Because of the sword world that might be born, because of the huge benefits of the existence of this starry sky, many gods gathered in the city of a hundred families, and they all gathered at this moment.

　　 The sky above the row upon row of buildings, the divine light shines like stars.

Qingyuntai was embarrassed and felt that he had lost his face as an ancient god, and said: "Zhang Ruochen, don't want to be close to this seat. You are bold enough to kill the gods of the **** world, and want to claim to be an immortal blood? The immortal blood will not protect you. You, there is no tribe like you?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen thoughtfully, looking at the night tour master who was standing not far from Qingyuntai.

Master Yeyou lowered his head with a hesitant expression on his face, suddenly turned into a divine light and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen, knelt to the ground, and said: "Master is on the top, and he is worshipped by his disciple. The disciple bears the humiliation and recognizes the thief as the father, just to find out. The cause of death of Hand and Xue Qingsheng."

　　 "What's the result?" Zhang Ruochen said.

　　 The Master of Night Tour pointed to Qingyuntai, gritted his teeth, resentful, and said, "Behind this is the foster father...Bah, it is Qingyuntai!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes became severe, and he coldly shouted: "Yeyou, you are so brave, is this the ancient **** who wants to wrong my undead blood? Is it trying to provoke an internal fight of the undead blood? How many lives do you have, dare you to do this? What do you do?"

Master Yeyou said: "The disciple dared to use his life as a guarantee. This is true. The reason why the old man in Qingyuntai did this is to force the God of War to come to the city of a hundred races, so as to take advantage of the complex situation in the city to put the God of War to death. "

　　 Zhang Ruochen stared at Qingyuntai with a cold and sharp gaze, and said, "Even the ordinary people of my undead clan dare to behave. Seniors are peerless ancient gods. Can you dare to recognize what you have done?"

　　 Qingyuntai Shouyeyou Master was the righteous son, originally intending to use this to humiliate the Blood Jue Family, but he did not expect to be exposed in front of the gods.

　　 Damn it!

　　 "What seven hands, what blood is young, these are small characters who can't get on the stage, how can this seat put them in their eyes?"

　　 "You old ghost, dare to slander this seat and die!"

　　 The blood wings on the back of the Qingyuntai spread out in pairs, and the power of God rose greatly.

　　The silver lines on the blood wings are densely covered, gushing out a huge amount of blood.

　　 A divine sword flew out from behind Zhang Ruochen, its light was scorching hot, and it was intimidating. The sword slashed the blood rushing towards Master Yeyou, and slashed straight to the top of Qingyuntai.

　　 Qingyuntai had been prepared for a long time, and the world of the gods unfolded, and countless **** patterns emerged, forming a round of blood sun shining on the stars and colliding with the **** sword, forming an earth-shaking powerful wave of divine power.

　　 The gods who hovered in the air were so happy that they couldn't die in the blood clan fighting, and did not take part in it.

"Qingyunque, the big clan of the Qingtian tribe, was already one of the patriarch candidates 100,000 years ago. Now he has stepped into the boundless realm, and his confidence has naturally increased. Xuejue has suddenly emerged, and the position of the patriarch has been set internally. Not to mention that Qingyunque is unbearable, the entire Qingtian The tribe is afraid that they will not accept it." A dead god, standing in the light of death in nine circles, said so.

　　A great undead blood **** from the Qitian tribe, said: "So, the senior evil master thinks that the death of Xueqingsheng and Qishou is really the work of Qingyuntai?"

　　 "If you don't die of the blood race, how can a dead old man in this seat speak nonsense?" The evil master smiled.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Blood and energy are overflowing, and waves of divine power are sweeping across all directions.

　　 The gods looked intently at the spirit world of Qingyuntai, where the sea of ​​blood was dense, thunder and lightning flashed, and mountains and rivers continued to smash against Zhang Ruochen.

