"Zhang Ruochen, you don't want to be presumptuous. With the formation in the royal city of a hundred races, this **** wants to kill you easily."

　　 The staff in the hands of the rain master slammed into the ground, and the spiritual power gushed out like a tide. Suddenly, the number of formation inscriptions on the light curtain blocking the six swords doubled.

　　 Six-handed Excalibur was blasted out.

　　 A beam of divine formation flew out, causing the space to vigorously shake, crushing Zhang Ruochen's body into powder.

　　 The long street was beaten through, forming a gully tens of miles long, shocking.

　　 The city of a hundred tribes has been able to stand on the edge of the **** without being destroyed for so many years, the formation in the city is naturally extraordinary. When the great **** goes, he has to drink hate.

　　 This is the fundamental reason why Yushi is so confident!

　　 "It's just a psychic thought, Zhang Ruochen, can you dare to come out and see you?" The rain master's twin pupils escaped the divine light, looking around.

　　 "Why not dare?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen's voice came from above.

　　 Yushi looked up, and saw that Zhang Ruochen's free and easy figure walked out of the space, holding a monument to God against God, and bombarding the formation light curtain straight down.

　　 On the monument of Nishen, the divine writings flickered one by one, and the strange divine light wrapped Zhang Ruochen's body.

The rain master knows a little bit about the Nishen stele, and he coldly hummed: "Do you think Nishen stele can be omnipotent? When the formation is so strong that even the **** king and the gods can't break it, just rely on a tablet? "

　　 "All the towers run together, kill Zhang Ruochen."

　　 Among the thirty-six small towers, each has a **** sitting on the ground.

　　They come from thirty-six tribes who surrendered to the dark temple, either false gods or true gods.

　　 The rays of light erupting from the thirty-six array towers soared, causing the entire city of a hundred families to shake.

　　 Just when the rain master was confident that Zhang Ruochen would be killed by the power of the divine formation, four of the formation towers dimmed, making the divine formation capable of killing the great **** a flaw.

　　 Inverse God monument bombarded the flaw position of the formation, and the bright light curtain was sunken downward.

　　 The formation inscription quickly dimmed, and it actually melted into the invisible.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Half of the monument to God of Rebellion, slammed heavily on the place where the rain master stood just now, and in the square outside the Crown Cloud Array Tower, a large pit full of cracks was smashed.

　　 The rain master who retreated to the gate of the Crown Cloud Formation Tower, with an incredible expression in his eyes, looked at the four formation towers that had just dimmed.

　　 "Don't look at it! Do you think that the Dark Temple is already the lord of the city of a hundred races? Really treat my Yasha tribe as a slave at your disposal?"

　　 Jade Spirit God's body is majestic and mighty, majestic like the sea, like a delicate body carved from **** jade, descending from the sky.

　　 The gods in the four towers saluted her one after another.

　　 The jade spirit **** and the patriarch of the Yasha clan entered the city in advance, naturally, there was a purpose.

　　 How could it be possible to attack Crown Cloud Tower without making arrangements in advance?

　　 Yushi said: "Jade Spirit God, it seems that you are really tired of life, dare to fight against the dark temple?"

"The Dark Temple deceived people too much. Not only did I stretch out my hand to the city of a hundred races, but I also wanted my Yasha tribe to be a slave forever. Today, the Yasha tribe must fight, and will never fear your dark temple. Even if you die, you have to stand. dead."

　　 The divine voice of the Jade Spirit God spread throughout the city of a hundred races: "Where are the Yasha Clan monks, can they have blood and courage, and fight with the god? Punish foreign enemies and not be slaves."

　　 "The Yasha monks have been there!"

　　 "Cut foreign enemies, don't be slaves."

　　 "War! War! War!"

　　The monks of the Yasha tribe are scattered throughout the city of a hundred tribes, how can the dark temple be killed?

　　 In these recent days, the Yasha tribe has been humiliated so hard that they have long had the heart to resist. It's just that there is no leader taking the lead, like a mess.

