At the beginning, in the battle of hunting the sky, the liquid dark space-time matter was found in the dark star, even a drop of it was extremely powerful.

Although the dark matter is not as mysterious as the dark space-time matter, the dark matter here directly condenses into the earth. With such a heavy dark power, the ordinary monks of the Dark Way will definitely be overwhelmed.

For the gods who practice the dark way, it is the most precious place.

Quiet abnormally, there is no danger for the time being.

Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but think of Yan Liren. Thousands of years ago, he took off his cocoon and entered the blood domain. Is he still alive?

How dangerous is the blood realm, he is a great sage, and most of them are more wicked than good.

Moreover, in the blood domain, he did not sense his breath. With his cultivation base, the probability of being able to come here and surviving is also very slim.

Yan Liren, both the Supreme Elder of the Blood God Sect and the pavilion owner of the Dragon Guarding Pavilion, had a deep friendship with Emperor Ming. He helped Zhang Ruochen and even saved Zhang Ruochen's life.

Just as Zhang Ruochen sighed in his heart, thousands of feet away, he saw a familiar figure in a place where his vision was very blurred.

"Elder Tai, is that you?"

Zhang Ruochen's face was surprised, and there was also a hint of joy.

However, that figure disappeared in an instant, as if it was Zhang Ruochen's own illusion.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to catch up to investigate, but, looking at Mu Lingxi, he stopped immediately.

He was quite sure that the figure just now existed, and the figure was very similar to Yan Liren. But if it was him, why did he retreat?

unusual!

Prepared and prepared, Zhang Ruochen immediately launched the 18th Yin and Yang rounds, deriving the formation with the Bodhi tree as the center.

At the same time, he drove the six divine swords into the ground of the dark matter, forming a sword formation under the ground.

With these two formations, one bright and one dark, Zhang Ruochen settled in his mind and released his mental power and Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram. The 80th-order mental power, here, can only reach thirty miles away, and then the mental power tentacles are corroded by the darkness.

The Tai Chi Yin-Yang map and the heart of truth can be explored farther, but when it reaches Baili, it becomes more and more blurred.

Fifty miles away from the ground, the dark energy gradually weakened, and turned into nothingness, and the power gradually became stronger.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen stood up and looked at one of the directions, and the ancient sword of Shen Yuan floated above his head automatically.

"Wow!"

An incomparably huge human corpse, rushing over, the body is taller than a mountain.

It was full of darkness, and its flesh and blood rotted so much that it would fall at any time. The armor of the supreme holy artifact on its body was already tattered and rusty.

Holding a warhammer, his body surged and smashed down.

"Boom!"

The warhammer smashed the yin and yang eighteenth round of the formation light curtain, Zhang Ruochen immediately triggered the formation, forming a strong spatial shock wave, hitting the corpse of the gods flying out.

The armor of the god's corpse was shattered into iron skin and scattered to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen did not take advantage of the victory, because in the darkness, there were more corpses roaring in all directions. The voices were harsher than each other, and the divine power fluctuated strongly.

The divine power bursting out of them lit up the darkness.

I saw four phoenixes flying towards Zhang Ruochen's left. Their bodies are huge and rancid, but the feathers of the gods are still bright, and their wings are spread out, which is more than ten miles long.

Obviously they deliberately control the size of the divine body and do not want to come into contact with nothingness.

When the Phoenix tribe of Kunlun Realm was exterminated, could it be that they died in the battle of the endless abyss?

Not allowing Zhang Ruochen to think too much, there was the sound of wooden fish on the right, and seven corpses in robes rushed towards him. They are thousands of feet tall and in human form, but they are covered with long black hair.

The body glowed golden light, but his mouth and nose swallowed the air of darkness.

It was the Buddhism gods who fell here, all evil turned into evil corpses.

Since then, the angels, monsters, dragons, and underworlds... the number of **** corpses is increasing, attacking the Yin and Yang 18 rounds from all directions.

"boom!"

A phoenix corpse, breathing black flames, hovered over the eighteenth round of Yin and Yang, and was chopped down by Zhang Ruochen with Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

Zhang Ruochen released the Divine Devouring Insects and let them eat separately.

The **** corpses here are very strange, unlike the corpse races possessing spiritual wisdom, they only seem to know how to attack.

Moreover, even if their corpses were shredded, the corpses could quickly regroup.

"Boom!"

A corpse of a **** wearing a cassock, and the wooden fish Buddhist artifacts shot out, were collected by Zhang Ruochen with a Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram.

The wooden fish Buddhist artifact should be a Hunyuan-level supreme sacred artifact, but after being eroded by the dark power for 100,000 years, it has lost its Buddha nature and was directly crushed by Zhang Ruochen, allowing Shen Yuan Ancient Sword to absorb it.

Although there are many corpses of gods, Zhang Ruochen is no longer what he used to be, and he can deal with it calmly.

After dragging the sixth corpse into the Yin-Yang eighteenth round, Zhang Ruochen's soul stabbed suddenly, his eyes were dark and he almost fell to the ground.

It's a curse!

In the darkness, an unknown powerful corpse cast a curse on him and attacked his soul.

Maybe it’s not a corpse...

Zhang Ruochen stimulated the power of the Buddha's relic in his body, and at the same time retreated to the Bodhi tree, using Buddha's power to fight against the curse. Immediately afterwards, the spiritual power burst out and cursed, counterattacking the powerful enemy hidden in the dark.

Contained by an unknown powerful enemy, the power of the eighteenth yin and yang rounds weakened, and one after another corpses broke into the formation, rushing to the Bodhi tree in the center of the formation.

Divine Devouring Insects flooded the sky and fought fiercely.

