I don't know if Zhang Ruochen offends all the races in the hundred royal cities these days. Even if Zhang Ruochen is on the weak side, even if Zhang Ruochen defeats the aggressive gods, he still attracts critical criticism.

No one felt that Zhang Ruochen really wanted to resolve the conflict with the Temple of Death.

No one felt that the words that Zhang Ruochen said to the God of Puppets were all from the heart.

On the contrary, Zhang Ruochen thought that he was humiliating the God Son deliberately. Every sentence implied ridicule, threats, ridicule, and sarcasm, and made a divine son who was the pinnacle of a life of death, without any dignity.

"Zhang Ruochen is so hateful that he won. It is very powerful. However, such a teasing of the **** son, there is no genius in Yuanhui level."

"Yeah, I can't stand that sentence, don't you even have the Supreme Holy Grail? How arrogant are you to hear, are there some stinking Supreme Holy Ghosts?"

Many monks nodded deeply.

"The sacred and mighty first-class sage strongman, but reduced to Zhang Ruochen's imprisoned prisoner, is very likely, will really be forced to learn Buddhism, Taoism, too miserable!"

"What's the difference between persecuting a human and consuming human blood like an undead?"

"I'm afraid the Son of God would rather die than be humiliated."

One of the grand saints shouted, "If the great holy **** must humiliate the Son of God so much, it would be better for him."

"Yes! The winner is king and the loser is Kou.

"If Da Chen is not afraid to kill the **** son, please release him immediately. If you want to kill him, please be calm. Continue to do it, and it will only make me wait for the monks to feel sick."

...

There are more and more monks supporting the Son of God.

However, everyone knows that it is impossible for Zhang Ruochen to let go of God. Therefore, it is more that Zhang Ruochen stunned the Son of God directly to prevent him from being humiliated again.

Master Shenzi was so scared that his vest was cold, his scalp was numb, and the whole family of those watching monks greeted him in his heart.

Can he not be afraid?

The man in front of him, but Zhang Ruochen.

There are no monks who Zhang Ruochen dare not kill.

What's wrong with being humiliated? As long as you can get away, there will always be a time to get back.

If a piece of Ruochen suddenly became embarrassed and angry, and killed him, there really is no chance of turning over. How bad is it to die?

"Oh!"

The great saints in the Temple of Death flew down from the holy tower, occupying the entire street.

Each one emits the evil light of death. From the front and back directions of the long street, the momentum is violent, approaching Zhang Ruochen.

The monks watching the war gave way.

"Releasing the Godhead, and vetoing this long street today is your place of corpse." The original silence was full of strength, pointing directly at Zhang Ruochen.

The hostages were in the hands of Zhang Ruochen. Although the temple of death was numerous, they did not dare to act lightly.

Zhang Ruochen's brow frowned deeply, and said, "I and the Godhead have said something before, and we will resolve our enemies in the first battle. Now that the victory and defeat have been divided, even if there is any great grudge between me and the Temple of Death, we should untie them! Please retreat, today , I don't want to do it anymore. "

"You let go of God, and then talk about the other." Yuan Fei Da Sheng Tao.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "The grudges between me and the Godhead have not been resolved, and we cannot let them go."

God Godson quickly said: "There is no more grievances, I ... I was defeated and convinced. The victory and defeat have been divided, and the battles will be resolved in one battle."

Suppressed by the Mingguang curse, his mouth was difficult to open, and his words were uncomfortable.

Zhang Ruochen patted his shoulder, his eyes were sincere, and said, "No, you don't agree, you still hate me in your heart, you can't wait to kill me. Hatred is the source of all evil, and my brother's heart is still too persistent."

鹊 God son can't hold it anymore, grinding his teeth, his face is distorted and agitated.

Shame again!

The original anger and eyes widened, and said, "Zhang Ruochen, what if you hold the hostages? I thought we would throw a mouse bogey, and dare not do it?"

The Godhead's face changed greatly, and he shook his head vigorously in front of the great saints in the Temple of Death.

Originally silently staring at the goddess of the gods, he said, "Relief of the gods of God, don't worry, I don't believe that Zhang Ruochen really dares to kill you. Today, the temples of the dead gods, don't give up without killing this son."

God God's face became even more powerful, and his heart was so sad that he had died.

The original silence had already stated that he wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen. In this case, where did Zhang Ruochen dare not kill him? The original silence clearly gave up on him.

My Godson made a secret determination. If he is lucky today, after returning to the Temple of Death, he must find a way to rectify his original silence.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Ruochen patted God's shoulder again, and said, "How could I kill Brother Xi? There should be a big-hearted person in the world, even an enemy cannot tolerate it.

