The strange mark on Yan Wushen's forehead exudes extremely dark light, so that the Buddha's energy and rules in this heaven and earth are continuously flowing to him.

At the same time, nearly forty billion Taoist rules in his body poured out to build a concrete **** world.

The dark wind hunted, all ghosts wept.

In hell, there is a **** day, there are tens of millions of tombstones, there are **** coffins floating, there are march of bones ...

At the beginning, in Luoshui, when Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen confronted each other for the first time, they were forced to sacrifice the sundial to resolve this powerful blow.

Today, Yan Wushen's practice is better than I didn't know how many times, and it has evolved into "Yan Luo Hell" again. The formation of the **** world caused a certain degree of oppression to Zhang Ruochen.

"He actually has cultivated four billion sacred rules, which is 400 million more than me." Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised, wondering what happened to Yan Wushen's chance, and how he made such a great improvement .

"An infernal Yan Luo, he can't suppress me."

Ahead, there was a long howling.

Shadow Dan sword, like Bai Hong Guanri, flew up into the sky, and hedled with the world of hell.

One sword, divided into eight swords, and then divided into sixty-four swords, derived from 512 swords ...

Finally, Wan Jian flies.

"If I'm in the heyday, I only need one sword to break his Yan Luo hell."

Without the mobilization of all powers, Yan Luo **** was torn apart with a thousand swords and turned into a horrible mist of ghosts. At the same time, he vomited blood and suffered backlash from various forces in his body.

"Well."

The sword of space struck by Zhang Ruochen, the thirty-six swords in one, hit the missing chest.

The missing hands were pinched into sword fingers, manipulating Wanjian to block his chest, and the dense light of the sword was like the sparkling water surface, which violently collided with the sword of space.

"Well."

Wan Jian is broken.

The Sword of Space broke through the missing chest with the destructive power and flew out of his back.

The impact force carried on the sword body carried the missing body backwards and flew out, hitting a golden mountain body, and smashing a deep pit on the cliff wall.

Without giving him time to breathe, Zhang Ruochen soared to the sky above the golden mountain body, and his left foot broke out with shocking divine power, and he stepped on it.

The golden mountain, more than 3,000 meters high, has a tight geological structure and is more stable than a mountain made of gold.

"Boom."

The body of the mountain was stunned, sinking down, and a lot of mud and rocks melted.

After a few moments, the golden mountains disappeared, leaving only a magical fire field and a golden lava lake below.

Ten wings spread on Zhang Ruochen's back to control the balance of the body. The spiritual force tightly locked the missing breath fluctuations. He secretly mobilized the holy air and injected purple gold gourds to urge the Supreme Inscription.

Yan Wushen rushed to the vicinity, his eyes were stunned, and the power of Zhang Ruochen's stunned god's legs was shocked for a moment.

The strange imprint of the position of his eyebrows flashed the extremely dark light again, I wonder if he wanted to spur Yan Luo **** again, or wanted to call out Nai He Bridge.

Zhang Ruochen's Yu Guang glanced at Yan Wushen, and he was secretly alert.

"Wow!"

The lack turned into a black beam, breaking through the golden lava and flying into the air.

The injuries on his body became more serious, his skin covered and burnt by the flames. Where is the heroic position of the first person in the Baijujing Great Success List?

Missing eyes, thrown at Zhang Ruochen, waved his right hand.

"Zhang Ruochen, Emperor Shengyi Dan gives you."

A group of bright brilliance flew to Zhang Ruochen's body at a very fast speed.

Zhang Ruochen was worried about fraud, and used the space power contained in the real space of space to resolve the impact of the light and mist, making it stop in front of him slowly.

A closer look, in the mist of fog, it really is Emperor Pinyi Dan.

Although feeling very excited, but Zhang Ruochen did not lose his mind and soon understood.

This is a trick to slow down the army, and it is also a trick.

It is clear that Emperor Shengyi Dan is now a hot potato, which is the most fundamental reason for his siege.

Even if he subdues the imperial divine spirit Dan at this moment, the final result may be captured by the Yan Luo tribe, thrown into the Dan furnace, and reconstituted into elixir.

The hidden stars of the Yanluo tribe were a wonderful strategy.

Unfortunately, the practice of Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen far exceeded his estimates, becoming the two biggest variables that he lost today.

At this point in time, the Emperor Sin Yidan must be unable to keep it, and can only be sent out.

This person can only be Zhang Ruochen.

