In the bronze temple, the statues of the dragons stood on the central stage.

In the ancient mirror on the idol's chest, there is a slight spatial fluctuation.

"Wow--"

A light spot flew out of the mirror.

The light spot fell to the ground, turning into Zhang Ruochen's figure.

As soon as the body was manifested, the runes in all directions were activated, forming a sea of ​​flowers in this small space in the temple.

The sea of ​​flowers is colorful and beautiful.

On the ground, colorful. In the air, petals fluttered like rain.

"Oh!"

A petal flew over Zhang Ruochen's cheek.

The petals are sharper than the blade, breaking the sacred air of his body, and breaking the skin defense of the demigod, leaving a shallow blood mark on his face.

A drop of great holy blood flowed from the wound.

"Awesome runes, just a piece of petals, are stronger than the swords that some great saints split with all their strength."

Zhang Ruochen immediately propped up the real space of space, controlled the size of the real space to a diameter of one foot, and formed the strongest defense force.

At the same time, the blood of his blood was pouring out of his pores frantically.

The true realm of space with a diameter of one foot was illuminated by blood, like a huge blood-colored fetus, and the light passed from the bronze temple to the outside of the temple.

...

Sleep in Foshan Yuexia, a dark area.

All five masters of the undead blood race felt the strong Holy Path fluctuations from the top of the mountain, knowing that something must have happened, and their nerves were strained.

Suddenly, in the bronze temple that emits golden light, dazzling blood awns bloomed.

Emperor Omori Luo showed a happy look, and said, "It is the signal of Lord Ruochen. Hurry up and shoot together. The inside and outside should be combined to break the layout of the Yan Luo people."

Seeing the blood shining from the temple, the face of the sword prison emperor and Fenghou showed a look of surprise and surprise, and the evaluation of Zhang Ruochen in his heart went up another step.

Fighting against strong men of the ranks of lack, greed, and Yan Huangtu can even get away, does it mean that Zhang Ruochen already has the fighting power to fight against them in the Chamber?

The more I heard the sea's face changed and changed, my heart was very unpleasant.

Suddenly, he understood that his mind was indeed a lot worse, not as deep and sophisticated as the sword prison emperor, nor as dripping as after the wind, doing things and talking, still too impulsive.

"Shoot and attack the Copper Temple."

When Yue Haihai shouted this sentence, Emperor Omori Luo had pulled the icewood bow and shot an arrow.

"Well."

The Shenmu arrow dragged a light tail more than one hundred meters long and hit an immortal sacred statue outside the copper temple, penetrating its body, leaving a **** hole the size of a basin mouth.

Suddenly wrecked and lost combat power.

The magic sound was as ghostly as possible, boarded the sleeping Foshan Yue, and came to the bottom of the 384-step bronze ladder. A pair of white jade hands pressed to the ground.

"Well."

The ten fingers turned into ten lightning wisteria, rushed up the stairs, and entangled the ten grand saints of the Yanluo tribe.

After a series of screams, the ten grand princes of the Yanluo tribe were all split into coke by lightning.

Ten lightning vines rose into the sky, threw them out, and fell down the mountain.

"An enemy attack!"

"A strong enemy came down from the mountain."

...

Above the bronze ladder, there was chaos.

With all the great saints of the Yan Luo tribe, all their attention was concentrated in the temple. Where did they expect that an enemy would launch an attack from behind?

As the wind, the sword emperor, and the more listening to the sea joined the battle, the 198 sages of the Yan Luo tribe formed a combined battle group, which was quickly defeated, and they could only resist difficult defenses. .

The grand saints of the Yan Luo tribe were all extremely depressed.

If there is no surprise attack, but a direct confrontation, even after the wind, the sword emperor, and the food sacred flower are even more powerful, they will certainly not be able to deal with their combined formation, and cannot be easily attacked as they are now.

...

In the Temple of Destiny, the gods are paying attention to the Dragon Temple.

Unfortunately, they can't get a glimpse into the golden world opened up by the cymbal blue dragon. They don't know what is happening inside, and can only make various speculations and calculations.

Zhang Ruochen took the lead in returning to the Bronze Temple, exceeding the prejudgments of most gods.

"This junior's cultivation, and there is no small promotion, is it possible that he can take a share of the chance of the Yanluo family star?"

"You feel no, Zhang Ruochen's body has the breath of Emperor Pinyi Shengdan."

...

Even if the gods have a deep state of mind and a wide range of insights, they are still wondering at this moment and feel puzzled.

I can't figure it out. How did Zhang Ruochen take the Emperor's Sacred Pill from the lack of hands?

