In Clear Sky Sword King's eye sockets, the black pupils spread outward, filling the entire eyeball.

Three different laughter sounded in the space near the Sword King of Clear Sky.

One is immature, one is thick, one is hoarse.

In the God Realm World of the Sword King of Clear Sky, three horrifying figures came out, each of them was very powerful, and the wave of waves pierced the surrounding array of light.

One figure was a big embroidered cloth doll with a piercing smile: "Fengyunba, Xuanyuanqing, Shang Hong, your end is here, surrender and the dark temple, there must be a way to survive! Haha!"

Very strange, it laughed, as if there were thousands of overlapping voices.

In the voice, there were strong spiritual fluctuations, causing all the monks under the great sage on the divine ship to collapse to the ground, holding their heads and howling, in extreme pain.

Even the Great Sage also needs to work hard to resist.

"Earth!"

"Human skin lantern!"

"Zhao Wuyan!"

Xuanyuanqing said three names in a row, her eyes were extremely cold, and her heart sank into the abyss.

The three people in front of them are all first-class evil species in the dark temple, and any one of them can shock the starry sky. The three arrived together, plus a Sword King of Clear Sky controlled by Wuyue, today is truly the end.

It is the dusk of the gods of heaven!

The only chance now is for the Asahi Wind Godship’s attack on the God Array. If the attack on the God Array is fully opened, there will be a chance of a Jedi comeback.

"Submitting the dark temple, you are afraid that you are dreaming."

Xuanyuanqing grabbed the Bright Divine Sword with both hands, and the spirit in his body moved wildly, thrusting into the ground.

"Wow! Wow! Wow..."

Countless white lightsabers rushed from the ground, and the rules of the world in the surrounding space were all turned into the rules of light and the rules of kendo, condensing into a light sword domain, spreading to the three gods of the dark temple and the clear sky sword king.

Zhao Wuyan rode on the back of a five-foot-tall scarlet ghost beast, wearing dark armor, and said with a deep smile: "Xuanyuanqing, are you looking for death like this?"

The big-headed rag doll named "Zhe Di" smiled and said: "She is delaying time and wants to trap us."

"I'm here to stop her, you go to destroy the Xufeng Shen ship to the center of the formation."

The human skin lantern emits a bright light, draped in long black hair, and the skin is full of stitched stitches. Holding a battle axe that exudes a strong dark atmosphere, it smashes white lightsabers and marches towards Xuanyuanqing. .

"Xuanyuanqing, your cultivation is just a newcomer Taibai, far from your brother!"

"Nine styles of slaying."

"Boom!"

The human skin lantern slashed out.

All the lightsabers between him and Xuanyuanqing were shattered, and the surging divine power spread outwards, sending the monks standing outside the sword domain into shock. Those with a slightly weaker cultivation base will directly turn into a pool of blood.

"So strong! The combat power of this human skin lantern, Xuanyuanqing in its hey state may not be the opponent." Zhang Ruochen looked at Qingkong Sword King, Chuandi, and Zhao Wuyan.

I saw that they turned into three divine lights, hurried to the formation center of the Xufeng Shen ship.

The divine ship's small formations and **** patterns could not stop them at all, and could only slightly stop them for a while.

"Can't let them destroy the formation center, otherwise all of us will die here today."

The gods of the Wind Clan, all the gods in the Temple of Light, including Shang Hong and Jia Linnan, knew that the situation was critical, and they could not refining the yellow spring flower toxin in the body, turning them into divine light, and went to intercept the three gods.

Zhao Wuyan stopped, holding a weird war soldier like a crescent-shaped blade, laughed out loud and slashed out.

"Boom!"

A series of three gods were split apart and turned into blood mist and bone fragments.

Of course it is a false god!

"I'm here to stop them."

As soon as Clear Sky Sword King pointed out, a huge sword as bright as the scorching sun flew out from his fingertips and rushed towards Shang Hong.

Shang Hong pushed his right arm forward and displayed his magical powers, and a sky full of glow appeared in front of him.

"Boom!"

Xiaguang was torn apart by sword energy, Shang Hong's divine body was penetrated, and a large amount of divine blood was spilled out.

However, what is strange is that Shang Hong's broken body was divided into three, transformed into three identical divine bodies, each with magical powers, and even resisted the next offensive of Qingkong Sword King.

Zhang Ruochen was entangled in his heart. The current situation is very unfavorable for Heavenly Court. The defeat is only a matter of time. He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rescue Xiao Hei and Xue Tu, and then escape.

However, Fengyan, Fengxi, Lianxi, and even Fengxuan, the friendship between everyone is deep or shallow, how can I just leave like this?

If you run away like this, how deeply regret and sorrow will you leave in the future?

But if you don’t leave, you will have to pay a huge price, from revealing your identity and hidden secrets, or losing your life.

This is the real moment of life and death!

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen saw that Feng Xi was chasing the Great Earth-Eater of the Dark Temple alone while the gods were fighting, and he cursed in his heart, he was really dead!

Zhang Ruochen couldn't care about anything else. He took out a wolf head talisman and crushed it to pieces. Then, carrying the Qingping sword, he rushed towards the area where the gods were fighting.

Zhao Wuyan, who was riding on the back of the ghost beast, saw him. Under the siege of the gods, he was still at ease, swung out his soldiers and hit Zhang Ruochen in the air.

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen threw out thousands of defensive talismans, but they were all beaten up.

The crescent-shaped divine light broke open the rune pattern and split straight.

"Sword Fourteen!"

Qingping sword cut out.

A green lotus bloomed in front of Zhang Ruochen, shining brightly, and sword aura soaring into the sky.

"boom!"

Qinglian burst open and turned into thousands of sword energy.