　　 However, Zhang Ruochen was full of vigor and fighting spirit, even if he was dragged into the world of the gods, he was not affected at all, and all the magical powers played by Qingyuntai were smashed.

　　 The cultivation base is as powerful as Qingyuntai, but can't suppress a Zhang Ruochen?

　　 The previous sword, the gods only thought that Qingyuntai was negligent, and was wounded by the divine sword.

　　 "Six in One Sword Shocking God Formation!"

　　 Zhang Ruochen shouted, and the six swords formed a battle.

　　 The kendo rules of the entire Hundred Clan King City all converge in the dense sea of ​​blood and flow around Zhang Ruochen.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Six swords came out, slashing through the barriers in the world of the gods, and slashing on the Qingyuntai.

　　 There was a lot of blood in the divine body, and the divine bone was cut off.

　　 Zhang Ruochen strode forward, observing Qingyuntai's rules as if there was nothing, trampled on the mountains and rivers, caught up with the Qingyuntai that had escaped in his own world, and slapped it down with a palm.

　　 With this palm, the dragon yelled like a whistle, hitting Qingyuntai and vomiting blood, and flew out of the world of the gods.

"come back!"

　　 Zhang Ruochen manipulated the space, pulled the Qingyuntai back, lifted a divine sword and slashed it diagonally.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 Qingyuntai shrinks its blood wings and resists the world of the gods, but how powerful is the divine sword. After the sword light flashed, a pair of blood wings were cut down.

　　 The Master of Night Tour was so excited that he secretly thanked him for not betraying the Xuejue family and Zhang Ruochen.

　　 All the foster fathers I previously recognized are not as powerful as the master.

　　 "It's no wonder that Zhang Ruochen has the confidence to break into the royal city of a hundred races. It is really shocking to have such combat power at a young age." The evil master sighed with emotion.

　　 "It's just a **** that can be awe-inspiring for a while."

　　 An old and gloomy voice came from a chariot built of bones.

　　 On both sides of the chariot, there stood dozens of powerful ghost monks, all in black robes, mysterious and unpredictable.

The voice in the White Bone Chariot said: "What are you waiting for? Since Zhang Ruochen has appeared, he will attack him as a group and kill him. Do you still want to wait for the Yasha and Fire Ghosts to seize control of the Crown Cloud Formation Tower? Quan, will you drive us out of the city with the formation?"

　　The gods of the major forces seem to be trying to defeat Zhang Ruochen, but in fact, they are all gathered in the city of a hundred families because of their interests.

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　　Because, once the Yasha tribe falls, any force will go up and take a bite, and it will be greasy.

　　 Besides, the Royal City of Hundred Races is related to the wealth and structure of a star field. But how can the forces that want to make a difference at this time of changing circumstances not get a piece of the pie?

　　 However, these great gods are human spirits, and they did not act rashly.

　　 After all, Zhang Ruochen is still Tianma’s divine envoy on his face, and the city of Hundred Clan is not far away from Xinghuantian.

　　 Haven't seen the black temple floating in the sky, hasn't it been moving?

　　 "Okay! Since you are afraid of your head, the old man will take the lead."

　　 Seeing that the Qingyuntai was smashed by Zhang Ruochen with a divine sword, the divine body was in tatters, and the bone chariot carried a cold ghost cloud, and rushed straight towards Zhang Ruochen.

　　 The great **** in the White Bone Chariot is a veteran ghost clan powerhouse in the Earthshade Ghost City. He is known as the ancestor of Xuanqi and has been in the **** world for hundreds of thousands of years.

　　 Another prestigious ancient god!

　　 The formation inscription pattern of the bone chariot crushing the ground, the ghostly aura and the rules of the **** pattern exuding, condensed into an army of ghost tribes wearing armor and riding war beasts, seeming to razing the city of a hundred clan kings to the ground.

　　 Zhang Ruochen abandoned the beaten blue cloud platform covered in blood, rushed to the bone chariot, holding a divine sword, and displaying the magical powers of the heavens.

