The immortals of the undead and the Raksha tribe gathered on the dark star No. 7 around the edge of the dark space teleportation array arranged by Yan Wushen.

Luo Yan stood alone, sometimes squatting down and gently touching the lines on the ground with his fingers.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth flickered and she smiled, "I knew that Yan Wushen would never, and left the formation here for no reason. He finally began to show the truest side, showing the means everywhere."

On the ground, Yan Wushen moved his hands and feet.

If the Great Saints of the Raksha and Undead blood races are too anxious and enter the formation, they want to teleport directly. The final result will be the collapse of the teleportation array, the collapse of space, and the great saints of the undead and the Raksha tribe will fall into nothingness and be eliminated.

Luo Yan is also the master of space. His space accomplishment is extremely high, and the problematic lines are repaired one by one.

The Sword Emperor greeted Luo Luo who came out of the array and asked, "How about? Is the repair completed?"

Luo Min nodded.

The Sword Emperor and a large number of monks of the undead blood race can't wait, and the fish enters the teleportation array.

No one knows where the fighting situation of their own stars has progressed, they can only race against time. The heart of every great saint is very anxious.

Luo Min thought for a while, and finally said, "I have a word, I don't know what to say or not."

Gu Chenzi bowed his hand and said, "Does the Highness Princess want to say that it is too late for us to rush back to the stars of our tribe? Why not kill the stars of the Yanluo tribe and kill their tribe?"

Luo Yan said: "Yes."

Gu Chenzi shook his head and said, "The members of the Yanluo tribe must have been carried by the big saints of the Yanluo tribe. It is impossible to leave them in their own star."

Luo Yan shook his head and said, "First, the tribe cannot bring all their own stars. Second, for the Yan Luo tribe, there is no place more secure than their own stars. After all, the fate after the wind The way is deep and can be calculated to their hiding place. "

"Perhaps a large number of ethnic people were taken away by the Yanluo saints, but there must be a lot left on their own stars."

"Third, the princess happened to know the coordinates of a space teleportation array of the Yanluo tribe."

Gu Chenzi's face kept changing, and he finally made a decision, saying, "Please my Highness Princess, send me to the stars of the Yanluo tribe."

"You alone?" Luo Yan was slightly surprised.

Gu Chenzi smiled and said, "It's better for me to take the risk by myself than to take a large group of monks. Besides, I'm just going to look into the reality of the stars of the Yanluo tribe."

The magic sound and Emperor Omori came over and said, "We also go to the Yanluo tribe."

Luo Yan said: "The strong people of the Yan Luo tribe are out. There will not be much danger on the stars of this tribe. The cultivation of the three of you should be more than enough."

The King of Sword and Prison led hundreds of great saints of undead blood, and teleported away in one step.

Immediately afterwards, Moyin, Emperor Omori and Gu Chenzi were teleported to the stars of the Yanluo tribe.

Luo Shengtian thoughtfully said: "Who do you think will win the final victory of the undead and the Yan Luo tribe?"

"Actually, it only depends on Zhang Ruochen. As long as Zhang Ruochen can stand up to the siege and support the end of the battle of hunting the sky, most of the undead blood race is the first of the ten races." Luo Yan said.

Luo Shengtian was surprised, and said, "Doesn't it depend on who can kill Emperor Xi?"

Luo Kun shook his head and said, "Neither Zhang Ruochen nor Yan Wushen would let the other party easily kill Emperor Emperor. In this way, Emperor Emperor would be very safe. If there were no variables, Emperor Emperor would most likely die under the missing sword."

Luo Shengtian said: "Lack? Why do you think Lack will kill the Emperor?"

"The lack of a monk's combat power far exceeds that of the other monks. When he appears on the battlefield of Kiriten, there must be some purpose. If his opponent is not lacking, why should the Temple of Destiny let him this strange number that will break the balance of the ten races and enter the battlefield? "Luo Yan asked back.

Luo Shengtian thought carefully and said, "On the Qitian battlefield, it seems that there is really only Emperor Emperor, who can be a lacking opponent. Although Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen are fast in cultivation, they are still far away from the Baiyuan Realm. A long distance. "

Luo Yan smiled and said, "Everything is absolute, after all, this is a battle between a clan and a clan. Even if Qiang and Emperor are strong, they are just one person. In front of the grand holy legion of a clan, they still look too thin. With immortality A large number of sacred sages rushed back, and Zhang Ruochen still had a chance to kill the Emperor. Next, it depends on Zhang Ruochen, Yan Wushen, and lack, who can better seize the opportunity. "

"Relatively speaking, among them, Zhang Ruochen is in the most unfavorable position with each party because he has Emperor Shengdi Dan and Zhundipin Shengyi Dan."

Luo Shengtian said: "So, in the end, you still like Yan Wushen and the Yan Luo tribe?"

Luo Yan smiled and said nothing.

Sometimes, no amount of analysis can keep up with the changes in the situation.

Luo Ling said: "Let's go to the star of the Hades first. My destiny should also come in handy!"

