God Emperor

The sundial was suspended above the head of Xiuchen God, and the ocean of time imprints was derived. The imprinted light particles filled the area around Feng Pavilion, and even poured into Demon Ancestor Ridge.

The sacred rivers of time flow in the ocean of imprints at a rapid speed.

The huge Stone God Star loomed in the space behind Xiu Chen. The Demon Stone Knife in his hand was soaked in corpse blood, dark red and eerie.

"Wow!"

He swung his sword and slashed out, the demonic energy surged, attacking formations one after another.

Ancestor Chen was previously struck by the Demonic Stone Knife and was seriously injured. He retreated in embarrassment and had no choice but to use a formation to block the footsteps of the God Xiuchen.

"With your little strength, do you dare to call yourself an ancestor?"

God Xiu Chen's body was filled with Shura fighting spirit, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and from his sleeves, rivers of time flew out.

Like a big river rushing, it makes a substantial sound of water flow.

Ancestor Gan was angry because the weapon spirit opposite him was in the same state as him. However, she carries a Stone God Star from the Stone Clan, which can continuously mobilize the power of the Stone God Star and the power of the hundreds of millions of Stone Clan monks on the Stone God Star.

What's even more speechless is that both the sundial and the Demonic Stone Knife are sacred artifacts.

The former makes her invincible.

The latter is a god-killing weapon.

After being slashed, the corpse energy in Ganzu's body continued to drain, the wound could not heal, and the injury tended to worsen.

"Bang!"

Ganzu was knocked away again, one of the divine rivers of time penetrated his body, and a large amount of lifespan was lost.

God Xiu Chen was in a good mood. He had swept away the grievances of the past and kept slashing with the Demon Stone Sword in his hand. Not long after, Tanzu's whole body was covered in blood, and even his tail was cut off.

"I, Xiuchen, have never been weaker than anyone in my life. Please remember that the one who kills you is not the weapon spirit of the sundial, but the leader of the Shura clan and the master of the Peacock Star of the Stone clan."

As he waved his hand, the ocean of time imprints shook violently, and the sundial flew out.

Countless divine planets also flew out from the divine world of Xiuchen God, and all landed on Ancestor Tan.

These throne planets belong to the stone gods on the Peacock Star.

Ancestor Chen originally manifested his true form and turned into a soaring snake that was thousands of miles long and fled quickly towards the Demon Ancestor Ridge.

"Bang bang!"

Under the attack of the sundial and countless divine planets, its immortal body exploded in mid-air and turned into a putrid rain of blood.

A large area was infected by corrosion and turned dark red.

An immortal statue is naturally not so easy to kill, and spiritual consciousness exists in every drop of blood.

The blood on the ground beat and turned into liquid snakes the size of earthworms, converging in the direction of Yaozu Ridge.

God Xiu Chen fired a divine flame covering tens of thousands of miles in the direction of the blood rain, and then ignored Tan Zu.

No matter how strong Yuanzu is, her combat power has dropped significantly after suffering this series of heavy losses, and she will no longer be able to pose a threat to her. If you want to completely kill Soaring Snake, it cannot be done in a short time.

"Wow! Wow! Wow..."

Beams of underworld fire soared into the sky from underworld towers across the underworld.

After entering the clouds, the dense formation inscriptions in the clouds appeared, and suddenly, there were bursts of thunder and howling winds.

God Xiu Chen's expression suddenly changed, he retreated quickly, and said through a message: "The formation in the Kingdom of the Underworld has been activated, Zhang Ruochen, hurry up and fight quickly, otherwise we won't be able to leave!"

The formations of the 80,000-story building in the underworld are activated at the same time. It is not comparable to a wind pavilion, and it can definitely kill all living creatures under the ancestor.

"There is no need to panic. You go and collect the Demon Ancestor Ridge. I will be back in a moment."

Zhang Ruochen's voice came from the Wind Pavilion.

…

Ancestor Chongming had already thrown the Seven Masters out, cut his wrists, and used his own divine blood to condense the divine talisman.