Under the Bodhi tree, it is a critical moment for Mu Ling to cross the divine calamity, and strands of magic fire are automatically condensed around it. Some erupted from the ground, and some fell from the void above.

Fengtian's voice came into Zhang Ruochen's ears, saying: "The magic fire is coming, you have to fight quickly and solve the opponent, immediately step back, don't be sensed by the divine calamity!"

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly. The enemy buried in the dark can hurt his soul with a curse. It is not a **** corpse in the immeasurable realm, or a great **** in the super virtual realm.

In such a situation, she actually wanted him to make a quick decision.

For Lingxi, fight today!

"cut!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes gradually became fierce and he no longer hid his strength. He evoked the six-handed divine sword hidden in the ground, and suddenly the power of the artifact spread.

The sword formation is horizontal, and the sword aura is like a goddess scattered flowers, slashing in all directions.

"puff!"

"Puff!"

...

This sword smashed all dozens of corpses pouring over.

The stumps are thrown away, and the blood is like a waterfall.

Whether it is the huge phoenix and dragon, or the strange and unpredictable corpse of the **** of the Underworld, it is difficult to stop Zhang Ruochen's sword power, like a chicken and a dog, the corpse fell into the swarm of insects.

Afterwards, Zhang Ruochen flew into the air, slapped towards the darkness with a palm.

The god-sovereign talisman in the palm flickered, and a blood-red fist print flew out from the talisman, illuminating the darkness, and bombarding the place where the curse was spreading.

Under the shining of blood-red fist marks, Zhang Ruochen saw two figures in the distant darkness.

One of them is very similar to Yan Liren, but it is not real.

The other was covered with a black robe, and while retreating quickly, while propping up the staff, formed a light and shadow of the ancestor of the underworld, colliding with the flying fist marks.

In the darkness, there was a scream, and blood spilled out.

It's a pity that this blood-colored fist imprinted flying in the dark for too long, and its power was wiped out a lot, its power was greatly damaged, and it failed to kill him.

In Zhang Ruochen's perception, the two figures flee away, and all the corpses of the gods also retreated.

"Who is this person? These corpses should all be controlled by him." Zhang Ruochen's worry between his eyebrows couldn't be resolved.

Although the darkness eroded the **** fist mark, the opponent was able to block the blow without dying. This cultivation level was no small matter.

Looking at the godly rune in the palm of his hand, there were cracks everywhere, and he could hit it once at most.

Under the Bodhi tree, there is a magic flame that surpasses the sky, like a tumbling lake of flames, completely enveloping Mu Lingxi.

Zhang Ruochen retreated to the distance, pushing the Heart of Truth and Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram to the extreme, preventing the hidden enemy from sneaking, or launching a curse to attack Mu Lingxi who was going through the catastrophe.

In the induction, the breath of a creature came from far to near.

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen's field of vision appeared.

It really is Yan Liren!

Zhang Ruochen smiled and called out: "Pavilion Master Yan!"

Yan Liren's expression was very unnatural, and he was not half happy. He said, "Unexpectedly, after a goodbye back then, your cultivation base is already so strong."

"Pavilion Master Yan also stepped into the realm of God?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Based on Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation base, he is called the Master of Yan Pavilion, not the Supreme Elder.

Yan Liren understands that Zhang Ruochen is reminding him that you are the pavilion and subordinate of the Dragon Guarding Pavilion of the Shengming Central Empire.

This is what an upper person calls a lower person!

At the same time, he was also dissatisfied with what he did just now.

Yan Liren smiled bitterly, and was about to open his mouth to remind something. Suddenly, his eyes became black, all the whites of his eyes disappeared, and his voice became weird. He said: "Everyone is a **** in the **** world. I just misunderstood. I saw the darkness blooming. The Bodhi tree treats you as Buddhist gods, UU reading www.uukānshu.com will only attack. This seat is the great **** of the Ming clan, and he is suffering."

Zhang Ruochen had heard of the name Yan Shang. He was the son of Yan Xuan Zang, but it was rumored to have fallen 100,000 years ago.

Did he stay here for a hundred thousand years?

Zhang Ruochen knew that the current Yan Liren was just a puppet talking to him. Obviously, the power of the god-sovereign talisman frightened the other party and did not dare to come.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Pavilion Master Yan should have told you my identity, right?"

"Huh! He doesn't want to say anything, but his consciousness can be easily spied on by this seat. You have the blood of the undead, and you can get the talisman from the **** of the undead. You are obviously a **** in the **** world. You are. People, there is no need to fight, can the previous grievances be written off?" Yan Li humanitarianly.

In such a place, Zhang Ruochen couldn't believe the other party at all, and said, "Your Excellency was hit by the godly talisman. You should have been hurt very badly, right?"

"It's all caused by misunderstandings. If I have the wrong first, how can I take this matter to my heart? Great God Ruochen doesn't need to worry too much." Yan Liren's voice was full of openness.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Brother Yan, can you tell me how long have you been here? What kind of place is this place?"

Yan Liren sighed for a long time and said, "One hundred thousand years! This seat has been trapped here for one hundred thousand years."

"My father is the most prestigious powerhouse of the Ming clan, doesn't he know that you are still alive? Why didn't he come to save you?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Yan Li said in a human way: "This matter is hard to describe in one word. How about we meet in person to discuss it in detail?"

Although Zhang Ruochen called him brothers and sisters, he was more vigilant in his heart, saying: "My senior sister is at the critical moment of surviving the tribulation. It will not be too late for us to meet in person when she succeeds in surmounting the tribulation."

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Can anyone tell me how many chapters are owed?

There is an update tonight.

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