In the previous Xianji Mountain, there was only one main peak, and the blue palace existed on the top of the main peak.

But now, Xianji Mountain presents five indiscriminate peaks. The heaven and earth are rich in holiness, and it is clearly a land of awakening.

"The trunk of the heavenly tree should not be so easily removed." Zhang Ruochen thought secretly.

Immediately, he probed into the world of Qiankun, and preached: "Senior Wood, can you feel where the trunk is?"

The branches and leaves of the heavenly tree trembled gently, releasing a strange power into the world of Qiankun.

This power is so subtle, even the Great Saint, may not be able to detect it.

After a while, the strange power returned to the world of Qiankun, and then made the sound of Tianshenmu: "The trunk is underground, there is a force to isolate it, and I can only perceive it vaguely."

"Ground?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a strange color.

However, he was finally relieved, as long as the trunk was not taken away by the dead.

It is said that a treasure is conceived in the trunk of the Heavenly God Tree, which may involve the mystery of becoming a god, and it must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the dead.

As the space moved, Zhang Ruochen quietly dived into the ground.

The ground floor of Xianji Mountain was empty, the space was extremely wide, and it was filled with the wickedness to death, which was suffocating.

In accordance with the guidance of the God of Heaven, Zhang Ruochen quickly locked the trunk.

An altar reflected in Zhang Ruochen's eyes was very huge, more than three hundred feet in diameter. The altar was engraved with countless weird patterns, releasing strange powers, and it was the continuous aspiration of heaven and earth aura.

It can be clearly seen that there is a shadow of death of up to five hundred feet above the altar, holding a sickle of death, wearing a string of glowing bracelets on the wrist, and all twelve beads are extremely solid.

As more and more auras of heaven and earth are drawn, the shadow of death is more solid, and there are signs of continued elevation.

In contrast, the shadow of death from General Heiyan was too weak and less than one percent.

"This altar is so weird. What it draws is not the usual aura of heaven and earth, but it seems to be the force of recovery in the Kunlun realm."

He has personally entered more than one awakening land, and is very familiar with this power, convinced that he will not perceive errors.

It is no small matter that the dead set up an altar to draw the power of the northern region's recovery.

Even if only a part is taken away, the impact will be great.

Above the altar, there are three figures sitting side by side, showing three talents, two men and one woman, both wearing white robes, and the breath is completely combined with the altar.

They are the white robe sacrifices in the Temple of the Dead, respected and powerful, and even if the generals of the dead see them, they need respect.

"Well."

A white-robed sacrifice with a raised eyebrow at his heart suddenly opened his eyes and cast his gaze on the hidden place of Zhang Ruochen.

"Someone dared to break in, and the death knight went to get rid of that person." A white robe with a raised eyebrow sacrifice to the cold road.

"Well."

"Well."

...

With the sound of several air bursts, six death knights wearing armor of death rushed out.

The death knight is carefully cultivated in the temple of death. It is like the scarlet angel of the **** temple. Each strength is extremely powerful, comparable to the emperor in the realm.

The death knight of the immortal temple is a death knight imitating the death temple. There is a huge gap between the two.

All the six knights of death are holding the sickle of death, like the death walking in the world, harvesting the souls of all living beings.

Seeing the six death knights rushing in, Zhang Ruochen's eyes flashed a strange color, "It was discovered."

He thought that he was hiding very well, his breath was completely convergent, and the possibility of exposure was extremely low. He never realized that it would be discovered in a moment, which was somewhat unexpected.

In this case, it can only be fought.

Majestic sacred energy and blood gushes out from the seven holes in the palm of the hand, condensing a very tall phantom ghost.

"Seven strokes of blood."

Zhang Ruochen drank and gave a full blow.

The palm of Pluto's virtual shadow is pushed out, and endless blood surges into a vast sea of ​​blood, which will drown everything.

Six death knights shot at the same time, wielding the sickle of death, combined their strengths, and cut out a black sickle.

"All beings will die."

Obviously, they felt Zhang Ruochen's horror and had to choose to fight together.

The black sickle is so sharp, it seems to cut everything.

"Wow."

The sea of ​​blood was split by the black sickle and quickly annihilated.

When the sea of ​​blood completely disappeared, the sickle also dissipated, and its power was exhausted.

"Well."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen exhibited space relocation and instantly appeared behind the six knights of death.

The ancient sword of Shen Yuan appeared in his hands, with a slight vibration, and countless time marks appeared.

As the number of actual battles increased, Zhang Ruochen's understanding of "Fairy Moon Like a Song" was undoubtedly deeper and deeper, and the power of the show was naturally stronger.

"Wow."

A shadow of a sword flashed, and the heads of the six death knights were all cut off.

"Well."

"Well."

...

Zhang Ruochen quickly shot, smashed the heads of the six death knights and completely killed them.

Even if the dead are very special, once the head is broken and the Holy Spirit is annihilated, it will undoubtedly die.

Seeing this scene, the white-robed sacrifice of sacrifice in the eyebrows was furious, "Huh? Dare to kill the knight, and give you death."

