The vast ancient deserted city is immense and magnificent, and various colors of divine light overflow from an upper body with a divine corpse, flooding the world.

The body of Yunqing Ancient Buddha is extremely bright, and the golden light is burning.

This city is shrouded in fog.

Feng Chen Sword God came out with his sword, and his whole body murderously evolved into the picture of the Shura battlefield. Shen said: "Who just said that ten Feng Chen are not as good as one Zhang Ruochen, and some kind of stand up and compete with the god. ."

All of a sudden, all eyes were gathered towards him.

The gods from all major forces, all magnificent and magnificent, once lived in the past.

Although the reputation of Feng Chen Sword God is not small, after all, it is just a new **** only a few thousand years old. In the eyes of those old veteran **** realm, it seems that the foundation is insufficient.

The real God of Yuancang, standing next to Wujiang, is a **** who has lived for nearly 50,000 years. His body is as huge as a hill, and he is covered with metal spikes. He said: "Fengchen Xiaoer, what you said just now is you. Grandpa Yukura said."

Just a moment ago, Feng Chen Jianshen was already on the scene and had a panoramic view.

The five true gods of the Yanlu tribe were trapped in a dark field with a diameter of a hundred feet. The periphery of the field is full of powerful illusory power, which is formed by a rune.

The spirit that urged the rune stood on the other frontier of Wujiang, with a figure like a shadow, exuding strong spiritual power fluctuations.

In addition to the strange **** level of the upper **** level and the central **** Tianque Shenji, the shadow brought the greatest pressure to Feng Chen sword god.

The sixth true **** of the Yanlu tribe is Wen Chu. He was very badly injured, and he was kneeled down on the ground by the third son of the ghost master. He was penetrated with seven thick iron thorns on his chest.

The seven iron thorns were connected to a chilling chain, and the other end of the chain was carried in Luo's hand.

They used Wen Chu as a bait to lure the five true gods of the Yanlu tribe into the field of the "dark light fantasy **** rune" and trap them all.

This rune was specially prepared by the Dark Temple for killing the gods of the Yanlu tribe.

Everyone on the scene was a **** of power. Not to mention that the power of Fengchen Sword God has not yet been restored, but when he was in the heyday, he wanted to save people.

It was only a moment later that Feng Chen, the Sword God, had made a decision, first breaking the dark light magical **** rune, and rescued the five true gods of the Yanlu tribe trapped in the field of the rune.

Only by rescuing them will today have the power to fight.

"Uh!"

In the hands of Feng Chen sword god, the sword-like treasure of the supreme holy weapon and sword flew out of the sheath, and the sword pointed to the real **** of Yuancang, saying: "It is true that this **** is afraid of your dark temple, there are many people? You dare to humiliate me, and today we will not die endlessly."

On the body of the sword, the light was great, and a powerful supreme force burst out, impacting in all directions.

The dense sound of swords sounded, and countless sword shadows appeared, turning into a torrent of dozens of chaotic sword shadows.

"Awesome power."

"His mastery of swordsmanship has actually reached such a high level that he has really practiced in **** realm for more than a thousand years? I am afraid that those swordsman gods who have practiced in **** realm for tens of thousands of years cannot compare with him."

The gods present were all surprised, realizing that they underestimated the new **** who had become famous only in recent millennia.

"Wow--"

The War Sword flew out first, like a streamer.

What attacked was not the true God of Yakukura, but the shadow of the dark magic fantasy **** that stood on the other side of Wujiang.

This slash of swords was beyond the expectations of the gods.

Gui Sisi knows that Feng Chen Sword God is very close to the gods of Kunlun Realm, shouting, "Be careful! He wants to save the Yanlu Gods, don't let him succeed."

late!

The sword of supreme holy weapon level exudes brilliance and brings infinite sharpness to the shadow.

The ghost shadow has no physical **** body, and the body is like a ray of mist. A gray arm, more than two meters long, condensed out of the silk mist, and the probe pressed forward.

In front of the palm, a circle of ripples appeared, which was actually able to easily block the peerless sword of Feng Chen.

"how is this possible?"