Because, even if Zhang Ruochen got the Emperor's Sage Yidan, he would never immediately refine it, but would save it and impact the single Sanpin Sage.

"Put it on you for a while, and when my wound is healed, I'll get it back with my own hands," thought the missing heart.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen knew that once he caught Dipin Sage Yidan, he would be besieged by many parties, and he would end up as before. However, he still held out his hand resolutely and took away the Emperor Pinyi Dan.

"The path of the Cause I am going to take is too difficult now.

Zhang Ruochen got the Emperor Sin Yidan, but he didn't think about it. He broke out at the fastest speed and rushed towards the exit of this world.

Ahead.

In the air, a few light spots scattered.

The light dots were nine-colored, forming a small vortex.

In the nine-colored vortex, a blood-red sword flew out, dragging a tens-meter-long tail and crashing into Zhang Ruochen's heart.

"Asura sword!"

Zhang Ruochen's pupils shrank deeply. There were both accidents and vibrations in his heart.

Who is urging Asura sword?

Is it sword spirit or greedy baby?

Not to mention Zhang Ruochen, even Yan Wushen and Que were shocked.

The speed and power of the Asura sword burst out to the extreme, and the timing of the timing was very precise.

The attack with a single sword contained the mysterious sword's meaning, and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen's weakest point of defense.

Just sword spirit, how could it be done?

At this critical moment, no method was too late to use, but Zhang Ruochen exhibited three tricks in a row to resolve the crisis of death.

The first trick is to use the power of the real space of space to instantly display the frozen space.

The second trick, the body quickly shrinks.

In the third move, the ten wings on the back were bent, wrapping the body into a marble-sized golden ball.

With the strength of the Golden Wing and the power of the bloodstains of the first ancestors, this trick has been tried and tested in the face of an unpredictable crisis.

"Oh!"

Asura's sword is like breaking through a layer of paper, penetrating frozen space, and hitting a golden ball with the tip of a sword, it is astoundingly accurate.

On the golden orb, the blood was densely packed and turned into a ray of golden light and flew out.

The golden sphere hit the ground and stirred up a thick layer of dust.

In the dust, Zhang Ruochen's figure reappeared, all ten gold wings on his back were penetrated, and golden blood flowed out. There was also a blood hole in his back, with the gas of killing, invading his body.

While mobilizing the killing energy of the net extinction fire and refining the killing gas, at the same time, he released his mental strength and was alert to the lack of, Yan Wushen, and Asura sword.

There was a bitter smile on Zhang Ruochen's face, and some of them understood the lack of the previous situation and were besieged by a group of geniuses who were so strong that they were abnormal. There was indeed tremendous pressure.

What's more important is that this group of perverted geniuses will never die.

Like the greedy baby, it seems to survive the mortal attack.

Strands of light and mist of nine colors and eighteen colors rushed out of Asura's sword, condensing into the shape of a greedy baby.

The greedy baby, standing barefoot on the sword, said, "Don't look at me with such a strange look. If you want to kill me, you are still not qualified."

"Have you swallowed the sword spirit, united with the Asura sword, and the human sword?" Yan Wushen laughed thoughtfully.

The greedy infant gave him a cold glance, and said, "You don't understand how great Asura sword is, but after it was recast, it couldn't give birth to the sword spirit, so it stayed at the level of the Supreme Holy Artifact. Failed to go further. "

"I climbed Mount Ashura and became its sword spirit, so I could take it away."

"In the future, I and it will set foot on the top of the gods and artifacts."

"Lack, you want to give birth to an artifact, why don't I want to give birth to an artifact?"

The greedy baby is not a human being, nor is it any living or dead soul, but a killing spirit that was born on the ancient battlefield.

As such, he can become the sword spirit of Asura sword.

Killing spirit and sword spirit can exist at the same time.

There is a slight disdain in the lack of eyes, and the corners of the eyes are upward, saying, "We are different. My future has infinite possibilities. And your future must be bound by the Asura sword. When you decide to take control of the Asura sword, it becomes its sword At the time of the spirit, the so-called cosmic fetus was dead! "

On Asura's sword, the killing light was flowing endlessly, showing how fierce the mood of the greedy baby was at this moment.

Just when the greedy baby wanted to urge Asura to attack the lack, a loud laugh came from the direction of the exit of the golden world: "Why is your battle not over yet? It seems I'm early It's up! "

Yan Huangtu was carrying his hands, striding forward, and his body was full of dragons.

