Prajna's destiny is deep and she has the door to the true self. She can infer the secrets of all the undead blood tribe in Zhang Ruochen, and can even trace Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen naturally wanted to take her away.

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen spread his ten wings, passed through each branch, and flew quickly.

The holy saint of the dead is long gone.

Yan Wushen chased a path and was left behind.

The only thing that is missing is the use of a streamer's path technique, which is faster than Zhang Ruochen, chasing behind him, and urging Ying Danjian to attack from time to time.

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to stay, worried that he would be surrounded.

Zhang Ruochen wasn't so afraid if it was surrounded only by some great saints of immortality and hundreds of enchantments. However, if there are such powerful men as Yan Wushen and Que in these immortal realms and Bai Di realms, then the trouble will be big.

"Well."

The Seven Star Ghost Lotus suspended behind Zhang Ruochen, and violently collided with Ying Dan Sword flying from the rear.

Sword energy and supreme power collided with a splendid cloud of energy light.

"You must fly out of the white jade **** tree as soon as possible. As soon as I go out, my way of space can play a huge role, and I ca n’t wait to catch up with me again."

Zhang Ruochen's mind just flashed this thought.

Suddenly, there were hundreds of powerful Holy Path waves in front, coming from all directions.

The grand saint of the Yan Luo tribe received a message from Yan Wushen, resumed fighting spirit, mobilized all the great saints, surrounded Zhang Ruochen, and made the last fight to capture the first battle of hunting the sky.

"Leave Zhang Ruochen and destroy the undead tribe."

"The Yan Luo people still have a chance. This is a desperate battle. At all costs, the points of the undead blood are cut in half."

"Battle! The battle will be turned upside down and die without regret."

...

Hundreds of Yanluo's holy war were boiling like a tide, rushing towards Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen yelled as he flew, "Retreat, or die."

"If you don't retreat, you have to fight to die."

The sound of the Great Saint came from all directions.

The Great Holy Army of the Yanluo tribe, united as one, has won the tenth tribe's belief in the first place, and paid the price of life.

The only pity is that time is too hasty, Zhang Ruochen's speed is too fast, and the Yan Luo clan lacks the call and leadership of the top powerhouses and fails to organize a combined attack.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were cold and his hands were closed.

Time and time marks of light marks appeared, condensing into a bell of light and shadow, wrapping his body in the center.

"Zhong Ming."

Zhang Ruochen sang softly.

Hong Zhong shook with time, and time stamps and sound waves poured out layer by layer like a tsunami and slammed into the body of the Great Lord of the Yanluo tribe.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

...

The sound of bells rang, and the great holy saints of the Yanluo tribe kept being sent out by Zhen.

Not only did they suffer from sonic shocks, they also chopped off Shouyuan by the mark of time.

The lack of slowing down the pursuit speed, holding up the "Void Mirror", resisting the impact of the mark of time, secretly surprised: "Zhang Ruochen has suffered the divine backfire, and the internal injuries are very serious. How dare he still use such powerful time to attack the Holy Art? Afraid not to suffer time back? "

In the past, it was quite amazing to think that Zhang Ruochen's time accomplishment can continuously make time ring.

But at this moment, time Hong Zhong ringed five times in a row.

It must be noted that every time the bell of time rang, it will be strongly impacted by the holy phase of time. If used excessively, the Holy Spirit of Time will fall apart.

Time flies to five bells. I don't know how many Yan Luo tribe Zhenfei will fly, leaving them in a state of weakness.

However, these grand sages of the Yanluo tribe, as if killed, still rushed to him.

"The one who blocks me is dead."

Zhang Ruochen's body spins rapidly, igniting the net extinction fire in the body, forming a long awl-like flame tornado.

The ten golden wings, like ten sharp and invincible blades, chopped all the approaching Yanluo Dasheng.

"Well ..."

Some Yan Luo grand saints were smashed by the golden wings, and the blood was sprinkled; some Yan Luo grand saints were smashed into a cloud of blood by Zhang Ruochen, and the holy bodies burst; some Yan Luo grand saints, Touched the net annihilation fire and became a fire man.

In just four breathing times, Zhang Ruochen penetrated the siege defense line formed by the Great Lord of the Yanluo Clan and flew out of trouble.

Behind them, there were dozens of severely injured Yanluo great saints, countless great saints with net destruction of fire, and even the Yanluo great saints fell, and the saints and holy spirits were destroyed.

Zhang Ruochen seemed to be prestigious in all directions, killing hundreds of Yanluo sages in a destructive and rotten situation. In fact, the injuries on his body had greatly increased.

