"Haha! Boy, where to escape, leave it to the god!"

　　 Chi Kunlun carried Shen Yuan's ancient sword, constantly shifting the space, and quickly fled. Behind him, the dark air surging, condensed into sharp claws, skeletons, magic city... etc., extremely frightening forms.

　　 During the day, I sensed that a large number of original rules converged towards the Yuhong Mountain Range, and Chi Kunlun broke into the red-yellow Gobi to investigate.

　　 It can be said that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

　　 Chi Kunlun, by virtue of his profound spatial attainments, actually avoided the **** patterns and spatial traps, and broke into the depths of the scarlet Gobi.

　　 But, just now, I encountered the gods of the **** world.

　　 At this moment, he was seriously injured, and the blood slid down the blade to the ground. Without escaping far, he was enveloped by the black air.

　　 A bone god, more than seven meters high, walked out of the black fog.

　　 On the bones, burning ghost fire.

　　 Bone tribe gods laughed harshly: "You are the son of Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao, aren't you? Haha, they have inherited their strong talents and their cultivation base is not weak. Unfortunately, in front of the gods, it's nothing."

　　 Chi Kunlun was crushed by wisps of yin and underworld air, and he couldn't move his body. He clenched his teeth and glared at the bone gods: "You are worthy of mentioning my parents' names?"

　　 The bone clan gods saw that Chi Kunlun could still stand still under the pressure of his own divine power. He was immediately unhappy, and he protruded his bone hand out of the air and took the ancient sword of Shen Yuan.

　　At the same time, a palm made of sacred air floated above Chi Kunlun's head.

"what!"

　　 Chi Kunlun's mouth made a long whistling sound, his legs were constantly bent, and blood was oozing out of his scalp, and the anger in his eyes was like two burning furnaces.

　　The ancient sword of Shen Yuan has already become famous with Zhang Ruochen.

The bone gods suppressed the artifact spirit of Shen Yuan’s ancient sword, leaned in front of him, observed carefully, and smiled: “It is indeed a sword made by the gods of good fortune. Although it is still at the level of Zhentian, it is likely to reach the second level in the future. God-level, even turned into a divine weapon. It's really a soldier of inestimable value!"

　　 An imposing voice exploded in the ears of the Bone Race God: "Unfortunately you are not qualified to have it."

"who?"

　　 Under the feet of the gods of the bone tribe, the black air was pouring out like a wave.

　　 A round of blood-red scorching sun, tearing apart the boundless darkness of the dark air, coming from far to near, towards the Bone Race God.

　　 In the blood-red scorching sun center, stood a burly and domineering figure. He was wearing a thick divine armor, with a pair of phoenix wings formed by divine flames on his back, and his feet were full of blood.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 "Boom!"

　　……

　　 Every step of the way, the earth quakes.

　　 The energy wave of the gods slammed on the bones of the gods, shaking them back step by step, and the bones made a "click" sound, as if they were about to split.

　　 The bone gods recognized the gods who came, and quickly knelt down on one knee, put their hands on the ancient Shen Yuan sword, and said: "The Dark Temple Tarot, meet the God of War God of the Massacre."

Xuetu walked to the Bone Race God Tarot, the detective hand lifted the ancient Shen Yuan sword, his eyes were stern, and he said coldly: "If you know the current affairs, if you kneel slower, you have now become a god. ."

　　Tarot believes that this ruthless character in front of him is really possible to do such a thing, so he dare not answer.

　　 He is just a false god, how can he dare to challenge the true god?

　　 Xuetu glanced at Chi Kunlun, and said, "Do you know who he is?"

　　 "The sons of Zhang Ruochen and Queen Chi Yao are monks in the Kunlun realm." Tarot said.

　　 Xue Tu said: "Then you know, what is the relationship between Zhang Ruochen and the emperor?"

　　 Tarot certainly knows, but how can he say that at this time, saying: "I don't know it."

　　 How could the blood slaughter be fooled by him, lifted the thick left leg of the pillar, kicked it out, kicked Tarot more than ten miles away, and plowed a deep gully on the ground.

　　 "Damn, do you dark temple feel that this emperor's strength is not strong enough? My senior brother's body is not cold, and now he is starting to beat his heirs. Is it not to give the emperor any face?"

　　 Tarot got up from the mud, already raging, but he didn't dare to attack, and said, "I dare not anymore!"

Xuetu looked arrogant, and said: "Remember, although my senior brother has fallen, but we love brothers, bullying his heirs, undoubtedly hitting the emperor in the face. Look at the face of the dark temple and the Qingxuan spirit god, go away! "

　　Tarot didn't want to stay here for a while, turned into a divine light, rushed out, and disappeared into the night.

　　 "Still dissatisfied. When I left, I didn't thank the emperor for not killing. You, the source of God, sooner or later, it will be mine." Xue Tu looked at Tarot's direction with a strong killing intent in his eyes.

　　 If it weren't for another **** from the **** world to watch, the blood slaughter wouldn't let Tarot leave.

　　 The value of a **** source is not low!

　　 "I have seen Uncle Blood Butcher."

　　 Chi Kunlun clasped his fists in both hands and saluted the blood slaughter.

　　Chi Kunlun didn't know whether his father was really close to the blood butcher, but the other party did rescue him. Moreover, he is now in the camp of the Heavenly Court, and the opponent is the **** of the **** world.

　　 If he doesn't recognize this uncle, Chi Kunlun is not sure whether he can leave alive today.

　　 Others are called Master Uncle, in order to maintain the image of the elders, there is no way to be greedy of the ancient sword of Shen Yuan, blood and heart pain like cutting flesh, but still very free and handsome to throw the ancient sword of Shen Yuan to Chi Kunlun.

