In the last chapter, I wrote a wrong name, not "Yun Zhongjun", but "Yun Zhongsheng".

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The powerful forces surging from the corpses in the clouds, such as a violent wind and a shower of rain, vented and shattered Feng Yan's avatar.

At the same time, popping sounds were heard in the other two directions.

The other two Supreme Masters in Confucianism also burst into flesh and turned into blood mist. The terrifying energy vented to all directions, so that the dense road locks on the island appeared.

On the ground, there were three shocking **** pits.

The three Supreme Masters are not self-destructive holy sources, but were repaired as powerful monks and killed with ancient secrets. If it is a self-destructing holy source, even if Fengyan has the cultivation base of the demigod peak, I am afraid that it will be seriously injured or even fall.

Only the two priests of the sixty-ninth stage of the early spiritual power, exhibited the spiritual power escape technique, and retreated to a distance, saving their lives. However, they were both trembling and terrified, staring at Feng Yan's eyes, horrified and angry.

They believed that it was Feng Yan who killed the three priests in the Confucian world.

"Emperor Yan, your shot is too fierce. What kind of hatred do we have in the Confucian world? You deceive people too much!" One of the sixty-ninth stage early spiritual power sages, his face ruefully said.

Another Great Sixty-ninth Spiritual Great Sage burst into tears and said sadly: "The Confucian world just wants to avenge the rams and herdsmen. Why is there any sin?"

Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, and he knew the mid-meter.

"Careful, hurry back." Behind, the voice of Shu Qianchi sounded.

Feng Yan sensed the dangerous breath and was about to retreat. A white light appeared in the six pupils.

Twenty-four sacred swords of the emperor's holy weapon blessed with bright divine power came from twenty-four different directions.

"Uh! Uh! Uh ..."

Each sword is of the quaternary level of the four-element king, made of the same material. The inscriptions on the sword are related to each other.

These twenty-four battle swords are called "the twenty-four judgment sword formations."

Twenty-four elders at the Judgment Palace are in charge, all of whom are supremely cultivated into the realm.

Twenty-four war swords were urged at the same time, and the inscriptions on the war swords escaped, connected and interwoven into a sword net, combining the power of the war swords.

Twenty-four Supreme Saints shouted in unison: "Cut Feng Yan and avenge the Great Saint of Confucianism."

"Boom!"

Twenty-four war swords flew by, and Fengyan's purple-cyan chaotic sea area was torn apart, like paper, which could not resist in an instant.

Feng Yan's six arms waved at the same time, either hit the holy weapon, or cast the holy art, and confronted the twenty-four war swords. However, it only took three breaths to support his body defense.

A war sword flew over the edge of his left head, leaving a deep blood mouth, and the head was almost cut off.

The blood vessels in the neck were broken and blood was flowing like a spring.

Another war sword, struck in his chest, was blocked by layers of holy light, but still hit Feng Yan with a severe pain in his internal organs and his body backwards dozens of steps.

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There are too many war swords, and each handle is urged by the Supreme Master.

The War Sword also forms a sword array, breaking the Dao realm, attacking the flaws, slashing the flesh and striking the Holy Soul, even if Feng Yan has three heads and six arms, he can't stop it, and he is frequently injured and dangerous.

It is even more impossible to return to the circle. A war sword blocked his retreat.

The twenty-four elders of the Judgment Palace flew from all sides and fell outside the Qingli Garden.

They all wore white holy robes, their faces were old, their faces wrinkled, and their flesh glowed like jade. The youngest one is more than eight thousand years old. The oldest one is 24,000 years old.

They pinched their sword fingers and manipulated the holy sword.

"Revenge for Tao Youyun Zhongsheng."

"Cut Fengyan, Master Chen Tiantu can't die in vain."

"Judgment Palace is evil!"

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Known as evil by the other party, it caused a flame of no name to burst into Fengyan's body, and was completely disappointed with the Temple of Light.

"Second brother, I will help you."

Xiang Chunan rushed out of the circle, with a continuous flow of holy energy in his palms, and sacrificed the metal magic crown.

The magic crown became so huge that it released a mighty magic power. In the rotation, it formed layers after layer of the giant wave of supreme power, impacting on the twenty-four trial sword array.

"The power of light purifies magic energy." An elder in the Judgment Palace shouted so loudly.

"Oh!"

Half of the twenty-four battle swords flew towards Xiang Chunan, and violently collided with the metal magic crown.

The sound of metal impact is like the collision of countless planets. If the ordinary monk of the Holy Land is on the island, it will be cracked by the sound wave and the Holy Spirit will be broken.

The supreme holy weapon is in the hands of the strong man at the top of the demi-god, and has immense power. Xiang Chunan blasted the twelve swords of war and joined together with Fengyan.

The night was illuminated by the holy light of the sea, and the bright moon in the sky seemed rather faint.

Many monks who came to participate in the Red Dust Conference gathered in the nearby waters of this island.

The lord of the northern world, which dominates the world's ruins, is a mysterious figure, sitting in a sub-god-class warship, without showing up. However, his two waiters, standing on the deck of the battleship, are both great sages no more than three thousand years old, and have reached the level of demigods.

The emperor of the Wujin civilization, carrying his hands, stood above a black altar hundreds of feet high. Behind him, there are countless figures, all exhaling a strong sense of the Holy Word.

