It is no secret that Yan Wushen invited Zhang Ruochen. The moment the Jiulongyu traveled into Jiayin District, the news spread among the major forces.

Everyone knows that Yan Wushen and Zhang Ruochen are the top heroes in this era, and they must have a peak contest.

May be divided between victory and defeat, or life and death.

This time they met, it seemed intriguing.

At the same time, a wonderful battle broke out on top of the ten tribal night banquets hosted by the Huangtian tribe.

The Emperor Yu confronted the Baitian Realm of the Jingtian clan with a "stronger", and defeated him with severe means, breaking his right arm, and shamelessly.

Some people suspect that the Emperor Yu has not only achieved the great consummation of the Baiyun Realm, but has also cultivated the third grade sage.

Otherwise, more listening to the sea could not defeat so badly, there is almost no force to fight back.

At this point, the position of the first strong of the undead blood tribe has become the battle of the three greats of Sword Prison Emperor, Fenghou and Yu Emperor.

The news broke, ten monks shook.

The strength of the undead tribe officially broke into the forefront among the ten.

However, what puzzled many monks is that Emperor Yu's powerful practice was not the leader of the Blood Tribe. In this way, Zhang Ruochen, who had made an appointment in the temple, also attracted greater attention.

Over the night, the clouds are surging, showing six different colors.

That's the light of the six-colored star fog of the universe forest.

"Boom."

With a deafening thunder, the sky dropped six colored rain, ticked, and fell on the eaves tiles, like a bead curtain, like tears in the sky.

Prajna stood in the long pavilion, with white clothes like snow, and Usi long hair swaying in the wind. She stretched out a hand as long as a jade, followed by raindrops, but looked at the direction of Jiayin District.

Beside her, there was a slender figure of a fire figure. If you stare carefully, you will see that it is a woman.

She, named Huo Mei Yin Ji, belongs to the dead.

"You take Zhang Ruochen too much, don't you?" Fire Charm Yin Ji showed a puzzled and disdainful look.

Prajna ’s eyes were silent, saying: "I do n’t value him, but the Yan Luo people value him. Why can we despise the opponents that the Yan Luo people take so seriously? If the wind supports him, we will have to guard against it. . "

"Da da."

Wujiang held a green paper umbrella and came over. Under the light, a long shadow was thrown on the ground, saying: "Whether Zhang Ruochen can get out of the temple is still unknown."

Fire Charm Yin Ji stared at him, seeing that handsome face, a different kind of expression appeared in his eyes, saying: "I heard that Yan Wushen has embarked on a path of cultivation of the Buddha. The ancient relic, borrowed the bright lamp of the ten thousand Buddha Buddha, to sculpt the body to the extreme, which is called a half-Buddha body. Zhang Ruochen wants to walk out of the temple without surviving.

"The rain is too urgent and the wind is too cold, let's go back first! Zhang Ruochen does not pose any threat before breaking the first shackle."

Wu Jiang crossed Fire Charm Yin Ji, walked to Prajna's side, propped up the umbrella, blocked the wind that came in diagonally, and also covered the rain falling into the palm of Prajna. Prajna could not help frowning, and the pupils appeared deep A trace of discomfort.

At this moment, a shadow appeared in the rain, kneeling on one knee, and said, "Our Lord His Royal Highness, and Ruochen Chen walked out of the temple."

In the sparkling, white face of Prajna's eyes, a beautiful smile appeared again, saying: "In his own home, Yan Wushen couldn't keep Zhang Ruochen. The two of them In a confrontation, Zhang Ruochen had already won. One Yuhuang, plus another Zhang Ruochen, this time the Blood Tribe was really interesting, with surprises everywhere. "

In Wu Jiang's eyes, a cold mang appeared, saying, "I'll go to him for a while."

The voice had not yet fallen, and his figure had disappeared into the long pavilion.

Fire Charm Yin Ji's hand, holding the green paper umbrella that Wu Jiang had just held, said, "Fighting is prohibited in the Cold Pages. Isn't he afraid of breaking the rules?"

"You don't have to worry, they all know how to fight within the rules."

Prajna's hand is still spread out in the rain, feeling the coldness of the raindrops, and the palm looks colorful, like a splash of ink.

