The sea area where Guixu is located is vast and boundless.

Heaven and earth are red, like a flaming copper furnace.

The monks of heaven and **** stood on islands to watch the battle.

These islands, formed by the aggregation of the corpses of ancient behemoths and silt, looked haunted and angry, with different shapes and a breath of death. It is a pity that the time in the past is too long, and the corpse of this giant has lost its due value, just like the stone.

In today's battle, blood slaughter and Zhenyuan are fighting for the ownership of one of the ten realms, "Fire Cloud Realm."

Watchers stand in the sea thousands of miles away.

The master of the Temple of Destiny is like a cloud, headed by the temple goddess Prajna, gathered on a bone island shaped like an eagle wing. They are either lifeless, or breathless, or breathy and cold, all of them are the top strong under the divine realm.

Zhuo Yunong and the sergeant Sidasheng from his seat stood on the left side of the eagle wing and said: "This Zhenyuan is really impressive, and he actually cultivated the Five Elements Wood Way to the point of fascination. Among the strong, his strength is enough to rank in the top five. "

On the whole island, only Prajna was sitting alone.

Under her, is a blood jade flying dragon chair, wearing a dark blue robe, her skin is like immortal jade and fat, and there is a Styre flowing around her, her long black hair swaying in the wind, and her strength is magnificent.

In Prajna's hands, he holds a staff, and there are countless rules of fate flowing around the staff, which can affect space, time, light and darkness, origin, truth, reality, seven emotions and six desires.

This is the stick of fate.

With this staff, in the first battle of the Battle of the Ten Realms, her eighteen staff defeated the representative of the battle of Chu Qian, Megatron, and the world's monks realized that the temple of destiny was not only lacking, but also the goddess. It is a great powerhouse.

Thousands of years ago, Zhuo Yunong did not put the young Prajang in his eyes, but now his cultivation is further, but he is extremely afraid of Prajna, with a look of awe in his speech.

A sergeant from the Ruling Division came over and knelt on one knee: "His Royal Highness Goddess, Qing Xunyun, deputy leader of the Blood Emperor Demon Camp, seeks advice."

"Oh? Let him come." Ban Ruo lowered his eyebrows and said lightly.

Qing Xunyun walked over quickly and was frightened by the spirit of Prajna. With his cultivation approaching the peak of the demigod, he couldn't help but bow his head and bowed to salute, saying: "See the goddess."

"Speak, what is it?"

Ban Ruo didn't look at him, still staring at the battlefield in the distance.

"Zhang Ruochen is back!" Qing Xunyun said.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yunong and the monks of the Judgment Division were all surprised.

Ban Ruo finally turned his gaze back to Qing Xunyun.

Suddenly, the pressure on Qing Xunyun's body surged, and he only felt the eyes of Her Royal Highness, as if thousands of swords were stabbing on her body, and quickly said: "I'm still not sure, but, just now, there is indeed a deep cultivation The unpredictable man, came to Guixu with Xia Yu and Chi Kongle. "

The atmosphere on the whole island became very dignified.

Prajna was calm, and stood up and walked to Qingxunyun, saying, "Why did you tell this to the goddess?"

The invisible pressure was stronger, and Qing Xunyun said: "Zhang Ruochen's father is a traitor to the Temple of Destiny. And Zhang Ruochen is the sinner who created the vision of 'turning the river of life and flooding the temple'. , To rescue the Lord of the Temple of Death, most of Zhang Ruochen also contributed from it. Since he appeared, I think the Temple of Destiny should take action. "

"So, are you here to report?" Prajna said.

Qing Xunyun said: "Every monk who damages the interests of the Temple of Destiny will be blamed."

"I know, you retreat!" Prajna said.

Qing Xunyun added a sentence, saying: "His Royal Highness must be shot as soon as possible, otherwise Zhang Ruochen will be hidden in the dark, it will be difficult to deal with!"

"Do you need to teach this goddess to do things?"

Prajna's eyes glared at him, chilling out, and Qing Xunyun's face changed.

Qing Xunyun did not dare to speak again, bowed his hand and saluted, and quickly retreated.

Zhuo Yu Nongdao: "His Royal Highness, I will take the monk of Judgment Division to capture him."

"Who catches?" Prajna said.

Ban Ruo's eyes are very sharp, and even characters like Zhuo Yunong dare not look at her. He glanced away and said, "Nature is Zhang Ruochen."

Prajna shook his head and said, "Joke! Even Qing Xunyun himself is not sure. The monk he saw was Zhang Ruochen. Obviously someone wanted to use the Temple of Destiny to test the true identity of a strong man."

Zhuo Yunong thought for a moment, and immediately understood, his eyes sinking, and said, "His Royal Highness is intelligent, it is Rain Farmer who has taken the risk! But this Qing Xunyun dare to use the Temple of Destiny, so bold."

"what!"

Ban Ruo's eyes, looking to a sub-god-class warship in the distance, Zhang Ruochen, Xia Yu, and Chi Kongle all stood on it.

The other monks in the Temple of Destiny also found the sub-god-class warship, with a pair of eyes, looking into the past.

The identity of the mysterious man who appeared with Xia Yu and Chi Kongle was too questionable and attracted the attention of monks from all sides. Of course, for more monks, the focus is still on the blood slaughter and Zhenyuan in the fierce battle.

In the battlefield.