If he changed to something else, he would never go head-to-head with hundreds of great saints.

Fortunately, he previously expelled the top powers of the Yan Luo tribe, array mages and runes, almost from the battlefield. If just now, a hundred concubines with a level of life and death were born, the Great Saint could stop him for one or two hits, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"Oh!"

Zhang Ruochen flew out of the white jade **** tree, and was the great holy army who saw the wind and the undead blood tribe.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen coming out of trouble, all the great saints of the undead blood are extremely happy, looking at Zhang Ruochen's eyes, full of respect.

It was precisely because of Zhang Ruochen, that for the first time, they felt that the undead blood tribe was so great that it could be stronger than the Yan Luo tribe.

The killing of Emperor Emperor earned the most critical 30 million points, and it also allowed Zhang Ruochen to rise to the apex in the status of the undead blood clan.

Although Zhang Ruochen was injured, in their eyes, at this moment, he was like an insurmountable **** peak.

"Lord of the Dust, we fight with you."

Hundreds of undead saints yelled at the same time.

Zhang Ruochen felt behind him that a large number of dead sages of the dead and Yanluo chased him up, so he ordered: "I must leave immediately, find a safe place to hide, and protect the remaining members of the undead."

Since there are a large number of strong people in the undead blood race, Zhang Ruochen does not want to stubbornly continue the deadly battle, let alone hurt the divine will. It is the key to find a place and control the injuries in his body.

Zhang Ruochen is confident. With his way of space and the invisible 36 phases, as long as he hides himself, no one can find him in a short time.

The wind has a delicate and beautiful appearance, holding the **** Ashura sword, and said, "You can rest assured, the Great Saint of the Undead and the Undead, will do their best to intercept them."

Just after defeating Jun, the wind was full of self-confidence and high fighting spirit.

Without accident, the position of the goddess of fate is already in her pocket.

Zhang Ruochen reached out his right hand and pressed forward.

"Wow."

A space wormhole mirror, condensed and formed.

He was about to cross the space through the mirror ...

Suddenly, a **** red sword light carrying the fierce killing gas broke the mirror of the wormhole in space, and the sword light was straight towards Zhang Ruochen's neck.

The distance between the space wormhole mirror and Zhang Ruochen is less than one foot away.

Faced with such a fast sword, let alone Zhang Ruochen, even if it is a life of death, even the Supreme Holy One, it is absolutely inevitable.

"Stab it."

Jian Guang cut off, Zhang Ruochen's neck was disconnected, and the head was separated.

The great saints of the undead blood did not expect that such a change would occur, and they shouted loudly.

More eyes are staring at the wind.

Bloody hands after the wind.

Asura's sword, which was held in her hand, forcibly broke free, flew out and cut off Zhang Ruochen's neck.

The body of the greedy infant flew out of Asura's sword, and looked like a child, and gave a harsh laugh: "Zhang Ruochen, you are on the battlefield of Qitian, and you are out of control, fighting the sky, defeating one master after another, Taking the emperor ’s divine goodwill, driving Yan Huangtu and Wujiang out of the battlefield, it ’s a great sense of cultivation. But all your achievements will ultimately belong to me. ”

"Greedy baby, what are you doing?" Shen asked after the wind.

The greedy baby glanced at her, and smiled, "Our cooperation is to deal with the Yan Luo tribe together and help you get on the position of goddess. Rest assured, I will agree to both of these points. However, how to deal with Zhang Ruochen is not in the scope of our cooperation Inside."

"You're using me? Use me and get close to Zhang Ruochen. Without his defense, a sword will kill him." Fenghou said.

The greedy infant said: "I just want to devour Zhang Ruochen and take the Holy Spirit from him. Refining him said that it is not necessary. I don't need to cultivate by myself to have the second-grade virtue."

"After the wind, my cooperation with you can still continue. I can help you the undead blood tribe against the attack of the Yan Luo tribe, and in the end, take the first of the ten tribe."

"The great saints of the undead blood races present, it is best to restrain your emotions and think about what choices are best for you. If you attack me at this moment and avenge Zhang Ruochen, you will have another enemy. Why not Take a step back? "

"Take a step back and be good to us all."

"Fighting desperately, the only one who will benefit in the end will be the Yan Luo tribe."

"For a dead Zhang Ruochen, it's not worth it. From now on, I will replace Zhang Ruochen's position and lead your undead blood tribe to take the top ten."

