Goddess Wang Qiu and King Jiumu were beheaded one after another, and even Xia Wenxin was severely wounded and quit the sword grave. Where can the monks of the undead blood race dare to fight?

However, the monks of the undead tribe knew that Zhang Ruochen was in the sword mound and had such a powerful combat power.

Therefore, they all withdrew from the sword mound at the fastest speed.

"Leave me."

Zhang Ruochen did not pay attention to the undead blood clan army, but locked in to the Tutu God.

Taking the ancient sword of Shen Yuan and the sword of dripping blood as the core, torrents formed by countless war swords, swept away to the God of Blood Slaughter.

"Incompetent."

The God of Blood Slaying God drives the Infernal Tower of Hell, and decisively rushes out of the sword mound.

His speed is not uncomfortable, but under the blessing of space and time power, the torrent of the sword is faster, and after a moment, it catches up with him.

"Zhang Ruochen."

Xunxu Tu Shenzi gritted his teeth and roared out these three words.

His eyes were full of anger, and he was almost mad.

Everything was because it was in the sword mound, only because of the help of the ghosts, and because of the sudden arrival of the **** sword, he repeatedly disrupted his plan, so that he could only escape.

If this war spreads, the monks in the whole **** world will only laugh at him.

What a pity, it's too late to say anything now.

Anyone can see that they are really going.

When he bit his teeth, the Blood Slaughter cut his wrist, causing a large amount of essence and blood to flow out into the Infernal Purgatory Tower.

The Infernal Purgatory Tower quickly turned, and a large amount of purgatory fire erupted.

In the process, it keeps going backwards.

"嘭."

Shen Yuan's ancient sword and dripping blood sword combined together, cut out a cross sword light, penetrated the defense of the Infernal Purgatory Tower, and beheaded and killed on the Blood Slaughter God.

The robe of the God of Blood and Tutu was ruptured immediately, his physical defenses were disintegrated, and a cross sword wound appeared on his chest. The whole body was almost cut into several pieces.

Blood spurted from the mouth of the God of Blood-slaying God, and his breath became weak.

虽 Although he saved his life, he was very badly wounded and was unable to fight again.

As soon as Zhang Ruochen was about to make up for the blow, the Infernal Purgatory Tower sent out a horrible divine power, shaking the torrent of swords.

"唰."

Infernal Purgatory Tower brought the Blood Slaughter Son, and immediately broke away from the sword mound.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful divine power burst out, forcibly tearing the space, and the Infernal Purgatory Tower burst into it and disappeared.

"There is a remnant soul of God in the Infernal Purgatory Tower. The Blood Slay God Son awakens the Remnant Spirit of the God through the blood sacrifice to urge the Infernal Purgatory Tower to tear the space away." The dripping sword spirit explained in a cold voice.

"Pity!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruochen frowned and sighed: "The fighting power of Blood Slaughter is almost invincible under the Great Saint. Even if Yan Liren, who was called the Tenth Emperor 800 years ago, may not be his opponent. The enemy flees, and the consequences are endless. "

"The remnant soul of that **** is awakened, even I can't keep him, but he has been seriously injured, and the injury is so bad that he can't recover in a short time."

If there is no remnant soul of the god, even if the blood slaughter son flees the sword mound, she will still be sure to leave it.

"Cut him next time."

Zhang Ruochen nodded, not too tangled.

Zhang Ruochen believes that with the help of the sundial, the realm of cultivation is bound to increase rapidly. At that time, even if he does not need to take advantage of Jianzug's geographical advantage and the power of 16 ancestors, he may not be able to compete with the God of Blood.

On the other side, while Zhang Ruochen was dealing with the God of Blood Slaughter, all the monks of the undead blood quit the sword mound, and then kept on trying to escape from the ancient prison of the town.

"Thank you ancestors."

Xie thanked the ancestors of the monstrous sword, and Zhang Ruochen flew out of the huge shadow formed by the sixteen ancestors.

With the sword out, he could no longer borrow the power of his ancestor and had to rely on himself.

Fortunately, the undead blood tribe has been defeated and it is not a problem.

Headed by Xia Wenxin, the army of undead blood quickly approached the entrance of the former Mingxian, and only by passing there could they leave the Zhenyu ancient clan.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful, there is no way here, where do you still want to escape?" The wonderful young man showed his figure with a proud look.

Shen Yuanyuan Sword and Dripping Sword appeared earlier, and it came to seal the retreat of the undead blood, as Zhang Ruochen said.

As a sage master, although he can't completely control the ancient gods, how can he still control some, which is enough to deal with the undead blood tribe.

It has collected the thirty-six parcel flags used by the Hades to tear the ancient gods and re-arrange them to temporarily glue the torn ancient gods together.

The thirty-sixth par banner can be equipped with nine-pin array, which is called the treasure, and it is now owned by it.

"Kill it."

There is a roar of the undead strong, and he does not hesitate to attack the true little man.

I was chasing after me, and if I didn't get through, I'm afraid they didn't want to run away.

