"Do you think that using the same tricks a second time can threaten me?"

Zhang Ruochen stood in the vast starlight of the realm of truth, his pupils shone like stars, his arms raised, and the power of the stars was turned into hundreds of thousands of beams, attacking the gods' eyes that appeared to the border .

Only since the last time he was attacked by 10,000 eyes, Zhang Ruochen is thinking hard to crack the method.

In the end, I still feel that only truth can break the illusion.

The spiritual strength reached level 64, which gave Zhang Ruochen the confidence to crack the mysterious eyes.

The beams of the stars converged toward the border, as if the arrows were passing through the heart.

"He is completely unaffected by the imagination of all eyes? Is the truth of the truth so terrible? It shouldn't be!"

In the eyes of Wujiang, there was a flash of blankness, and it soon became sharp. On the back, a hundred handprints were manifested again, and a hundred handprints of life and death were displayed, which constantly shattered the flying stars.

"Well."

Over the dark stars, the stars became gorgeous and the mist was rising.

In the vast starlight, the immortal King Sheng, whose body was tens of miles long, was manifested, his body was golden, and his head was heavenly. Immediately afterwards, a ghost image appeared on the other side of Zhang Ruochen's body, and he stepped on the corpse hell.

To deal with strong men of this level, Zhang Ruochen directly performed the strongest Holy Art.

"The devil is in prison, the king is not moving, he is one."

Zhang Ruochen put his hands together, raised his head above his head, and for a while, his long hair flew in the wind, and his momentum climbed to the extreme.

"Whoo!"

On the ground, Fang Mofeng and Yan Zhe Ersheng, there were gurgling air flowing around the body. The three of them, like the three-leaf flat boat on the flood-swept sea, floated more and more, and were almost swept away by air waves.

"I thought the world would be astonishing. Only a few people, such as Greedy Baby, Yan Huangtu, and Luo Shengtian, could compete with him for a lifetime. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruochen was also among these strong."

Mo Yan was amazed, ashamed in his heart. Compared with Zhang Ruochen and Wu Jiang, his former genius name was worthless.

Fang Mofeng said: "We hurriedly leave Dark Star No. 3, this level of fighting, we can't step in."

Yan Hanyu nodded and said, "No matter what we say, we owe Zhang Ruochen a big deal."

Previously, if it hadn't been for Zhang Ruochen's timely appearance, she would have suffered the greatest shame of her life, and she would naturally be grateful.

Mo Yan nodded and said, "I owe it to others."

When attacking Zuo Mu Shengjun, Zhang Ruochen could take a shot later, waiting for a better chance.

Before Zuo Mu Shengjun invaded Yan Hanyu, there were more or less ingredients to save her.

Wu Jiang looked at the immutable Ming Wang Shengxiang and the demon ghost in front of him, and finally felt the pressure. He really faced Zhang Ruochen as his opponent and said in a deep voice: "The kingdom of the underworld."

The heavens and the earth changed greatly, and the mighty spirits spread for thousands of miles, manifesting a gloomy underworld **** kingdom. Black palaces, bloodstone city walls, white bone **** mountains ..., all kinds of incredible scenes are presented around the borderless.

"Ancestral God of the Underworld."

Wu Jiang spit a second voice.

Behind him, there was a surging qi.

In the kingdom of God, a huge and incomparable shadow of ancient gods condensed. The shadow of God, sucking the air of heaven and earth, tossing the light of darkness, the great shore is to the extreme, and it is opposed to the King of Fudo Ming.

"war!"

Zhang Ruochen roared, and together with the immortal King Shengxiang, entered the kingdom of the underworld, stepped on the mountain of white bones, and broke the blood stone wall. Wherever he went, the mountains and rivers shattered, and the city was destroyed.

Finally, the immortal King of the Ming Dynasty and the ancestor of the Nether God are together. At this moment, it is not like Zhang Ruochen and Wu Jiang are fighting, it is more like that in the ancient era, the Fudo King and the Nether ancestor were fighting. The starry sky was destroyed.

The power of the Dark Star can resist the reflection of the gods of all realms, and even most gods can hardly perceive what is happening inside.

But all of this is not absolute.

For example, the existence of this level of deity, the spiritual power is unfathomable, how can the power of the dark star block his perception?