The raindrops began in the sky, and finally her hands walked for a lifetime.

This is the fate of its life!

"they?"

Fire charm Yin Ji's face, a look of surprise appeared.

The word "them" can never represent Wu Jiang and Zhang Ruochen. Is there any other force that is also prepared to take action against Zhang Ruochen?

...

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Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen drank three glasses before they got up and left.

From the space trap, the Blood Weeping Great Saint was dragged out, and Zhang Ruochen stepped out of the temple without a step. All of his body was flamed, exuding floral and wine fragrance, his hair was red-gold, and his feet made a "squeak" sound.

As soon as he walked out of the temple, a strange flower grew on the ground in the garden, and even the sky had petals flying.

The monks guarding the templeless temple drew back, one after another.

The heart of Blood Weeping was depressed and curious at the same time. Did Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen fight out? Who wins or loses?

He wanted to ask, but when he saw Zhang Ruochen's condition was very wrong, he restrained.

"Back to Hanhai Manor."

Entering Jiulongyu, Zhang Ruochen commanded this.

With the sound of the long whistle of Kowloon, the car rushed out of Hanpage and was driving on the street.

In the middle of the night, Xi Xi had already come down from the bed, wearing a purple dress, with a waist like a willow, hair flowing like clouds, Qiongbi sniffed gently, looking at Zhang Ruochen's seemingly painful look, saying: "You drink Got a strong wine? "

"Twelve flowers bloom."

Zhang Ruochen crossed his hands and went all out to run the Nine Heavens Ming Emperor's Classics.

Although Yan Wushen was testing his depth, but the twelve flowers blooming are indeed rare and rare. It has an extraordinary effect on tempering the body and breaking the shackles.

Yan Wushen was able to take out this wine and taste it with Zhang Ruochen, which shows that he is by no means a stingy man.

It is not necessarily a bad thing for Chi Kunlun to stay by his side.

Xi Xi frowned and said, "You know that there are huge hidden dangers in your body. Whether it is a million times more masculinity, or the **** legs, the three dragons, and the three elephants, they will eat you back. How dare you swallow Drinking flame wine? "

"Are you concerned about me?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Xi Xi said: "I'm just afraid of you and come to torture me again. Or, you will die back to death, and I will lose a best place to live in the **** world."

Zhang Ruochen stared at her with a strange look and said, "It seems that you have already thought very clearly and understand your situation. This is a good thing."

"I just hope you can promise that if you go to the battlefield of merit in the future, you can let me go." Xi Xi said.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Do you still want to go back to heaven? Can you go back?"

"You don't need to worry about it! As long as you promise me, I promise you that in the **** world, I will definitely listen to you and be your most obedient maid." Xi Xi said.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and said, "Okay! A woman who is absent from me is useless to keep it. Whenever you want to leave, I will complete you."

Being able to get Zhang Ruochen's promise, Xi Xi completely relieved his heart, seeing that his whole body seemed to be boiling, and asked, "How can I help you?"

"Depending on your cultivation, how can you help me?" Zhang Ruochen asked in return.

Xi Xi showed a hesitant tenderness, approaching the past, and was about to act, but Zhang Ruochen pushed her away, saying: "I have twelve flowers blooming. I have to rely on my body to slowly digest and use its strength , Melt the shackles in your body. I write down your thoughts! "

"Wow."

The Blood Weeping Dasheng sat outside the car and watched the empty street, a strong doubt came to his mind, and he was vigilant.

In the **** world, there is actually no difference between day and night. Even if it is raining, it should not be so quiet.

Suddenly, Jiulongyu stopped.

Xi Xi's jade hand, drove the curtain, and asked, "What's going on ..."

She was surprised to find that the blood-weeping sage who had broken the seventy-two yoke didn't sit in the car at all, but disappeared silently. A layer of pink mist appeared on the street ahead.

With strong mental power, she can feel the space in the pink mist, stretching.

The fog was getting thicker and denser, and it swept over Jiulong, engulfing the surrounding buildings and streets.

In the end, Xi Xi's vision turned completely pink.

An uneasy mood rose in her mind.

In the fog, a joke of laughter rang out: "The shadowless fairy on" The Nine Immortals in the Heavens "actually came to **** and became the servant of Zhang Ruochen. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?

