheng back to Zhang Ruochen and said, "This is what you want to live for! I want to ask, should you just search for the soul?"

Zhang Ruochen thought it was not safe here, so he carried Yuan Sheng and headed into the depths of the abyss of darkness. He walked millions of miles, passed through the black wind and sand, and stopped when he came to the bank of a white river.

This white river, to the naked eye, is as wide as ten thousand feet.

What flows in the river is not water, but glowing flames.

What is even more surprising is that along both sides of the river, there is an area of ​​vegetation covering approximately ten thousand miles wide.

The plants growing here are all pitch black, only the flowers that bloom are white, and the petals are covered with flames.

Under the vegetation, there are many corpses buried in the ground, including those of humans, dragons, demons, etc.

"This should be the Guangyan River among the three rivers recorded in ancient books!"

Zhang Ruochen looked away from the Guangyan River, threw Yuan Sheng to the ground, and said, "You mentioned the word clan emperor earlier. Tell me, how many clans of monsters are there in the Dark Abyss?"

Yuan Sheng rolled around on the ground, his delicate and beautiful face covered with dust, biting two rows of snow-white braided shells, his eyes full of coldness and murderous intent.

How can you even think of an answer?

Yan Wushen picked a burning fruit from an unknown plant. He was not afraid of the poison and took a bite. He came over and said, "Search for the soul! Why are you talking so much nonsense to her? If you can't bear it, Be ruthless, I will do it.”

"Twelve tribes."

Yuan Sheng glared at Yan Wushen fiercely.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "Twelve tribes! If I remember correctly, the ancient creatures who surrendered to the Ming Ancestor in the Great Ming Mountain were also twelve tribes, right? So, the so-called strange beasts are the ancient gods? Or should we say , the humanoid monster is an ancient creature?"

Zhang Ruochen had heard something said by Cang Jue, so he had such a guess.

"Don't call us monsters."

Yuan Sheng couldn't move, but she was struggling desperately, shaking the space rules and divine patterns covering her body to flicker.

Zhang Ruochen walked over and helped her up.

"Don't touch me!" Yuan Sheng said coldly.

After she sat down, Zhang Ruochen immediately let go of his hand, calmed her down, and said, "Okay, I won't touch you. It was all a misunderstanding before. I won't call you a monster..."

"Hypocritical, what are you planning?" Yuan Sheng said.

Yan Wushen, who was standing aside, burst into laughter and said, "You should search for the soul of a woman that even your romantic swordsman can't handle!"

In fact, both Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen knew very well that Yuan Sheng's cultivation had reached an immeasurable level and his spirit and will were strong, but it was not so easy to search for souls. It would be even more dangerous if something goes wrong while searching for the soul and she explodes the divine source or triggers the divine fire!

Of course, there is a third reason.

After all, Zhang Ruochen has the status of "Shaojun".

Although they don't know what this "young gentleman" means, Cang Mang and Cang Jue both call him this, and they think it has some connection with Ling Yanzi.

In this way, Zhang Ruochen would not be able to offend the monster to death!

As long as they don't form a deadly feud, there might be room for maneuver in a life-or-death situation.

Yan Wushen kept mentioning "soul search", which was completely to scare her.

Yuan Sheng was obviously worried about them searching for souls, so he compromised and said: "The monster is just a name imposed on us by your upper world! As time goes by and the years change, your ancestors have erased the truth, but we cannot forget it. Humiliation, always remembering hatred!”