Xiaohei and Wenchu, who re-condensed the god's body, both showed joy, and they were really in a desperate situation.

The lightning-shaped mountain in the shape of a human head is the Xingtiancan.

That is the head of the Kunlun world punishment god.

"Prick!"

On the surface of the sea, an electro-optical light with a brightness 100 times higher than that of ordinary thunder and lightning turned into a dragon snake, which quickly spread over and hit the Wentong Great God.

Wentong Great God's eyes are long and narrow, and his eyes are full of cold colors.

The gas of death formed a great wall in front of him, blocking the electricity.

"Chi Xingtian! You have been refining you for 100,000 years, and your spiritual will has not been wiped out yet. Good! Very good, to see how big a wave you can turn today!" Wentong said in a deep voice.

"Boom."

The Great Wall condensed by the air of death was broken, and the thunder and lightning condensed into a raging dragon claw.

In the eyes of Wentong Great God, two divine lights flew out, smashing the angry dragon.

However, the 108-handed stone sword was wrapped in thunder and lightning. On the sword body, the light rose sharply, and the demon qi was violent, and it turned into a sword array and slashed down to Wentong.

It is the head of Chi Xingtian, who personally controls the stone sword and exerts his offensive power.

After being practiced for 100,000 years, my heart was filled with anger.

The thunder and lightning mountain in the shape of a human head opened his mouth and shouted a hoarse voice: "Fight to the end."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

...

The prestige of the stone sword is far superior to the previous one.

The sword is not sharp, but heavier than the stars.

Even with the existence of the Great God of Wentong, he was continually retreated by the stone sword, and the world of Divine Realm propped up shattered within a mile.

Zhang Ruochen put away the Devouring Insect Swarm and quickly fled to the distance.

Blood Tu and Yan Ting followed.

This level of confrontation is enough to fight the annihilation of the starry sky. With the cultivation of their holy realm, they are too close and dangerous.

"It's a terrible punishment, only one head is left, it has been refined for 100,000 years, and the fighting power is still so terrible." Wen Chu moved, not daring to stay here for long, and turned into a divine light to chase Zhang Ruochen and three people.

Gu Shehuanhuan looked at the thunder and lightning mountains above the head of the person, and the figure of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm Demon Guardian appeared in his mind, and he thought in his heart: "If you can make the body of the Demon Guardian unite, fight How strong is it?"

Ban Ruo's face, always dignified, saw some clues and said: "Wen Tong is worthy of being a first-class character in the Nether Temple. His cultivation is unfathomable. Let's go and leave the place quickly."

She and Xiaohei stepped out of their spirit steps.

In one step, it reached 129,600 miles away.

However, they took only one step and were intercepted by the avatar of Wentong.

Xiao Hei turned his head, looking through the void, looking at the battlefield of 129,600 miles away, and looking at the avatar of Wentong Great God in the front, saying: "Good guy, fighting with Chi Xingtian, he can still throw out avatars."

The doppelganger smiled coldly: "If it was the punishment of 100,000 years ago, this seat may have to be a bit scared. Is it a head, only one hundred thousand years of practice, is it a rival of this seat?"

The hands of the avatar attacked at the same time, playing two magical powers, Baiyue spectroscopy and the red sun furnace.

Sun and moon came out together, one cold and one fierce.

For a moment, Xiaohei and Banruo were suppressed under the sun and the moon, and they could not move with their full strength. The divine power and regular divine pattern in the body were locked by strange powers.

Wen Chu and Gu She Huanhuan were also attacked by Wentong Great Divine Doppelganger and failed to escape the Santu River.

...

The Great God of Wentong suppressed the 108 stone swords with his divine world.

The real body took off and hit eighteen chains of chains.

The chain of locks became hundreds of miles long, thick like a dragon, and fell to the eighteen locking positions of the head of Chi Xingtian.

The Great God of Wentong held the eighteen chains of God with one hand and sneered: "Chi punishment sky, this seat knows that you want to be turned upside down, but unfortunately you are already a trapped beast in a cage, destined to be a slave."

"Roar!"

Chi Xingtian's head screamed loudly, and a lot of thunder and energy flowed from his neck, condensing a gaseous body.

Soon, an immense ghost and ghost shadow condensed out, grasping the eighteen chains of chains with both hands, trying to break free of repression. However, why Wentong Great Divine Cultivator was so strong, his body stood still in the void, and his eyes showed a grinning smile.

"Take a good look at how you are now. You have been dead for 100,000 years. Be a good weapon!"

The Great God of Wentong released the death spirit and spiritual power, and inspired the curse lines carved on the head of Chi Xingtian.

The curse pattern is black, and it was portrayed by the Master of the Nether Palace. It is specifically used to suppress the spirit will of Chi Xingtian.

With the appearance of the curse pattern, Chi Xingtian seemed to be suffering a great deal of pain, and there was a cry of sorrow and screams in his mouth, even if he could hear it 100,000 miles away.

I heard the laughter of Wentong.

Xiaohei held a round of red scorching sun with both hands, as if suppressed by the **** furnace, biting his teeth and cursing: "Damn! If the emperor had not been sealed by the old bald donkey for 100,000 years, how could he be so arrogant? opportunity?"

A pair of flame wings spread out on the little black back, and the feathers could breathe, swallowing the flames in the red blazing sun above.

At the other end, Prajna was pressed under a cold white moon.

Her eyes were condensed and she wanted to use Tai's line to break the predicament in front of her.

"Oh!"

A roar of tigers came from the southeast.

Prajna cast his gaze and saw that the waters turned golden.