Feng Chen sword god's eyes stunned, his heart suddenly sink to the bottom of the valley.

This god, with its strong spiritual power, is simply terrifying. No wonder he can use his own power to control the rune and trap the five true gods of the Yanlu tribe.

Other gods, such as Gui Si Si, Tian Que Shen Ji, Luo, all changed their faces slightly.

To what extent can the spiritual power of the supreme holy weapon Sword of Fengchen Sword God be blocked with bare hands?

Wujiang stood beside the shadow, carrying his hands, calmly from beginning to end, and laughed: "Sword God has always been a great hero admired by Wujiang, why should he be the enemy of the Dark Temple?"

Feng Chenjian Divine Dao: "You can do what you want with the spirit of the God."

The shadow was twisted in the wrist.

"Boom!"

The war sword of supreme saint level, out of the control of Feng Chen sword god, flew out, inserted into the skin of the body of the ancient Yunqing ancient Buddha, suspended above 100 meters. The golden body of the Buddha's deity was also unstoppable and was stabbed an inch deep.

Of course, it is because Jin Shen has already been seriously eroded by the forces of darkness.

Feng Chen Jian Shen retreated three steps in a row, his eyes dignified to the extreme.

The situation today is more dangerous than he expected.

I was a little careless and fell into siege, fearing that it would be so difficult to get out of the trap.

He stared back, and found that Gui Si was already blocking his retreat, blocking the ear holes of Yunqing Ancient Buddha, and trillions of regular **** marks spread out from under his feet.

Wen Chu, who was kneeling down on the ground suppressed by Luo, bleeds out of the blood in his wound, and his eyes become darker.

The Dark Temple has long been the heart of the Yan Clan, which is destined to destroy the dark abyss. It must be well-prepared. Today it is their disaster, but it cannot be avoided. It is a pity that he is now sealed with a sacred heart and suppressed the spirit of the gods. He can't even blast the source of the gods, which is very helpless and too humiliating.

There is nothing more humiliating than suppressing a true **** to kneel in public.

There is boundless hatred in the heart, but it cannot break out.

Gui Sisi coldly said: "Everyone may be unaware of this, the godlike goddess of the Fengshen Sword God and the Temple of Destiny are both Kunlun..."

Suddenly, there was a chill.

On the ground, a loud voice made a thick ice.

The surrounding scene has changed greatly, turning into a vast world of ice and snow on one side, with icebergs lined up one after another. In the sky, a magnificent and magnificent **** figure emerged, and the power of **** level erupted.

"It's the Ice King's Thousand Ice World, and the Lord Xia must be hiding nearby." Gui Si said.

Who is not afraid of the name of the ice emperor?

Under the control of Xiaohei, the Ice King Divine Shadow that suspends the sky dome, presses out a large fingerprint with a length of thousands of feet, and straightens down to suppress the shadow of the Dark Light Magic God Rune.

The big handprint is formed by the condensed **** pattern and contains infinite divine power.

Wujiang is decisive, saying: "Shoot together!"

Among all the gods in the Dark Temple and the Nether Temple, Wujiang is not the best at fighting strength, but its status is unparalleled.

The four true gods in the dark temple and the third and third-level pseudo-gods in the dark temple will fight together, each fighting a warrior, forming five bright columns of divine light, and striking the ice king's handprint.

The rest of the pseudo-gods are standing in all directions, forming a combined strike formation to guard against possible enemies in the dark.

In the white cold air, the slender and slender sound and shadow flew out.

"Wow!"

Styx, which contains a powerful death force, flew out next, and rushed out a false **** defending on the periphery. The pseudo-god fell into the Styx, and the body of the **** quickly decayed, turning into pus and blood, and screaming in his mouth.

Prajna mobilized the power of fate, and the rules of fate between heaven and earth were all the scepter of fate flowing into her hands.

Strike out with a stick, slanting towards the shadow that is controlling the rune.

Youying's arm, with a light wave, lifted the stick of destiny together with Prajna, and it was as easy as sweeping away a fallen leaf.

