Only the air can activate the artifact, which is infinitely powerful.

The greater the number of spirits and the higher the quality, the power of the artifact will naturally be stronger. The air of the lower **** may be able to separate a sea. But the scent of the upper gods can separate a planet.

Great differences.

Only when representatives of Yuanhui level step into the divine realm, can they fight against adversity and cross the realm to meet the enemy.

Although Zhang Ruochen hasn't become a **** in martial arts, he is already a demigod body, and a small amount of spirit can be bred in his body. In addition, as long as the supreme realm of great sages who can enter the gods regularly, they will definitely have a part of their spirits in their cultivation and storage.

Wujiang looked at the shattered kingdom of the underworld, and the contempt and arrogance in his eyes gradually converged.

The black electric pattern on the center of his eyebrows flew out a dark and destructive light, turning into a slender black beam and hitting Zhang Ruochen. The speed is faster than thunder and lightning.

Zhang Ruochen knew the horror of Wujiang's attack was not something that his current cultivation base could contend, so he immediately called out the Soul Sword.

"Huh! Huh! Huh..."

A series of seven soul swords flew out from the center of his eyebrows and collided with the black beam.

The sound of the sword is harsh, and the sword light and the black light beam fight against each other.

The sword of anger, sword of mourning, sword of love, sword of fear, sword of desire, and sword of joy, the six swords just collided with the light beam, they were thrown out. Only the evil (wu) sword is the most powerful, and it collides evenly with Wujiang's magical powers.

Evil sword!

The stronger the disgust in the heart, the stronger the explosion.

Even though Zhang Ruochen hated Wujiang enough, the power of the evil sword, including the other six swords combined, was still not as powerful as the sword of the angry sword when attacking the four.

Disgust has its limits, but anger has no limits.

"Darkfield Tianluo."

Taking advantage of the opportunity just now, Wujiang took back Darkfield Tianluo and waved to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen's seven-handled soul sword surprised him, but he knew better that the real threat was that divine sword.

Excalibur can kill God!

Dark realm Tianluo flew out, and the icy dark power followed like nightfall, shrouded in Zhang Ruochen.

The temperature of the entire stone temple dropped suddenly.

Zhang Ruochen's body burned with divine fire, dispelling the darkness, but he saw dense metal thorns, already pressing him close. He had just summoned the Zangshan Magic Mirror for defense, and before he could move it, his body was penetrated by metal thorns.

Wujiang breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth raised, and said, "I have to say that your mundane myth is really strong, and there are many treasures. It is a pity that no matter how many treasures, no matter how strong the soldiers are, they are in absolute cultivation. In the face of the gap, the outcome cannot be changed at all."

Not far away, Maha Yan slowly got up from the pool of blood.

However, Dark Domain Tianluo swallowed too much of his spirit, soul, and vitality, and even his lifespan was lost seriously. He was extremely weak at this moment, and when he looked towards Wujiang, his eyes were full of jealousy.

Zhang Ruochen's voice rang out from the black metal thorn: "If I didn't want to see what kind of treasure the Dark Domain Tianluo is, how could it penetrate my body?"

Wujiang's eyes deepened.

I saw that Zhang Ruochen, who had been penetrated by the Dark Realm Tianluo, each piece of flesh and blood condensed into a clone, and pulled away. The entire stone temple is Zhang Ruochen's figure.

It was Mahayan that was stunned. He had just tried the horror of Darkfield Tianluo, how easy is it to get out?

Wujiang snorted coldly: "The dark realm is like a sky and a net, endless, endless. How many can you clone?"

The boundless spirit and regular **** pattern have already covered the internal space of the stone temple. Under his control, the Dark Realm Tianluo grew like a life, unpredictable, cold and dangerous, containing the power to destroy all vitality in the world.

Zhang Ruochen's avatars each played a supreme holy artifact.

Diamond Moon Wheel, Tibetan Mountain Magic Mirror, Wujin Battle Sky Pillar, Soul Eater...

These clones can actually be regarded as real bodies, part of the flesh.

Under the attack of several supreme sacred artifacts, the black metal thorns and dark power that flew out of the dark field Tianluo couldn't converge at all, and they were beaten and scattered.

Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen struggled, and the battle was inseparable.

Maha Yan seized this rare opportunity, rushed out of the stone temple, and ran away. Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen were weird one by one, and their cultivation base was far weaker than him, but he, the middle god, gave birth to an irresistible heart.

Of course, the most important reason was that he was hurt too badly by Darkfield Tianluo, otherwise Mahayan still wanted to stay and look for opportunities to clean up Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen's strongest clone, aroused his spirit, slashed the divine sword, and split the darkness.

The bright and scarlet sword light penetrated the boundless layers of defense and struck him.

The robe on Wujiang's body split and burned, and his body was thrown out and fell outside the stone temple.

"Come!"

All the clones of Zhang Ruochen fit into one, holding a divine sword, surrounded by various supreme sacred objects, stepping out of the stone temple in one step. Whether it is the divine fire brilliance of the divine sword or the supreme power ray of the supreme holy artifact, both are extremely bright, like stars surrounding him.

Zhang Ruochen stood at the door of the stone temple and said, "Even if you reach the gods, you don't seem to be a big deal."

Wujie's chest, his skin was burned by sword qi, and the pain was extremely painful.

The broken palm is still flowing blood.

The vitality of the gods is indeed strong, even if they are beaten up, they will not die. The recovery ability of the gods is also very strong, and they can quickly reconsolidate the gods.

However, it was an exception to encounter war soldiers who killed God.

The artifact is the strongest God-killing soldier.