Including Yan Zhexian and Xi Xi, I don't know how many monks sneered.

...

One of the reasons why the Great Saint of the Temple of Death agreed to be shot alone by the Godhead is that the Godhead is powerful and has a certain victory.

Secondly, behind Zhang Ruochen, after all, there are powerful men in the universe, such as the God of Blood, God of Blessing, and Emperor Luo Yan. The death hall swarmed up and killed Zhang Ruochen. The three others did not say that the Blood God of War must be angry.

However, even if Zhang Ruochen is killed by the **** Shen Zi alone?

If the God of Blood Revenge avenges the Temple of Death, it will only be mocked by the Gods of the Temple of Death.

Third, the Son of God is very important in the Temple of Death, and everyone is giving way. Let him defeat Zhang Ruochen and step on the Yuanhui Genius to become famous.

However, who knows that the Son of God is so wasteful, but the temple of death has lost a huge face.

In order to save face, the Temple of Death had to take Zhang Ruochen even if it was an extra hit.

Originally silent did not pay attention to the god-like killings of the **** son, and ordered: "Do it."

The four death gods in white surrounding Zhang Ruochen took the lead.

The rules of the Tao and the evil spirit of death on the four people surged out at the same time, and then, the overwhelming sword energy cut to Zhang Ruochen in the past.

The face of the **** was as dead as a horror, knowing that he was trying to escape today, he closed his eyes.

"Wow!"

Ignoring the surge of sword qi, Zhang Ruochen took the lead and pressed it on the chest of the **** Shenzi, and a ripple of space erupted in the palm of his hand. The body of Xun Shenzi disappeared. The next moment, he entered the defensive formation of the Seven-Star Emperor Palace and fell at the foot of Xi Xi.

The prince of God was so confused, he looked incredibly at Zhang Ruochen who was caught in the siege.

The four white gods of death are all monks in the middle and later stages of the ten thousand lives, and the number of rules of the Holy Spirit cultivated is at least 30 million.

"Pap."

Zhang Ruochen had already inspired the armor of Vulcan and released the magic mirror of Hidden Mountain.

Even if the sword gas penetrated the defense layer of the Supreme Power formed by the Demon Lord of the Tibetan Mountains, the power had been greatly reduced, and then fell on the armor of Vulcan, but just hit a spark.

Originally gnashing his teeth, he said, "Zhang Ruochen has the Supreme Holy Protector's body. He must attack in close proximity to break his defense."

The four gods of death in white instantly formed a Kendo killing array, and four ghosts of death appeared behind them.

The strength of the four people is like a whole, and the strength of the burst of energy is a little stronger than that of the **** Shen.

"Oh!"

A white shadow flew over Zhang Ruochen's head, raised his sword with both hands, and cut out a sword river.

The second white shadow rushed out from behind Zhang Ruochen and waved his sword.

Around the sword's edge, space shook.

The third white shadow pierced straight from the front, the sword light erupting was brighter than the glory emitted by the stars, and the monks under the Great Saint watching the war were all pierced with blood.

The fourth white shadow stood still, but the three-king emperor's holy war sword in his hand flew out, turned into a bone dragon, and turned to the right of Zhang Ruochen.

The four white-dead gods shot almost simultaneously, and each attack was like a four-man joint effort.

"It's a terrible sword formation. The four white-dead gods are one and the same, but they can attack separately."

"Death Temple, this is really trying to kill Zhang Ruochen!"

Yan Huangtu, Yan Zhexian, Prajna, Xuan Zehai, and Xuan Qingyu upstairs are all holding their breath and staring at the bright battle circle.

He has always been calm and lacking, his eyes revealing the calmness, saying: "Four-pole sword array."

"Booming."

Zhang Ruochen's body disappeared.

The four lore-style moves shown by the four white-dead gods were all slashed in the air.

Among them, the two who attacked one after the other were the most thrilling, almost beheaded each other. Fortunately, they are all built to be powerful, with amazing response capabilities, and return to the sword defense in time.

The two swords collided, and the two white gods of death flew in opposite directions.

The great saints in the Temple of Death are all stunned, unable to believe that under the circumstances just now, Zhang Ruochen can still exhibit space to escape.

Suppressed by the domain of the four sacred sages, and trapped in the kendo killings, of course, Zhang Ruochen could not move.

So, I hid in a purple gourd.

"Oh!"

Zhang Ruochen rushed out of the purple gold gourd, and whispered in his mouth, "Mingguang Curse!"

Nearly three steps away, a death-dead man in white, before being able to respond, was cursed, and like the Godhead, he couldn't move.

