God Emperor

The power of quantity burned, and the flames spread to the colorless realm at the highest level of Lihentian.

The divine warrior messenger is "speechless", with a beautiful figure and slender figure. He stands on the top of the main altar, looking down at the eternal heaven at his feet. As far as the eye can see, there are suspended islands with vast spiritual mist, reaching to the sky.

The power of the flames is like a huge crimson wave, rushing towards the heaven from all directions, full of destructive power.

She closed her red lips and condensed her voice with her spiritual thoughts: "All the monks in the Kingdom of Heaven listen to the order, and all defensive formations are activated."

She has reached the semi-ancestral state and is now the strongest person in the Eternal Heaven.

"Swish!"

On the suspended islands, monks emerged from their nests like hummingbirds and flew towards the border of the eternal heaven.

After a while, formations unfolded one after another on the horizon, and the inscriptions were like words on the page of a book stacked one on top of another.

Wu Yan noticed something, lowered his eyes and looked towards the northeast of the main altar.

I saw.

An old man with disheveled white hair, carrying a dark divine sword on his shoulder, and stepping on white clouds, walked slowly and unhurriedly towards the main altar.

This old man has a strong body, his back is as straight as a divine spear, his face and neck are densely covered with silver-white branches and leaf patterns, and the sharp light in his eyes can penetrate space and boundary walls.

Of course Wu Yan knew who it was, and his eyes didn't waver at all.

"Da da!"

Ghost Lord, one of the Doomsday Priests, hurriedly came to the top of the main altar. When he saw that Wuyan looked calm and composed as usual, he immediately calmed down.

He shouted downwards: "The Qinglu God King, who is at the peak of the Half-Ancestor, was killed by a single blow from the seventy-two-story tower. The God Realm is invincible. Please Xu Tian not to make mistakes and retreat quickly."

"The little ghost master is qualified to call me out? Is there no one in the God Realm?"

Xu Tian grinned, raised his sword and struck.

A condensed sword light hundreds of thousands of miles long pierced the heaven and earth, with magnificent momentum, and fell towards the main altar that was as big as a star.

This is a strike from the peak of the Half-Ancestor, which can split the world and cut down the galaxy.

"boom!"

The space outside the main altar stirred, and the ancestral formation inscriptions and runes appeared, blocking the fierce sword energy.

The main altar shook only slightly.

The monks in the God Realm in the altar were calm in their hearts and no longer feared the peak half-ancestor outside.

They are backed by the God Realm, and more than one ancestor of spiritual power has left their means on the main altar. Even if the Half-Ancestor came to the peak, he could only come back defeated.

Everything was as expected by Xu Tian!

"What about the array patterns and runes left by the ancestor? Even if the ancestor's true body is here, I dare to fight."

Xu Tian strode forward, and with each step he took, the divine sword in his hand struck out once, opening and closing widely.

"Boom! Boom..."

faster and faster.

The ghost master felt that the vibrations of the main altar became stronger and said: "Master Wuyan, something is wrong. Logically speaking, the main altar has been opened, and the light beam of heaven and earth energy flowing out is connected to the divine world. Why is there no mark of the divine martial arts of Old Ghost Xu? Taken away?"

Wu Yan had already noticed this.

Her spiritual thought said: "It's Di Chen! Di Chen used his supreme magic power to change his divine martial mark."

"The ancient and modern first-class products are indeed incredible."

The ghost master's mind flashed with Zhang Ruochen's stalwart figure "Ding Xinghe and Build the World Tree", and after secretly shuddering, he said: "The defense of the main altar will not be broken by Old Ghost Xu, right? He claims to have mastered Sword Twenty-Six, and The Path of Nothingness specifically overcomes formation inscriptions and runes."

Wu Yan did not respond.

"Boom!"

The thunderous sound of heavenly punishment descending from the God Realm drowned out all other sounds in this world.

At this moment, the land of the God Realm at the end of the light beam was hanging above the main altar, and the distance was extremely close, trying to engulf Lihentian starting from the Colorless Realm.

Xu Tian sneered arrogantly, using his body to bear the thunder punishment of the God Realm, shuttled through the lightning and killing light like a rain curtain, and after slashing hundreds of swords in a row, his fighting spirit and momentum climbed to the peak.

The body jumped up, raising the sword with both hands, and the blood in the body flowed like a divine river.

"Sword twenty-six, sword Ling Henggu!"

A sword struck out, splitting the heaven and earth and splitting time and space.

The inscriptions and runes of the ancestor formations all over the sky were surging, like water, sinking inward.

Wu Yan has been forming the seal for a long time, and has been waiting for Xu Tian's most powerful sword.

She was elegant and agile, and her ten snow-green jade fingers pushed out the seal, overlapping with the inscriptions and runes of the ancestral formation to resist the incoming force of Sword Twenty-Six.

"Senior Xutian is worthy of being the number one swordsman in the universe after Sword Ancestor. But his skills stop there!"

The wordless voice of divine thoughts echoes in the eternal heaven.

