Under the pressure of Gimhae, Blood Tu and Yan Ting were shocked by divine power and could only resist it desperately, without any counterattack.

Even at the critical moment, Zhang Ruochen still had leisure, glancing at the **** in the distance. The divine power there is far better than here, and for the existence of the great **** level, they can't support it for a long time.

This great **** came from Zhang Ruochen, and he naturally wanted to resolve the crisis himself.

Don't involve others.

"Quick battle and quick decision."

Zhang Ruochen attracted the original meaning, the rules of the origin between heaven and earth kept coming together, and the bright light of the origin broke out on his body, colliding with the golden sea falling from the sky.

"Boom!"

The boundless golden sea was torn apart by Zhang Ruochen into a huge hole.

"You go first, leave it to me here."

Zhang Ruochen shouted to Xue Tu and Yan Ting.

Yan Ting's eyes showed a strange color, looking at Zhang Ruochen, who was suspended on the water, against the golden Buddha Sea. At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, and him who had previously been on the Yin boat, were almost judged to be two.

"Leave, my brother is really handsome, but don't be obsessed."

Blood Tu released the giant stone altar, broke through the air locks of the five false gods, and escaped with Yan Ting, hurried away.

Today, the Temple of Nether is intended to kill everything, without leaving any troubles, and naturally will not let them escape.

One of the first-generation hypocrite, chasing up with the thunder hammer.

"Wow!"

The electric hammer waved out, and the sky was full of red lightning.

Blood Slaughter is not an easy generation, the speed of escape is very fast, the defense power of the giant stone altar is difficult to penetrate even if it is Shendian. However, the false **** is a false **** after all, getting closer and closer.

"Break open to the god."

The false **** of the first-born horn flew over the huge stone altar, the **** body was bigger than the altar, like a **** cloud covering the sky.

Blood Tu and Yan Ting looked up, and the two were swallowed by the shadow of the god's body.

Blood Tu looked up, his heart beating wildly, said: "It's over!"

"Poof!"

A splendid sword light chopped from outside the sky to divide the god's body in the sky into two.

The corpses of the two halves turned into two ten thousand-meter-long blood clouds, which fell from the sky. The blood of the gods sprinkled like raindrops, staining a large area of ​​water.

It wasn't anyone else who slashed this sword, but Zhang Ruochen who was fighting with Kong Zhi.

A sword spans thousands of miles and cuts the hypocrisy.

Blood Slayer knew that the false gods had strong vitality and could never have been beheaded, so he waved a net-shaped king sacred weapon, put half of the **** corpse into the net, dragged it back, and took the giant stone altar Suppress it.

"Return the god's body."

At the rear, half of the **** corpse with the **** source restores the sacred mind, restores the soul, and chases the giant stone altar in front.

"You're only half a hypocrite, why do I fear the emperor?"

Blood Slayer threw the reticulated kingly holy weapon in Yan Ting's hand, and the imprint of the eyebrow **** of war appeared, and a raging fire was condensed above his head, turning into a sea of ​​fire with a temperature of more than one million levels, and striking the half-god corpse.

Yan Ting stood on the giant stone altar and mobilized all his strength to suppress the half-corpse corpse in the net. His heart was shocked. The attack of the great god, the holy realm, the experience tonight is enough for her to remember her life.

The monks such as Prajna, Zhang Ruochen, and Blood Tu, no matter how strong or weak they are, have a breath on their bodies.

No fear of gods, no fear of heaven.

Even if the enemy far defeated them, they dared to fight.

As more and more original rules were mobilized, Zhang Ruochen's combat strength became stronger and stronger. He truly became the original messenger, and the water under him turned into a white sea of ​​light. When he collided with the sea of ​​gold condensed by Kong Zhi, he did not fall.

As for the other three pseudo-gods, Zhang Ruochen had been suppressed under the three supreme saints and could not move.

"White Tiger, help me, I must end the battle as soon as possible."

Zhang Ruochen communicated with the buried Jin Baihu.

However, the funeral Jin Baihu did not respond, as if he was not at his side at all.

The funeral Jin Baihu once said that he would never take action if it were not for life and death.

Zhang Ruochen didn't expect it to be so ruthless, so dangerous tonight, why can't he make an exception?

"Amitabha!"

Kong Zhi stepped on the lotus, crossed the space, stepped in front of Zhang Ruochen, and shot it in his right hand. There was a bright Sanskrit in the palm of his hand, containing ancient and mysterious power.

The space around Zhang Ruochen's body was like a pile of earth and stone. He was crushed by his palm and his body fell into nothingness.

"Why are my masters in time and space controlled by you in the space?"

Zhang Ruochen's arms spread out, and the broken space quickly coagulated.

However, Kong Zhi from above attacked again, pointed his finger, and said in his mouth: "A countless empty finger!"

This finger, like a sword, came straight out.

"Boom!"

Zhang Ruochen draws a circle with both hands, inducing the Promise of Promise, draws the mark of Tai Chi, and greets him from bottom to top.

Wu Zhi's fingertips hit the center of the Tai Chi imprint, and suddenly felt the space sink, the time around him quickly passed, and his face could no longer keep calm.

Zhang Ruochen's technique seems to be more mysterious than supernatural powers.

He tried to break free, but he was pulled by death.

