The so-called "Temple of Warfare" refers to the temple left by the ancient powerful, inherited by later gods, and refined into a temple that exists for war.

Like an armor in the form of a temple.

Have the strongest defensive power, and the strongest offensive power.

It is very similar to the ancestral temple of the Yasha tribe, except that the general warfare temple is far less powerful than the ancestral temple.

Of course, whether the temple of the ancestors or the temple of tactics, the key lies in the cultivation of the master of the temple. The stronger the spirit of the temple owner, the stronger the temple can be evoked.

The half statue flew out in the black temple, crossing the void.

Around the temple, black lightning shuttled, containing horror and killing power.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were solemn, and he was not deterred by the breath of the immeasurable **** of great freedom. He greeted him, pinched the sword art with his fingers, drew rain-like sword energy, and hit the temple heavily.

"boom!"

Large tracts of space collapsed.

Zhang Ruochen and the Black Temple plunged into the world of nothingness, sword aura and formation beams intertwined.

The half **** soul was released, and his sleeves waved, and a river of purple spirit gushed out from the temple.

The air is a level that can be cultivated by the immeasurable **** of great freedom, and every strand of it can cut the gods. Such a long river of spirit, rushed into a divine formation with a diameter of a thousand feet.

The sacred formation revolved rapidly, and a gray cloud gushing out from the center of the formation.

A tall, hideous, and imposing, dead god, walked out of the cloud, swung a sickle-shaped war blade, and cut through the sky.

Zhang Ruochen's sword energy was all shattered by the sickle.

The blade light slashed past him, but it was stained a little, the body guard's divine light was torn, and a blood stain appeared on his shoulder.

It was terrifying, like a blow made by the real **** king and god.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's shoulders bleeding, the half-zun breathed a sigh of relief and said: "No matter how strong you are, you are still infinite, and the power that this **** is using now is infinite. Whether you are a famous sword **** or something else Who, show your true strength!"

Zhang Ruochen could see that the combat power of the half statue that controls the temple of warfare is already above that of Xuanyi's clone.

Of course, it is not to say that the half statue is the first person under the limit. After all, if Xuan Yi controls the temple of Tongtian, he can easily crush his temple of warfare.

Just like the Blood Jue War God sacrifices the **** ancestor's corpse, who can stop it under the limit?

The ancient gods of every big power have a strong hole card that can raise their combat power to an invincible under infinite power. The key depends on whether you can withstand the cost of losing your hole cards.

Xuan Yi lost the temple of Tongtian, half of the temple of warfare, the **** of blood and the **** of blood lost the corpse of the ancestor, the **** of Jade Spirit lost the temple of the ancestor of Yasha... it was not just their own loss.

If you really want to be taken away by the immeasurable old yin goods hiding in the dark, the forces behind them will definitely be violent.

Zhang Ruochen did not use divine tools and profound meanings, but dodged at the speed of his body skills, and did not collide with the temple of war skills.

In the eyes of all spectators, Zhang Ruochen was in danger at this moment, and if he was a little slower, he would be beaten to pieces by the divine formation in the temple of warfare.

Unconsciously, Zhang Ruochen and Banzun's battlefield was getting farther and farther away from Xiongguanxing.

Above the atmosphere of Xiongguanxing, the God of War Muto came out out of thin air.

He is the second strongest person in the Dark Temple after Wuyue. His bones are wrapped in black iron, putting tremendous pressure on all the gods in the **** world.

"This famous sword **** is really unexpectedly powerful. Yuan Ruhai used the temple of warfare, and he couldn't take him down. It seems that he needs the help of the original god!"

The voice of Muto's God of War dried up, as harsh as iron rubbing.

A **** from the dark temple said: "Be careful of the **** of war. The sword **** in front of you may not be a real famous sword god. He is so strong that he doesn't look like a great **** at all. Maybe it's a change from the boss of the boundless realm!"

"Even if the bosses of the immeasurable realm have changed, what about it? If you dare to be an enemy of the **** realm, you have to pay a price."

The God of War Muto ripped open the space and directly crossed the void, rushing to the battlefield of Zhang Ruochen and Ban Zun.

He never thought of competing with the famous sword **** on the basis of his own cultivation base. After all, half of the statue was severely injured by the famous sword **** in an instant. With such a strength, who would dare to fight for the edge?

However, before the Emperor of the Nine Deaths went to the Beize Great Wall, he left him a temple of warfare, which was a temple refined by the ancient heavens, which contained the power left by the heavens.

This temple of warfare was reserved for him specifically to deal with the gods and gods, to protect the interests of the dark temple in the universe.

The strength displayed by the famous sword god, and the threats it may cause, have reached the point where the temple of warfare must be used.

"boom!"

The God of War Muto drove a white temple and descended into the world of nothingness.

The white temple is shining like jade, and a jade carving **** is wrapped around the temple, surrounded by auspicious clouds, emitting a colorful glow.

It's not like a temple owned by the gods of the Dark Temple, it's more like a fairy house.

Motivated by the spirit of the war **** Muto, the colorful rays of light enveloped Zhang Ruochen, and every ray of light was like a chain of gods, making Zhang Ruochen like falling into a swamp.

I want to raise my arm, it seems like a hundred thousand sacred mountain is pressed on my arm.

The jade carving **** Jiao came back to life, with dense patterns on his body, and he swung his claws to slap Zhang Ruochen away three thousand miles away.

Zhang Ruochen's internal organs are painful, and the seventy percent of his body is a bit unbearable, as if he is about to be beaten and cracked.