Luo Yan's brow frowned, and a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes, saying: "It's incredible, this kid of the **** family is really very interesting. Obviously, it is possible for him to become impossible."

Tianyin's temperament is gentle and touching, elegantly said: "If Zhang Ruochen can keep Emperor Pinyi Dan and kill the encirclement, then there will be greater change. By that time, the pattern on the battlefield of Qitian will change. . "

"Can you kill the siege and escape from the Yanluo tribe? It is indeed a bigger test." Luo Yan nodded.

There is a Tianluo net in front, followed by a strong enemy.

In Luo Yan's view, even if Zhang Ruochen was doubled in combat power, he would not be easy to break the game. The key is to see if the other great saints of the undead can exert their extraordinary powers.

The gods of the ten major tribes of the undead blood all gathered together to pay close attention to the stars of the Yanluo tribe.

They knew very well whether the undead blood tribe could defeat the Yanluo tribe on the Tiantian battlefield and seize the first place of the ten tribe. This battle played a key role.

"If it is a young god, at this moment, he must have performed a forbidden technique, burned blood, and paralyzed the first layer of the 198 Great Lords of the Yanluo with the most powerful force."

"Then, kill the bronze stairs and break the formations and runes from the outside. Killing a group of formation wizards and runes is like cutting vegetables, not to mention how easy it is."

"You see, those juniors, obviously one by one, are far superior to the Yan Luo tribe, but they are playing softly and without any momentum. If the gods were at their age, they would have been washed with the blood of the Yan Luo tribe. Ground. "

A **** of the Huangtian tribe, looking anxiously, covering his head and chest, he could not wait to kill himself on the battlefield.

This crucial battle is too important for the undead.

"In the temple, there are hundreds of great sacred runes and mages of the Yanluo tribe. Zhang Ruochen will not be able to persist for a long time. If the wind and the sword emperor can not be reached from the outside in time, The mage poses a threat. Today, the undead may be defeated, and the entire army will be destroyed. "An old man of the rank clan, said so.

The **** of the tribe of Huang Tian started to yell again: "Fast burning of holy blood, fast forbidding, fast, fight, turn upside down, what kind of **** is the highest tribe, step on them hard."

The gods of the undead race are rolling their eyes.

Before life and death, who will burn the Holy Blood and fight?

Not everyone is as crazy as you. It is a miracle that a lunatic like you can cultivate to the state of God alive.

"The talent of the sword emperor and the wind is really good, but unfortunately, I do n’t know how to seize the opportunity. Even if I do n’t burn the Holy Blood, I should use the hole cards? At this time, what are you hiding?” The god, clutching his chest, looked painful in the liver.

In fact, the sword prison emperor, the wind queen, the magic sound, including the more listening to the sea, have gone all out to attack and kill upwards.

However, there are too many great saints of the Yanluo tribe. Although they were attacked by a wave, dozens of them were abolished. However, there are still more than one hundred saints. Next, quickly stabilized the battle.

He wore a wide black robe, holding an ebony staff, a beautiful face, and condescendingly said, "Dagger prisoner, dare to break into the Yan Luo tribe's own star, are you here to die?"

The sword prison emperor flew out four Yanluo sages and climbed up several orders. He laughed and said, "A weak man ranked thirteenth, dare to say that the emperor came to die?"

He's face remained the same, his voice was colder: "Okay! Let me see if your knife is as hard as your mouth."

He raised his ebony staff over his head, and read a series of ancient mantras in his mouth.

The black awn emanating from the ebony rod extends like a thin thread to an endless and distant place

"Oh!"

In the darkness, the harsh crow sounded.

The two nine-blooded blood crows, all blood-stained, released a breath comparable to that of Qianwenjie, and attacked the sword prince at the same time.

He is dementing in witchcraft.

Control your soul with dementors.

Although the nine-blooded blood crow's combat power is strong, but wisdom and will are far less than a thousand enlightenment saints, so by virtue of the sixty-fifth-level spiritual power, he can control two.

As the sword prisoner was pinned down by two nine-blooded blood crows, the battle outside the copper temple became more anxious.

...

Yan Zhexian and sixty-one Sage Masters guarded the position of the temple's only exit, the gate of the temple.

Dozens of Da Sheng Zhen Masters sat on the four sides of the Bronze Temple, each of them released their mental power, urging the three Ji Pin Arrays to the extreme. Among them are three mages.

In the temple.

The "Huawu Renjian" rune complements the three large arrays of nine products, and it is suppressed that Zhang Ruochen can only passively defend, and it is difficult to move even one step.