The eight sons of life and death, lined up behind Yan Huangtu. The Yan Luo Qi on the eight people is entangled with each other and complements each other, and the power fluctuations erupting are much stronger than Yan Huangtu.

Zhang Ruochen's face did not change, but his eyes looked toward the exit of the golden world, and his eyes shone with a deep light.

Yan Huangtu glanced over from lack, greedy baby, and Zhang Ruochen, with a smile on his face, and everything was planned.

"All three seem to have suffered minor injuries. In whose hands is Emperor Pinyi Shengdan, hand it over immediately!" Yan Huangtu had a strong tone and sharp eyes.

Without waiting for the other three to speak, Zhang Ruochen pointed to Yan Wushen and said, "The emperor's holy spirit Dan has been taken away by Yan Wushen."

"Yes, I handed it to him." Missing.

The greedy baby standing on Ashura's sword clearly saw the situation clearly, saying rather indifferently: "Yan Wushen practiced too fast. Even this seat underestimated him. He did not expect that he became the last one. Winner. In my opinion, Yan Huangtu, you are no longer his opponent, he is the first strongman of the Yan Luo tribe. "

All three knew that to break the situation of the Yanluo family, they could only divide them.

They are all extremely talented. If they do n’t believe it, Yan Huangtu is not jealous of Yan Wushen's talent? Don't care about being transcended by Yan Wushen?

Even if he wasn't jealous, he didn't care, there was much discussion among the monks of the Yan Luo tribe.

Besides, Yan Huangtu really doesn't want Emperor Sage Yidan?

Swallowed Emperor Sage Yidan, saying that it is not necessary, can surpass Yan Wushen, and secure the position of the first person in the Yanluo era. This temptation is not for everyone.

Yan Huangtu's eyes stared at each of the four, at least, there were no flaws in Zhang Ruochen, Que, and greedy baby. Finally, his eyes fell on Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen stared deeply at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Test the will of the monks of the Yanluo tribe with a divine imperial sage, you are probably wrong."

"Brotherless, what does this mean?" Zhang Ruochen said curiously.

Yan Wushen's chest was undulating for a moment, apparently, Zhang Ruochen was not expected to be shameless, and he could do so absolutely.

He stared at Yan Huangtu and the eighth son of life and death, and said, "Emperor's Sage Yidan is on Zhang Ruochen. Forget it, we must kill all three of them whether they are on him or not. They all suffered severe injuries, no A better opportunity than this. "

One of the eight sons of life and death looks like a scribe, in a puzzled tone, saying, "Why kill them all?"

"Yeah! Kill them, what if you can't find Emperor Shengyi Dan?" Said the other eight children.

Yan Wushen's eyelids contracted, and said, "What do you mean, do you really doubt that Emperor Shengyi Dan is on me? Even if Emperor Shengyi Dan is really on me, are you qualified to swallow it?"

Yan Huangtu's eyes turned cold, and he stared at the two who just said, saying: "The divine goodness Dan should have been entrusted to a godless swallow. If it was really on him, how could he lie? You two should stop talking nonsense. Let outsiders read the joke. "

Yan Huangtu's remarks seemed to be reprimanding the two great consecrations of Bai Dijing, but Yan Wushen heard another meaning and sank slightly.

Maybe Yan Huangtu didn't care about the title of the first master of the Yanluo family, but if he was called too much, he would care.

Maybe Yan Huangtu was not jealous of Yan Wushen's talent before. However, people often use it for comparison, and there will always be psychological changes.

"I took the chance of my own family star. Will it have caused his dissatisfaction?"

Yan Wushen's thought flashed through ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Then, he laughed loudly: "Still my cousin understands me, and today, I have to leave all three of them. Zhang Ruochen handed it to me, and Two of you. "

As soon as the words fell, Yan Wushen folded his hands together, exuding two lights of extreme light and darkness. The mighty mixed Yuan Hell Yan Luoqi poured out from the soles of the feet and turned into a sea of ​​light and darkness.

"On the bridge of Mo Nai He, the other side blooms."

"Booming."

The air was rolling, the space was shaking, and the whole world was shaking violently.

An ancient stone bridge rushed out of Yan Wushen's brows.

The stone bridge only showed a length of hundreds of feet long, and it suppressed the space of thousands of miles. On the bridge, secret lines revived, forming chains that resemble Dao locks, all falling on Zhang Ruochen's body.

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Today is the last day of the event.