Although the battle of hunting the sky, the great saints of the undead blood race accepted Zhang Ruochen, and many still worshiped him, and regarded him as the goal and direction.

However, after all, Zhang Ruochen once belonged to heaven, and killed countless undead monks.

There is a gap between them, and it will not be in a short time to be intimate. It is even more difficult to become a friend in times of trouble.

When Zhang Ruochen was alive, they naturally respected him and were willing to obey his orders.

However, Zhang Ruochen is now dead, and it is unrealistic to say that someone can die desperately and avenge him. The relationship has not yet reached that step.

Among the great saints of the undead, it is estimated that only Emperor Yu could possibly do that.

The grand saints of the undead blood all had **** eyes and glared at the greedy baby, but in the end they did not stand up. Some are afraid of the strength of the greedy babies, while others take into account the interests of the undead.

Seeing this scene, the greedy infant laughed loudly, holding the Asura sword, flying to Zhang Ruochen's head, opening a big atomized mouth, and swallowing it into the abdomen, directly refining.

Strange things happened, Zhang Ruochen floated in the head of the void, his eyes suddenly recovered, and his shot burst.

"No, Zhang Ruochen wasn't dead."

The greedy baby noticed that it was bad and quickly retreated.

But late, Zhang Ruochen spit out a flame and hit him, burning his body and emitting a plume of green smoke.

On the other end, Zhang Ruochen's headless body, holding Qixing Guilian, bombarded the greedy baby.

"Well."

The greedy baby's body was shattered and turned into a mass of killing gas.

Qixing Guilian is about to take in all the killing air, but Asura sword quickly flew in, taking away all the killing air, and took the sword body.

"Beep".

The ashura sword flew into the distance, emitting the light, reflecting the surrounding stars into blood red, gorgeous and weird.

In the sword's body, the cold voice of the greedy baby sounded: "The neck was severed by Asura's sword. The powerful killing gas will instantly devour all your vitality and destroy your gas sea. How could you be alive? "

The sword that Greedy Baby had just accumulated for a long time, and unexpectedly, was stronger than the sword that had been chopped.

At the beginning, the lack was to prepare in advance, mobilize the power of nothingness, and resolve a large amount of killing gas, so the body was divided into two and did not die. Could Zhang Ruochen also be prepared in advance to resolve the killing spirit of Asura sword?

The greedy baby doesn't believe it.

How powerful is Asura's sword, and the killing spirit contained in it, can everyone resolve it?

Zhang Ruochen's head and body flew together, condensed into one body, burning with the flames of his body, and said, "My five-element chaotic immortal holy body, can it be the killing gas you mobilized, can it be destroyed?"

If it was changed before meeting the Mother of Blood Shadow, Zhang Ruochen was really not sure to carry it down.

But now that he has refined the flesh of Bai Cang's **** soil, Ashura Sword is also dying to kill him. At least, with the greed baby's cultivation, he couldn't kill him.

Zhang Ruochen noticed the breath of Yan Wushen and his lack of face, his face changed slightly, his gaze turned slightly to the wind, and he immediately moved the space and walked across the space.

The next instant, five hundred miles away.

Then he opened the mirror of the space wormhole and stepped in.

Zhang Ruochen's sneak attack just now, and later, calmed the greedy baby. In fact, the killing energy in his body has not been completely resolved, and his combat power has fallen sharply.

Therefore, it is necessary to flee and avoid confrontation with Lack, Yan Wushen, and Greedy Baby.

And Zhang Ruochen couldn't guess, the cooperation between the wind and the greedy baby does not include him?

Was the two acting just now?

It stands to reason ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The greedy infant cuts the sword of his neck, there must be a process of accumulating power. At that time, the Ashura sword was always held in the hands of the wind, how could it not be noticed after the wind?

If it was not the way of fate after the wind that wiped out the killing intention on the sword, how could Zhang Ruochen be unconscious.

Moreover, in this battle of hunting the sky, Zhang Ruochen was so popular that all the monks of the undead blood race were dim. As long as he is alive, even if the wind becomes a goddess of destiny after the wind, it must be discussed by monks in the world, and she feels that she is totally relying on Zhang Ruochen.

The immortal saint who participated in the battle of hunting the sky also respected Zhang Ruochen more than her goddess.

Only Zhang Ruochen died, and after losing his use value, he died on the last day, which is the most desired outcome after the wind.

At that time, she could sit back and collect all the fruits of victory that belonged to Zhang Ruochen.

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The final closing is harder than I expected. I'm sorry, but I couldn't do it. The closing is estimated to be one or two chapters.