To Wuma Jiuxing, whether this Zhang Ruochen is true or not, it is no longer important.

Importantly, the unexpected appearance of this person completely exposed him and Qiankun Yiqitang, and he is destined to be unable to stay in **** in the future.

It is imperative that seizing the artifact is the business.

Just as Wuma Jiuxing was preparing to cross the Blood Lake and head to Sword Island. On the surface of the Blood Lake, there was a sound of water, waves cascading, and a thick blood mist rose at the same time.

The starry sky above the Blood Lake, strange, also turned bloody.

The monks at the top of the altar were terrified and trembled. The vision in front of them was very scary. The air seemed to smell bloody.

As if the ancient monsters were about to be born, they wanted to devour all beings.

Even though Wuma Jiuxing had reached the real state of God, the change in front of him still shocked him, felt the insidious breath, stared at Jiandao, and did not dare to act lightly.

Chi Yao, who changed into Zhang Ruochen's appearance, really wanted to cross the Blood Lake and board the Sword Island. However, at the critical moment when the Blood Spirit Fairy was breaking through, she had to protect her law temporarily.

"Wujima nine lines, if you dare not land on the sword island, you should leave quickly. Otherwise, the Blood Spirit Fairy will break into the realm, and I will join forces with him. You can't get away if you want to." Chi Yaozhen said.

A whimper flashed in the eyes of Wuma Jiuxing, and then the bronze sword "Welcome to the Sky" was called out, saying, "Whether you are Zhang Ruochen or not, today, I will give it a try, you have some color."

If this Zhang Ruochen in front of him is just a bluff, he still has the opportunity to kill all the monks present.

In the hands of the sky, the momentum of Wuma Jiuxing increased greatly, and the endless number of rules of the rule of the sword channel emerged from the body, turning into a god-knife visible to the handle.

The monks in the Temple of Death, mother-in-law, and others have already taken the opportunity to escape from another direction to the boulder altar.

The two true gods, once fighting, the nearby space must become a place of ferocity.

Even the great saints never dreamed of living.

"Booming."

Suddenly, the entire megalithic altar was enveloped by two mighty clouds of gods.

In the clouds, the multitude of exquisite swords and excaliburs collided, and a harsh wind broke.

"Oh!"

"what……"

The two dead shrines, the Supreme Holy One and the original silence of Wan Siyi, fled a little slower, and were hit by the sword lightsaber shadow. They were torn apart on the spot and turned into two mists of blood.

At such a critical moment, there is no monk to understand the illusion of the semi-sacred realm. It was the Master of the Night Tour, who found a ghost hand, twisted him, and escaped from the boulder altar.

A group of monks fled to the place where the battle of the gods could not reach, and then stopped.

"The back of Qiankun Yiqi Hall is actually supported by the sword **** world. This matter must be reported to the Temple of Destiny, kill the monks of Qiankun Yiqi Hall and push the nine horses of Wuma to the Temple of Deity." Dasheng, said angrily.

"Zhang Ruochen has already reached the divine realm, and sending a detachment to sneak into the **** realm must have a plot, and this matter must be falsely accused."

...

The Temple of Death suffered heavy losses, and the surviving sacred saints were so sorrowful that they put all their hatred on Wu Ma Jiu Xing and Zhang Ruochen.

Emperor Yuanzhen looked at the boulder altar in the distance, and sighed sadly.

Illusion is like a puppet, and it is held in the hands of the master of the night tour. There is no trace of sadness due to the death of the original silence, and the eyes are extremely deep and restrained.

He is very clear that at present he must not reveal the secret that he is Yuanqianmo.

Because Yuanqianmo has countless treasures and wealth, hidden in a secret place only known to him, this is his capital to return to the peak of **** in the future.

Huanzhen's qualifications are extraordinary, it is his own training, but also the original master.

As long as he is given a thousand years, Yuan Qianmo has confidence and cultivates to a stronger level than he does now.

However, once the monk of the Temple of Death knows that he is the original Qianmo, how can he keep the treasures and wealth he once owned by virtue of his semi-sacred state of cultivation?

Losing a powerful practice, Yuanqianmo can't believe any monks now.

Including Emperor Yuan Zhen.

Emperor Yuanzhuang's eyes fell on Master Yeyou and moved to the fantasy in his hands, saying, "Senior Yeyou, fantasy is a monk in the Temple of Death. What do you want him to do?"

Master Yeyou said: "Girl, are you blind? This master is obviously trying to save him. The monks in the Temple of Death can't help but can't save this master?"

Yuan Zhen really said: "If the predecessor was sincere to help, Yuan Yuan is here to express his gratitude on behalf of the Temple of Death. Now, I still ask the senior to let him go."

"Let it go."

Master Yeyou stiffened his neck and said, "People who the Master saved by his own skill, why would you put it back and put it back? From now on, he is a Master's disciple."

A Supreme Master of the Temple of Death, angrily said, "You travel to the old man by night, you are a casual repairer, dare the enemy of the Temple of Death be the enemy?"

"Who said that this master was a casual repair? This master is now a guest of the Blood Peer family. If you have the ability, let the gods of the Temple of Death come to the Blood Peer family to be important."