The deity statue of the goddess Fulu is as large as a star, reaching three million miles.

The gates of destiny behind him are interwoven with billions of rules of destiny, the light of the gods shines, and contains the mysterious power that is incomprehensible to all souls in the world.

The light of the gate of fate suddenly dim.

Immediately afterwards, the sight of the dark star No. 3 appeared inside the gate of destiny.

God's eyes opened in their respective worlds of gods, looking at the gate of destiny one after another.

Zhang Ruochen, Wu Jie, and Prajna are all leaders of this generation, representing the future of hell, and even the gods are interested in them.

"The blood-clan tribe is incredible. There are even three strong men at the same time, all of which have the top ten strengths of the Baijing Realm." There was a voice of envy from the gods.

"The overall strength of the entire undead blood clan is no less than that of the Shulu clan, and it has the qualification to challenge the Yanluo clan."

"How can the undead blood race challenge the Yan Luo people without the top powerhouse? Although Zhang Ruochen has cultivated the second-class sage, but he is still far behind.

"Not necessarily! I haven't seen Zhang Ruochen's strength against the borderlessness, he has already been regarded as one of the top powerhouses."

"Fighting with Wujiang, Zhang Ruochen was defeated in Chengdu."

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In a world of endless white mist, there is a suspended island deep in the layers of white mist.

An island is worse than a green continent.

On the suspended island, Luo Yan, the head of the first kingdom of the Raksha tribe, sat against the blood-threatening God of the Blood Tribe. Both of them have overflowing with immense divine power, imposing and vigorous, with blood flowing in their bodies, such as a rushing river.

Luo Yan wore a crown of blood ink emperor, wore a thousand-character and thousand-painted amulet, and wore a jade belt around his waist to whip his whip, saying: "Blood must be too deep. The picture is very big. "

"My goal, in fact, is not so big, I just hope that the undead blood tribe can enter the top five among the ten tribes, and the blood heaven tribe can enter the top three among the ten tribes. This situation is also beyond my expectations It can only be said that the juniors are just enough to get angry. "

The God of Blood Extreme said so blandly, but his face was full of expression.

Luo Yan said: "So, you came to my world of Godland, to show off intentionally?"

The God of Blood Extreme shook his head, his tone became more formal, saying: "Actually, there is a major event in this seat, and I want to discuss it with you."

"What's the big deal?" Luo Yan asked.

Shinto: "What do you think of Zhang Ruochen?"

Luo Yan's eyes showed a thoughtful look, saying: "If the capital of heaven is not dead, he will be seated in the thirteen war throne of the immortal temple in the future."

In the **** world, only gods with strong combat effectiveness and excellent combat skills are eligible for the title of "God of War".

There are not many gods with strong fighting power of the undead, but there are only thirteen gods of war, and the quota is constant.

The Blood God of War is the youngest of the 13 Gods of War.

The oldest war **** of the undead blood race, legend has it that he has lived for nearly a million years, is an old antique, and is the head of the thirteen war gods. He has the title of "undead war god".

In terms of combat power, even the patriarch of the undead blood tribe and the owner of the undead shrine must fear him for three points.

However, this undead war **** has not shown up for more than 100,000 years. No one knows where he went or even participated in the **** war in the late Middle Ages.

The only proof that he was still alive was that the sacred fire he had placed in the Temple of Immortality did not go out.

Luo Yan believes that Zhang Ruochen can rank among the thirteen war gods of the undead blood tribe.

Shinto: "You are right, I also feel that Zhang Ruochen's future achievements are unlimited. However, his path is doomed to be full of death and crisis. I have estimated his future, but it is blank. . "

"Are you worried that he has no future and will fall before becoming a god?" Luo Yan said.

The God of Blood Zha nodded, then shook his head, and said, "Maybe the future cannot be estimated. Perhaps the monk Xu Mi has covered the future for him, or he himself has covered the future."

"He himself ... Oh, I see! Either he has no future, or his future is higher than our achievements, so we can't calculate it." Luo Yan said.

A smile appeared on the face of the Blood Zetta, saying: "The future is full of variables, and even fate cannot be completely determined. As long as the power is strong enough, the future can be controlled by yourself."

"So, are you here for him?" Luo Yan said.