Wujiang's gaze was sharp like a sword, staring at Zhang Ruochen, examining him repeatedly, as if he was suspecting that Zhang Ruochen had become a martial artist. In any case, he did not believe that Zhang Ruochen, who had not become a martial artist, could be so powerful.

In the distance, Maha Yan failed to escape and was besieged by a large number of scorpion beasts.

There are also strong and weak points of the sly beasts, not every one has only the power of a false god.

"Don't be proud of it too early, this is the abyss of darkness." Wujiedao.

Zhang Ruochen said: "What about the Dark Abyss?"

"The Dark Abyss is the territory of the dark monks. The monks who practice the dark way can explode here with power far beyond their own cultivation."

Wujiang said this, raising his hands above his head, mobilizing the rules of darkness between heaven and earth, and continuously converging towards him.

Wujiang holds a large amount of dark secrets, close to one ten thousandth, and can mobilize close to one ten thousandth of the dark rules in the universe. With this large amount of dark profound meaning, he will definitely become the overlord of the gods in the future.

With his current spiritual strength, even though he can't use one percent or one thousandth of the power of his body, it's enough!

Because this is the abyss of darkness.

The darkest rule is the most active and densest place.

At the periphery of the Dark Abyss, countless dark rules have turned into thousands of rivers, rushing into the dojo of Yin Xuetian, and converging towards Wu Boundary.

The power of Wujiang's body rose steadily, and his body disappeared into the darkness, swallowing the light radiating from the divine artifact and the supreme sacred artifact. The endless darkness crushed towards Zhang Ruochen.

"Zhang Ruochen, to blame, you can only blame you for too much profound meaning, too attractive, but you can't use it yourself."

Boundless voice came from the darkness.

In an instant, the darkness swallowed Zhang Ruochen, and all the supreme holy artifacts were rushed out and fell to the ground, unable to stop Wujiang for even a moment.

The entire stone temple became silent.

"Om!"

As if a divine clock was struck, the darkness vibrated violently.

Strands of golden Buddha light tear the darkness into pieces.

Wujiang screamed and flew out like a cannonball, his arms becoming bloody. And being burned by the pure power of the Buddha's light, the divine body turned into light spots, decomposing.

"Buddha relics!"

He roared bitterly, full of fear and resentment.

The Buddha's light on Zhang Ruochen's body spread out more than thousands of miles, illuminating a large area of ​​this dark space continent, and seven Sanskrit scripts rushed out of the chest and flowed around the body.

At this moment, his sacred stalwart is at its extreme.

Zhang Ruochen said: "With the Buddha's relic to protect the body, do you think your dark realm Tianluo can't hurt me?"

The power of the Buddha's relic is as difficult to refine as the power of the divine sword, and the boundless arms are difficult to recover. Moreover, Fo Li is still spreading to the position of his shoulders and chest.

Wujiang has never been so jealous of Zhang Ruochen at this moment, so why did the best treasures in the world fall into his hands?

Zhang Ruochen saw the unwillingness and resentment in his heart, and said: "Facts have proved that you are not my opponent at all. Not before, not now, and even less likely to be in the future. If I were you, I would definitely run away immediately, and then hide in the dark temple. Nor will it come out. This is your only way to survive!"

Of course Wujiang knows that after a big somersault today, staying here has no meaning.

He probed his hand towards the void, wanting to take the Dark Realm Tianluo back.

"Netherlight Curse!"

Zhang Ruochen used the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi Bead to cast a curse to confine the Dark Realm Tianluo.

"Zhang Ruochen, you are deceiving too much!"

Wujiang roared, his face bulging with bruises.

Zhang Ruochen raised the divine sword above his head, arousing his spirit and the "Yi" word kendo holy meaning.

On the sword body, the gods rose sharply and flames soared into the sky.

Wujiang was trembling with anger, and finally he chose to escape and rushed out of Yin Xuetian's dojo.

Wujiang rushed out of the dojo~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhang Ruochen's eyes really showed killing intent, put away the divine sword, took out the dark space-time matter orb, and hit Wujiang in the direction of fleeing.

"Boom!"

Outside the dojo, as the dark space-time matter detonated, the three forces of darkness, space, and time erupted crazily.

Time is disordered, space is shattered, and darkness is raging.

This vast dark space continent of thousands of miles was shattered, the mountains collapsed, and tens of thousands of monsters died tragically. Only Yin Xuetian’s dojo is guarded by the sky pattern and is not destroyed.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen knew very well that the use of the Excalibur was indestructible and boundless.

Many true gods fell during this trip to the Dark Abyss, but almost all died in the hands of the great gods. The only lower **** of Sword God Realm, Situ Yunlin, was Zhang Ruochen, Chi Yao, and Xuetu who joined forces and used the power of the profound meaning of fate to kill her.

It can be seen that only the existence of the Great God-level and the means of self-destructing the **** source can kill the true **** easier.

In the beginning, Zhang Ruochen deliberately let Wujiang leave, and wanted to use him as a guide to provoke the contradiction between the Underworld and the Dark Temple. Let the two enemies fight, and he will be much easier.

But thinking that Wujiang knew too many secrets and would never let him go, so he had to use dark space-time matter to kill him. Although the only and extremely precious treasure of Dark Space-Time Matter was used on him, Zhang Ruochen felt it was rather worthless.

Wujiang, Mahayan, and a large number of wicked beasts, all turned into black dust, and there was no longer a trace of life fluctuations.

Zhang Ruochen sighed faintly as he looked at the broken continental plates in front of him and the chaotic energy fluctuations.

What about the gods?

Still will die.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen understood why there have been so many gods from ancient times to the present, looking for immortality.