"It seems that one war corpse is not enough. We have to have another one. Anyway, it can't be taken out to stop the blood slaughter."

Watching Zhang Ruochen rushing towards the direction of the Snow Mountain, Luo Yi couldn't help summoning a war corpse again.

He entered the dense ground, and he only found two sacred corpses in total. Now they are both used, and how can he stop the blood-slaying **** son for a while.

The second jihad was emaciated and looked very old. He held a sword in each hand and attacked extremely hard.

"The two holy war corpses, also want to block the deity, all turned to ashes!"

The blood of the God of Blood Slaughter exudes a strong blood evil spirit, which turns into a blazing flame and combines with the Infernal Purgatory Tower.

The reason why he can control the Infernal Purgatory Tower is because he controls the fire of purgatory, which is a terrible flame comparable to the net extinction fire. Few people can grasp it.

The massive fire of purgatory poured out from the infernal purgatory tower, enveloping two great jihad corpses, and burned them to ashes, even the sword used.

"Boom."

A fire of purgatory flew out, turned into a fireball, and blasted into the dense area where Luo Yi was.

The Laoshan Peak collapsed, but Luo Yi was no longer seen.

The God of Blood and Tutu didn't seek out, and he controlled the Infernal Purgatory Tower and continued to chase Zhang Ruochen and others.

Deep in the depths, Luo Yi showed his figure again and whispered: "Zhang Ruochen, I believe you will not die so easily."

On the other side, just as the Blood Slaughter God was about to catch up, Zhang Ruochen and others finally arrived under the Snow Mountain.

"Why not escape?"

The God of Blood and Tutu overlooked Zhang Ruochen and others with a cruel smile on his face.

他 In his opinion, Zhang Ruochen and others stopped because of despair and nowhere to run.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head, and said loudly, "Because it is you who will run away."

As He talked, the monstrous sword appeared in his hands, and numerous kendo rules came toward him.

"Please my ancestors to help me fight against the enemy." Zhang Ruochen soared into the air, calling for the ancestors of the towering sword.

At this moment, the tip of all the swords on the ground are pointing at Zhang Ruochen, shaking it slightly, as if worshiping him.

This is the appearance of the sword master, all swords have to salute.

There was an old voice between the cascades of clouds: "The undead blood dared to step into the sword mound and kill without amnesty."

Suddenly, a strong breath appeared and turned into sixteen human-shaped shadows, which is the sacred soul of the sixteen ancestors in the vein of the towering sword.

"Holy Soul possesses."

The sacred souls of the 16 ancestors rushed towards Zhang Ruochen and turned into a human figure with a height of thousands of feet, exuding a magnificent majesty.

Zhang Ruochen was suspended at the shadow's eyebrow at this moment, surrounded by a powerful sacred air, full of strength.

At the beginning, when he first came to Jianzhu, his cultivation was only a first-order semi-sacred, and he could only borrow the sacred spirit of one ancestor. Now he can borrow the sacred spirit of sixteen ancestors at the same time.

In the past, Ling Feiyu borrowed the sacred spirit of the ancestor of the burial sky sword, and fought against the blood emperor Qingtian to prevent the undead blood from releasing Pluto.

Now, it is his turn to do this, and this is the mission that he should shoulder.

"Huh?" The God of Blood Tu revealed a strange color.

He can feel that after combining with the sixteen sacred souls, Zhang Ruochen's breath has soared, and he is already comparable to the immortal saint.

"Souls should stay in the grave well, and dare to come out and obstruct the Son of God, and then completely dissipate from the world."

The God of Bloodslaying God looked disdainfully, and a terrible murderous weapon burst into his body.

Even if Zhang Ruochen borrowed the sacred spirit of 16 ancestors, he was as powerful as the immortal saint, and it was not in his eyes.

He even defeated the great saint who has truly reached the immortal state. What does Zhang Ruochen use external force to reach this level?

"You all step back, then, I may not be able to take care of you." Zhang Ruochen said extremely solemnly.

Everyone knew very well that at this time, if they shot, not only could they not help Zhang Ruochen, but they would become a drag.

Therefore, they did not hesitate and immediately stepped back to make a wide enough battlefield for Zhang Ruochen.

The sacred spirit of the 16 ancestors constantly mobilized the heaven and earth aura, and converged towards Zhang Ruochen, making the strength of his body fluctuate, becoming more and more intense, and turning into a colorful chaotic cloud.

He practiced to the present state, and his five-element chaos naturally became stronger and stronger, and could bear the vast Holy Power.

"Wow."

Wu Jianling awoke.

The mighty glaring sword emits a dazzling light, inspiring thousands of kendo rules.

For a moment, with Zhang Ruochen as the center, this heaven and earth turned into a sea of ​​swords, with all swords flying, Zhang Ruochen was like the Emperor of Kendo, supreme.

"Is this the power of the Great Saint level?" Zhang Ruochen whispered, and a pride loomed in his chest.

Here is his absolute home. He will never allow the God of Blood Slaughter to step in from here.

Raised the monstrous sword, the powerful sword domain extended to the surroundings.

"Sword Nine."

若 Zhang Ruochen wields the towering sword and casts the sword nine.

Although he has not yet penetrated the last layer of Jian Jiu's upright meaning, he can still use it for display.

Thousands of ancient swords around the puppet were radiated at the same time, under the traction of the sword, gathered into a torrent of swords.

