The hunting battlefield is vast, and the six-colored stars and mists are gorgeously distributed.

"Wow"

In a thick red mist like plasma, an old man of the angel tribe stood on a cosmic rock over 200 meters long, his pupils flowed with the sage and looked into the distance.

He was very old, with dense wrinkles on his face, and was rather stupid. The angel's wings on his back were torn, and apparently suffered a lot in the **** world.

This is the only way to return to the stars of the undead blood tribe.

Far away, a golden light spot appeared in this starry sky.

Be alone.

His figure radiates golden light and walks in the void. With each step, he can jump a considerable distance. It is Zhang Ruochen, who is looking for the Emperor Yu, and is ready to return to the star of the undead blood tribe.

This old angel tribe is called Ci Haikong.

He turned and rushed into the red star mist, and said to the Hidden God, "Zhang Ruochen that traitor is here!"

In the red star fog, a great saint used his holy blood to depict the inscription of the formation law, which can cover their breath.

Including the angel tribe, the sea and the sky, a total of twelve Baiyujingtian slaves gathered in the red star fog, a demon-like saint who looks like a lizard, a bald man with a beard, and a person growing in a vortex of water. Plant life ...

When they heard the name of "Zhang Ruochen", they all released a strong murderous one by one.

The plant life growing in the whirlpool of water released a few light spots all over his body, turning into an old man with white hair.

Her eyes were stunned, and she said, "Zhang Ruochen, who was originally a world-famous man who spent countless resources to cultivate, has taken the initiative in hell. Such a huge tragedy must be done with thousands of swords."

The second sea and airway said: "Although Zhang Ruochen escaped from the stars of the ghost clan, his blood was stained and he should have suffered serious injuries. Today is a great time to get rid of evil."

A dwarf with skinny bones sitting on a crystal-clear rock in the mist, and said, "In the holy prison, I heard that Zhang Ruochen slaughtered a large number of young Tianjiao in the paradise of Kunlun. Only in this way is he eligible to join the **** community. "

"I have been detained in the **** world for 600 years. I must kill a valuable **** monk and return to heaven to be re-valued. Zhang Ruochen is the best candidate."

This dwarf, named Weaving Injury, was the only saint in the 100 Great Realm who was present.

Surprisingly, there is actually a soldier in his hand.

It was a silver axe. The axe was a little taller than his body. On the axe, there was a sun pattern on one side and a moon pattern on the other side. There were king-level inscriptions flowing on the axe.

This three-element monarch's holy weapon axe was a weapon that was weaved and killed a stone holy man.

Zhai Haikong sneered: "We have so many holy gods gathered together, it is strange that we can't kill Zhang Ruochen, now we ..."

"Boom."

A crackling sounded.

The space covered by the holy blood line was subjected to unknown attacks and shuddered.

"Everyone is here. Does it make sense to hide your head?"

Zhang Ruochen's voice turned into sonic ripples, passed through the lines of Holy Blood, and passed into their ears.

The complexions of the twelve saints of Bai Di Jing have all changed.

The dwarf weaved with injuries suddenly stood up, shot out with holy light, and the axe in his hand released a dazzling silver awn.

"No, Zhang Ruochen actually attacked. How did he know that we were hiding here?"

Ji Haikong's eyes were dignified, showing the color of guilt, saying: "It should be when I observed him just now that he was aware of it. This son's perception and mental power should be terrible."

"boom!"

Outside, attack again.

There was a tremor in the space, and a large number of holy blood lines became dim.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply, like a melting pot.

The twelve Great Sacred Gods of Baiyi Realm were horrified. One of them found that there were a bunch of white net annihilation fires, burning through the inscriptions of the array, and drifting into the array.

"The Emperor Yanjing completely destroyed the fire."

A bearded man with a beard on his face, his right arm was stained with the annihilation fire, his sleeves immediately burned, and the Dasheng skin, which was ten thousand times stronger than black iron, was burnt red, and seemed to melt.

It is also Emperor Flame. The higher the monk's realm, the more the rules of the fire path are incorporated, and the greater the power of the flame.

Nowadays, Zhang Ruochen's net extermination fire has the terrible power of purifying and killing the Great Saint of the Baizhang Realm.

Ten golden wings spread out on Zhang Ruochen's back, suspended above the red star fog, releasing a steady stream of net extinction fire, completely covering the red star fog with a diameter of three hundred miles below, and turning it into a sea of ​​white fire.

The stability of the entire sky is rising sharply.

"Zhang Ruochen wanted to kill all of us here and immediately broke through and went out to fight him."

The white-haired old man shouted, and the white hairs stood upside down and turned into white jade-like vines. They meandered and grew rapidly, passed through the flame layer of the net extinction fire, and hit Zhang Ruochen, which was suspended in the sky.