Zhang Ruochen wrapped the Wise Wisdom into Tai Chi's imprint, as if it were packed into the space-time burden and threw it into the void space. In an instant, it was thrown thousands of miles away.

The three gods were suppressed by the hypocrisy under the supreme saint, and their faces changed in shock.

Where did you think Zhang Ruochen was so able?

Neither Kong Zhi is his opponent.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the direction of the Yin ship again, knowing that time was pressing, so he released the bitter insect from the copper coffin and turned it into three strands of insects, rushing towards the three false gods.

Afterwards, use the source God's eyes to explore the spatial context.

The spatial context on the Santu River is very complicated, and it is a very difficult task to perform divine steps.

However, only by using divine steps, can we quickly escape from the scope of the enlightenment of Wentong.

Taking Wentong Great Divine Cultivation as an act, even if the four true gods shot together, it was not enough for him to shoot with one hand. Burying the golden and white tigers, he could not escape his death, at most he could die with Wentong.

The only way for Zhang Ruochen to think of was to escape as soon as possible from the scope of Wentong Great God's divine exploration, and then use the "Six Ancestors' Interpretation of Zen" to return to Wentong Great God.

Six ancestors can scare the ghost master to mourn, and dare not to be arrogant.

No matter how strong Wentong is, he can’t be stronger than the ghost master. As long as the six ancestors show up, they can guarantee to resolve the crisis.

The God Eater crawls all over the bodies of the three pseudo-gods. They make strange noises in their mouths, releasing mental power interference, which can prevent the pseudo-gods from exploding from their source. This is the ability of the third generation of God Eater.

It's just that the God Eater hasn't fully evolved to the third generation, and the released spiritual power can only affect the last-generation pseudo-god.

If the monk of the Holy Land is here, he will instantly be insane and become mad.

The three false gods screamed, and the sound reached Wentong Great God's ears.

The Great God Wentong roared, flew up from the thunderbolt mountain in the shape of a human head, waved his hands and shot it out of the air, and turned into a magnificent handprint on the Divine King Rune.

"Slap!"

In an instant, the God King Rune cracked numerous times, and became tattered.

At the same time, a clone of his body flew out, rushing to the position where Zhang Ruochen was.

Gu Shehuanhuan rushed out of the **** and intercepted the avatar of Wentong.

"Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm and Zhang Ruochen are too close together. Do you think that he has the opportunity to break the curse and become a god-level figure in the future?"

The avatar of Wentong Great God is no different from that of the real body. It is magnificent and turbulent.

"The Great God has already decided to kill all of us, so why bother to talk so much nonsense?"

At the foot of Gu Shehuanhuan's crimson necromantic qi, which instantly spread for thousands of miles, with countless regular patterns, flowing on the white skin.

The avatar of Wentong Great God scorned and punched out.

"Boom!"

The spirit of Necromancer was cracked by fists, and the fists became huge like stars, hitting on Gu Shehuanhuan’s body. Suddenly, the regular divine lines were broken, and the white skin seemed to be broken into ceramics. Blood marks.

Luo Zu Yunshan Realm majored in demons and had a strong physical body, but with Gu Xiuhuan's practice as a true god, he was almost beaten by the punch of Wentong Great God.

"A true **** who hasn't even cultivated the world of God Realm, dare to challenge this seat?"

At the other end, Wentong Great God really shot, flicked out with one finger.

"Boom!"

There was a sacred spirit at the fingertips, which turned into ripples and impacted on Prajna. Suddenly, the prajna of the stone sword was being charged, and the **** body exploded and turned into a blood mist.

Wentong Great God flew over the Divine King Rune~lightnovelpub.net~ and stepped on it.

"Boom!"

The **** foot is like a world unfolding, the power of death spreads for millions of miles, and the distant Zhang Ruochen, Xue Tu, and Yan Ting are all shaken away, suffering different degrees of injuries.

The Divine King Rune finally exploded and turned into a particle of light, which was scattered on the water.

The shade boat below was split by the shock of the gods, turned into fragments, and sank to the bottom of the water.

Wen Chu and Xiao Hei's defenses were instantly broken down, and their skin and flesh exploded into two blood mists. In the blood mist, only the skeleton remains intact.

Life is not extinct.

In mid-air, the prajna's body was re-condensed in the blood mist, the pretty face was extremely pale, the breath was weak to the extreme, but his eyes were still fierce.

Wentong Great God withdrew all 108 stone swords and stared at the past. He was full of momentum and asked, "You have refined the God Star Soul of Chi Xingtian?"

Prajna bit a crystal-clear shell tooth and smiled coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, just extract your soul and study it carefully, and you will naturally find the answer."

Great God Wentong poked out his palm, and caught him in the air.

Wishes of spirits flew out of the body and flew toward his palm.

Suddenly, the change happened.

This is the 108 stone swords flying around the Great God of Wentong. Suddenly, the body of the sword trembles, the sword screams, and the tip of the sword points to the center.

The face of Wentong Great God changed, and he quickly stopped ingesting the prajna-like spirit, propped up the phoenix gas shield, and resisted the 108 stone swords from the attack, flew all the stone swords out.

"Roar!"

In the distance, the thunder and lightning mountains in the shape of a human head sent out a terrifying roar.

The surface of the water set off huge waves.

"The God of Xingtian is finally awake!" Prajna fell from midair, standing on a piece of shady ship, looking towards the direction of the Thunder Mountain.