　　Blue and yellow springs!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Huangquan Shenhe gushed out along with the sword energy, slicing the bone chariot to pieces.

　　 Although the Bone Chariot is a great defensive treasure, it will not be broken when the stars crush it, but in front of the Excalibur, it is like tofu.

　　 The ancestor Xuanqi who was sitting in the chariot screamed, and the ghost was divided into two by the divine sword and flung it back.

　　 It's so shocking!

　　 Qing Yuntai was beaten to a **** bloody body, and his reputation was as powerful as the ancestor of Xuanqi, but Zhang Ruochen's sword directly cleaved the ghost.

　　 In a confrontation, it was hit hard.

　　 All the races in the city of a hundred races realized that today’s things are hard to do well, and the battle of the Great God level is unbearable even for the God City.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 "Wow!"

　　……

　　 In the sacred grounds of more than one hundred small clans in the city, there are bright arrays of light beams rising, motivating the formation inscriptions in the city, forming one after another divine array mask.

　　 They want to defend the city and cannot be destroyed in the battle of God.

　　 "Zhang Ruochen is crazy, he wants to kill the great god!" An exclamation resounded through the sky.

　　 Zhang Ruochen wore long hair and suppressed the ancestor Xuanqi, who had recondensed a ghost, under a handprint of a thousand-meter-sized divine flame, constantly obliterating his spiritual thoughts and spiritual will.

　　 "Boom!"

　　The ghost body of the ancestor Xuanqi exploded, and the ghosts turned into plumes of smoke in the flames of the gods.

　　Zhang Ruochen pinched a **** source in his hand, staring in all directions, and said: "You want to kill me, are you qualified? If you don't want to die, just do it."

　　 Even in the starry sky, the ancestor Xuanqi's Star Soul God Constellation has been extinguished, and the gods still don't believe the picture they see before them.

　　 That was an ancient **** who didn't fall in such a tragic battle 100,000 years ago. How could he die in the city of a hundred races? How could he die in the hands of a young man who is still young?

　　 Is this man really Zhang Ruochen?

　　Many gods were shocked, guessing that this Zhang Ruochen must have been transformed by a certain great god, and it could not be the great sage junior a hundred years ago.

　　 The recovered Qingyuntai, with torn armor on his body, looked at Zhang Ruochen, his eyes were full of horror, and he said in his heart: "Is he the **** of blood?"

　　 The sky in the City of Hundred Races suddenly turned blood red, and a pouring rain of blood fell on UU Reading www.uukANAshu.com.

　　 The huge corpse of the Great God of the Great Void Realm of the Yasha tribe fell from the clouds, like a mountain.

The temple of Yasha Ancestor was suspended in the air, and the beautiful and peerless figure of the Jade Spirit God stood outside the temple, looking down at the gods below, saying: "The night sky has betrayed the Yasha tribe, and has been killed by this **** today. Those who want to encroach on the king city of a hundred races, dead!"

　　 Two great gods fell one after another, and the monks in the city of a hundred races, from the spiritual gods to the slaves and pawns, all boiled.

　　 "It's crazy, everyone is crazy!"

　　 "A Zhang Ruochen, a Jade Spirit God, where do they come from? Are they going to declare war on the **** world?"

　　……

　　 Jade Spirit God said loudly: "The Hundred Clan King City can't hold so many gods, and you don't want to be an enemy of the Yasha Clan, please leave with your army within a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, there will be no mercy!"

　　 A true **** of the dark temple, with two heads, walked out of the holy army camp, looked in the direction of the temple of the ancestor of the Yacha, and said: "Jade Spirit God, are you really impatient to live?"

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The true **** was slapped to death by the jade spirit god.

　　 A hundred-meter-long five-finger handprint appeared on the ground.

　　 In the nearby holy army camp, the holy sergeants of the tens of thousands of dark temples are all turned into dust.

　　 The whole city is silent!

　　 No more monks thought that Yulingshen was joking just now!