Although she is a plant life, she is afraid of flames, but because she cultivates in a realm high enough to resist the incineration of the net annihilation fire in a short time.

"Netherwind Vine."

Zhang Ruochen said a softly, and ignored the white vines that rushed in. However, the sage of food rushed out from his back, turned into wisteria wrapped by lightning, and spread down.

"Master, this spirit wind rattan belongs to me!"

The enchanting figure of the magic sound came out from behind Zhang Ruochen. The jade // legs were long, the waist was soft, the chest was black lace, and the white skin was looming.

Hundreds of lightning wisteria flew out of the five snow onion fingers in her right hand.

Two waves of vines, one on top of the other, touched each other.

Lightning and hurricane hit.

"Well."

The white Lingfeng rattan didn't last long, and was split into black smoke by lightning.

The sage of food has devoured too many arrogant figures, and there is a demi-god body of Zhang Ruochen, who has cultivated himself, and has obtained infinite benefits. Now Daoguo is mature, and its combat power is enough to contend with the strong at the top level of Baicheng Realm.

Divine Lingfeng rattan, is it its opponent?

"It's the holy flower!"

The white-haired old lady was injured by lightning and a dull sound came from her mouth.

Suddenly, something was felt, she looked up. I saw the hundreds of lightning wisteria that eat the holy flower, like the rain, through the flames of the net extinction fire, wrapping and entwining her body.

"not good."

Before the white-haired old lady had time to dodge, she was penetrated by the flowers and bones at the top of the wisteria thunderbolt and penetrated the immortal body.

In an instant, thousands of electric lights split on her.

"what……"

The white-haired old woman's mouth made a scream and almost fainted.

At the moment when the lightning wisteria rushed into the flame layer of the net extinction fire, the other eleven priests of the Baijing Realm step backwards instinctively.

After seeing the encounter of the old white-haired old woman, they were trying to rescue, but the wisteria of lightning was dragging the body of the old white-haired old woman, and instantly flew out of the space where the holy blood line was.

"chase!"

The angelic wing on the back of the sea and sky spread out into a white light, soaring into the sky.

"Slam."

A thunderbolt wisteria with a diameter of one meter, like a whip, was pulled out from the top of the flame layer of net extinction fire, hit the body of the second sea and air, beat him with blood, and fell back.

The remaining ten saints of Bai Di Jing became even more ugly.

Even if Zhang Ruochen was injured, it seemed to be very powerful, and there was a helper, Shi Shenghua.

In a short time, the spirit wind vine of Baixu Realm can be captured, and Zhang Ruochen's combat power of the holy flower is at least a level of great consummation.

The battle today is not as easy as they thought.

"The Holy Blood Formation can still hold up to ten breathing times, can't sit still, shoot together and kill."

The dwarf weaves his hands, grabs the silver tomahawk, and mobilizes the holy spirit in his body, pouring it into the axe.

The silver light blooming from the silver tomahawk is even more eye-catching, and each light is like a sharp blade that can kill the monks in the holy realm.

"Break me."

The silver tomahawk split upwards, forming a huge axe of a hundred miles long, dividing the red star mist into two, tearing the fiery flame layer of the net annihilation fire to tear a crack.

The axe shadow seems to have the power to break the ground, and slashes straight towards Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen, who was manipulating the net extinguishing fire, just stared at the axe shadow and closed his eyes.

"Wow."

Tens of millions of rules of space flew from the center of the eyebrows, freezing the space in front of them into a space shield with a thickness of 1,000 kilometers.

The axe split on the shield of space, crushing the frozen space layer by layer, sinking more than 500 meters deep.

"The strength is too weak to hurt me enough." Zhang Ruochen said indifferently.

The dwarf yelled, two stout arms released red brilliance, and the power became more powerful. With a bang, it shattered all the shields that were thousands of meters thick.

Seeing the axe shadow was about to fall on the top of Zhang Ruochen's head, two space cracks flew out of Zhang Ruochen's pupils, directly cut the axe into three sections, and then dissipated in the void.

With Zhang Ruochen's current practice, he can exert his space power as he wants.

"How could it be so powerful?"

The dwarf is weird to feel incredible, isn't that Zhang Ruochen's breakthrough to the Great Holy Realm in the last year?

Even if he can fight across borders, he won't be able to reach the level of Qianwen?

The information in Tiannu's hands is quite lagging behind, and Zhang Ruochen's progress is too fast. Not only were the dwarves weaving wounds, other **** slaves were all stunned.

At the other end, after the white-haired old owl was dragged out of the net extinction fire flame layer by the lightning vine, it was transformed into a prototype and turned into a white spirit wind rattan.

It didn't take long for the magic sound to use hundreds of lightning vines to absorb all the spirit wind vines.