Youying is about to launch a mental attack, will be as bad as possible, so that she loses combat power. However, the gods of the Yanlu tribe in the field of the Rune of Obviously noticed the changes of the outside world and attacked wildly in the field.

The dark light magic heavenly rune suspended above the field actually shook.

It should be noted that among the true gods of the Yanlu tribe, there is a powerful person in the upper realm of the gods, a veteran **** who has practiced for nearly 100,000 years. Under desperation, Youying had to go all out to control the rune.

Prajna wanted to seize the opportunity to shoot again, but was intercepted by Sophie.

In the face of this higher god, whether it is Prajna or Chi Yao, there is only self-preservation. Where else is there to spare others?

"Feng Chen, you finally showed up. Where can you escape today?"

The sky magpie **** Ji was full of anger. He grabbed his right hand out of the air, the air exploded, and the air condensed into countless thunder and lightning, attacking Fengchen sword god.

The battle of God was triggered at once, and turned upside down instantly.

This city is surrounded by a world of thousands of ice souls, and it is still shocked by the impact of Divine Power.

The third son Luo, the ghost master, glanced at Wen Chu kneeling on the ground and said, "You have lost value, and now the God will send you on the road."

"Poof!"

The five fingers of Luo's right hand were inserted into Jinwen Chu's head to extract the soul from his body.

For ghost races, the fastest way to improve the state is to devour the spirits of other ghost races or other monks.

After hearing Chu's unbearable tingling of the soul, he screamed in the sky, and the seven tricks were bleeding.

But, at the next moment, Luo also screamed.

"Ah! Soul Eater..."

Luo's five fingers, drawn from Wen Chu's skull, hugged his head with both hands, and quickly backed away. Ghosts overflowed from him, forming thousands of shadows of injustice.

Zhang Ruochen was the one who cast the Soul Eater Curse.

Not long after Luo reached the real **** realm, he did not cultivate the world of **** realm. Moreover, in the holy realm, neither the representative of the Yuan Hui level nor the representative of the quasi-Yuan level, the background is much worse than that of Ban Ruo and Gu Shejing.

The next **** like him is still a new god. With Zhang Ruochen's seventy-one level of mental strength and the Ten Thousand Mantras, he can naturally curse him.

Zhang Ruochen held the Wanju Dzi ~lightnovelpub.net~ flew out quickly, and fell beside Wen Chu, calling: "Uncle Wen, I am Ruochen."

Wen Chu was very weak. When he saw Zhang Ruochen's figure, there was a deep and moved look in his eyes, and he nodded gently.

"Boom!"

Zhang Ruochen slammed Wen Chu's chest with a palm, shocked the seven iron thorns and chains that had penetrated him, fell to the ground, and was about to take him away.

Not far away, Luo came slowly.

He propped up the Daoyu, barely resisting the power of some Soul Eaters.

"Zhang Ruochen, you finally showed up!"

Luo forcibly pulled back thousands of grievous souls flying out of the body, the palm of his hand was scorching, and the air was sullen, and he made a magical palm print. Between the electro-optical flint, the palm print has reached Zhang Ruochen.

"Zheng!"

Chi Zijian flew out and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

The rules and ruled patterns of more than 60 trillion Taoism in the body are all released. Zhang Ruochen stabbed out with a sword, merged with the "one" word of kendo, and hit the palm of Luo precisely.

"Boom!"

Zhang Ruochen held the sword in one hand and Wen Chu in the other, and was shocked by Luo's divine power.

However, Luo also stepped back two steps and crushed a large layer of ice.

A shocked look appeared in Luo's eyes, because he saw that Zhang Ruochen hadn't become a **** by martial arts, and he was still the level of the Great Saint. But why can more than 600,000 rules be cultivated?

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen raised the Chizi Sword above his head, and held the swordsmanship in his body, and the rules of swordsmanship in the deserted and abandoned city... To be precise, it should be the swordsmanship pattern left behind by the gods after death.

Zhang Ruochen's body is getting stronger and stronger, sharp and unmatched.

The blood-red brilliance radiated by Chi Zijian reflected the glaciers in the sky and the ground into red.

"cut!"

Zhang Ruochen waved his sword and cut it out to Luo.