"Is vegetarianism when poverty is the way? If you want to kill the past, you can try it." The wonderful little Taoist hugs his hands on his chest, contemptuous.

In front of him, the seven planets of the constellation of Gods have been lined up to form a powerful nine-pin formation.

"Boom."

A variety of war soldiers and holy arts bombarded and glowed brilliantly.

Real wonderful young man laughed and seemed extremely relaxed, he really did not believe that these people can break the nine-pin formation.

How many people are there?

Twenty-seven planets of the constellation of God have been combined with the ancient patterns of God, and their power is endless.

The reason why the Xunxu Tushen can escape is because of the remnant soul of God, which uses divine power to forcibly tear the space, and the incomplete **** pattern outside the ancient prison tribe cannot naturally leave it.

After all these undead blood races, what can they do to tear the ancient gods?

The wonderful young man knew that the immortal was dead, so he was completely fearless.

After a short while, Zhang Ruochen took up with Leopard, Murong Yue, Xiang Chunan and others to catch up and surrounded the remnants of the undead blood.

"Xia Wenxin, you are destined to go today!"

Zhang Ruochen, holding Shen Yuan's ancient sword, walked step by step, looking at Xia Wenxin.

The Xunxu Tuozi fled, and he could no longer let Xia Wenxin also escape.

Xia Wenxin also looked at Zhang Ruochen, showing a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, to be honest, I have underestimated you before, it really shouldn't be. Maybe in the East, I should try to remove you. This time, it is you Win, win is beautiful, and I look forward to playing against you next time. "

"Do you think you can escape?"

Zhang Ruochen became vigilant and spread his arms. The Qingtian Floating Slaughter Tower and the Tibetan Magic Mirror flew over his head at the same time, releasing his mighty supreme power.

The woman in red was more direct, holding a dripping sword, and immediately beheaded Xia Wenxin.

"I can't think of the last chance to use the 遁 world rune, it will be used here." Xia Wen shook his head.

"boom."

The sword light chopped out by Xun Di's blood sword came at once, but was blocked by a ray of light flying from Xia Wen's heart.

若 Zhang Ruochen hit the Qingtian floating slaughter tower and the Tibetan mountain mirror, and the result was the same.

There was a strange light flashing in the eyes of the woman in red, staring at Xia Wenxin, but she never shot again, because she knew that it was futile to continue shooting.

The next moment, the space shook, and Xia Wenxin was wrapped in the light of God, and disappeared instantly.

"What's going on, how did you let that guy run away?" Xiang Chunan said.

I just watched the Blood Tu Shenzi walk away, and now I watched Xia Wenxin walk away again, which really made Xiang Chunan very unhappy.

Ji Jifan's heart seemed to know something about the shield amulet, saying: "Xia Wenxin seems to use an ancient amulet. Even if the Dasheng takes the shot himself, he cannot keep him."

Those **** sons of the undead blood tribe have their life-saving means.

The King of Nine Eyes and the Goddess Wangqiu actually also have, but their life-saving means are not as powerful as Blood Slaughter and Xia Wenxin, so they are still beheaded.

"Although the two of them fled, these monks of the undead blood had to be wiped out. Only by killing them were they afraid that they would know that there are also people in Kunlun who can't provoke them."

As soon as Zhang Ruochen raised his hand, a space collapsed scroll rolled out.

"Boom."

A large area of ​​space collapsed in an instant, involving many undead blood fighters.

In the face of space power, those undead blood fighters have no resistance at all, even the Holy King, they can only be crushed.

"Humph."

He snorted heavily, and Zhang Ruochen shot again.

Puppet space was forcibly torn apart, and many huge cracks appeared, like giant beasts opening their blood basins and mouths, devouring the undead blood greed.

"Kill, don't let go of any one."

The leopard screamed loudly and rushed into the enemy camp first.

Others will never hesitate, they will all fight out.

The uncles, who were shot by Leopard, Murong Yue, and the undead blood, were soon killed, and the rest were no longer a threat.

The undead blood tribe has already been killed and trembled, and it is impossible to do battle, but to escape, but there is no way to escape.

The ending is already doomed, and no miracle can occur.

After some fierce killings ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Zhengu ancient monks wiped out all the undead blood races.

He does not need to be kind to treat undead blood.

"Win, we actually won."

Many people murmured as if dreaming.

Facing the crazy offensive of the undead blood race, they were desperate again and again, no one expected that there would be a chance to come back in the end.

"Sister, did you see it? Brother revenge for you!"

"Grandpa, we are holding the sword grave, rest in peace!"

"Father, rest assured that I will take on the responsibility of guarding Sukazuka in the future."

Many people in Guzhen prison are crying, remembering their relatives and friends.

Although they have won, no one can laugh at all. Too many people lost their lives in this war, their homes turned into ruins, and their hearts were full of sadness.

"Win? This is just the beginning!"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly, and could not help feeling.

The Kunlun Realm is now full of scars, and there are always strong invaders in the Hell realm. The war has just begun, and the future is bound to be more cruel.

Perhaps one day, the entire Kunlun realm will be destroyed. At that time, I don't know how many people can survive.

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