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and knocked him into the Palace of the Seven Stars.

"Dark Light Curse!"

The second **** of death in white was cursed, like petrified, and settled there.

Zhang Ruochen kicked out, causing him to fly into the Qixing Emperor's Palace.

"Dark Light Curse!"

The third death in white was imprisoned, and Zhang Ruochen lined him up, teleporting him to the Seven-Star Emperor's Palace.

Because Zhang Ruochen released the virtual time realm, coupled with fast speed, three fuming curses, almost shouted at the same time, the Great Saint of the Death Temple was too late to stop.

Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to shout the fourth Mingguang curse, the original silent roared: "Stop."

The sound of a breaking wind came, and a palm-sized jade sword flew to his heart like a snake.

The Hidden Mountain Mirror flew back automatically and turned into a goggle.

"Oh!"

Yu Jian struck the mirror, making a loud sound of Hong Zhong's ringing, and Zhang Ruochen flew straight away.

The original silence succeeded, with a happy face, and the right hand was pushed out to mobilize more powerful forces to bless the jade sword at the level of the sacred weapon of the six yuan king.

The mirror of the Tibetan Mountain Magic Mirror flashed and swallowed the jade sword.

Zhang Ruochen landed on both feet, then stabilized his body shape, turned his head, and found that he flew back to the defensive formation of Qixing Emperor Palace, and his hind foot was stepping on the ladder.

The original silence was a look, and found that the connection with Yu Jian disappeared!

It's not anything, it's a six-yuan monarch sacred weapon, which has the potential to advance to the most extreme sacred weapon, worth tens of thousands of gods.

The original silence quickly recovered his face, and surrounded by the seven sacred palaces of the Temple of Death.

This time, they really did not dare to act rashly. After all, there are already four saints of the ten thousand dead lives who were captured by Zhang Ruochen. If Zhang Ruochen is forced to kill them all, the consequences will be serious!

All the monks who watched the war were so miserable that they never expected it. Zhang Ruochen, who had been admonishing like a dog and a soft egg, was able to make the Temple of Death suffer such a big loss.

Are emotions pretended?

Intentionally showing weakness to the enemy?

Despicable!

Many monks whispered to Zhang Ruochen, feeling insidious and shameless.

Zhang Ruochen was standing on the steps of the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, and his heart was very greasy. What's wrong with them, why is Zhang Ruochen so prejudiced to me?

Obviously I am the weak side, targeted by a large group of strongmen in the Temple of Death.

Obviously, I treat people with the greatest kindness, and I am willing to turn the temple of death into a jade, how can you not see it?

Hey, forget it, why care about misunderstandings of others, as long as you have a clear conscience.

The emperor of the Di Mo tribe, Xuan Di Sha, was accompanied by a group of elders to the vicinity, and Xuan Zehai and Xuan Qingyu immediately rushed to meet.

Xuan Disha was old, with pale hair, wearing a purple jade brocade and wearing a holy crown, but was trembling, looking at Zhang Ruochen standing on the steps of the Seven Star Emperor Palace, saying: "A hero is a boy, Zhang Ruochen ’s mental strength I am afraid that it has reached the 68th level. "

Xuan Qingzhang couldn't believe it, and said in surprise: "How is that possible? There are very few people who can cultivate their spiritual power to the 68th level in the Supreme Holy Spirit."

Xuandi smiled with a narrowed eye: "Without such spiritual power, how could Zhang Ruochen easily curse the four sacred sages? And he should also rely on his powerful spiritual power to use the holy holy weapon. With mysterious and unpredictable divine meaning, and at the same time more rational use of the power of the demigod. "

The clan emperor of the Demon Clan has lived for almost 30,000 years and is extremely powerful.

Everyone's judgment on him was naturally convinced.

Looking at Zhang Ruochen again, Xuan Qingyi's eyes became much more complicated, but soon became scornful and disdainful. If it's so powerful, why did you pretend to be timid?

There is no strong style.

Xuan Zehai asked: "Why is the clan emperor out of the holy land ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ here?"

"Someone asked me to resolve the contradiction here and help Zhang Ruochen get away." Xuandi said.

When Xuan Zehai moved, he heard something meaningful.

It is "let", not "please".

Wouldn't it mean that the monk who came out to help Zhang Ruochen at least was on an equal footing with the clan emperor? It is even possible that the cultivation or status is higher than the clan emperor.

Moreover, to take Zhang Ruochen away in the hands of the Temple of Death, the land demons must pay a small price.

Xuandi smiled and said: "Since monks of all ethnic groups please not move Zhang Ruochen, my clan emperor will come forward personally and hope he can give a little face!"

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