On the Santu River, the waters are wide.

Space is chaotic, heaven is extinct.

Wentong Great God chose to shoot here, and he could hide from the sky and the gods could not perceive and calculate.

"Snapped!"

Divine King Rune cracked a gap again, heard Chu blood spitting blood in his mouth.

The one hundred and seven stone swords contain infinite magic powers, which can be turned into stone needles or giant swords. When each sword falls, it can split the star and split the world.

This is the power of the great god!

If it wasn't for the protection of the God King Rune, it was the four true gods who shot together. At this moment, they have already suffered a terrible defeat.

Prajna walked towards Xiaohei, the snow-white jade hand protruded like a phantom light, and grabbed the stone sword blade.

The stone sword was violently struggling, the sword was raspy, and a series of magic patterns and strange patterns emerged. But, if the fingerprints of Prajna 5 were immobile, the strength of the stone sword could not break her flesh and skin.

Xiaohei's round eyes, looking at Ban Ruo, were full of surprise.

No matter how powerful the stone sword is, no one knows it better.

A prajna that has become a **** after it can be so much stronger than it?

Xiao Hei slowly released his hand holding the hilt, and his heart was depressed and sad. I thought that the emperor would not be weaker than others in life, but I did not expect that in the end, even a yellow smoke would not be as good.

When it was in Kunlun, why did it put yellow smoke in its eyes?

Prajna grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the light of the gods circulated on his arm, suppressing the spirit contained in the stone sword, and said: "In those days, the twenty-four monuments of the God of War of the Xingtian Great God were shattered and turned into remnant stones. Take away these remnants, refining and casting 108 stone swords."

Zhang Ruochen looked at Ban Ruo's expression and momentum, and his heart was slightly agitated.

He walked over and asked, "One hundred and eight stone swords are controlled by the Godhead and Soul of Xingtian Great God. The fighting power is strong. How did you suppress the soul power in the stone sword and suppress it?"

The reason why Chi Xingtian’s cultivation at that time was so deep, that the twenty-four monuments of the God of War is equal to his star soul.

One can imagine how powerful the one-height stone sword is, how can it be like a new **** that can be confronted? Even if the power of fate is used, it cannot be suppressed.

Prajna's cultivation base can't be as strong as Xiaohei, and it can't be stronger than Divine Array.

"This is not the time to ask these questions, Xiaohei, with Zhang Ruochen leaving first."

Holding a stone sword, Prajna stepped on a rough Stygian river, with a graceful figure, flying out of the shade boat, and rushing into the sky with the 107 stone swords.

Even the true **** Wen Chu couldn't help but exclaim.

Even the **** king rune can't stop the stone sword. How dare the young Prajna goddess rush into the sword group?

What shocked the monks on the **** was that Prajna was not beheaded by the stone sword, but the two started to wrestle. Every time Shi Jian cuts into Prajna, he becomes hesitant and his power is greatly reduced.

She was like a scared fairy, wandering among the stone swords and her palms were shot from time to time.

"It seems that the Great God of Wentong did not dare to offend the Temple of Destiny, and kept his hands everywhere for the goddess of Prajna." Blood Tu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As a disciple of the God of Death, he would not dare to kill Wentong.

Zhang Ruochen didn't think so.

The great **** Wentong dared to ambush in the Santu River, and he had the courage to kill all of them.

How could you not dare to kill Prajna?

The only explanation is that the spirit power in the stone sword does not want to attack Prajna. The one hundred and eight stone swords are not fighting against Prajna, but against the distant God of Wentong.

When this happens, there is only one explanation:

Prajna refining the soul of the **** star that Chi Xingtian stayed in the Jiuli Temple.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen gave birth to more doubts.

The Jiuli Temple has long disappeared. When was it born?

Why did Prajna have the opportunity to get the God Star Soul of Chi Xingtian?

Lonely in his heart, Xiaohei grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrist, and opened his cat's mouth, saying: "Go, leave with the emperor, and once Wentong's old thief really takes action, no one can stop us."

"No need to."

Zhang Ruochen broke free from Xiaohei's arm.

"You don't run away?"

Xiao Hei was not surprised, after all, how could Zhang Ruochen leave behind the Prajna and escape alone? However, he is only a holy realm, and staying can only be a drag.

Xiaohei was about to force Zhang Ruochen away.

Zhang Ruochen patted Xiao Hei's shoulder and said, "You stay, help Prajna. I will run alone!"

At the moment of Xiao Hei Leng Shen, Zhang Ruochen had already flown to the railing of the Yin ship. The Vulcan armor covered the whole body. He turned around and sent out a mass of blood. Chi Tiantian’s will in the Xingtian jar has not been wiped out. You may carry some blood on your body and you may be less likely to be attacked."

Leaving this, Zhang Ruochen took the chain of holy qi from across the sky, grabbed the blood slaughter and Yan Ting, flew out of the **** king rune, and flew deep into the murky waters.

Holding the blood of God, Xiaohe still failed to return to God.

After a thousand years of absence, Zhang Ruochen has become so shameless?

Do not.

Can't say shameless.

It's too shrewd, so shrewd that it can't be touched, and at this moment, they have escaped without a shadow.

The distant sea.

Wentong Great God stood on the top of the thunderbolt mountain in the shape of a human head, gazing at Prajna with cold eyes, saying, "This goddess of fate is so powerful that he wants to take control of 108 stone swords right."

The Great God of Wentong, more than 300,000 years ago, was also a representative of the Yuanhui level.