But everything was in his expectation, and the strongest trump cards of the major forces in the **** world were exposed. They were indeed very powerful, capable of resisting the attacks of the immeasurable **** king and deity.

If they don't have such strength, they will be abnormal, and Zhang Ruochen will feel that they are showing weakness.

"It's a pity, this **** didn't bring the Sword God Temple, otherwise, why are you afraid of both of you?"

Zhang Ruochen sighed deliberately, and then stepped on a spiritual step to flee to the depths of the universe.

"Want to escape? How easy is it!"

The God of War Muto stimulated the space teleportation array below the temple of warfare, the space trembled, ripples appeared, and the temple disappeared.

Appeared again, intercepted in front of Zhang Ruochen.

At the same time, the princess goddess in the eighteenth game of Yin and Yang, and the second elder of Zhen Mie Gong in the Baizi Qilin array, all slowly evacuated, widening the distance from Xiongguanxing. But being chased by the **** king battle formation, it is difficult to get out.

The **** world completely gained the upper hand, and the expression of the gods in the sky above Xiongguan star relaxed.

The pressure put on them by the four ancient gods of the Heavenly Court was really not small.

"On the battlefield, personal power is still too small to overturn the sky." The God of Sunny chuckled: "The gods of Sunny Civilization listen to orders, sacrifice the flag of heaven, and cut the ancient gods of plow marks."

Among the stars of Xiongguan, an aura of power that was more terrifying than the temple of warfare of the half-zun and Mutto was exuding, and a battle flag flew out of the void, making the rules of heaven and earth in the star field become active in an instant.

The power left by the heavens of the present age is obviously far more terrifying than the dead immeasurable immeasurable and ancient heavens.

"An ancient **** with furrow marks, why use the sky flag?" A melodious voice resounded through the world.

Among the stars of Xiongguan, three divine lights flew out.

Every divine light contained an aura of incomparable horror. When flying, the space trembled and the stars trembled.

They are the three ancient powerhouses of the Bone Race, the white long beard, the tiger in the cloud, and the black gluttonous, each of them dominates a sea of ​​bones, and is a giant of the gods.

"The three ancient gods must not underestimate the enemy, and the cultivation of the plow mark ancient gods is no small matter." The sun **** reminded.

"Mr. Leopard and Lord Bing were both hit hard by the ancient gods of furrow marks, and the three ancient gods of the Bone Clan dared to take action and they must hold on to them.

The **** of the sun looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw that the one who said this was the ancient **** of the gods of the Qinglu Temple.

Shenfeng Gushen had butterfly wings on his back, and his feet stepped on the blue mist.

In the fog of God, there is a black coffin suspended.

Seeing the **** of the sun, Shenfeng Gushen nodded to him and said, "Today's things are a bit weird. Although the four ancient gods of the heavenly court are strong, they are not strong enough to challenge the army of the **** world. There must be something strange. Now that the top powerhouses have taken action, the interior of Xiongguan Star is empty, and we must beware of the secret attacks of Heavenly Court and Xing Huantian."

The God of Sun is very confident, and said: "Don't worry! There are four great masters sitting here, and Xiong Guanxing is as solid as golden soup."

"Shenfeng Gushen is too worried, we are still there!" Taixu Great God Fuchuan said.

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Two temples of warfare, one behind one another, suppressed Zhang Ruochen in the shattered space within thousands of miles.

There are a total of thirty-four divine formations, which surround the Quartet.

Each of the divine marks left by the immeasurable Da Zi Zi and the heavens was like a sword of slaughtering the gods, shattering the divine realm world that Zhang Ruochen had evolved.

The supreme holy artifacts released by Zhang Ruochen were all turned into metal fragments, and it was difficult to stop a blow from the Temple of War.

"It's all drawn out, and the time is almost up. Xiong Guanxing and the City of Hundred Races should start!" Zhang Ruochen secretly took out the Tianzun scroll and hid it in his sleeve, preparing to fight back.

The Fengyan hidden in the dark is unbearable.

"Under the blessing of the Temple of Warfare, both the half-zun and the Muto-God of War have almost the level of the gods and gods, but the eldest brother can't reveal his identity and can't use the secrets and artifacts. This is too unfair!"

Feng Yan rushed out regardless of Chi Jialuo's dissuasion.

"Big... Sword God, take the sword!"

Feng Yan played a pure sun sword.

The divine sword pierced the starry sky like a dazzling meteor fire.

The Pure Sun Divine Sword flew towards Zhang Ruochen through the light curtain of the Divine Array.

"Sure enough, there are other heavenly gods hidden in the dark~lightnovelpub.net~ Half of the statue is standing outside the temple of warfare, with his eyes slanting towards Fengyan, raising his arms, and waving his palms out. The palms are shocking. Circle.

The heaven and the earth were induced, and a large handprint of divine light, nearly ten thousand meters long, appeared in the void and fell towards Fengyan.

Mighty is tyrannical and wants to shoot him to death.

Feng Yan only felt that the space in all directions collapsed towards him, his body couldn't move, and the air inside his body couldn't move.

Chichaluo and Mandala flower gods appeared one after another, but the distant water could not save the nearby fire.

Given standing hundreds of thousands of miles away, with a wave of his incense sleeve, a shower of colored petals appeared. The 10,000-meter-long Shenguang handprint instantly turned into wisps of mist, decomposing and opening.

The skill of the method made Banzun secretly startled.

He watched with his divine eyes, and he could only see Chichaluo, Mandala Flower God, and Xiang Chunan, but could not find the person who performed the operation, and his heart sank slightly.