Zhang Ruochen was standing alone on a six-colored star fog, looking forward.

Color, light, time, and space, including the rules of the heavens and the earth, here all show signs of distortion.

Moving forward, it was dark and hollow, with unpredictable danger. The stars fogged into twisted ribbons, lingering on the dark surface.

The most fearful monks who traveled to the universe and the Xinghai Sea were to encounter such a place.

This is the edge of the dark star No. 7.

"The energy of Dark Star No. 3 is 100 times more powerful, and Dark Star No. 7 is not a place for ordinary monks to go." Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

The core area covered by Dark Star III is only a million miles in diameter.

Dark Star No. 7 has six million miles.

Even the Great Saint, ascending to the third dark star, will be extremely difficult to suppress. Zhang Ruochen suspected that the general saint of immortality, boarding the dark star on the 7th, may not even be able to fly above the ground.

There were more than 600 immortals of the undead, and their goals were too big. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen was all included in the Zijin gourd.

Zhang Ruochen decided that he should first investigate the situation of Dark Star No. 7 before releasing a group of saints to thoroughly clear Dark Star of No. 7 to avoid unnecessary injuries.

Zhang Ruochen was about to fly into the dark space. Suddenly, the heart of truth trembled a little, giving birth to a sense.

"what!"

Gaze looked backwards, looking across layers of space, seeing a starry rock in flight thousands of miles away.

There are many powerful waves on the rocks of the starry sky.

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This starry rock, like a tens of thousands of meters of rock, flies in the universe and never stops.

On an empty lot in the stone mountain, there were bloodstains and dozens of holy corpses.

The holy blood burns and turns into a **** holy flame.

The thirteen holy kings, slaves, were suppressed by strands of powerful thoughts of death, and fell to their knees on the ground. They did not have the dignity and majesty of the Holy King, but were ragged and skinny, no different from beggars on the street.

Even their eyes became cloudy because of long-term torture, humiliation, and slavery, and they lost the spirit and spirit that the strong men in the realm should have.

In addition, there is an old man with white beard in the Great Holy Land.

The sacred blood in his body, I do not know how many times it was emptied, the blood became extremely thin, and more emaciated, the old face, like a layer of skin on the bones.

The old man with white beard knelt on one knee before the gods of the source demon and Qiyang, looking at the dead body on the ground, his heart hurt as though he was still begging, and said, "The old man is the realm of Jiannan, two adults For the sake of our lives, we must devote all our strength to the worship of the two. From now on, the souls of the entire Jiannan Realm will be slaves of two. We will build 100,000 holy temples and carvings in the realm. Idols are made to worship them. "

The source demon son looked up at his chin, and a sarcastic smile emerged: "The deity of the dignified realm is willing to kneel at the feet of the deity, are you too greedy for fear of death?"

"It's not that the old greed is afraid of death, it's just that it doesn't dare to die."

The old man with white beard knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and smiled miserably.

Immediately afterwards, he said, "Oldness is the only soul in Jiannan who has cultivated to the Great Holy Realm. At least there is some usefulness. He can say a few words to the Great Holy in the Hell realm and ask for the status of a slave."

"But if the old decay is dead! Who can speak for the souls of Jiannan Realm? They are either reduced to the food of the Rakshas, ​​or killed by the ghosts and corpses, and turned into lonely ghosts and corpses. "

While talking, a grand saint, dripping tears.

"Nothing else ... just ... just find a way for them."

Behind the old man with beard, the 13 holy kings were also full of tears.

Not for tears, but for the millions of souls in Jiannan Realm.

They are already the strongest in Jiannan Realm, but they cannot find a way for the Maternal Realm. The pain in their hearts, the unwillingness in their hearts, and the helplessness in their hearts make them want to die.

But like a dog, continue to live until now.

Qi Yang wore a gold armor, so handsome, with slender eyes upturned, and he smiled, "Is there a beauty in Jiannan?"

"Yes ... Yes, if an adult collects swords in the southern world as a slave world, the beauty in this world will be under the adult's account." A holy king Tiannu showed a look of expectation in his eyes.

Qiyang smiled and hummed softly: "In the imperial palace of this seat, there are seven thousand concubines and thirty thousand slaves, of which the saint and the king's national beauty and heavenly incense are not a few. Are you the ordinary women in the south of the sword? Can you get into the eye of this seat? Just kidding you, you are serious! "

The thirteen holy kings of the Jiannan Realm all gritted their teeth and were extremely angry, struggling violently, and wanted to stand up.