Cultivating hundreds of thousands of more years, how can you put a young girl who just became a **** into your eyes?

However, the power in Prajna's body was strange, and the 108 stone swords did not attack her at all, but showed signs of being out of control. Even the Xingtian tank, which was stepped on by his feet, was shaken from time to time, and there was a whine in the tank.

The soul of Chi Xingtian has been refined for 100,000 years, and now the spirit will show signs of recovery.

"Interesting, interesting."

The Great God of Wentong is sure that there must be some kind of unusual relationship between the Prajna and the punishment of the chivalry 100,000 years ago.

"Wow!"

A blaze flew out of the shadow boat.

The Great God Wentong took a closer look and said, "Zhang Ruochen is going to flee, Kong Zhi, you go and take him. Be careful. Although Zhang Ruochen is still a holy realm, he is the originator, and his combat power cannot be underestimated."

"The God is assured, Zhang Ruochen can't escape."

The five false gods of the Nether Temple said in unison.

Standing among the five pseudo-gods is a six-meter-tall black-robed monk with a face full of flesh and a snake-like engraved engraved figure on his neck.

This monk is the empty wisdom.

When he was alive, he was a monk in the Western Heaven Buddha Realm. After his death, he became a corpse in the Santu River.

Later, Tuo became the Ming tribe.

The five pseudo-deities were transformed into five gods of light, chasing away from five different directions in the direction of Zhang Ruochen's escape.

Blood Tu was entangled by Zhang Ruochen's holy air chain, flying quickly on the water, without any fear in his heart, saying: "Brother assured, Wentong is a great god, but he still dare not treat me. My Master is God of death, he cannot afford to offend."

"On this Santu River, the Great God Wentong killed you, who knows?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The blood slaughter was speechless and no longer as optimistic as before.

Zhang Ruochen sensed the breath of the five pseudo-gods and looked back, saying: "Relax, his main goal is me, not you. It's just that after killing me, you will be wiped out."

Yan Ting was also wrapped in a chain of holy qi, and said angrily: "Our trip is very secretive, and I don't know who leaked the wind and passed the news to Wentong."

"It can't be the little people in the Holy Land on the Yin boat." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Ting was startled and thought of a possibility, saying: "You mean..."

Where do the monks from the Holy Land on the shadow ship get to contact people like Wentong?

The only possibility is that the owner of the Yin ship, the great **** of the impermanent ghost town, betrayed them.

Zhang Ruochen smiled coldly: "These treasures that I have in my hands, not to mention the great gods, are certainly interested even in the presence of King Feng."

"Uh!"

"Uh!"

...

Five false gods chased up.

Two of them flew over Zhang Ruochen's head and stopped in front.

The five shares of supernatural power turned into invisible power fluctuations and suppressed to Zhang Ruochen.

Both Xue Tu and Yan Ting changed their complexions.

"Brother, please bury Jin Baihu's shot." Blood Tu shouted loudly.

Hearing this, all the five false gods in the Nether Temple showed a horrified look, and quickly retreated to the distance, not daring to get too close to Zhang Ruochen.

All gods in Hell Realm know that Zhang Ruochen has become the leader of the burial of the Golden and White Tigers.

However, no one knows how powerful the burial of golden and white tigers can be in this era?

This uncertainty makes the true God fear.

"If you don't shoot, I will go first!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes locked on a false **** with bone wings on his back, rushed towards him, ready to break through.

The false **** retreated quickly.

However, the speed could not be compared with Zhang Ruochen, and was caught up in no time.

Zhang Ruochen's arm shot ~lightnovelpub.net~ Shi Taiping's cloud pusher was exhibited, his palms were golden and his power was surging. The ordinary palm is like a golden mountain in the shape of five fingers.

The pseudo-god is also struggling to make supernatural powers, and a palm in his hands condenses.

"Boom."

Hades burst.

The body protection of the false **** was dispelled, the body flew out, and a lot of blood was spilled.

It couldn't stop Zhang Ruochen's blow.

Where did Xue Tu and Yan Ting think that Zhang Ruochen was so powerful now, that the fighting power in the holy realm was nothing before.

"The secular myth is well-deserved." Yan Ting sighed.

There is a long shout in Kong Zhi's mouth: "If there is a great **** here, why fear a Zhang Ruochen? If the burial Jin Baihu dares to show up, today is its death."

"Great mercy Buddha!"

Kong Zhifei is at a high altitude, his hands folded.

Golden Buddha light radiated from his body and turned into a sea of ​​gold. In the sea of ​​gold, there are nine scenes of lotus flowers, heavenly Buddha images, ancient temples, and so on.

The golden ocean went from top to bottom and suppressed to Zhang Ruochen.

That momentum and strength fluctuated much stronger than the nine-tooth wolf god.

"It's Kongzhi, it's the first of the third-level pseudo-gods." Blood Tu reminded.

He and Yan Ting did not dare to have any chances of luck. The coming of the Nether Temple was so fierce that even the golden and white tigers wanted to kill. What could they two dare to kill?

Although they are the top powerhouses in the dunya, they can't help any.

Blood Slaughter was depressed in his heart, and he knew that he should lead the Holy Army, sweeping the Holy Land monks from all walks of heaven in the star battlefield, what dark abyss? Why was it inexplicably involved in God of War?

The world is too dark. The so-called gods can’t intervene in the secular world. They can’t believe at all. Absolute cultivation is the basis of strength.