The death knight came quite suddenly. The moat in the ancient city of Taiyin didn't have time to open. He had already broken in, and his **** spirit was permeating to the four sides.

Suddenly, a large block of monks fell down, lost their vitality, and became dead.

"Well."

The death knight took a deep breath, and all the dead bodies on the ground burst into pieces, flew into strands of blood, gathered to him, and entered his belly.

As he inhaled a lot of blood gas, the injuries in his body also recovered.

"Gu Linfeng, if you want to escape to the Eastern Region, you are wishful thinking."

Yao Sheng stepped on a mighty cloud of blood, flew from a distance, and landed on the wall. A pair of blood-red pupils of his male body gush out two beams of light, looking down at the ancient city of Taiyin under his feet.

However, the female body is a giggle of laughter, making the monks in the ancient city of Taiyin feel creepy.

Immediately afterwards, the elders of the Silver Robe Yashe and the other three saints of the undead blood rushed to the ancient city of Taiyin one after another, each guarding a position to prevent Gu Linfeng from escaping.

The divine power scattered by the saints is enough to shock the creatures under the sanctuary to kneel on the ground, not to mention, six powerful saints appear at the same time.

Under the deterrence of the six saints, hundreds of thousands of monks in the ancient city of Taiyin, some knelt down, and some fainted. Only semi-sacred figures could still maintain a standing posture.

"How did the blood saint of the undead tribe appear in the ancient city of Taiyin?"

"Gu Linfeng? What the **** is going on ... they are here to hunt down Gu Linfeng, the leader of the blood gods? Gu Linfeng is in the ancient city of Taiyin?"

"Six saints of the undead are coming at the same time, and the monks in the ancient city of Taiyin will probably be slaughtered by them."

...

All monks are terrified.

In their eyes, any saint has a means of reaching out to heaven and earth, and ordinary monks are no different from mortals in the presence of saints, and have no power to fight back.

"Wow--"

In the main capital of the ancient city of Taiyin, a sacred air ripple spreads out, emitting bright brilliance.

In the center of the holy air, an old man in a robe appeared. This person, the guardian of the ancient city of Taiyin, is also a saint of Liang Yizong, named Qingfeng saint.

The Qingfeng saint has cultivated to the realm of the Shangjing saint, showing a powerful sacred prestige, saying: "The ancient city of Taiyin is the place of Liangyi Zong. Just now, this saint has been circulated to the Zongmen. The big men rush over, and you'd better retreat immediately, otherwise you won't be able to leave if you want to. "

The Saint Qingfeng is not intimidating the saints of the undead blood, but he has actually been summoned back to Liang Yizong.

The death knight's voice was cold, and said, "It won't be too long. If we kill Gu Linfeng, we will naturally retreat."

The Saint Qingfeng knew that the knight of death was very powerful, and he did not dare to confront him before the great figures of Liang Yizong arrived. However, he still said: "Gu Linfeng is not in the ancient city of Taiyin."

"You said nothing."

The death knight's eyes stared at the elder of the silver robe, the holy lord of Asher, revealing a questioning look.

A bronze disc is pinched in the hand of the Holy One of Asher. Using his mental strength, he communicated with the bronze disc and quickly found out where Gu Linfeng was.

The saints of the undead blood raced around in the direction of the Holy One of Asher, step by step closer to the center of the ancient city of Taiyin.

The blood of the death knight is very strong, with the attribute of death. The opponent he walked by was dozens of squares, and all human monks were killed.

The blood of those human monks flew out, and continuously penetrated into his body to repair his injuries.

You know, in the ancient city of Taiyin, most of them were disciples of Liang Yizong. Just now, thousands of Liang Yizong disciples have died and become flesh.

Anger on Qingfeng's face said, "Open the moat and kill the saints of the undead blood."

In the ancient city of Taiyin, all eight azimuth array towers were activated, rushed out of eight thick beams of light, turned into eight white apertures, and spread out in all directions.

"I just want to start the moat, is it too late?"

The silver robe elder sage of the immortal shrine sneered, biting his index finger of his right hand, a little in the center of the bronze disc.

The bronze disc spun sharply, and then eight blood-red streamers flew towards the eight array towers.

The eight blood-red streamers all had powerful mental attack power, rushed into the array tower, and then, in the array tower, a scream came out.

The spirits of all the array mages were severely damaged, some vomiting blood and passing out; others had broken their wills and became muddy; others had broken the Holy Spirit and fell to the ground.

Among the array masters in the ancient city of Taiyin, there are no spiritual power saints. They were attacked by a sage of spiritual power, and naturally had no resistance.

The Qingfeng Saint took a cold breath and realized that it was not good.

This group of undead holy saints is really too strong, and I am afraid that no one's strength is below him.

The death knight warned the Qingfeng Saint, "It's better not to worry about you, otherwise, you will be destroyed first."