On the horizontal line, Zhang Ruochen rode a white tiger and rushed forward, holding Shen Yuan's ancient sword in his hand.

The funeral Jin Baihu lent his own divine power to Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow."

Zhang Ruochen was hundreds of miles away, wielding his sword and chopping it out, smashing the white cold moon pressed against the top of Prajna's head into a pattern of regular divine patterns, and flew out scatteredly.

The burial gold and white tiger stepped on the surface of the water like a flat ground, from far to near.

Zhang Ruochen riding on its back, reached out an arm and grabbed Ban Ruo's wrist. Her slender and beautiful figure flew in the air and fell behind Zhang Ruochen.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Prajna go, Xiaohei shouted, "There is this Emperor!"

After a long while, the golden and white tiger was buried and returned.

On the back of the tiger, in addition to Zhang Ruochen and Prajna, there are two more, Gu Shehuanhuan and Wen Chu.

Zhang Ruochen's sword pierced the red scorching sun on the top of the little black head, helping it out of its trap. Then, riding a buried golden and white tiger, it turned into a golden light and rushed deep into the water.

Wen Chu was worried and said, "Want cannot escape, Wentong will not give us a chance to escape."

"Even if you can't escape, you have to fight for it." Zhang Ruochen's power and the power of burying the golden and white tigers are completely combined. The skin is golden and the power is more powerful than Wen Chu and Ban Ruo.

"After a while, you run away, I'll stop Wentong." Wen Chu's eyes showed a cold color.

The eyes of the people couldn't help but look at him, knowing that he wanted to explode God's source, and took his life to fight.

It may not be possible to kill people of the level of Wentong Great God, but this is already their only way.

Everyone's mood has become heavy.

Forward.

A wave of water rolled up and turned into a water wall connecting the sky, blocking the way to bury the golden and white tiger.

Wentong Great God is suspended in front of the water wall, holding eighteen chains of chains in his hand. At the other end of the chain of chains, Chi Xingtian's seven heads of blood bleed, sometimes screaming, sometimes roaring, miserable.

A pair of tiger eyes burying the golden and white tiger stared at the Great God of Wentong, and a golden column of gas was sprayed from his nostrils.

Wentong Great Shinto: "Buried the golden and white tigers, the Nether Palace intends to form an alliance with the God's ancient nest. If you return to this seat. In the future, this seat will be the Lord of the Nether Temple, and you will be the king of the ancient nest."

The divine power of the Great God of Wentong is like pressing 100,000 mountains on them.

"If I don't submit, why would you want to kill me?" Burial Jin Baihu's voice was thick.

Wentong Great God smiled and said: "Killing you and taking away your **** source can still resolve many prehistoric secrets. So, you still want to answer clearly and you have only one chance."

"Don't think about it, I will not submit to anyone. If you want to fight, I will let you see the power of prehistory."

The burial of the gold and white tiger's eyebrows was ten times more intense, and a layer of golden light poured out, pushing Zhang Ruochen, Prajna, Xiaohei, Wenchu, Gu Shehuanhuan, all flying out.

The dense patterns of dense gold burial rules spread from under their feet and instantly covered 100,000 miles.

That mighty force made Wentong God slightly moved.

However, just after the spirit of the golden burial of gold was spread out, the rules of heaven and earth came back frantically, condensing a destructive force. Above the burial of golden and white tigers, a cloud of death appeared, and Tianwei descended.

Wentong Great God looked up at the death cloud and laughed: "You can't kill this seat with your cultivation behavior. However, you will soon be killed by Tianwei. In this era, you can't tolerate this prehistoric one. Souls."

The voice of the funeral Jinbaihu~lightnovelpub.net~ came into Zhang Ruochen's ears: "Hurry and go, Tianwei will come down, I will die without doubt. I can only stay as long as I can, go! Go now!"

Facing the Great God of Wentong, even the true God is helpless.

Ban Ruo released his breath, wrapped Zhang Ruochen, and planned to take him away forcibly.

Zhang Ruochen felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, staring at Wentong Great God and remembering his appearance deeply. Xiao Hei was even more angry, more resentful than Zhang Ruochen.

Northwest, suddenly, a light came.

And along with the beautiful and sweet singing sounds, it seems that some people are playing the piano and some are playing the flute... The sound of singing and dancing orchestras dilutes the infinite killing of the water.

Everyone's eyes looked at the past.

I see.

A white paper boat sailed slowly.

The shape of the paper boat, like a thousand paper cranes, is as transparent as jade and white and dust-free.

There is a palace on the ship, with lights on.

On the bow of the paper boat, there is a seven-colored **** bone, which is as high as three thousand feet, and emits the glazed Buddha light. The glazed Buddha light dispelled the Yin Qi on the Santu River, and turned the world into seven colors.

The paper boat seemed to have made a special trip to this side, and it was like an ordinary boat crossing the river.

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and saw a familiar figure on the paper boat. It was the young woman in red clothes who had met in the Goddess Building, who claimed to be a little girl, had represented Zhang Zhang Ruochen on her behalf, but was rejected by Zhang Ruochen.

"White paper ship crane, colored glass lanterns." Wen Chu said so, his eyes appeared happy, and then turned to worry.

The White Paper Thousand Cranes is the flower boat of the Queen Bai, the leader of the goddess Twelve Squares.

The White Queen is definitely a more terrible character than the Great God of Wentong. Her arrival may not be a good thing. Maybe, it is also for the mystery and supreme saint on Zhang Ruochen.

There is really a fierce **** in the front, and evil in the back.