Above, a sacred power covering the heavens and the earth descended, and various wonders of the fields appeared.

There are three black islands above the head of the Great Holy Death Temple, floating in space.

There is a two-headed python-like supreme state, five colored rivers appear around the body, and the sound of water is deafening.

There are also clouds of death gas that cover the entire boulder altar, and the thunder of the thickness of the bucket shuttles inside.

The master of the night tour, the seven-handed elderly, and the blood slaughter all changed their faces.

They have n’t seen the Supreme Supreme, but more than ten Supremes have put on battles at the same time. This is how amazing weeping ghosts and gods are. In the world, except for the series of Wuma and Jiuxing and Bai Qinger The strong can be stubborn, who is not afraid of other monks?

Zhang Ruochen knew that once he started to climb the boulder altar, he would definitely not be able to hide his tracks, so he was not too panic.

The crowd felt only a flash of light in front of their eyes, their bodies lost weight a little, and they appeared in the Seven-Star Emperor's Palace. The imperial palace guard array, the Great Holy Inscription, and the **** pattern all emerged, forming a layer of defense.

Suddenly, the people calmed down a bit, after all, the Seven Star Emperor Palace was made by the blood sacrifice god, and the big holy inscriptions and divine patterns were also burned by him, plus they are not weak, but they can use this palace, and The Temple of Death fights one or two.

"Wow!"

The seven-handed old man reached the center of the hall and pressed his palm to the ground.

Suddenly, the lines on the surface of Qixing Emperor Palace became brighter. There was another ray of god's mist, which emerged from the seven palaces, turned into a misty river, and guarded the imperial palace.

The stronger the monk sits in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, the stronger the defensive force erupted from the Seven-Star Emperor Palace.

Zhang Ruochen could see that the seven-handed old man was now truly returning to the **** family, and his eyes appeared reassuring.

Originally, Lengheng hummed, "I can't protect you with a seven-star imperial palace."

Zhang Ruochen stood outside the gate of the palace, looked up and looked up, and said, "I know your master of the Temple of Death is like a cloud, but it is not easy to break the Seven Star Emperor Palace and even suppress us."

"It may not be easy."

Yuanqianmo took out a black and white metal pen that was one foot two inches long, stood by the side of the illusion, immediately took out the purple ink sticks and the platform, and grinded the purple ink.

Yuanqianmo dipped in ink and sketched in the air.

Master Yeyou stared at Yuanqianmo above, his eyes shuddered, and said, "Not good, it is Wusui Shenbi and Jiufu Corpse ink."

"Artifact?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Not an artifact, but Wusui's pen is very famous and is one of the wonderful artifacts of the Temple of Death. Each master later honored the king in a state of God. Pen, the magic in it, is not something we can imagine. "

"The Nine Carrion Ink is the ninth corrosive substance and the strongest corrosive substance refined from the body of the carrion. It is said that it takes 100,000 carrion bodies to make a mung bean the size .This corrosive substance is dedicated to breaking the Great Holy Inscriptions and God Patterns. "

"Quickly use space power and escape from here."

Night tour master's voice has just fallen.

Yuan Qianmo laughed: "Can't escape."

The secret lines he drew were weird, like Li Gui dancing and flying to the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, suppressed.

The powerful corrosive force actually escaped into the Seven-Star Emperor Palace through the Great Sacred Inscriptions, Divine Patterns, and Defensive Arrays, which made Zhang Ruochen's skin instantly gray and black.

This has not yet fallen, it is so horrible. Once the big holy inscriptions and divine patterns of the Seven-Star Emperor Palace are corroded, the corrosive force directly flows in, doesn't they all die in it?

Just as the master of the night tour was already shaking with a pair of knees, a circular formation rose in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, and countless sky fires flew out of the array, colliding with the secret lines drawn by Yuan Qianmo.

"Booming."

After a fierce confrontation, the mysterious lines full of corrosive power were burned clean by the sky fire.

"What array is so powerful?"

The grand saints of the Temple of Death all showed surprise.

Yuan Qianmo's eyes narrowed, and he stared at the formation method suspended above the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, saying: "No wonder you are so calm. There is a world hand in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace."

A Le, the Cairo division, and the blood wolf stepped out of the palace door and appeared beside Zhang Ruochen.

They have special identities and do not show up, so they have been staying in the Qixing Imperial Palace.

Originally shouted loudly: "Zhang Ruochen, you have such a courage to collude with heaven."

"Originally silence, do you have stones in your head, my brother and the heavenly kingdom colluded? You tell the destiny temple to see if they believe it." Blood Slaughter.

The original silence thought for a while, but it was speechless.

Yeah, Zhang Ruochen colluded with the monks in heaven. Let ’s talk about it, let alone the temple of destiny, or even the monks in heaven.

Zhang Ruochen, what kind of ability is he able to subdue Cairo's Master, Night Tour Master, and Seven-Handed Elderly?

Gu She quietly laughed and said, "Tian Mo's son must think clearly, really fight, you may not be pleased with the Temple of Death."

Yuan Qianmo said, "Why is it necessary for the girl to walk so close to Zhang Ruochen? As a friend of the Temple of Death, let's kill Zhang Ruochen together. How about you take the treasures from him first?"

"This proposal is quite exciting." Gu Shejing's eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

Xue Tu's face changed, and he said, "Master, don't be fooled by him. He wants to alienate us."

"Just smart?"

Gu Shu calmed him, then looked towards Yuanqian Mo, and said, "I'm really interested in the treasures on Zhang Ruochen. But if I can kill him, I will have a lot of opportunities to kill him."