The East dominates the Pangu world, and a large number of monks came to the nearby sea to watch the battle. They stood on a sacred mountain. The sacred mountain stands in the sea, and there is a ray of mist floating in the mountain, which is like a fairy painting.

Although there are some monks in the Pangu world who challenge the strong factions in the heaven realm, they cannot participate too deeply as the master of the world. More monks regard the matter tonight with a bystander mentality.

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"This bully in the heaven world is also bullying too hard. The twenty-four trial sword array is claimed to suppress the representatives of the Yuanhui level. How can it be easily mobilized?"

"All the heaven camps are here. What's so strange about mobilizing the twenty-four trial sword array?"

"Who is this for? Do you scare us?"

The two attendants of the lord of the Wanxu world talked on the battleship, and they saw the deep meaning of the heaven world, with a cold look on their faces.

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Zhang Ruochen also walked out of the circle, but instead of ignoring the twenty-four elders in the Judgment Palace, he went to pick up the three soldiers and sacred sources left behind by the three supreme realms of Confucianism.

The soldiers of the Supreme Saints are naturally not low-grade, and each piece is worth the city.

In the Green Pear Garden, the monks of the Tianlong Realm and the Book World, worried about the safety of Feng Yan and Xiang Chunan, were shocked when they saw Shu Qianchi doing this.

What time is it, why is he still thinking about collecting treasures?

Ao Xukong said: "It stands to reason that the 24th Judgment Sword Array is dominated by the Judgment Palace Grand Master using the Judgment Sword to explode its strongest power. Now, they do not have the Judgment Sword or the Demigod Peak Dominated by the strong, the power of the sword array will be greatly reduced. Perhaps we can use the power of the Rune to break it and help the Young Master and the Rock Emperor escape. "

Linglong Fairy shook her head and said, "No, Mr. Shu said, our biggest threat is the peach blossom, and the Rune cannot be moved lightly."

"Mr. Book ..."

Ao Xukong looked at Shu Qian Qian, his eyelids jumped, revealing surprise.

I saw that after picking up the treasures left by the three Supreme Masters of Confucianism, Shu Qianchi suddenly attacked the sixty-ninth spiritual masters of Confucianism.

The two great sages of Confucian spiritual power, when they thought that Shu Qianchi was so courageous that he couldn't touch it, he hadn't exerted a counterattack yet, but he was already held in the hands by Shu Qianchi.

Shu Qianchi took their spiritual power holy objects forcibly and then carried them back to Qingliyuan.

"Boom!"

Zhang Ruochen was a hundred feet away from Qingli Garden, and suddenly a figure fell from the sky, fell to the ground, and trampled the earth into countless lines.

In the center of the crack, stood a handsome white man, tall and thin, with white hair.

Under his feet, there is a circle of divine patterns undulating, and above his head, there is a star soul Constellation composed of fifteen planets. The spirit emitted by the Star Soul God seat spanned nine days, and fell on him, with a divine power that shook the monk's heart to Zhang Ruochen.

"God? No, it's a false god."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes became solemn, without panic, and threw the two Confucian spiritual masters in his hands.

It is not only monks who have refined the source of the gods and transformed into the body of the gods, they are called "false gods".

There is also a kind of pseudo-god, a powerful sacred physique, who refines the complete soul of the **** star, transforms the sacred soul into the soul of the god, and controls a complete star soul constellation. .

Although they are great sages, however, in the starry sky near the star soul constellation, they can explode in the power of pseudo-god level.

"I am the Judge of the Judgment Palace. In my capacity, I shouldn't have shot you. However, you dare to capture the master of the Judgment Palace and challenge the authority of the Temple of Light. Today, I have to kill you anyway. "" The judgment **** made the voice like a sword, so cold and cold.

Zhang Ruochen was not intimidated by the other party's divine power and said: "The God Envoy misunderstood. I didn't capture the Great Palace Master. I just invited her to Qingliyuan as a guest."

"In this case, let her come out, and the monks of the Judgment Palace are very worried about her safety." The Judge of the Judgment approached Zhang Ruochen step by step, and the expression at his feet turned into the ocean.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the swelled sea, shrugged, and said, "She is the master of the Judgment Palace, how could you listen to me. Better, you call her to try it?"

"Forget it ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I don't want to listen to your sophistry anymore, I still cut you first, then shoveled the Qingliyuan, and naturally I can save the palace master." Very weak, but the murderous surge in his eyes.

Zhang Ruochen quickly retreated, saying: "Gods intervene in the secular world, aren't you afraid of Tiantiao punishment?"

"The God Envoy is not involved in the secular world, but just wants to save the Grand Master. Moreover, the God Envoy suspects that you are also a false **** and you have to try your strength."

The Judge of the Judgment ignited the power of the Star Soul, protruding his right hand and scratching his fingers.

A tens of feet long god's hand appeared above Zhang Ruochen's head, confining the space and calming the rules of heaven and earth. It was powerful and not weaker than the attack by the false god.

(Do you think that the strength of the Judgment Palace is too strong? In fact, in the setting, this is only part of the strength of the Judgment Palace. Just like the Death Shrine, one of the twelve houses of the Temple of Destiny, you can easily mobilize the ten half gods. Same. This is not the full strength of the Death Shrine!)

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