The master of the night tour this time was unexpectedly tough, and the monks of the Temple of Death actually took him for granted.

After all, the Temple of Death suffered heavy losses and was wounded. It is even better to know that Begonia's mother-in-law repairs are powerful and can break the rules of the true God, and dare not run into them.

In the end, the monk at the Temple of Death left a few harsh words, claiming that he must pay the price of the night tour saint and the blood sacrifice family, then he would no longer care about the illusion and left.

Yuan Qianmo realized more clearly what it means to be warm and cold, and to leave the tea cool. If his true body is still alive, how could these monks in the Temple of Death so easily discard the illusion?

Now, falling into the hands of the old ghost of the night tour master, let Yuan Qianmo, who is full of expectations for the future, feel a little uneasy.

The seven-handed old man was curious and asked, "Old mallet, why do you offend the Temple of Death for a semi-holy?"

"What do you know? This kid is not an ordinary semi-sage, but a master of the source. The holy spirit is washed by the power of the source for many years and contains endless mysteries. As long as it consumes his soul, it can make up for many of my ghosts. Insufficient, and this time in the source temple, the master became a god, is just around the corner. "Master Ye You sneered.

As long as it helps to enter the realm of God, let alone offend the temple of death, even if it offends the temple of fate, he dares.

After all, without God, he would not have lived for years!

Hearing Master Yeyou's words, Huanzhen's body trembled, her face full of panic.

Unfortunately, he was speechless.

The thick cold and ghostly spirit of Master Yeyou, frozen his body as if it were ice, could not open his mouth.

Master Yeyou said with a smile: "To be honest, this master would not dare to offend the Temple of Death in this way if he did not join the Blood Master Family. But now, the Master has the Blood Master Family to support him, and the Blood Master God is the backer, afraid What does the Temple of Death do? As long as you hide in the blood sacrifice family and cultivate your spiritual strength to the 70th level, the blood sacrifice **** will fully protect me. Will the temple of death slay with the blood sacrifice because of a semi-sacred disciple? Haha! "

The imaginary body shivered even more.

The master of the night tour frowned, and two ghosts of fire sprang up in his eyes, staring at him, saying: "Afraid? What is the use of fear? Your Master Yuanqian Mo was trampled to death by Wu Ma Jiujian, you still go with him Come on! "

Immediately, the master of the night tour opened his mouth so large that he was as big as a washbasin.

"Wow!"

A sacred soul containing the light of the origin flew out of the phantom and was swallowed in his stomach.

The ghost family originally relied on devouring the soul, strengthening themselves, and refining a semi-sacred sacred soul. For the night tour master, it couldn't be easier.

After a short while, the master of the night tour finished refining, and a faint light of origin appeared on the ghost.

The monks present were taken lightly, and it was no surprise.

Ghost cultivation, devouring the soul, is normal.

The ghosts and the lower three races often have conflicts because of such things.

The seven-handed old man asked, "Did he get his memory? He is a disciple of Yuanqianmo, saying that he does not necessarily know the secret of Yuanqianmo."

The first figures, such as "God Chu Volume", have wealth and treasures that are absolutely comparable to gods.

Master Yeyou shook his head and said, "How can this kid's memory be sealed by the gods of the Death Temple?"

The seven-handed old man showed disappointment.

Master Yeyou sneered, how could this master tell you the truth?

In fact, after the night tour master devoured the imaginary holy spirit, he really gained some sporadic memories and was not sealed by the gods. Those memories are short, just pictures.

Looking for the remaining memories of the fantasy real, maybe some good things can be found.

"Leave his body to me. This is the flesh and blood of the person in charge of the source, and it should have many benefits to me."

The seven-handed old man turned into a body, opened his mouth to open the blood basin, swallowed the whole icy cold body, chewed it into flesh, and swallowed it.

Master Yeyou stared at the seven-handed old man and smiled gloomily: "If the Temple of Death is really a **** family celebrity, it is said that the fantasy was really killed by the Cairo Master of Heaven! We must unify the calibre and resist the death."

The Cairo regional division standing next to Ale, gritted his teeth, resentful.

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There were two words. After Bai Qinger grabbed Zhang Ruochen into the megalithic building, the soft and tender body revolved around Zhang Ruochen's back like a snake.

The cold jade finger was pressed against Zhang Ruochen's brows, like the tip of a sword there.

Bai Qinger's body is very soft, UU reading www.uukanshu.com emits fragrance, the two warmths pressed on his back are full of elasticity, and the white face leans against his ear, but Zhang Ruochen can't give birth at all. Evil thoughts and attention are focused on the brows.

Bai Qinger's weak voice sounded in Zhang Ruochen's ears, and said, "I know that funeral gold and white tiger may be shot at any time, but you tell it that I can kill you before it can kill me."

Zhang Ruochen calmed down quickly and said, "Why did you catch me?"

"Did you forget the bet between us? This is the third time I have caught you?" Bai Qinger laughed.

As soon as she laughed, she coughed violently, and the blood from her mouth ran down Zhang Ruochen's neck.

Bai Qinger's face was getting paler, weak and serious, saying: "I must heal the injury as quickly as possible, so I need to drink your blood, to be more precise, the white earth in your blood."

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