Pieces of petals, like rain, kept flowing to Zhang Ruochen.

Three nine-pin arrays, two of which are offensive arrays, are condensed into eighty-one sacred swords and an array of beasts that reach the peak of Qianwenjing.

Just resisted for a few breaths, Zhang Ruochen's body was already stained with blood, and there were as many as 27 wounds.

Fortunately, the key points were avoided, and the wounds were shallow.

"The Yan Luo people have really lost their blood. Even if I, the greedy baby, and the uninjured are all in their heyday, it is not easy to break the runes and formations in the Copper Temple.

In Zhang Ruochen's view, the danger here can already threaten the life of the sage of a thousand deaths.

I can only hope that the magic sound and the sword prison emperor will be able to attack from the outside as soon as possible.

Breaking from the inside out is obviously much easier.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen didn't fully pin his hopes on others, and his thinking moved quickly, thinking about ways to break the situation.

"Return first."

Zhang Ruochen was planning to rush to the ancient mirror on the chest of the Longzhong bronze statue, but in the ancient mirror, a figure flew out in one step, manifesting itself as Yan Wushen.

"It's even more troublesome now, it's really a misfortune."

Zhang Ruochen turned his thoughts, formed his palm with his five fingers, and attacked Yan Wushen with one palm.

Obviously, Yan Wushen did not expect that the situation in the bronze temple was such a situation.

Immediately excited Jiu Zhang Liu Jin Jin, and Zhang Ruochen slammed together, a powerful force broke out from the palm of the two, shattering a large number of runes.

The petals disappeared.

"Zhang Ruochen, you have no retreat, give me Emperor Sin Yidan, and I will give you a fair chance to fight.

The three confrontations with Zhang Ruochen failed to truly separate the victory and defeat, and it has become the obsession of Yan Wushen.

Failure to break this obsession will affect Yan Wushen's cultivation mood.

Zhang Ruochen didn't answer him, his body was like lightning, and he moved to the right.

Originally chasing the array of beasts behind Zhang Ruochen, he was suddenly imposing and rushed to Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen knew and was calculated by Zhang Ruochen, he had to hold up a pair of golden giant arms and slap to the array beast.

How aggressive the array beast's attack was, even with the power of Yan Wushen, being slammed back and forth, and his body was pressed against the wall of the copper temple.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen threw a drop of dark space-time matter, and then, the body turned into a golden light, and rushed into the ancient mirror of the bronze statue of Longzhong.

"Boom."

The dark space-time material was detonated, and the arrogant darkness, time, and space power spread apart, flooding the entire Copper Temple, destroying a large number of rune patterns and array formation inscriptions.

Moreover, there was a strong force that surged out from the position of the temple gate.

At this time, Zhang Ruochen returned to the golden world where the cymbal dragon was.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he saw that he was in a ragged state, carrying the Shadow Dan sword, and rushed over.

The missing speed was extremely fast, and the flight trajectory was like a black line, passing across with Zhang Ruochen, rushing into the water pattern light curtain, and went to the Copper Temple.

"It is indeed the first place in the Baijujing Great Success List. They have already suffered such serious injuries, and they can even break through the immortal array and escape from the hands of the eighth son of life and death." Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

The eight sons of life and death followed closely.

Zhang Ruochen secretly reckoned that the destruction power of matter in dark time and space had been exhausted, so he rushed back into the water pattern light curtain.

"Wow!"

Returning to the bronze temple, Zhang Ruochen found that the space in the temple, which was a small one ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, became dark, his vision was greatly affected, and he could barely reach his fingers.

It is caused by the remnants of dark spacetime material.

The energy fluctuations in the temple are extremely chaotic, and even spiritual power is difficult to detect.

Zhang Ruochen had no time to investigate whether Yan Wushen had been killed by dark space-time matter, and had no time to find where he was hiding. He immediately propped up the real space of space, the imaginary space of time, and the realm of truth and ambush above the head of the bronze statues of dragons. His eyes were fixed on the ancient mirror on the bronze statue's chest.

After a while.

The surface of the ancient mirror has spatial fluctuations.

One of the eight sons of life and death rushed out of it first.

As soon as Zhang Ruochen wanted to take action, the one hundred and eighty-one realm of one of the eight sons who lived and died was completely consecrated by the Ying Dan sword, a sword that penetrated the skull, blood splattered, and a red bronze statue.

The next moment, Ying Dan Jian flew back to the missing hand, and cut off the second of the eight survivors who rushed out of the ancient mirror.