"Emperor Emperor volunteered to become a **** slave, sacrificing herself, and also helping the emperor to do that great thing."

Prajna's impressive clean-up face, undisguised, shows admiration.

In order to achieve great things, in order to give more people a better future, those who dare to sacrifice themselves deserve her admiration.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It is not easy for a monk to want to cultivate from a mortal to a life of ten thousand dead. Is it worth sacrificing sacrifices?"

"worth it."

"Even the Empress herself is not sure, Tai Shang is still alive. Maybe his sacrifice has no value at all."

Prajna's tone was very firm, saying: "Even if it is only a one-tenth chance, it is worth it. If I die and can play a role in rescue, I will not hesitate to give up my life without complaints. "

"Just like you gave yourself to Chi Yao?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "I don't know, what are you talking about?"

"It seems your memory is really missing a lot." Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna: "I don't care what kind of memory you want me to remember, but I know that the Queen did everything right, and she has a heavy responsibility on her body. She is stronger than anyone and can be calm. Face all the glory and shame of the world. "

"Zhang Ruochen, you are not as strong as her, nor as strong as her. You have not yet known how to go in the future."

"Really?" Zhang Ruochen asked himself.

"Do you have a dream?"

"Do you have an ambitious goal?"

"Do you ever think about what kind of life you should have in the future?"

"You don't, you are just walking, the path that others want you to go. The path that the old part of Shengming wants you to go, the path that Luna wants you to go, the path that blood wants you to go, and the blood **** that wants you The way to go ... "

"But I'm different. I always understand what I want to do, what I'm doing, and what it means to cultivate."

Qi Yang kneeling aside, finally understood the meaning of "the more you know, the faster you die," and her skin was shaking, she just felt that she was dead.

What do these secrets have to do with him?

He didn't want to know at all.

I had known that if you tried hard, you should not enter the death altar, let alone the real world of Prajna.

Now, I can't escape trying to escape.

Zhang Ruochen is the idea of ​​wanting to play Prajna. The two of them are old knowledge at all, saying that they are not necessarily old lovers.

"His Highness Prajna, Ruth the Dust, both of you are great figures, so why not erase this memory of me? Really not, erase all my memory, so I do n’t know anything. Qiyang said begging.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and remained silent.

Prajna sighed: "The Emperor did not know that you had cooperation with the Empress. Before he became a slave, the task he received was to die in my hands and try his best to cooperate with me to win the first battle of hunting heaven."

Zhang Ruochen finally opened his eyes and burst into a glowing fire, saying: "Can you kill the great saint of a thousand lives?"

"Certainly, of course, I certainly can't kill the great saint of ten thousand lives. However, I can use the destiny disk to control this death altar and combine the power of three hundred great saints of the dead. That share The strength is enough to kill anyone on the battlefield of Kiriten. "Prajna has a kind of momentum to show who he is and is as strong as a mountain.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The deities of the gods are all paying attention to the battlefield of hunting the sky. Even if your play is really true, there must be a **** to see the clue."

Prajna Road: "So this battle must be played on Dark Star No. 7. Dark Star No. 7 contains huge energy, enough to avoid the eyes of the gods of all realms, and to blind the perception and calculation of the gods."

"What if the spiritual power of the gods is strong enough?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna shook her head gently and said, "Impossible! The distance between the battlefield and the Temple of Destiny is already very far away. Counting in billions of miles, the perception of the gods is difficult to reach. In addition to the influence of the Dark Star energy, the powerful spiritual power , It will lose its effect. "

"It's not that simple, let me do it!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "It is really up to you to do it. All points will be given to you, and you must be the first in the battle of hunting the sky. However, if you cannot do it alone, the death altar can help you."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were firm and he shook his head and said, "I told you not to join, and you shouldn't join."

Prajna ’s two willow eyebrows frowned tightly and said, "You ca n’t be his opponent. If you are stubborn, it will only be a dead end. Since you have come here, walk with me, take control of the death altar, and go to the battlefield. Dark Star Seven. As long as you are with me, Emperor Kundi will naturally understand your identity. "

"Don't think of the gods in the **** world so simple. I and you, don't keep close contact. Being an enemy is good for everyone."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the white rain in the sky and said, "Let me go out, it's time to go. If you don't leave, those who are looking at the eyes of Gods of All Realms will think that I really treat you!"