While talking, he stretched out his fingers and moved forward slightly.

"boom."

Countless death beams burst into flames, transforming them into a single exercise, blasting to Zhang Ruochen.

Seeing this, Zhang Ruochen also stretched out a finger and shot forward.

"Crack in space."

The space ruptured instantly, forming a space crack that was several feet long.

The peloton gathered by the death beam was swallowed up by the cracks in the space, and none of them attacked Zhang Ruochen.

"It turned out to be a monk in space. No wonder you can sneak in silently, but since you have come in, don't want to go out again." The only priestess said coldly.

He slowly protruded a hand, and the force of death surged, condensing a large black hand of several hundred feet, and grasped at Zhang Ruochen.

The **** hands contain immensely terrifying power, almost suppressing the entire underground space.

"Great, none of these three are under me."

Zhang Ruochen did not choose to fight hard. He held the Secret of Time and Space in his hands to break through the suppression of space by the **** hands and exhibited space movement.

Black hands came to capture it, but they just caught a residual image. Zhang Ruochen's true body had already left the ground space.

Without any stops, Zhang Ruochen moved the exhibition space, and appeared nine hundred miles away.

After performing dozens of large space movements in a row, Zhang Ruochen broke away from Xianji Mountain and appeared outside the northern camp.

He retreated extremely simply, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the dead, and not to expose the trunk of the celestial tree.

After a short investigation, Zhang Ruochen has determined that the trunk of the heavenly tree is under the evil altar, and it should not be found by the dead for the time being.

"I have to tell Brother Zhenyuan about the altar." Zhang Ruochen looked slightly serious.

Immediately, he entered the northern camp and went straight to the town.

At the same time, in the space below Xianji Mountain, the white robe priestess' face turned ugly, and she shot Zhang Ruochen herself to escape.

"This person's way of space is so strong that he can break through the space blockade here. What is sacred?" The priestess in white robe frowned.

The sacrifice of the white-robed sacrifice with frowns in his heart was angry, saying: "The six knights of death were actually killed by one sword.

The last elder with green hair and white robe said Shen: "I am worried now, will that person discover the secret of this place? The God of Genie made us three sit here. If there is a leak, we may not be good. Fruit to eat. "

It was said that the white robe sacrifices and the white robe priestess who had eyebrows were exposed with dignity and fell into silence.

Thinking of the horror of the source devil, they all shivered.

Unlike other gods, the source devil is a son of a deity in the Temple of Death. He has an extremely respected position and is extremely powerful. No one dares to annoy him.

"I don't worry about the source demon son, but the destiny temple, we must deal with it carefully." The priestess of the white robe.

As soon as his voice fell, there were ripples in the underground space, and three glooms came down, showing three figures.

Headed by a graceful woman, she has a tall body, long and straight jade legs, a veil on her face, and only a pair of bright eyes like black stones are exposed.

An indescribable special temperament emanates from him, and one cannot help but worship it.

Behind the graceful woman, a man and a woman stood, looking very young, but the breath emanating from the body was extremely powerful, not under the sacrifice of the three white robes, or even before.

Seeing the graceful woman, the three white-robed priests all changed dramatically, even stood up, flew out of the altar, and bowed, "See Lord."

The priestess of the white robe shuddered slightly, which was really scared to come.

The graceful woman's eyes were indifferent, her eyes locked on the white priestess, and she said, "How do you want to deal with me?"

The priestess of the white robe shivered even more, and said, "Please forgive me, my subordinates have no intention of offending, and never dare to commit it again."

The graceful woman slowly stretched out a hand and pointed a finger at the white robe priestess.

Suddenly, a light of destiny flew out of its jade fingers and sank into the priestess of the white robe.

"Oh, Lord, forgive me, forgive me!" The priestess of the white robe made a painful scream, struggling violently to the ground.

The light of destiny directly acts on its soul, and the pain cannot be described by words, and it is difficult for anyone to bear.

The white-robed sacrifice and the green-haired white-robed priest who stood in the middle of his eyebrows stood still, and couldn't say a word.

At present, this is one of the three candidates who most want to be the goddess of destiny temple, and is the object that the source demon **** son pursues, not that they can provoke.

Seeing that the white robe priestess was about to be unable to support it, the graceful woman took back the light of fate, and said lightly: "There will be another time ~ lightnovelpub.net ~"

The priestess in white robe took a sigh of relief, stood up, and said, "Master Xie, my subordinates dare not have another time."

"Who tells me what happened here?" Said the graceful woman.

The green-haired white-robed priest hurriedly replied, "Master Qilu, a mysterious space monk broke in just now, killed six death knights, and escaped."

After hearing the words, the graceful woman waved a wave of fate and turned into a mirror. Previously, Zhang Ruochen's pictures in the underground space appeared.

"How could it be him?"

A wonderful light flashed in the graceful woman's eyes, saying: "It was Zhang Ruochen who was passed down in time and space. You two will take him back and remember to live."

"Yes, sir."

A man and a woman stood behind the graceful woman.

Immediately, the two turned into two afterimages, flashing out of the underground space at high speed.