"That is... what is that?" the Ghost Lord asked in shock.

The swords of Xu Tian and Man merged into one, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, hitting the sunken place where the inscriptions and runes of the ancestral formation were set, causing Wu Yan, who was standing at the top of the main altar, to take half a step back.

at the same time.

The Jianyuan Divine Tree appeared behind Xu Tian, ​​which was as high as the main altar. It was bright and bright, with endless light rain from its branches and leaves.

Every drop of light rain is in the form of a sword.

The spiritual imprints left by the three thousand sword gods of the ancient sword world on the tree trunk fell off one after another and turned into a figure holding a sword.

Three thousand sword gods formed a neat formation.

The sacred tree hits the altar, and the light rain flies towards the divine world.

The three thousand sword gods were full of energy and spirit, and they swung their swords together with Xu Tian. The sword intentions are intertwined and the sword power is condensed to break through all the defenses in the world and lift up a corner of the universe.

…

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the second Confucian Patriarch Dharma who was refining two World Trees, thinking deeply in his heart.

He is already at the 96th level of spiritual power, but he is still so radical and seeks a higher level of combat power by any means. Zhang Ruochen doesn't believe that he is just trying to deal with the large number of disasters in the future.

As Feng Tian said, how could Yan Tingqiu have reached his current realm without his own ideas?

The ancestor can become the ancestor, either because he has great courage or ambition.

The will must be independent and will not be a vassal of anyone.

Thinking of this, between the corpse nightmare and the second Confucian ancestor, Zhang Ruochen chose to deal with the corpse nightmare first.

After dealing with the corpse nightmare, if it is in time, then stop the second Confucian ancestor.

If it is too late, it may not be a bad thing.

The threat of the second Confucian ancestor is indeed greater than that of the corpse nightmare. Not only is he extremely calculating and cunning, but after refining the two world trees, his combat power will inevitably achieve a qualitative leap.

But perhaps, the second Confucian ancestor in this state is no longer the right-hand man of the immortals in the God Realm, but a check and balance.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen's figure flashed, and he appeared in the void outside the Yama clan's world tree, and collided with the corpse nightmare that rushed towards the Yama outer world.

It was like two stars full of destructive energy colliding, stirring up a blazing wave of energy.

It is conceivable what the consequences would be if these layers of ancestral waves were transmitted to the Yama clan's world tree.

Yan Wushen supported the six reincarnation realms, Chi Yao lifted the twenty-six layers of the sky, and Feng Tian controlled the demon ancestor ridge across. The three semi-ancestor realms resisted the aftermath together, but were blown away.

The Emperor of Fengdu arrived, cast the Yellow Spring Seal, and with his supreme spatial magic power, he pulled the Yama clan's world tree back tens of millions of miles, thus avoiding a catastrophe.

After the collision, the Corpse Nightmare retreated hundreds of thousands of miles and shouted angrily: "Zhang Ruochen, Lihentian is already burning, the power of quantity is infinite, and my power is also infinite. You can't stop me!"

"Then I'll do your thing, let's go to Lihentian to fight?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Corpse Nightmare saw through Zhang Ruochen's worry that the ancestor's duel would destroy the Yama clan's world tree, and said: "Why not go to the Yama clan's world tree to fight?"

"Emperor Chen, I'm here to help you!"

The Dark Cauldron flew out from an unknown place, trying to cut off the connection between Corpse Nightmare and Lihentian.

The Dark Lord didn't want to help Zhang Ruochen, but simply felt that only by forcing Corpse Nightmare into a desperate situation would he self-destruct the ancestor's divine source and take away all the cultivators in this starry sky. Including Zhang Ruochen and the second Confucian ancestor.

In this way, Corpse Nightmare and the Nine Cauldrons controlled by Zhang Ruochen, as well as the secret of quantity nightmare, will become his possession.

On the contrary, after Zhang Ruochen dealt with Corpse Nightmare, how could he not seize the Dark Cauldron from him?

"You want to stop me with just a cauldron?"

At this moment, after burning the substance of the nightmare and the secret of the nightmare and absorbing a large amount of power, the corpse nightmare has temporarily raised its combat power to the height of "consistent", comparable to the Ksitigarbha in a desperate state.

Of course, the Ksitigarbha in that state can only die in half a day. The corpse nightmare has infinite potential and has the possibility of truly achieving consistency.

The premise is to first refine the human medicine of the entire Yama clan to condense the body and soul.

Under the urging of the corpse nightmare, the witch cauldron released green mist, flew out golden words, triggered the endless witchcraft rules in the vast sea of ​​stars, and flew into Lihentian in a mighty manner, colliding with the dark cauldron.

Suddenly.

"I said, let's go to Lihentian for a fight."

Zhang Ruochen's voice sounded in his ears, close at hand.

The corpse nightmare was secretly shocked. Who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen was so powerful that he could silently break through the secret of the nightmare and the calamity cloud of the power of quantity?

Without thinking, he slapped out with his palm.

Zhang Ruochen threw a punch.