"That's right! I will think carefully about the few questions you asked me."

...

The death altar is made of more than 1.7 million sacred corpses, majestic and holy. It hasn't worked yet. The outbreak of its power has made the Holy Spirit of the Great Saint feel uneasy and trembling.

The first strongman of the dead, Yuan Fei Sheng, is a young man who looks quite elegant.

He stood under the death altar, full of pride, saying: "Only in the Tiantian battlefield, such a magnificent altar can be built. If it is replaced elsewhere, I am afraid that it will be completed by killing a large world of soul . Starting today, there will be our dead, who will dominate the hunting battlefield. "

A young girl with purple hair held a gold and gold staff and came to the side of Yuan Fei Sheng, and said extremely excitedly: "The death altar has been completed, and a total of 1.79 billion secret lines have been recorded, which can absorb the dark stars and release The dark energy that came out turned into attack and defense, and now we can enter the dark space and fight for the slaves. "

Around the altar, the dead grand saint was so excited that his face was full of expectations.

Today, the dead will tremble in the sky, and the monks in the whole **** world will respect them.

Next, you can use the power of the death altar to pack the undead blood races and fight against the Yan Luo races. After all, the battle of hunting the sky will make their dead races laugh to the end.

Yuan Fei Sheng asked: "Is His Highness Prajna in the altar?"

"in!"

After thinking about it, Zifa Girl said again, "Yuan Mo and Qi Yang are also inside."

"What are the two of them doing?" Said Yuan Feisheng, wondering.

Inside the altar, there are the rules of the Cause and the secret lines of death. It is very dangerous for monks who are not familiar with the altar to enter.

"Boom."

Inside the altar, there was a loud deafening noise.

The earth shook, and the rocky asteroid at the feet of the three groups of monks was shaken away from its orbit, and the stars showed signs of rupture.

When Yuan Fei's face changed, he was about to break into the gray light door below the altar.

"Oh!"

The light door is broken.

Dense space cracks, through the portal, there are hundreds of them, like an inch-long flying knife, hitting the source non-sage.

too fast!

Yuanfei Dasheng could not avoid it, and five blood caves were punched out of his body.

Fortunately, he unfolded the supreme sacred scroll "Virtual and Real Script" in time, and was not hit by more space cracks.

However, the purple-haired girl standing not far away from him was not so lucky. She was hit by dozens of space cracks, and the delicate Jiao // body was beaten like a sieve and flew to more than ten miles away.

Yuanfei Dasheng glanced at the purple-haired girl, his face full of blue muscles, and shouted, "The power of space is the breath of Zhang Ruochen. Quickly, quickly, immediately urge the death altar."

"Boom."

There was another loud noise.

The altar, piled up with more than 1.7 million holy corpses, shattered, and a corpse, like rubble, flew to heaven.

The 1.79 billion death secret lines have not yet played their due role, and they are all broken.

A powerful space storm, like a tsunami, erupted from the center of the altar and impacted the nearly three hundred holy saints of the dead, shaking them all out.

Some musculoskeletons were cut by space cracks, and some bodies were deformed by being disrupted by disturbed spaces.

"Kacha!"

This rocky asteroid could not withstand the impact of such a powerful force, and cracks appeared and broke apart.

Not only is the Great Saint of the Dead, all of them are stupid!

The holy saints of the Hades and the Shis were also at a loss, not knowing what had happened and panic.

Zhang Ruochen carried a corpse and soared from the collapsed death altar, suspended from a height above Yuan Fei Sheng Sheng, and raised his voice: "Last time, you three tribal people calculated me and wanted to put me to death. Today, it's yours. "

Immediately, he threw the corpse in his hand towards Yuanfei Dasheng.

When the corpse was wrapped by the net annihilation fire, when it fell in front of Yuanfei Dasheng, it burned down only one big holy bone.

Yuanfei Dasheng senses the breath on the body, which belongs to Qiyang.

Yuan Fei ’s state of mind was extremely high, but at this moment it was so angry that he bit his teeth and said, "Where is the source demon?"