It's not that he doesn't want to swallow the seven adults directly, but that the seven adults have shown signs of breaking through the seal. To swallow Zhang Ruochen with all his strength would be too variable.

A drop of divine blood, a talisman.

The runes are complex and bright, and their number is increasing. They are suspended in the space between Patriarch Chongming and Zhang Ruochen, blocking Zhang Ruochen's footsteps.

Zhang Ruochen stepped forward, and the blood talisman exploded on him, like a god detonating its divine source. The destructive power was astonishing, but it could not hurt him.

Ancestor Chongming said: "The formation of the Kingdom of the Underworld has been activated, and the Underworld Soldiers and Underworld Generals are coming. Zhang Ruochen, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"

"The formation of the Eighty Thousand Floors of the Underworld is indeed very scary. However, with such a terrifying power, how can the Spirit of the Underworld be controlled by others? Therefore, before the Spirit of the Underworld returns, I have enough time to kill him. you."

Zhang Ruochen thrust out his sword, and the sword light drew a dazzling word "一", breaking through the spiritual field of the ancestor of Chongming.

All the blood symbols exploded.

The four pupils of Patriarch Chongming all shrank rapidly. He only regretted that this place was the Kingdom of Hades in the Wind Pavilion, and he could not break through the space, otherwise he would have escaped into the world of nothingness or the Heaven of Lihen.

There is no way to retreat.

When the sword edge was close at hand, Patriarch Chongming could no longer care about anything else and called out the sycamore tree.

The sacred tree, which was only a few meters high, immediately grew wildly after being struck forward by his palm, and its trunk filled the space to block this fatal sword.

"Pfft!"

After Shen Yuan's Divine Sword penetrated the tree trunk, its power continued to decrease, and it was unable to penetrate the Wutong Divine Tree.

The sacred sycamore tree releases Zu Yun, grows at an alarming rate, and its branches and leaves spread to various locations in the Wind Pavilion. The gates of destiny were penetrated by tree trunks, and the gods of the Temple of Destiny who were sealed in them escaped one after another.

Among them, Zhang Ruochen saw Xuetu, Haishang Youruo, Qing Feiwei and others.

However, their cultivation was sealed and they were unable to participate in the war.

Zhang Ruochen was not happy but worried. It was obvious that Patriarch Chongming had deliberately released them so that Zhang Ruochen would be wary and unable to go all out.

The aftermath of the battle in the pavilion was not something ordinary gods could bear.

"The soul of the demon ancestor, the sound of the phoenix's cry to capture the soul." The divine voice of the ancestor of Chongming sounded.

The soul of a demon ancestor appeared on the sacred sycamore tree, with gorgeous feathers and an almost real aura of the ancestor.

Many gods were so frightened by this ancestral aura that their souls trembled, their consciousnesses became confused, and they knelt on the ground, as if the demon ancestor had crossed the long river of time and arrived in this era.

Only Zhang Ruochen knew that this was the method used by the Chongming Patriarch.

It is the remnant soul of the Demon Ancestor that Chongming Patriarch once refined.

"not good."

Zhang Ruochen frowned, and the Tai Chi Four Symbols diagram appeared behind him. With a wave of his hand, the diagram flew out, covering the gods of the Temple of Destiny and protecting them.

A sharp phoenix cry came from the mouth of the Demon Ancestor's soul.

Contains mental power attacks and soul attacks.

With the 93rd level spiritual power of the Chongming Ancestor, the use of such a magical power is enough to kill all living creatures in a star field with a sound wave, making the starry sky deathly silent and causing the living souls of countless planets to fly away.

Zhang Ruochen took out the Mani Pearl, held it in his hand, raised it above his head, and stood in the sound wave of the phoenix's cry.

The Buddha's light envelopes the whole body, as if there is a golden bell protecting the body.

"This old guy... actually has such a terrifying technique..."

Xukun War God, who had just recovered from his injuries, was shocked by the cry of the phoenix so much that his orifices bled, and his head seemed to be torn open. Fortunately, the brilliance of Mani Pearl shone on him and he could barely resist.