Zhang Ruochen was shocked and flew hundreds of feet away. Every step he stepped on, the ground would split apart, and the skin of his sword arm burst open, flowing out of blood, but he took advantage of the situation to leave Zhao Wuyan's world of God and chase the wind ahead.

A strange color flashed in Zhao Wuyan's eyes. Although he had just hit it casually, it was by no means the Heaven Patching Realm **** could stop it.

However, the Taoist priest not only blocked him, but he didn't look much injured, which was incredible.

When Zhao Wuyan saw the Taoist chasing in the direction of Biting the Earth, a cruel smile appeared in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

...

Feng Yan knew his cultivation base, in front of the gods, it was no different from the ants. However, seeing the gods of the heavens, constantly falling in a pool of blood, the once familiar holy monks died one by one. His eyes were bloodshot, and he just wanted to rush out to fight the gods of the dark temple~www.mtlnovel. com~Welfare] Pay attention to the public.. [Book Friends Base Camp], read books every day and get cash/points!

He has this blood, and the heart not afraid of life and death.

Feng Yunba opened his eyes and said, "You stay!"

Feng Yan looked overjoyed and said, "Father, you have refined the toxin of Huangquanhua?"

Feng Yunba stood up slowly, his face still very pale, but his eyes were extremely cold and sharp, and his figure was as firm as a mountain.

When looking at Fengyan, a soft color appeared in his eyes, and he said: "This catastrophe is too much for my father! But you still have a chance. You have awakened the blood of Chunyang Tianzun’s three heads and six arms, and you have the opportunity to awaken the pure The sword spirit of the Yang Divine Sword. However, you are in the Holy Realm now, and your blood is not strong enough. You need to accept the baptism of Divine Tribulation. The sword spirit can help you kill the enemy!"

"With your current state, you can't survive the tribulation, so I will help you for the father."

Feng Yunba's face was exhausted, pressing his palms on Feng Yan's shoulders, a swell of pure and yang power in his body continued to penetrate into his body.

Fengyan couldn't move, tears burst into his eyes.

"Don't cry, look at this battlefield, look at the dead Wind Clan monks, keep blood and hatred in your heart, and turn them into unswerving motivation for cultivation. If you don't break the gods, you don't deserve revenge for them. Be a man of the wind clan." Feng Yunba shouted.

Feng Yan gritted his teeth and tried to open his eyes wide, watching the tragic scenes before him.

...

Zhang Ruochen went all the way, all the formations had been destroyed and all the **** patterns were torn.

The ground was full of **** corpses, most of them couldn't even keep intact corpses, broken bones, broken arms, and skulls were everywhere, it was terrible to watch.

Before a quarter of an hour, they were still iron-blooded holy troops.

Some gods fell, the gods were cut into hundreds of pieces by a sharp weapon, and even the gods were disintegrated.

Zhang Ruochen became more and more frightened as he recognized this god, he was not a false god, but a powerful true **** of the Feng Clan named Feng Xu.

How strong is that ragdoll-like existence?

Such a powerful true **** has no power to fight back in front of it. Moreover, at an extremely fast speed, Feng Xu's mental will and soul were wiped out.

Weird and horrible.

If he had not seen the wind standing in front of him, he would run away immediately, and would never provoke the rag doll.

Feng Xi froze in place, with his eyes straight, looking at the 72-story tower in front of him.

That is the center of the formation of the Xufeng Shen ship, the formation tower is densely covered with lightning, and the gods are intertwined. The **** pattern is an ancient sky-level **** pattern, which contains the power of slashing the gods. It is not easy for the great **** to force in.

The big-headed rag doll stood under the formation tower, pointing his finger to the sky, and a thread of spiritual force on the fingertip rushed upwards, wrapped Feng Xuan's neck, and hung him in the air.

That way, it's like lifting a fish out of the water without closing the rod.

The key is that it has no rod in its hand, only a wire.

Feng Xuan is the cultivation base of the upper **** Dzogchen, even if he is tied around his neck, he should have the power to resist. But now, the power in the body seems to be locked, no matter how hard you struggle, it is useless.

The big-headed ragdoll has red eyes, opened its blood basin and mouth, and smiled at Mr. Mo who is standing at the gate of the tower: "Open the formation and the **** pattern, and I will let him go."

Mr. Mo had already woke up from alcohol and snorted coldly: "You are dreaming."

"Well, there is no way!"

The big head rag doll was disappointed and put her finger away.

The thread of spiritual force wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck suddenly tightened. With a "poof", the blood spattered, and Feng Xuan's head and body separated and fell from midair.

Mr. Mo roared and drew a divine thunder from the sky.

The big-headed ragdoll pressed his palm to the void, forming a dark cloud of spiritual power, blocking the divine thunder, and said: "The Asahi Wind God Ship’s attack on the divine formation requires the support of several divine spirits to be fully activated. Momo, you are now attracted to this point. Power, how could it get me? Why hasn't your mental power broken through to the 80th order?"

"The old man ~lightnovelpub.net~ can also start the attack on the gods."

Mr. Mo’s peach head burned, obviously he was desperate, and he separated twelve spiritual power clones in a row, standing in all directions of the tower, using the hand-printing method, and under the control of the spiritual power, the tower slowly rotated .

but……

"Boom!"

The divine ship shook violently and cracks appeared in the hull.

Mr. Mo looked up, only to see a tens of thousands of miles long, pressed down from above. On the talisman, hundreds of millions of runes flow like a river, converging into a skull pattern.

Wuyue's figure stood above the rune.

"Oh my God, the sorrowful rune! How could it be the sorrowful rune, this is the wind that will kill me!" Mr. Mo was very indignant and roared to the sky.

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The second chapter is updated in the evening.