In the pink mist, a frame appeared out of thin air, only ten feet away from Jiulongyu. The driver was a human skeleton, only his face was flesh and blood.

The laughter just came from the frame.

Xi Xi's eyes stared at the skeleton coachman, taking a breath.

The coachman's intact face was exactly the same as the Blood Weeping Dasheng.

Was it just at that moment that the **** crying saint had been silently killed by the other side and turned into a skeleton?

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and released his mental power.

However, as soon as the mental power came into contact with the pink mist, it was eroded, and it was impossible to detect the truth and reality of the other party.

At this moment, a ghostly mist appeared behind the Jiulongyu, a black frame stopped there. In the car, a hearty laughter was issued: "Do you feel humiliated as Zhang Ruochen's servant? The matter of Fairy Shadowless has nothing to do with you, so leave quickly."

The three frames stopped in a straight line, and the Jiulongyu was blocked in the middle.

Xi Xi knew very well that if he left Zhang Ruochen, he would only become a prisoner of the next **** monk. At that time, the situation would be more difficult than it is now.

"Who the **** are you? Don't you know, Hanban City prohibits fighting and killing?" Xi Xi said.

Zhang Ruochen sat in the car and said: "The two of them came, but they are quite extraordinary. One is one of the three candidate goddesses of the Temple of Destiny, the bright red saint. The other is the seventh son of the ghost master, alas, both are hundred The top ten exist among the great perfections. "

Xi Xi's face turned pale instantly.

She had known for a long time that Zhang Ruochen was everywhere in the **** world. However, two such terrible enemies came at once, but it was unexpected.

How to break the game next?

Since the other party killed the Blood Weeping Great Saint, it also shows that it is not as simple as temptation and intimidation.

Blocked in the front frame, the voice of Yanhong Dasheng sounded, "Covered by my mist and lost the sense of mental power, but also the identity of the saint is immediately identified. Zhang Ruochen seems that during this time, you At Hanhai Manor, it's not just as simple as flipping clouds and rain with Fairy Fairy. "

In the rear frame, shouted, "You have never seen me, but you can recognize me. How did you do that?"

"Because you have always been the enemies that I value very much, and I know everything about you."

When Zhang Ruochen said this, he read a word in his mouth: "Broken."

The net extinction fire erupted from the Jiulongyu, spreading like white clouds, burning the pink haze continuously and disappearing, breaking the illusion.

The appearance of the skeleton coachman is no longer the appearance of the Blood Weeping Great Saint, but he is wearing a bucket hat ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ can't see his looks clearly.

"It turned out to be all hallucinations. The bright red saint, the purpose of doing this must be to make us scared." Xi Xi secretly relieved.

At this moment, the real Blood Weeping Great Saint was entangled with pink silk misty silk threads, as if wrapped in a blood cocoon, how could it not escape.

If Yanhong Dasheng really dared to kill the Blood Weeping Dasheng in the cold pages of the city, he would definitely anger the Blood Desolation God, and the Temple of Destiny would not be able to keep her.

As the net annihilation fire burned away, the pink mist thread spread, and the Blood Weeping Dasheng escaped from the trap and quickly retreated to the side of Jiulongyu.

His heart was extremely depressed.

I thought that after breaking the 72 shackles, I have been promoted to the top masters of Baijing Realm. However, I did not expect that it was just to accompany Zhang Ruochen to a banquet and suffered two blows.

The gap between Baiyuejing and the strong one is so great.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The wheels of the two front and rear frames slowly turned toward the Jiulongyu.

Every time you move forward, the space is compressed.

The space in the front and back directions seems to be transformed into two invisible walls. As the time passes, the Jiulongya is pressed so that it cannot move, and the stone slabs on the street are all cracked.

"Well."

Nine beeps, the nine Dragon Souls that pulled the car, could not bear the space squeeze, burst and opened, and retracted into the interior of the car.

However, the Blood Weeping Great Saint and Xi Xi couldn't stay out. They could only rely on their own cultivation, hard to carry space squeeze to bring impact.

After re-casting, Jiulongyu was very close to the sacred artifact of the king. However, when the front and rear two frames were moving within ten feet, the cheongyu made a "squeak" sound, and cracks appeared in some places .

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