"Master, my injury is healed! Next, play with them well." Crispy and soft voice spit out from the magic sound, with a charming smile on his face.

When 洫 Shi Zhan's instant light blew up, the magic sound also suffered minor injuries.

Now that his injuries have healed, his combat effectiveness has risen to a new level.

"Slap! Slap! Slap ..."

The magic sound controlled hundreds of lightning wisterias, covering three hundred miles, and all the slaves who wanted to rush out of the net annihilation, flew back and no one could escape.

All the **** slaves trapped in the net destruction of God's fire, all regretted it.

Why did we gather together before?

It's all self-binding.

Nowadays, even if you want to escape, it becomes a very difficult task.

The flame layer of the net extinction fire quickly shrinks and squeezes the space of God's slavery, which also allows the flame to be more condensed.

The queen of the dead tribe, who was transformed into the holy king of the elves, showed his figure in a white star mist about five hundred miles away from Zhang Ruochen, and said in amazement: "Zhang Ruochen is really cruel and ruthless. They have no pity, but want to put them all to death. "

At this moment, I am afraid that there is no monk, and dare to say that Zhang Ruochen has a connection with heaven.

I don't know if the God of Realm's eyes deliberately aimed at Zhang Ruochen, and quickly projected the picture here to all parts of the **** world and the battlefield of merit, which caused another uproar.

The monks who want to slay Zhang Ruochen become more,

"Well."

The range covered by the Net Destroyer Fire was reduced to about 50 meters in diameter. The eleven sacred masters of the Baijing Realm tried their best to break through. Even if the repair of the magic sound was strong, it could not be completely prevented.

The dwarf weaved and rushed out first, flying out of an arc, appearing hundreds of miles away.

Immediately afterwards, he yelled, raised the silver tomahawk with both hands, and slashed at the hundreds of thunder and lightning vines controlled by the magic sound. Only by cutting off these vines and being trapped in the Goddess of Purification can they escape.

At that time, combining the power of the eleven Great Saints of the Baijing Realm with Zhang Ruochen and the sage of flowers, there was a battle.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes, Yu Guang, glanced at the dwarf weaving injury, using only one hand to control the net extinction fire, and the other hand, grabbed the ghost head whip captured from the wing ghost emperor.

"Wow"

The ghost whip looked like a dark black dragon, and flew out, entangled with the tomahawk in the hand of the dwarven weaver.

At the top of the whip, a palace-sized skull protruded out, eyes burning with bone fire, two sharp fangs exposed in his mouth, and a dwarf weave wound into his mouth.

The dwarf weaves a hand-held axe, one hand supports the teeth of the skull, struggling to support it.

Although it is a great saint of great consummation, the blood flow was severely detained during the six hundred years of imprisonment in the holy prison. After entering the Tiantian battlefield, the spiritual power was sealed again, and the combat power was naturally greatly reduced.

Even the Winged Ghost Emperor, who ranked 54th in the Baijingjing Great Success List, is stronger than him.

Su Fei levitated above the white star mist, a scornful smile appeared on his handsome face, saying: "These slaves are really wasteful. More than a dozen sacred gods in Baizhuang Realm together, but they will be Zhang Ruochen It's all over. Alas, it seems that I still have to help them. "

Merge your **** to form a sword tactic, and draw a circle in front of you.

In the center of the circle, a large amount of heaven and earth holy air converges, condensing into a three-foot-long black sword.

The bird fluttered with a palm shot and hit the center of the circle. The black sword flew out like a light shuttle. In a moment, it hit the skull at the top of the ghost whip, and the skull flew away.

The dwarf weaves his wounds to escape from the trap, his arms spin and shake like a windmill, throwing out the silver tomahawk in his hand.

The silver tomahawk is spinning and flying ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ to cut a large piece of lightning wisteria.

"Damn! Who's helping them?" The magic sound took two steps backwards, a pair of charming eyes, became cold, released their mental strength, and looked for the person who had just given the sword.

Zhang Ruochen had a few thoughts in his heart, and seemed much calmer. He took a deep breath, inspiring the ten-thousand-strand pattern of the left leg, and suddenly stepped down.

Since they could not be killed directly, they could only end the battle in another way.

"Stupid legs."

Zhang Ruochen's legs burned with raging flames. In the process of stepping down, a huge flame **** leg was revealed, and his feet covered a full circle.

"Booming."

The net destroying **** of fire cloud group was stepped on by the gods' legs, and the powerful destruction force fell on the bodies of ten sacred slaves, shaking them to all directions.

Three of them were repaired as lower slaves of the Baijing Realm. They could not bear the power of the God's legs, the immortal sacred body was broken, the gods were destroyed, and they died on the spot.