Sibei was not so lucky. Amidst the screams, his soul decomposed one by one. Finally, he fell limply to the ground and made no more noise.

A strong man at the pinnacle of great freedom fell like this.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Ruochen disappeared on the spot, and along the trunk of the sacred sycamore tree, like a soaring dragon and a snake, he quickly reached the Demon Ancestor Soul Shadow and punched him.

On the glove, the unicorn roared.

A claw full of thunder and lightning was shot out, and the demon ancestor's soul exploded and turned into a cloud of mist.

Ancestor Chongming, who was standing behind the soul shadow of Demon Ancestor, was injured and immediately spread his wings and flew to a higher place.

He regretted it so much that he never thought that even though he had the right time and place, he still couldn't fight Zhang Ruochen. How could this man be so tyrannical?

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have entered the Wind Pavilion.

If he were to control the formation outside the Wind Pavilion, Patriarch Chongming would be at least 70% sure that he would be able to trap Zhang Ruochen inside until the spirit of the underworld returned.

Even if Zhang Ruochen's combat prowess is unparalleled and he defeats the Wind Pavilion, Patriarch Chongming can still retreat to Demon Ancestor Ridge.

Yaozu Ridge is his real strongest trump card. There, Patriarch Chongming is confident that he can fight Zhang Ruochen on an equal footing.

As a spiritual cultivator, it was a taboo for him to engage in close combat with a martial arts cultivator.

"Wow!"

Ancestor Chongming felt the figure in front of him shaking. He looked again and saw that Zhang Ruochen's face was very close at hand.

"puff!"

Zhang Ruochen slapped his head with a palm, and thousands of talismans scattered in the feathers.

A huge bloody hole appeared in the head of the Chongming Patriarch, and his consciousness was almost shattered. He was top-heavy and his body fell straight down.

"Earth Cauldron!"

Zhang Ruochen summoned the earth cauldron and moved his fingers.

The earth tripod flew out, and a prehistoric world appeared on the tripod, chasing the Chongming ancestor.

With Patriarch Chongming's spiritual power, it would not be easy to completely wipe him out and kill him.

It can only be suppressed into the earth cauldron first.

Ancestor Chongming knew very well that once he was taken into the Earth Cauldron, he would have no way out. With a crazy and ferocious look on his face, he hit the sacred sycamore tree.

"Wow!"

The body of Patriarch Chongming actually merged into the tree trunk and disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen let out a sigh, fearing that something might change, so he had no choice but to chase into the sacred sycamore tree.

The space inside the sacred tree is vast.

The inner space of a leaf is thousands of miles long. The inner space of the tree trunk is full of wood-attribute energy, and the ancestors flow regularly. It is vast and mysterious, and it is like an excellent world for cultivation.

Where the ancestor of Chongming fled, the fire flickered and the heat rose sharply.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Ancestor, I have told you a long time ago that you should not enter the Wind Pavilion. What is the difference between you and the trapped beast now? Outside the Wind Pavilion, there is a vast world. You can escape freely. How can you be as hasty as you are now? At a loss?”

"Zhang Ruochen, don't be complacent, we still don't know who will live and who will die?"

Patriarch Chongming stopped next to a blazing and bright fire cloud, not daring to move forward, and said: "Do you know where the Yaozu Ridge and the Wutong Sacred Tree came to this era?"

Zhang Ruochen observed the flames and felt an extremely dangerous aura, and said, "Is this the flame left by the Demon Ancestor?"

"This is the ancestral flame and the spiritual wisdom of the Wutong Sacred Tree."

Ancestor Chongming said: "The Demon Ancestor Ridge and the Wutong Sacred Tree were sent to this era by the Demon Ancestor, and they also sent the power that belongs to the Demon Ancestor. This ancestral flame is enough to make you turn into ashes!"

The ancestor of Chongming released the remaining soul of the demon ancestor one by one, and communicated with Zu Yan to awaken the wisdom of the Wutong Sacred Tree.

"Wow!"

Shen Yuan's Divine Sword dragged out a long stream of light, heading straight towards Patriarch Chongming.