"Boom!"

When the fists and palms collided, it was like a star field exploding.

The corpse nightmare rushed to meet the enemy, only to feel that the universe was pressing down on him, and his body fell uncontrollably towards Lihentian.

Zhang Ruochen did not give him a chance to fight back, and raised his hand to make a fist.

"Zheng!"

The Shenyuan Divine Sword appeared in his hand, which was much heavier than a star.

The sword intent of the twenty-six swords slashed down.

The sword slashed at the corpse nightmare from time, space, soul, rules, order... and other dimensions. Zhang Ruochen's sword attainments were even higher than Xutian.

The corpse nightmare had no way to avoid it, and could only bear it.

The nightmare eye between the eyebrows released dozens of ancestral forms of tribulation thunder. Not only were there more than a dozen ancestors with different appearances, but they were also heaven and earth thunder tribulations, and the energy was comparable to the Yuanhui tribulation that the ancestors had endured.

Zhang Ruochen did not retreat at all, and his body resisted the tribulation thunder, swinging his sword to fight the corpse nightmare more than ten times.

Kill all the ancestral thunderbolts.

The Corpse Nightmare retreated dozens of times, all the way to the depths of Lihen Heaven, and said angrily: "How can you be so stupid? Don't you know that the God Realm is the biggest enemy? You should lend a helping hand to me. When I become a Taoist, you and I will join forces to fight the God Realm."

Zhang Ruochen raised his sword and stood still. The thunderbolts on his skin dissipated one after another. He said: "This is a good suggestion. I, Zhang Ruochen, am not a shallow-minded person who only remembers hatred and does not know the current situation. But you must first return the Mani Pearl, Hong Ding, and Wu Ding that you took from me."

The Corpse Nightmare had long seen that the reason why Zhang Ruochen gave up Yan Tingqiu and attacked him first was because of the Nine Cauldrons.

If Zhang Ruochen wanted to resist the 72-story tower, the most urgent thing was to take the Nine Cauldrons?

"Okay!" The Corpse Nightmare agreed immediately, and then said: "As long as you protect me and help me refine Lihentian, not only will the Hong Ding and Wu Ding be returned to you, but the Zhou Ding will also be given to you as an apology. But you have to wait until I break through the realm of consistency, after all..." "Wow! Wow! Wow..."

Without waiting for Corpse Nightmare to finish speaking, Zhang Ruochen released forty-nine balls of light, flying around himself and turning into an increasingly larger chaotic vortex.

The space fragments, calamity clouds, rules of heaven and earth, and all the energy in this void are all involved.

The power of Lihentian is also continuously absorbed by the whirlpool.

The absorption speed is faster than that of the corpse nightmare that burned the secret of the nightmare.

Zhang Ruochen is interested in the power of measurement and wants to reversely deduce the power of a large number of tribulations in order to find ways to crack or counter it.

"you……"

Corpse Nightmare's eyes widened in anger. Who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen would be so shameless, and the power of quantity that he had ignited by burning the Nightmare Material and Mysteries of Nightmare would be forcibly taken away by him.

Zhang Ruochen's body is like the eye of heaven and earth, the heart of the universe, and mysteries cannot compete with him.

The corpse nightmare couldn't bear it any longer. He held the Hong Cauldron in one hand and the Zhou Cauldron in the other, intertwining the power of truth and time. He crashed through the chaotic whirlpool with the terrifying ancestral power and attacked Zhang Ruochen's true body in the center of the whirlpool.

With one angry blow, his combat power reaches its peak.

Zhang Ruochen sat in meditation like an old monk, calm and calm, and said calmly: "That's not how Jiuding is used!"

He opened his arms, blood flowed, and the Heavenly Cauldron and the Earthly Cauldron rose in the palms of his left and right hands respectively.

The pictures and texts on the two tripods fell off and appeared on Zhang Ruochen's arms, overlapping with the skin, like imprints.

Just when the corpse nightmare was attacking.

Zhang Ruochen slowly raised his head, and the image of the star sea and universe appeared in his eyes.

Two fists are thrown out, one punch is destiny, the other is origin.

"Boom!"

The Heavenly Cauldron and the Earthly Cauldron seemed to have turned into gloves and arm guards, and they were punched out with his overwhelming punching force, directly knocking the flying Corpse Nightmare, Hong Cauldron, and Zhou Cauldron into three separate parts and flying backwards.

The zombie's chest was dented and his body was deformed.

Even the secrets of quantity and nightmare in the body seemed to be scattered.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the five fingers of his right hand and pulled Hong Ding and Zhou Ding back. At the same time, he peeled off the secrets of the Nightmare that escaped from the body of the Corpse Nightmare.

On the other hand, two wisps of divine flames came out from the fingertips.

"Crack!"

Under the burning of the divine flames, the spiritual imprints and ancestral divine thoughts belonging to the corpse nightmare in Hong Ding and Zhou Ding were quickly refined.

There are many top monks in the universe who are watching the fighting in Lihentian and are all shocked by it.