Luo Yan and Luo Shengtian are the children of the former goddess of destiny. Since childhood, they have the best teachers. Together with their talent and understanding, the accomplishments of the way of destiny are naturally not weak. They can be used to calculate many things. It is not difficult to find out the people of the Hades.

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Entering the Baiyu Shenshu, Zhang Ruochen slowed down.

The dead heart curse cast by the Borderless Alliance with more than one hundred Great Holy Saints is terrifying, hurting Zhang Ruochen ’s spiritual power and holy soul, and suffering severe physical trauma.

Fortunately, Bai Cang's **** soil was refined, and she had the heart of Shenmu to support it.

In the case of Yan Wushen, Yan Huangtu, etc., even if they did not die, they would definitely hurt their combat power.

"It's almost impossible to fight against a clan with one person's strength. Neither can it be lacking, nor can Emperor Xi. Unless my cultivation reaches the full consummation of Baizhang Realm, and the divine body's divine power is fully released, perhaps it can really be true. Do what the enemy can do. "Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen desperately desires that the great saint of the undead can be returned as soon as possible.

He didn't want to lose the battle for the sky.

Yuanfei Dasheng dares to hunt down Emperor Xi because it is supported by the entire dead. The reason why Emperor Yun will flee is to know that he absolutely cannot fight against one family.

While flying, refine the cursing power inside you.

Flying about five hundred miles, Zhang Ruochen met a dead holy holy man hiding behind a tree branch.

The dead saint, who just wanted to play a light amulet to inform Yuan Fei, said that Zhang Ruochen had appeared behind him and beat him with a stun.

He took off his clothes and put them on himself.

After Zhang Ruochen forcibly ingested some of his memories, he didn't hesitate to use the pure annihilation fire to smelt him into ashes and took away his holy source.

Immediately afterwards, he changed his shape and turned into his appearance.

These dead grand saints are all to deal with the undead blood tribe. To them, there is no need to be kind.

If you kill, you have to kill.

The dead grand saint, named "Han Jue", was short and sturdy, and his appearance was not good.

Next, Zhang Ruochen encountered six other dead grand saints, guarded in six different places, and greeted them one by one, and then flew over.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Ruochen saw the body of an undead sage.

Before the death of the undead blood tribe, it was obvious that he had burned the blood of the holy destiny, and his body was quite dry. However, the opponent he met was too strong, and he was flattened directly, like a meatloaf on a white trunk.

The holy source has been dug away.

Zhang Ruochen remained silent and continued to fly forward.

Along the way, we encountered the bodies of more than a dozen undead holy sages, some of which were made into bones. Some were attacked by the deadly holy art and turned into a carrion. Some were unloaded eight pieces, and the bones were incomplete.

Although he did not see the fighting broke out, Zhang Ruochen was able to guess how cruel the battle was.

The saints who did not have the undead blood voluntarily withdrew from the battlefield, all of them were burning the blood of the saints, fighting the dead hunters and delaying time. Perhaps every time he died, Zhang Ruochen was expected to arrive in time.

Unfortunately, there are not so many timely things in the world.

Zhang Ruochen's mind is calm, not sad or angry, but these great saints of the undead blood tribe can die generously for the glory and interests of the tribe and fight to the last drop of blood, which still has some impact on his heart.

No matter how much he hated the undead, but at this moment, he gave admiration to those who died.

"Boom."

In my ear, the sound of fighting came.

There is a strong wave of dead air and blood evil, shuttles and tumbling between branches.

Zhang Ruochen flew forward at a faster speed, fell on a tree branch that was more than 70 meters thick, and saw in front of him, nearly a hundred dead saints, who were besieging 22 undead saints.

There are also seven saints of the undead blood, killed by a kind of silk-like king's holy weapon, forming a string.

There were two great consecrations of the Baijing Realm. One of them was a young woman with a slightly dark and ugly appearance, her eyes were very small, her body was full of life, and she was holding a silk-like king's holy artifact.

The other Great Saint of the Great Baijing Realm is a burly man with double horns on his head, strong in spirit, holding a blue bead, and suppressing the undead Great Saint who wants to explode the source.

Prajna and Yuan were not great holy, but no trace was found.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed slightly ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The whole robe was adjusted, and he flew upright.

There are enough big saints to kill strong men like Zhang Ruochen, but they also score.

If they are unable to organize a joint attack within a short period of time, and there is no top power to preside over the overall situation, the power of each saint is used reasonably. Well, they are all a piece of sand. Zhang Ruochen can destroy them with time and space, but it is not difficult to defeat them.

After all, there are nearly a hundred saints. If they want to escape, Zhang Ruochen can leave a third, it is already very amazing.

The ugly-looking young woman, when she noticed that a monk was approaching, glanced at Zhang Ruochen and asked, "Hai Jue, what are you doing here?"

"The situation outside changed drastically. Wu Jiang was defeated by Zhang Ruochen, and he was expelled from the hunting field." Zhang Ruochen said.

The black and ugly woman was a little surprised, and said, "How is that possible? There are so many Hades of Hades around Wujiang. Even if they lose, they cannot be expelled from the battlefield."