The twelve wings spread out on the back of the blood slaughter, and turned into twelve blood gas clouds, covering the sky hundreds of miles away. In front of him, a huge stone altar was flying, opposite the supreme holy weapon shot by Zhenyuan. bump.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

The collision between the giant stone altar and the holy sacrificial tremor caused the earthquake to tremble, and the sea water turned upside down, forming a regular wave of holy path, which turned thousands of miles into a restricted area.

Zhang Ruochen recognized that the megalithic altar held by Blood Slaughter was the one in the Temple of Origin, which preserved the endless years and immortality.

At the beginning, he knew that this altar was by no means ordinary, but it was a pity that it could not be taken away.

Who would have thought that the blood slaughter had such a great chance to become the master of the giant stone altar.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Ruochen asked Xia Yu: "Did this guy become so powerful? I thought he died in the Temple of Origin."

Xia Yu looked unkind and said: "It is said that the blood slaughter fell thousands of years ago in a secret place in the source temple. Where did it get a great chance. The main body of the source temple was brought back to the death palace by the **** of death, Accidentally found him in the secret place, and accepted him as a disciple. "

"Become a disciple of God of Death? Good luck, a little interesting." Zhang Ruochen nodded gently.

Xia Yu snorted: "He only touched your luck. If it were not for you to take him into the Yuanyuan Temple, how could he have today? Without the help of the Master, could he get the God of Blood and Flames in Kunlun Realm? inherited?"

"It's all his own chance, it has little to do with me." Zhang Ruochen said.

Xia Yu said: "With the death **** Venerable as a backer, the blood slaughter has not taken the **** clan family into consideration at all, and has never admitted that he is a disciple of the master, claiming to be the massacre war emperor."

"Dare you call God of War God before you reach the state of God?" Zhang Ruochen was surprised, it was really unimaginable, how far the blood slaughter swelled.

The battle in the distance has become fierce.

A loud roar came from the blood slaughter: "The world is open, the God of War is back."

A blood-red flame erupted in the blood carcass, and turned into a sea of ​​fire at his feet.

In the sea of ​​fire behind him, a phantom of the great **** of war rising up.

The phantom, like having life, made a deafening howling that shocked the spectators thousands of miles away, all of which were stinging eardrums.

The God of Blood Flame is one of the thirteen Gods of War of the undead blood race 100,000 years ago. During the God of War, it fell into the Kunlun Realm.

Blood Tu has inherited his seal of God of War, and now he can fully use the power of the seal.

Xia Yu said: "The blood purgatory fire of purgatory is already very powerful. Later, he also practiced the blood flame fire of the blood flame war **** and the blood flame of the goddess of death god. Call it the Holocaust. "

"As you can see, this kind of flame is indeed very strong, and the temperature is close to one million. His strength is really a representative of the Yuanhui class, and he can compete with the false gods. Two times. Perhaps it can become the first strong man in the **** world. Unfortunately, in this era, dragons and snakes compete, heroes come out in large numbers. "Zhang Ruochen said.

Xia Yu said: "In this game, **** should win again, and the monk in heaven will be defeated!"

"Not necessarily." Zhang Ruochen said.

Xia Yu puzzled and said, "Unless it is a genius of the Yuan Hui level like Yin and Yin Yuanchen, who can be the opponent of the blood slaughter in this state?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "The blood fire of this body of blood slaughter is not trivial. Obviously, the rules of the five elements of fire are enchanting. With the imprint of the blood **** of war, even if it is lacking and Yin Yuanchen, if he wants to defeat him, it can not be done easily.

"In this case, do you think that the monk in heaven still has a chance to win?" Xia Yu said.

Zhang Ruochen remained silent and stared at Zhenyuan.

Under the divine realm, Zhenyuan is one of the few monks who makes it difficult for Zhang Ruochen to see through.

Even Yin Yuanchen didn't give him such a feeling.

Facing the violent attack of the blood slaughter, the town of Yuanyuan became unsurprised. First, he used the five-element wooden rule to evolve into a lush divine forest and hid in it.

"Haha! Among the five elements, Huojiongkemu. Although you are in the spirit of the five elements, you will definitely be defeated by the emperor."

Blood Tu Tuchang laughed, and controlled the sea of ​​fire at his feet, rushing to Shenmu Forest.

However, it was then that strange sounds of water flowing in the Shenmu Forest became louder and louder, like rivers running.

"Wow!"

Dozens, hundreds, and thousands of rivers flowed out of the Shenmu Forest.

The water in the rivers is not ordinary water, but is formed by the condensed divine patterns of the five-element water way.

Zhenyuan wore a robe and stood astutely on the top of a river's water waves, raising his voice: "Huo Kemu, but the water kills the fire."

"You actually cultivated the Five Elements Water Way to the point of being enchanted." Blood Turtle showed shock ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Not just Blood Turtle, all the spectators in Heaven and Hell were shocked.

Sacred monks, who can cultivate a kind of sacred path to the point of being enchanted, are already extremely rare, and can be called the ultimate existence under the divine realm. Even the quasi-Yuanhui-level representatives can explode the fighting power of the Yuanhui-level representatives.

At the same time, the two holy ways are cultivated to the point of being enchanted. It has not been unprecedented in history, but it is very rare.

It is even rarer than Yuanhui genius.

Zhenyuan draws a circle with his arms, and a five-element mark appears on his head, and he says: "Do you think that only you can be enchanted by the fire? Sanmei is really fire."

A flame spit out of Zhenyuan's mouth in three colors and turned into a thousand-mile long river of flames, which rushed towards the blood slaughter. The space was burned and twisted.

That magnificent power, I wonder how many monks were horrified.

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