"A group of lowly slaves, want to resist?"

The eyes of the source demon God's eyes shone, releasing a more powerful idea of ​​death, suppressing them to kneel to the ground again, and the holy bones of their bodies crackled.

"As waste as you are, you don't even have the qualifications to be slaves of this godson. When you come to the hunting ground, you should be a good prey."

The old man with white beard was holy, his head bowed, his eyes filled with despair, and tears dripped.

He couldn't help wondering why the universe was so cruel, what did Jiannan Realm do wrong? Why is this ending?

He was a natural wizard, and determined to lead Jiannan Realm to prosperity. There was no path to cultivation for the Holy King, and he created a path of cultivation himself.

Without the path of cultivation in the Great Holy Land, he studied hard for five hundred years and devised a method to become the Great Holy.

When he entered the realm of the Great Holy, he thought that he could finally realize his dream. However, it was the attack of the **** world that was waiting.

In front of the **** world, he was as weak as an ant.

Qiyang said: "Don't talk to them so much nonsense, slaughter them, and quickly go back with their sacred corpse. To build the death altar, some sacred corpses are needed."

The source demon **** son was about to do it, and suddenly felt a powerful and unmatched divine sway, and then looked up.

"Wow--"

A golden streamer, from far to near, landed on the rocks of the starry sky, condensing into an evil and handsome figure.

Not who Zhang Ruochen is.

The arrogant source demon **** son and Qi Yang just saw him, both of them were frightened, and could not help but step backwards, each calling for a warrior-level warrior and making a defensive gesture.

King Jiannan and Dasheng, kneeling on the ground, were puzzled.

Why are these two powerful hells in front of you suddenly so nervous?

What are they afraid of?

Isn't that young man with ten golden wings a big man?

Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised, saying: "It's you, the two haven't seen each other for a long time."

The Genie God Son is the brother of Yuan Feisheng, the first strongest of the dead. He used to be the coach of the merit battlefield in the northern part of Kunlun Realm, and the top powerful under the deadly holy realm.

Qiyang, the son of the "King Tian monarch" of the dead, has also been to the battlefield of northern merits. Like the source demon son, at that time they were all masters under the Great Saint.

Qi Yang is extremely greedy for beauty, and the purpose of participating in the merit war is to capture a fairy on the "Nine Immortal Beauty Pictures" in heaven. At that time, the idea was hit on the fairy of the hundred flowers.

The talents of the source demon son and Qiyang are very high, and they have the power to conquer the saints with the Holy King Realm.

Today, the two have reached the level of the immortal saint.

The muscles on Genmo's face trembled, and Shen said, "How come you are here, has the Great Saint of the Undead Blood already arrived?"

The source demon son killed a large number of innocent people in the Kunlun realm. Zhang Ruochen had a deep intention to kill him, but in the realm of destiny, he had never found a chance to start.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were sharp and he said, "Is this your attitude towards me?"

Feeling the cold and murderous spirit of Zhang Ruochen, the source demon son was completely cold, and continued to retreat, trembling: "My brother is the first strongest of the dead, and the source is not the Great Saint. If you ... if you dare ... I, my elder brother, must ... you must die. "

Zhang Ruochen walked step by step and said, "Are you threatening me? Why has Zhang Ruochen ever been so arrogantly provoked by a weak man, without killing you, I can't clean up the humiliation on me."

Qiyang was so scared that he saw Zhang Ruochen passing by, and quickly evaded away.

At this time, how dare he dare to beat the hero to help the source demon son?

Zhang Ruochen even said such shameless words, apparently he was looking for an excuse to kill the source demon son. What was the difference between him rushing to death and death?

Zhang Ruochen kills without deducting points.

Killing one is killing, killing two is killing.

"If you dare to escape, I will let the blood on your body drip dry, letting you survive or die." Zhang Ruochen glanced at Qiyang.

Qi Yang, who was trying to escape, was so frightened that her legs were soft and her face stopped in tears.

The source devil feels that Zhang Ruochen's murderous power is getting stronger and stronger, knowing that he must want to settle the old account in the Kunlun realm.

Today's Zhang Ruochen is just like the world's demon king, let alone him, even his brother, it is estimated that he must be afraid of three points.

"Oh!"

The source demon **** son performed a forbidden technique, burned the death gas on his body, turned away and fled, and the extreme speed broke out.

"Just because of your cultivation, also want to escape from me?"