　　 The Jade Spirit God came to him, which was like a war flag for them.

　　 A young sage of the Yasha tribe crawled out of the ground of a manor, covered in mud, looking in the direction of the light of the jade spirit god, shaking with excitement.

　　 He picked up the spear, pushed the door out, and shouted: "The backbone of the Yasha tribe is constant, and the blood is immortal. Fight!"

　　The sacred place of the Yasha tribe in the "Yeyuhai" in the city of a hundred tribes, the door opened, and the sergeant wearing the holy armor gushed from the inside like a tide, rushing to the direction of the divine light.

　　 "The Yasha tribe is the king of the city of a hundred tribes. This is the foundation laid by the ancestors, and no influence is allowed."

　　 "The Dark Temple insulted my clan so much, even if I die today, I will fight."

　　……

　　 In the whole city, there were cultivators of the Yasha tribe rushing out, some rushing to the crown cloud formation tower, and some directly fighting with the cultivators of the dark temple in the city.

　　 What's more, rushed into the dark temple army and blew the holy source.

　　 This is the influence of the gods. With just one sentence, the monks of a family can fight with her without regrets.

　　 Yushi watched the thick smoke in the city, killing sounds in all directions, still calm, smiled: "Jade Spirit God, now the patriarch of the Yasha tribe is the night sky god, you are just a sinner of the Yasha tribe."

　　 A tyrannical divine might escaped from the Crown Cloud Formation Tower, and the dense and regular pattern of gods rushed towards the Yuling God and Zhang Ruochen like a tide.

The night sky **** walked out of the crown cloud formation tower, with a tall body, a triangular head, and a green flame above his head. He reprimanded in a deep voice: "Jade Spirit God, you have made a big mistake before and caused a big disaster. Now, do you want to destroy the Yasha tribe?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "That's not the case! As far as I know, the legend about the sword world is promoted by the dark temple. The purpose is not to find any imaginary sword world, but to take the opportunity to put people in the **** world. The edge area, by this way, took the city of a hundred clan."

"It can be said that even if the Jade Spirit God does not take action, the Dark Temple will inevitably deal with the three great clans here. Your Night Sky God Lord is afraid of the Dark Temple and is willing to be slaughtered by others and discard the territory laid by your ancestors, but the Jade Spirit God does not So weak."

　　 "If you become the patriarch of the Yasha tribe, the Yasha tribe is really hopeless!"

　　 "Is there a place for you to talk here?"

　　 The **** of night sky roared and shot out with a punch, the sky full of **** patterns pressed towards Zhang Ruochen.

　　 Jade Spirit God propped up a space barrier and blocked the fist of the night sky **** for Zhang Ruochen, saying: "The night sky, along with this god, regained the city of a hundred clan, rescued the imprisoned and enslaved clansmen, and expelled the invaders from the city."

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The night sky **** raised his head and glanced at the black temple suspended in the distance, and said: "Don't think of going against the general trend, the times are different, the Yasha clan is no longer a big clan, we are too weak in front of the dark temple. Jade Spirit God, you quickly shoot After suppressing Zhang Ruochen, it should be possible to make up for the merits, and the hall master will have a broad mind and will forgive your previous guilt."

　　 Yulingshen was full of disappointment, and said, "I surrender before resisting. You can kneel so fast. Leaving you in the world will only become a disaster for the Yasha clan."

　　 A seal appeared on her white palm, piercing the regular **** pattern like a river like a sea, and rushed towards the night sky god.

　　 "Han Yuling, I think you are lost in mind by Zhang Ruochen's little white face and want to bring the Yasha tribe into the abyss of extinction. It's you who **** it."

　　 The **** of the night sky was full of anger, and the green divine light gushed from the top of his head and turned into a hot sea of ​​fire.

　　 In the sea of ​​fire, the beasts galloped, burning the heaven and the earth, burning holes in the stable space here.