The Blood God of Nobility nodded and said: "His future requires him to fight and fight for himself. However, as the most outstanding offspring of my descendants, I must pave the way for his future and let him go a little better some."

"Having your identity as the grandson of the God of Blood Extreme Battle is the widest and widest road, how can you pave the way?" Luo Yan teased.

The blood sacrifice Shinto: "But I also want to cultivate, I can't protect him forever, and his enemies are too many and too powerful. Therefore, we need to use the situation to borrow a situation that can deter the whole **** world. "

"Don't you mean our God Luo Kingdom?"

Luo Yan showed a guarded look, and felt that the Blood God of Battle was calculating him, and wanted to pull him into the pit.

The God of Blood Zha nodded and said, "Couple! If Zhang Ruochen and Tianluo Kingdom are married, in the future, the forces of all parties will naturally stop."

Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the God of Blood and Death did not let Zhang Ruochen worship under his door, accepting Zhang Ruochen as a disciple had too many variables and the future was unpredictable.

Luo Yan smiled lightly: "Marriage is not a big deal. Among the goddess daughters of Tianluo Kingdom, there are a few suitable candidates who have cultivated to the great sacred realm and are definitely worthy of your grandson. You fancy Who?"

The blood of Zhanzhe God looked disdainful, and snorted coldly: "My grandson Gai's talent is even more capable of God of War. How can a normal goddess deserve him? I think Princess Luo Yan ..."

"Wait, who do you say?"

Luo Yan's face sank, his eyes sharp.

Shinto: "Prince Luo Min's talent and intelligence, in this generation of **** world, is called first-class. Only she is worthy of my grandson."

"Blood must, you are too far-reaching. Luo Yan is my daughter. In the future, the Lord of the Kingdom of God Luo Kingdom will not always pass on to her. Do you want to grab someone or marry him?"

Luo Yan was furious and resolutely said, "Don't even think about it. There is no possibility."

God of Blood Battle: "My grandson Zhang Ruochen is not a wizard. As long as I put a word out, believe it or not, the gods of the Shura, Hades, Dead, and even the Yan Luo will bring their own daughters to come and discuss marriage with me. Thing. Why do you think I was the first to find you? "

"In the world of hell, the undead and the Rakshas should be united tightly, because we are all living beings. When one more top-level strong man grows up, our interests, status, and right to speak can be better. Maintenance. "

Luo Yan shook his head and said, "Even you can't predict the future of Zhang Ruochen, why can I bet on the future of my daughter? What's more, if your grandson married my daughter, wouldn't I be one younger than you? Generation? What are you thinking? "

"Who told you that you lived hundreds of thousands of years, and that you are not respected?

"Nonsense, when do I accept the princess every year? Yuner is the only daughter of me and Tianyin. Even if I agree, Tianyin will not agree, and Yuner himself will not agree." Luo Yan said.

"Not necessarily. I think their two juniors are quite destined."

...

One is the Lord of the Kingdom of God, and the other is the clan of the clan.

Gradually, the two men's war intentions climbed, and they were about to fight.

"Although you practice a few more yuan conferences than I do, it doesn't mean that the longer you practice, the stronger you will become. Many older guys, as they get older, their strength continues to decline."

The Blood God of War summoned the war halberd and pointed to Luo Yan.

Luo Yan spit out a terrible evil spirit, Shenmang reflected the entire world of Divine Realm, and said angrily, "This prince is at the height of his heyday, let alone you, even if your undead blood tribe God of War comes together, it is not enough See, one hand destroys all of you. "

"Wow!"

A divine light ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ manifested in the world of divine realm, condensing into a figure of a green woman.

"Tian Yin, don't care about this, blood is too deceiving. Ben Jun will definitely teach him today." Luo Yan said.

The name of the woman in green is Tian Yin. She was the goddess of the **** of fate more than 100,000 years ago.

Tianyin shook her head gently and said, "You two are both true gods who are deterring the heavens and the earth. Why are you hurt because of a trivial matter? In my opinion, you are not qualified to intervene. The junior affairs must be done by them Decide. "

Luo Yan revealed an incomprehensible expression, and said, "Tian Yin, how do you think there is room for discussion in this matter? You should stand by me and firmly oppose the so-called marriage."

"I see a trace of fate, maybe you and I can't oppose it!"

Tianyin sighed, and his tone was full of helplessness.