Zhang Ruochen did not answer him, unrolled ten golden wings, and went straight through the air.

The source saints and the saints of the dead race, all shot together to fight the killing of saints.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen's speed is too fast. After the holy spells flew out, Zhang Ruochen's trace has been lost.

Prajna was pale, bloodstained on the corner of her mouth, and flew from the ruined death altar. She was so weak that she almost fell to the ground and said, "Zhang Ruochen's invisible and intangible thirty-six has become too powerful, and he has become the source of God It looks like he came back with Qiyang and hid my eyes. Blame me. I shouldn't be taken lightly. I never thought that Zhang Ruochen would be so bold to dare to break into the gathering place of the monks who belonged to the three races. "

The great saints of the Shi and Hades raced over and looked at the destroyed altar of death, all lost their sight.

Yuan Fei Dasheng strongly suppressed the killing intention in his heart and comforted him: "I can't blame you, the Yan Luo tribe is as strong as a cloud, they have suffered a lot because of Zhang Ruochen's changing technique, not to mention Qiyang's way of guidance."

"Qi Yang definitely knows that the source demon son Zhang Ruochen changed. He has caused all the great saints of our dead tribe to lose a lot of effort. It is really dead."

The path of a dead holy grand holy gritter was to whipped the holy holy bone on the ground.

The bird wearing a dark armor, said, "Zhang Ruochen is destroying the death altar. He must be worried. We will use the death altar to deal with the undead blood tribe."

"Since Zhang Ruochen appears here, it means that the battle of Dark Star No. 2 has ended. The undead blood tribe should set Dark Star No. 7 as the next goal. We can't drag it any further, we must start immediately."

A stone holy saint said: "Without the death altar, what should I do if I meet the emperor?"

Yuan Fei Da Sheng Dao: "As long as we belong to the three races, we can draw ten Great Saints from the Baijing Realm and join me in urging the" Zhu Shi "to suffocate Emperor Huang for a while. . "

Que Feidao: "I just received the news that Wu Jiang has stepped out of the underground of the star of the Hades tribe, and the injury is healed. He is approaching the seventh dark star and will soon meet with us."

With the news that Wujiang is about to come, the monks of the upper three ethnic groups have just been frustrated, and have become somewhat depressed morale.

"Boundless injuries, healed so quickly, said that it may not necessarily be the chance of his own family star."

"Great! Wujiang's heart is strong. He will definitely fight Zhang Ruochen this time, and he will be ashamed."

"As long as there is no border, even if you encounter Emperor Xi, someone can restrain him."

A top powerhouse represents not only a powerful combat force, but also the spiritual pillar of countless monks.

Just as Zhang Ruochen is to the undead blood tribe, Luo Shengtian is to the Raksha tribe. As long as they are there, the monks of the tribe can be full of confidence and fighting spirit.

...

Leaving the broken rocky asteroid, Zhang Ruochen is going to meet the Sword Emperor.

After flying for a while, Zhang Ruochen found the sword prisoner in a crimson star fog.

The sword prisoner had silver hair, a tall and straight figure, and a majestic presence on his body, and asked, "If the Lord Saint came back really fast, what happened, the death altar has been destroyed?"

"Ok!"

Zhang Ruochen was still meditating in his heart, and he replied casually.

Suddenly, he noticed that something was wrong, his eyes became sharp, and he stared at the Sword Emperor, saying, "How do you know the death altar? Who are you?"

"Oh!"

His body flickered, Zhang Ruochen crossed the distance of ten dozen feet in an instant, and his five fingers grabbed the neck of the sword prisoner. Death altar under construction.

The Sword Emperor is even less likely to know.

With a bang, the body of the sword prisoner burst and turned into a crimson gas.

In the gas, a long hair fell.

"It's fake."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised, even though he had been thinking about Prajna's words just now, he was a little absent-minded, but he could be fooled by using one hair, so it can be seen that the caster must be a clever man.

Zhang Ruochen immediately released his mental strength to investigate the surrounding area, but found no ambush, and then secretly relieved.

Twisting the hair, a rule of truth emerged in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, looked up at the Quartet, and said, "It's you, your Thousand Illusions have become more sophisticated, come out!"