Zhang Ruochen poked out a hand, separated a little.

"Wow--"

A space wormhole mirror surface appeared in front of the fingertips.

With a bang, the source devil fell down from the mirror of the space wormhole and was stepped on the ground by Zhang Ruochen.

The flame of fire erupting from the soles of the feet burned through the death gas and death consciousness of the source demon **** son's body, refined his flesh, and the flesh sizzled.

The source demon God bears immense suffering and yells, "I want to ..."

The phrase "I want to withdraw from the battlefield of hunting heaven", before speaking, the space was frozen by Zhang Ruochen, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Qiyang stood aside, watching Zhang Ruochen refining the source devil, his teeth clenched, and his heart trembling: "Zhang Ruochen kills people if they don't agree, it's too terrible. What do the gods think of it, such a terrible Guy, enter the battlefield of Kiriten? "

The monks in the Nanjian world looked at each other, and they were shocked and afraid.

They were curious in their hearts. Is this young man in front of him a monk in the **** world or a **** slave?

If it ’s a monk in the **** world, why is it so fierce for everyone?

Under the gaze of these eyes, Zhang Ruochen smelted the source demon son into ashes. The source of the great holy source was left by him.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's gaze staring at himself, Qiyang was startled, swallowed, and said, "This seat ..."

"You dare to stand in front of my Zhang Ruochen, claiming to be my seat." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang thought that the Son of the Source Demon just because he had made a mistake and was smelted into gray by Zhang Ruochen, suddenly his face was green, and he quickly said: "Master Ruochen, Ben ... I ... I swear to Heaven, in Kunlun In the world of merit battlefields, I absolutely did not kill innocent people. My purpose is just to capture a fairy on the "Nine Immortals".

"Yes, yes, we are actually fellow people. I have no friendship with Yuanmo Shenzi at all, not all the way. Killing well, killing God well, Yuanmo Shenzi just eats the courage, and dares to provoke him. Great saint, there is more to die. "

Zhang Ruochen approached Qiyang step by step, and patted him gently on his shoulder, and said, "Do you think he is dead?"

Qi Yang's body was photographed short, almost kneeling on the ground, and bowing: "Absolute death is more than enough."

Zhang Ruochen's palm was pressed against Qiyang's shoulder, and it was retracted after a long time. "You are a person who understands things, and like me, I do things with principles."

Qi Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, and stood up again, and said, "I have seven thousand concubines and thirty thousand slaves. They are all captured from all walks of life, and all of them are first-class beauties. Since the Great Saint is Fellow fellows, you must come to the younger brother's palace after the battle of hunting the sky, and the younger brother promises to satisfy you. "

"How sorry for this?"

"No, if you do n’t come, you will not give face to the younger brother. Even if the younger brother pleases you, he must invite you."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Okay, it's rare that you have this heart. Sure enough, you are more human than the source devil."

Those monks in the Southern Sword Realm were even more stunned, and it was hard to imagine that a god-level godson would actually please another Great Sage in Hell.

Who is that sacred **** in the **** world?

Qiyang asked tentatively: "If the Great Saint appears here, is it intended to attack the seventh dark star?"

"If you want to attack the No. 7 Dark Star, I will definitely bring the Great Saint of the Undead Blood Clan together. How can I be alone?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang was puzzled and said, "Since it is not attacking the Dark Star, is there any other goal for the Great Saint?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Don't you say that we are in the same group? You should understand my purpose here."

Qiyang looked shocked, staring at Zhang Ruochen's evil eyes, and said, "Is the legend true, Ruochen Dasheng is actually interested in His Highness Prajna?"

"If not, how could she escape the Dark Star No. 3 alive? A goddess candidate in the Temple of Destiny, compared with your seven thousand concubines, who do you think is more attractive?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Such monk, other monks, must not believe it.

However, ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, as a "people in the same community", Qi Yang, is deeply aware of the seductive power of beauty // color.

Even him, he was extremely coveted of Prajna, but Prajna's background was too big and he was stronger than him, so he didn't dare to act lightly.

"It seems that Zhang Ruochen killed the source demon **** son, not only because of the enmity in the Kunlun realm, but not necessarily, but also related to Prajna." Qiyang secretly thought.

Everyone in the **** community knows that the source devil is always pursuing Prajna, and is the most loyal follower of Prajna.

Since Zhang Ruochen was working on Prajna's idea, how could he not remove this obstructing opponent?

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