Yao Sheng, Yashe Saint, and three other undead saints all showed cold smiles.

The Qingfeng Saint has never been so aggrieved now, and can only watch the disciples of Liang Yizong being sucked by the death knight, but he can only suppress the anger in his heart and dare not to shoot.

Because, he knew very well that if his mind was rushing to fight the all saints of the undead blood race, it is very likely that today is his death.

In the city, a group of disciples of Liang Yizong knelt down on the ground, watching the knight of death step by step, all of them showing a horrified look.

They turned their eyes to the Qingfeng Saint for help.

A weaker disciple has begged and wept: "Don't ... don't swallow my blood ..."

The Qingfeng Saint clenched his teeth, struggling to restrain himself, and did not dare to rush, still waiting for the great figures of Liang Yizong to come.

The death knight's face showed a smirk, and the blood that spread from his body was wrapped around the disciples of Liang Yizong, as if there was an invisible rope tied to their necks.

The disciples of Liang Yizong clenched their necks tightly, struggling hard, their eyes were full of despair.

Seeing this scene, the Saint Qingfeng is also extremely ashamed, sighing in his heart: "You cannot blame this Saint for not saving you, but really helpless ..."

"Boom."

Suddenly, a violent force came from below the ancient city of Taiyin, broke through the ground, and rushed into the air.

"It's so powerful that there is such a powerful master hidden in the ancient city of Taiyin."

The Qingfeng Saint glared and looked at the shadow of that person.

I saw that it was a young man wearing a robe of the disciples of Liang Yizong, a very handsome man, with well-defined features, with dark black drapes on both sides of his cheeks, full of alcohol, and looked very free and easy.

It is Zhang Ruochen.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen did not change into another appearance, that is, his own appearance.

"It is indeed the Dragon Spirit Mad Cow Wine. It is really good wine."

Zhang Ruochen was half drunk and half awake, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there were dozens of disciples of Liangyi Zong who were entangled with blood in his eyes.

"Longyou nine days."

Zhang Ruochen's body slanted, her feet moved, like a swimming dragon, soared into the air, making a palm print.

"Well."

The palm print was hit, a dragon shadow flew out, and a low-pitched dragon groan broke the layers of blood, rushing towards the death knight standing in the middle of the street.

Ten disciples of Liang Yizong fled from their flesh and fell to the ground. Then, they fled to the distance and crawled away.

When they rushed past Zhang Ruochen's side, they all showed a strange look, and it was difficult to understand. How could such a young outside student have such a powerful strength to dare to fight against the death knight?

The death knight's arm trembled, stabbed a spear, and collided with the shadow of the dragon descending.

"Stab it."

At the location where the spear and the dragon shadow collided, a splendid sacred mang emerged, so that the nearby monks could not even open their eyes.

The ancient city of Taiyin has undergone numerous reinforcements, and the structure of the city is quite stable. Even a collision at the saint level did not cause much damage.

The death knight has seen portraits of Zhang Ruochen and Gu Linfeng, so he recognized Zhang Ruochen.

Gu Linfeng was originally hunted and killed, but met Zhang Ruochen.

The identity of the two is naturally self-evident.

"Zhang Ruochen, you really are the **** of blood **** Gu Linfeng. Today, this seat will definitely take your life."

The holy spirit in the death knight's body moves fast in the meridians, making a rumbling sound, as if rivers are rushing, releasing more and more powerful fluctuations.

The sage of Qingfeng was extremely surprised. The man below was Zhang Ruochen, who passed down from time to time?

wrong.

How could Zhang Ruochen be Gu Linfeng?

Not only was the Qingfeng Holy One surprised, the monks in the ancient city of Taiyin were all shocked when they heard the death knight's voice, as if they had heard a great secret ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ A Liangyizong half-sage said: "I have seen a portrait of Zhang Ruochen. The young man is indeed Zhang Ruochen."

"The death knight claims that Zhang Ruochen is the **** of the blood gods, Gu Linfeng, shouldn't he just talk about it?"

"The death knight is a saint, how could the saints talk nonsense? Zhang Ruochen said not necessarily, it is really Gu Linfeng."

"It is said that our two Yizong geniuses, Jian Yue, Lin Yue, may also be Zhang Ruochen, who was passed down in time and space."

A 14-year-old Liang Yizong young disciple grew his mouth and said in amazement: "Is it really like the legend, Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, seventy-two incarnations, flying all over the world?

In Kunlun, there are many legends about Zhang Ruochen, and some of them are quite outrageous. Of course, it is also because of those legends that Zhang Ruochen has become the idol and the target of hard work in the eyes of countless young monks.

Now, when I see Zhang Ruochen's true body, those young disciples forget that they are in the danger of death, and they are all very excited, looking forward to the fierce battle between Zhang Ruochen and the undead saints.

According to legend, Zhang Ruochen was undefeated in all battles. Is it really like that?

...

(There will be a chapter later, later.)

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