Yuan Qianmo nodded and said: "This is true! That is to say, even if Zhang Ruochen is killed, he won't get the treasure on him?"

"Yeah, so I've been trying to find out if he would give it to me?" Gu Shejing's gaze turned to Zhang Ruochen.

The situation has become quite delicate.

Gu Shejing seemed to reject the original Qianmo's pull, and it seemed to threaten Zhang Ruochen, with some ambiguity in the threat.

No one guessed exactly what she really thought.

The seven-handed old man sent a message to Zhang Ruochen and said: "Gu Shejing is afraid to cooperate with the Temple of Death to eradicate us. If she wants any treasure, give it to her for the time being, and stabilize her, we will have the strength to fight against the Temple of Death. "

Zhang Ruochen knew that Gu Shejing wanted "Devil's Stone Carving", but she didn't mean to give it to her, saying, "Yuan Qianmo, we continue to entangle here, I'm afraid it will be cheaper for other monks. Are you sure? Is it more important to kill me than to capture the treasure in the Temple of Origin? "

Yuan Qianmo flashed a color of doubt.

Originally silently watching the Quartet, the somber way said: "Zhang Ruochen, do you want to be suspicious? Where are there other monks?"

"But, in fact, someone did go one step ahead of us and boarded the boulder altar."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Don't you see that these huge stones have been separated by space inscriptions between each one, but the bottom ones have been broken."

"Your original controller of the Temple of Death is only a semi-sacred realm, and you can feel it. Can't the original controller of the great holy realm be aware of it?"

The monks in the Temple of Death all looked at each other, released their mental strength, and probed out.

Yuan Qianmo's face changed slightly, and he turned to look upward. The Wusui magic pen in his hand, just like a short gun, clicked out.

At the tip of the pen, a half-meter-diameter beam of dead air emerges, breaking through layers of god-patterned light walls.

"Roar!"

It was the moment when Yuan Qianmo took the shot, and on the right, a very high dragon yin sounded.

With the silver glare shining, a chariot rushed out of the silver haze. The trolley was a twelve-foot tall Yinglong, exuding a strong divine power, as if a stellar sun was rolling in.

"Yinxia Guangyun chariot! Everybody be careful, it's the Wuma horse nine lines."

"Why is Wuma Horse Nine hiding here?"

...

A series of three Supreme Masters of the Dead Temple rushed to intercept, but they were all shot by Ying Long's claws and fell below the boulder altar.

This Yinglong is a pure-blooded beast. The horse and horse are nine horses. Only the final change can reach the level of a false god. Naturally, it is not an ordinary uppermost state that can block it.

Yuan Zhenzhen's body flickered, stopped in front of Ying Long, and pressed out with one palm.

Behind her, a shadow of death more than ten feet high rose. This shadow was also pressed against the head of Ying Long with a palm of her hand, stopping the Yinxia Guangyun chariot to stop.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuanzhuang felt around the body, and there were dense rules of the knife path, hair was cut off, the crown was cut off, and the holy armor was cut.

She looked up.

I saw that a light knife condensed by the rules of the knife path was already hanging above.

The terrible slash of the sword made her unable to move, as if locked by the eyes of death.

"Awesome Wuma horse nine lines."

The Emperor Yuan Zhen really knew that he would never be able to catch the knife, and he had no time to perform a life-saving ban. He had to close his eyes slowly.

"Boom."

Just when she thought she was going to die, there was a loud noise above her head, like a thunder blast.

The light knife was broken by Wusui Shenbi.

The next moment, she just felt a light body, opened her eyes, and saw Yuan Qianmo's handsome and handsome face. By the time her feet landed, she had already opened a long distance from the Yinxia Guangyun chariot.

Yuan Qianmo's arm was loosened from her waist, grabbing the Wusui magic pen that flew back, saying: "Wuma horse nine lines, your opponent is me."

In Yinxia Guangyun chariot, a mixed voice sounded: "Unfortunately, if she had not stopped for a moment, and unexpectedly, my first knife should be able to hurt you."

Yuan Qianmo said: "I thought that your nine horses and horses were the few people in the world who were qualified to confront me, but I didn't expect that your heart was so bad. There was a knife in the back, before the knife , The sword is already weak! "

"I also want to fight against you with great diligence. Unfortunately, for many years, apart from Yu Qiu, all the monks encountered came to kill me. It was like defeating a Zhuo Yunong on Ice King, but Attracted the aim of the entire Temple of Destiny. So many strong men in the Temple of Death gathered together, but you want me to attack the sword in the face, isn't it difficult for a strong man? "

Wuma Jiuxing wore a fiery red hair, walked out of the chariot, and flew down to Ying Long's head, exuding a masculine and overbearing momentum.

Xuetu shouted: "You and Yuanqianmo are fighting, the other great saints in the Temple of Death, we will deal with them."

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Blood Slaughter: "Perhaps, we will witness a historic moment today. The battle for the first person in **** is too exciting!"

"Battle! The battle is turned upside down. Who is the supremacy under the divine realm?" Master Yeyou said.

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You two say a word to me, the war intentions and momentum seem to be stronger than the original Qianmo and Wuma nine lines.

Zhang Ruochen understands that the masters of Blood Slaughter and Night Tour wanted to excite Yuanqian Mo and Wu Ma Jiu Xing. Only when the two men fought, could they have the opportunity. However, are Yuanqian Mo and Wu Ma Jiu Xing a ubiquitous generation? Most of them will be self-defeating and will stop them.

But listening to Yuan Qianmo's voice, he said, "Would you kill them first? Let's fight again?"

The blood slaughter and Night Tour Master's face changed dramatically, and he regretted it, and shut up immediately.

There is another chapter tonight.