　　 The Jade Spirit God came prepared, holding up his hands, and a three-foot-long temple appeared, rotating and flying slowly, becoming larger and larger...

　　 is the Temple of Yasha Ancestor.

　　 This temple contains a lot of mystery, which is in the hands of Jade Spirit God, which is more terrifying than ordinary artifacts.

　　 Seeing the temple of the ancestor of Yasha, the **** of the night sky immediately showed horror and shouted: "Bitch, you really want to let the Yasha tribe be forever!"

　　 The jade spirit **** standing outside the temple of the ancestor of the Yasha, with fluttering robes and beautiful skin, inspired an ancient formation in the temple of the ancestor. Suddenly, a phantom of the ancestor of the Yasha tribe appeared, exuding a terrifying aura.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The phantom of the ancestor of the Yasha tribe, knocked the night sky **** into a chaotic time and space of light and dark.

　　The influence of the temple of the ancestor of the Yacha has affected most of the city of a hundred tribes. The more central area, the more chaotic time and space. The chaotic time and space was caused by a large number of divine formations and patterns in the ancestral temple.

　　 This is the ultimate background of the Yasha tribe, one of the top ten clans in the **** world. Zhang Ruochen suspects that the Jade Spirit God who is in charge of the Yasha Ancestor Temple can be called the Banshen King.

　　 "Little white face?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen touched his face. Does his face have such a big charm?

　　 The rain master saw that the situation was not good and wanted to retreat to the Crown Cloud Formation Tower, but was intercepted by a blue beast resembling a liger and thrown away.

　　 The patriarch of the Yasha clan stood on the back of the blue divine beast, mobilizing a large amount of thunder and lightning with his mental power, and smashed it straight down at the rain master, forming a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

　　Along with the patriarch of the Yasha clan, there is also the patriarch of the Huogui clan Xuan?.

　　 dazzle? The patriarch stood on the Baishi Square, looked around the 36 towers, ghostly soaring to the sky, and said loudly: "The king city of a hundred clans is a sacred city of a hundred clans. If anyone continues to join the dark temple, the three clans will attack it together."

　　 The three major clans have accumulated prestige in the city of a hundred clans for a long time, and their influence is much greater than that of the Dark Temple.

　　 The gods in the towers were all dizzy? The patriarch’s divine voice was shocked and hesitated.

　　 "I'll leave it to the two patriarchs here! We must be more decisive about the killing and cutting."

　　 Zhang Ruochen is still very confident in the two patriarchs who are in charge of the big clan, holding a monument to God against God, walking out of the square surrounded by 36 towers.

　　 A magic sword floating on his right ~lightnovelpub.net~ suddenly the sword sounded loudly, turned into a bright sword light, and slashed out.

　　 "Puff!"

　　Bloodlight flashed.

　　 A great undead **** who was about to break in, was smashed by the divine sword and flew back, crashing into the city, smashing a large piece of building on the ground.

　　 The Divine Sword only cut a shallow blood mark on his chest, but failed to severely inflict it.

　　 Zhang Ruochen showed a strange color in his eyes, and said: "The cultivation base is not weak, who will come?"

　　 "This seat belongs to the Qingtian tribe, Qingyuntai!"

　　 The voice of the undead **** of blood was thunderous, and a substantial blood-colored ocean appeared above his head, and the sound of the rolling waves of the blood ocean could be heard.

　　The Dazuzai of the Qingtian tribe is one of the strong men who are qualified to become the head of the undead clan!

　　 Qingyuntai, the younger brother of the Qingtian tribe, is an ancient **** who has practiced for more than 400,000 years.

　　 Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "It turns out to be the sage of the immortal blood race. I'm sorry, I just accidentally hurt the senior by mistake."

　　 With this apology, Qingyuntai felt extremely harsh.

　　 What kind of identity he is, what kind of cultivation base, it was a shame that he was injured in the hands of a dirty-blooded junior.

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