He is also Sword Nine. With the power of the ancestor and the addition of the rule of sword graves, the power is totally different from what he usually displays.

The God of Blood and Blood Slaughter stood on the Infernal Purgatory Tower, and a large number of purgatory fires emerged from the body.

"Boom."

Flame Fist Seal collided with the torrent of swords, erupting the power to destroy the world.

I can see that the fist marks are disintegrating, and the torrent of swords is disappearing.

For a moment, the torrents of fist marks and swords disappeared, and no one took advantage.

"Purgatory Fire God Fist."

Zhang Ruochen whispered, his eyes locked on the God of Blood.

拳 This boxing method is learned by the Blood Slaughter God through the Infernal Purgatory Tower, and he is domineering. Few people at the same level can take the punch.

"Zhenyi Thunderfire Sword."

Zhang Ruochen didn't stop and shot again.

With the help of the ancestors, it is naturally the true sword of thunder and fire that has been passed on in this vein. The power is the strongest.

After all, the ancestors of all dynasties have practiced "True Thunder Thunder Sword Technique" to a very high level, and the sword meaning can be communicated.

Xunxu Tuozi also continued to perform the Purgatory Fire God Fist, which is unpredictable, and each punch has the power of the Weeping Ghost God.

For a while, the two fought fiercely, and the terrorist forces raged and passed to all directions.

However, the environment of the sword mound is extremely special, and even if the two men fight fiercely, they will not cause much damage.

If not, I'm afraid the sword will be beaten as soon as the two of them start.

"The God of Blood Slaughter is really powerful. When he entered the sword mound, he could still exert such a strong strength." Bao Lie was dignified.

Givenchy flashed a light in his eyes, and said, "It is not fake that the God of Blood Slaughter is very strong, but whether it can show its strength, or because of the Infernal Purgatory Tower, it is a complete supreme holy weapon, powerful in spirit. Incomparably, it greatly weakened the repression of Jianzuka. "

"His Royal Highness is a sword repairer, and borrowing the power of the ancient ancestors of the towering sword, he will certainly be able to defeat the God of Blood Slaughter."

Wu Murongyue spoke, full of confidence in Zhang Ruochen.

她 Since she followed Zhang Ruochen, no matter what kind of strong enemy she encountered, Zhang Ruochen can always figure out a way to deal with it.

"Unfortunately, the metal magic crown has no instrumental spirit, otherwise I must suppress the grandson." Xiang Chunan was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

He used to bully people with the Supreme Holy Grail, but he did not expect to be bullied with the Supreme Holy Grail now.

He is also a supreme holy vessel, with and without instrumental spirit, the power is vastly different.

The sacred holy implements with instrumental spirits, in the hands of the most powerful, are enough to sacrifice God, such as the cross that destroyed God, who had been crucified.

There are too few artifacts in the heavens and the earth, and most of the gods control them are only supreme holy artifacts.

I do n’t know why, the Holy Spirit inherited from the Kunlun Realm, the instrumental spirit is almost unknown, and it ca n’t exert too much power.

"If Zhang Ruochen cannot defeat the God of Blood Slaughter, I'm afraid we have to give up the sword mound." Ji Fan's heart was a little dignified.

I can't be beaten, they must not be waiting here to die.

The so-called is to stay in the mountains, no worries, no firewood.

Xun Wenyan said that Shi Qiankun's face couldn't help but feel sad, his fists clenched, his eyes fixed on Zhang Ruochen.

As the ancient patriarch of Zhenyuan, if you let Jianzug give up to the undead, how will he face the ancestors?

I only hate the decline of the ancient clan of their prison, and there is no such thing as the strongest. There is no way to protect the sword mound.

On top of a mountain, Xia Wenxin, King Jiumu, and others appeared out of thin air, watching Zhang Ruochen and the blood-slave godson far away.

The undead blood army has regrouped, and once the battle is over, it will launch another onslaught.

"The water in Jianzuka is very deep. Fortunately, we didn't kill it first, otherwise there will be trouble ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Jinmu Tianwang frowned slightly.

Zhang Ruochen, who is combined with the sacred soul of his ancestor, is powerful and unmatchable.

Yi Xia asked with a smile, and said lightly: "Sword mound has six sword holders, and they can show their super strength in the sword mound. Zhang Ruochen is only one of them."

"The sword owned by the six swordsmen is also the key to releasing Lord Pluto. At first, the ten tribes of our undead blood in the Kunlun realm took great effort to take away five of them, but they did not get the monstrous hands of Zhang Ruochen sword."

"If the six swordsmen of the sword mound are all present and guarding the sword mound together, then it is really troublesome."

Before he attacked the sword mound, he already had a very detailed understanding of the situation of the sword mound, so it was determined that even the God of Blood Slaughter could not easily break the sword mound.

Since the Blood Slaughter Son is so radical, he is also happy to take the lead, but he is not afraid that the Blood Slaughter Son will take credit for it.

"Zhang Ruochen, you can't stop the Son of God."

The God of Bloodslaying God roared and raised his hand to shoot the Infernal Purgatory Tower.

Jiu Jiujiu's inability to kill Zhang Ruochen has made him lose patience and does not want to continue to consume it.

Don't say that Zhang Ruochen just borrowed the power of the immortal saint, even if it is the real immortal saint, he must fall after using the Infernal Purgatory Tower.

Those who stand in my way, die. ()

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