The cloud of ancestral flames dispersed and condensed into the light and shadow of the sacred sycamore tree, actually blocking the Shen Yuan Divine Sword.

Seeing this scene, Patriarch Chongming finally gained some confidence. The worries in his heart dissipated and he said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, your power is vulnerable in front of the Demon Ancestor. Next, I will let you see how powerful Zu Yan is... "

The ancestor of the Chongming Dynasty raised the magic staff high and used the remnant soul of the demon ancestor to activate the ancestral flames. Wisps of dazzling flames flew around his body.

"This is...the Flame of Fortune..."

Zhang Ruochen felt the power of destiny contained in the ancestral flames. It seemed that the Heavenly Cauldron was really made through sacrifice to the Demon Ancestor. The Demon Ancestor's attainments in the path of destiny were definitely not low.

"Yes, the Ancestral Flame and the Indus Sacred Tree are the blessings left by the Demon Ancestor to his descendants."

More and more ancestral flames gathered above the head of the ancestor of Chongming, and the brightness of the light was thousands or ten thousand times greater than that of ordinary stars.

It is conceivable that if these ancestral flames are released, what a terrible scene of destruction will be caused.

Zhang Ruochen released the blood wings of his ancestors, protected his body with the earth cauldron, and prepared to retreat.

The main purpose of coming to the Kingdom of Hades this time is to save people. Since the goal has been achieved, there is no need to take risks!

"Ah... Zu Yan... Demon Ancestor... why... ah..."

Ancestor Chongming in the distance suddenly screamed, and his body was instantly burned to ashes by the ancestral flames.

His mental thoughts turned into long rivers, escaping in all directions.

Physical destruction is nothing.

As long as his mental power remains intact, he can easily reshape his physical body.

However, after being exposed to the ancestral flame, even the mental power cannot escape. Soon, all the spiritual power of the ancestor Chongming was rapidly weakened in the ancestral flame.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the whole world fell silent.

There is no trace of the spiritual power of Patriarch Chongming anymore, as if he has never existed in this world.

Zhang Ruochen sucked in the cold air and felt his scalp numb.

This is too terrifying. A ninety-third-level being was burned to death, unable to escape.

This is just a ball of ancestral flames left by the Demon Ancestor. How powerful was the Demon Ancestor when he was alive?

Zu Yan did not continue to attack, returned to the fire cloud, and returned to calm.

"Blessings, misfortune! This ancestral flame is not only the fire of blessings, but it is also the fire of disaster. Ancestor Chongming devoured the remnant soul of the demon ancestor, thinking that he could control the ancestral flame, but he paid the price in the end."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and smiled bitterly, without any joy.

Patriarch Chongming was once the master of the entire southern universe, the lord of all demons, and was worshiped by monks from all the demon worlds. What a majestic sight. However, the death of body and soul disappears only in an instant.

In front of the power of the ancestors, perhaps he is also so small.

Flying out of the inner space of the Wutong Sacred Tree, Zhang Ruochen was thinking about how to collect the Sacred Tree when he heard Xue Tu's exclamation: "This is not Gong Nanfeng..."

Zhang Ruochen glanced over and saw the humanoid relief on the wall. The figure and appearance were indeed the same as Gong Nanfeng.

Could it be that the ancestor of Ming Dynasty in ancient times was actually like Gong Nanfeng?

Thinking of the life bone in his mind, Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly.

The bones are completely different.

This is very strange!

Could this relief be left by Gong Nanfeng in this era?

This possibility is not impossible.

Zhang Ruochen did not continue to think about this problem, and immediately mobilized his divine energy and released it one by one, unsealing the gods of the Temple of Destiny present.

"Thank you Di Chen for saving your life. May I ask if Patriarch Chongming has been suppressed?"

The seven adults saluted Zhang Ruochen, their faces as cold as ice.

"There is no more Chongming Patriarch in the world! Maybe there is still a remnant soul. You can use the power of death to kill it across space." Zhang Ruochen said.

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The college entrance examination is coming soon, I wish all the book friends in the senior year of high school can achieve their ideal results.