　　 "Take it away! This sword is in your father's hands. I don't know how many heroes have been killed. Don't be humiliated by you. The supreme sacred artifact that you owed your father back then is returned today!"

　　 Chi Kunlun was holding Shen Yuan's ancient sword, his eyes were painful, and he said: "Uncle Blood Butcher Gao Yi, is a hundred times better than those hypocrites in Heaven."

　　 Being so boasted by him, the blood massacre was a little fluttering.

　　 didn't dare to say at all, even if he robbed Shen Yuan ancient sword, he didn't dare to use it. What if Yan Wushen hits the door?

　　 As a disciple of the Death God, his blood slaughter can indeed walk sideways in the **** world, but he is still a little frustrated with Yan Wushen.

"The emperor and your father, and your master, are brothers who live and die together. How could you want you to be a supreme sacred artifact of a younger generation? It's a pity that your father, hey, if he is still alive, how can a tarot dare? Hurt you."

　　 Chi Kunlun said: "You must see people in life, and corpses in death. Father may not be dead, maybe he is still alive in the world."

　　 Xuetu smiled and shook his head.

　　 The Temple of Destiny has long been calculated, and there is no longer the vitality of Zhang Ruochen in the world.

　　 Not only was Qing Ancestor smashing Qi Hai and Shen Yuan, and all the treasures appeared on Empress Chi Yao, it is impossible to enter the unpredictable place to practice again, right?

　　 "Take it, and when you meet a monk in the **** world, tell me the emperor's name. Get out of here, this is not where you a holy monk should come."

　　 Xuetu threw a token to Chi Kunlun.

　　 Chi Kunlun has never seen such a big token, as big as a door, like a shield, printed on it, five words containing the mighty power of God of the Massacre.

　　 No charge, no charge.

　　 Chi Kunlun accepted the shield...No, it was a token, thanked him, and then he hid his breath and left here.

　　 A figure exuding a rotten corpse came out, in the shape of a crow, and said: "Tarot is the **** of the dark temple Qingxuan spirit god, why bother to offend the dark temple for a dead person?"

　　 "Senior Brother Gu Ya did not know that Chi Kunlun was not only Zhang Ruochen's heir, but also Yan Wushen's disciple. Who can tell Yan Wushen's future achievements?"

　　 Xuetu always felt that in front of the gods of the Palace of Death, he should show a kind of indifferent and merciless appearance.

　　 By pushing everything to Yan Wushen, I was telling Gu Ya that I had no feelings for the Emperor of the Massacre and War God, and it was all profit.

　　 "The younger brother has considered it far, but Yan Wushen is still worthy of friendship."

　　 Gu Ya looked in the direction of the temple and said: "We are very close to the Yuchen Temple. Go, go and have a look. Be careful."

　　 The red-yellow Gobi is guarded by a space formation and a **** pattern. In the daytime, although it caused a huge movement, but no breath escaped.

　　The reason why the ancient crow and the blood slaughter came here was because they noticed the abnormal fluctuation of the original rules, and guessed that there may be a lot of original meanings in the Yuchen Temple.

　　The profound meaning of the ancient way of eternity, any gods must compete.

　　 Not long after, Xue Tu and Gu Crow had already arrived under the gate of Yuchen Temple, looking at the desolate tombstones and the dilapidated buildings inside the gate, feeling gloomy and terrifying.

　　 Gu Crow is the realm of the upper god, saying: "Be careful, there is a space formation here."

　　 "What's so great about the space formation. In front of the gods, the space is like paper and can be easily shredded."

　　 The blood slaughter releases the sacred fire, which is shot from the palm.

　　 "It's a **** array." Gu Ya said.

　　 Xuetu was taken aback, seeing that the sacred fire was about to hit the door, he opened his mouth and sucked, sucking all the flames back, and swallowing them into his belly.

　　 "It's very risky, the Space God Array is not a joke, but fortunately it didn't touch." Xue Tu said.

　　 Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qinger stood in the space formation below the gate, looking at the two **** world gods who came here.

　　 "Gu Ya, a disciple of the Death God, is not a strong person in the realm of a higher god. However, one who can cultivate to the level of a higher **** is definitely not a weak person." Bai Qinger said.

　　Bai Qing'er has a very high vision, and such an evaluation of Gu Ya is indeed a bit demeaning.

　　 In Zhang Ruochen's view, the aura on this ancient crow was much stronger than the four that was also a higher god, and it was not at all that they could contend with now.

　　 But, that is elsewhere.

　　 Here, it is Zhang Ruochen who has the final say~lightnovelpub.net~ You can avoid it! "Zhang Ruochen said.

　　 Bai Qinger guessed what he wanted to do, and said: "Do you want to see the blood butcher?"

　　 "He came just right. I am now inconvenient to do a lot of things personally. Someone has to do my knife." Although Zhang Ruochen found a way to restore his cultivation and life, he still hasn't fully recovered.

　　 Besides, after experiencing Qingzu, Zhang Ruochen deeply realized how threatening he was in the eyes of those top powerhouses.

　　Who can guarantee that Qing Zu will not make a second shot?

　　 It’s still safe to hide some clumsy.

　　 "Make a knife? What do you want to do? Still want to kill God?"

　　Bai Qing'er was worried, and didn't want Zhang Ruochen to make too much noise, after all, it was Xinghuantian. Before the God City was refined, the Goddess Twelfth Square could not withstand the storm.

　　 "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

　　 Zhang Ruochen's mind echoed what Shang Hong said to the White Queen in the Tianxia Goddess Tower.

　　 I am afraid that Bai Qing'er doesn't even know that her mother has been under the control of others, and she doesn't even know that the blood of the inverse **** is flowing in her body. He did not hope that what happened to the White Queen would happen to Bai Qing'er again.

　　

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