Yin Xuanji said: "My strength is better than you, so what I say is rules."

"First, you return me the stubborn fruit of God. Second, surrender the treasure you dug from the ocean of magma. When you have finished these two points, I will tell you the third rule. "

Zhang Ruochen played with the dragon horn in his hand and said, "Is there a third rule?"

This time it was a woman's voice, answering Zhang Ruochen: "You are a descendant of time and space. You must be able to cross the polar wall of the corpse river. As long as you take us back to the Kunlun Realm, we can let you go."

I could hear her voice, but she could not see her.

I can only feel that there is an overcast wind blowing over the lava ocean.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes slanted, his arm suddenly waved, the dragon's horn in his hand was like an off-string arrow, and it broke out several times the speed of sound instantly.

About 40 feet away from Zhang Ruochen, there was a roar.

A chariot stacked with the bones of humans and wild beasts appeared in mid-air. The sharp dragon horns penetrated the chariot, smashed the chariot and opened it, turning it into pieces of broken bones. Landed on the ground.

A woman with a black veil flew out of a bone-bone chariot, looking rather embarrassed, her robes were penetrated, leaving a huge hole.

This woman is the princess of the ancient clan of raising ghosts, and she is a silver cicada.

At the same time, she is also a fiancee of the Yinxuan Period.

Feng Yinchan's hand, holding a bar of gray and black ghosts, fell to the ground, staring at Zhang Ruochen very angrily, saying, "Zhang Ruochen, dare you attack me?"

"call out."

The dragon horns flew a circle in mid-air, then flew back, and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

Zhang Ruochen held the dragon horns and seemed quite calm. "I don't like talking to people who are hiding their heads. As for your rules, I still quite agree with them. However, since it is the strong who set the rules, shouldn't you fight it? Decide who decides? "

"What? You disagree?"

On the body of Yin Xuanji, a powerful sacred power spread out, and said, "Don't think that you were able to tie with me last time, and think that you are great. To tell you the truth, for our ancient ancestors, the most The powerful strength is the war corpse we have made. On the contrary, our own strength is the second best. You really have a long way to go before you can truly fight. "

Zhang Ruochen's eyes glanced at the three war corpses beside Yin Xuanji, and said lightly, "How do you know the result without trying?"

Yin Xuanji's body, although wrapped in white cloth, can still be seen, and the corner of his mouth slightly tilted, revealing a disdainful smile.

"Since you disagree, I can only surrender you with absolute strength."

Yin Xuanji looked extraordinarily strong, took out a bell around his waist, and shook it gently.

Suddenly, a war corpse with three heads and six arms snarled, exhaling a large body of corpse.

There was a slight tune in his legs, and a gurgling sound jumped from the dragon's corpse's back and fell to the opposite side of Zhang Ruochen.

This war corpse is a super war corpse made from three semi-holy war corpses. Each of its six arms holds a sacred weapon, which is a sword, axe, beads, seal, tower, tripod, and mirror. .

The six sacred vessels all have an ancient charm. Inside, there are a large number of inscriptions, and the divine power emanating from the ground shatters the hard rock on the ground and spreads to the distance.

Zhang Ruochen's heart secretly said: "The heir to the ancestral ancients may have broken into the grave of a great saint. Otherwise, it would be impossible to equip a war corpse with so many holy artifacts."

The bell sounded again.

One of the three-headed, six-armed war corpse waved forward, dragging a sword-length of hundreds of meters long, like a giant wall of sword-gas, dividing the ground into two halves.

The sword gas kept rushing forward, and rushed to Zhang Ruochen's body.

Just this sword, the power erupted, is even more overbearing than the ordinary third-order semi-holy.

However, such a powerful sword gas just rushed into the face of Zhang Ruochen, and then gradually dissipated, and finally disappeared completely, not even Zhang Ruochen's body gas was broken.

"How can this be?" Yin Xuanji was quite surprised.

The third order half-sage's full-strength sword, even for him, could not be so easily resolved.

The princess of the ancient ghost raising group, Feng Yin Chan, stood far away, so she could see more clearly, reminding him: "The sword qi was resolved by the space domain. Only by breaking through the space domain can he be suppressed."

Yinxuanji grunted coldly, and the bell in his hand shook even more intensely.

The war corpse with three heads and six arms made a crackling sound in the body. The body was five or six times taller, and became the size of a small hill. Six giant arms stretched out at the same time, as if to tear up this world. .

With the corpse's body surging, the six sacred artifacts emitted a dazzling light, like the burning sun that turned into six groups, the atmosphere was bright and glorious, and they flew out to Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

Zhang Ruochen's two hands were stretched out at the same time, and the space cracks over the magma ocean were moved. There were a total of seven or eight lanes, and they hit the warhead with three heads and six arms at the same time.

"Stab it!"

The body of the war corpse became dozens of pieces in an instant, and then it was drawn into the cracks in space and turned into a mist of blood.

The six sacred artifacts lost control and were naturally collected easily by Zhang Ruochen.

After Shen Yuan's ancient sword absorbed the six sacred artifacts, more than a hundred inscriptions were added to the inside of the sword body, one step closer to the thousands of sacred artifacts.

Although the corpse of the **** has been taken away by the ancestors of the dead Zen, this space has not completely restored stability, and there are still many space cracks and space vortices floating in the mid-air.

This is a very dangerous place for other monks.

However, for Zhang Ruochen, playing against people here has huge advantages. Even if he is stronger than him, he will be suppressed by him when he comes here.

A powerful war corpse was lost, and six sacred artifacts were lost. Even the Yinxuan Period was vomited with anger. That was a huge fortune, comparable to the sum of the wealth of a semi-holy family.

"Zhang Ruochen, you have angered me."

Yin Xuanji clenched his teeth, his muscles tightened, and his body air became thicker. On his head, a cloud of body air condensed.

Because the breath that erupted from him was too strong, propping up the surrounding space with a pattern of broken lines.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at Feng Yinchan again, saying, "Should we go together?"

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Obviously, Feng Yinchan was also quite angry, waving the sneaky hand in his hand.

"call!"

A large swath of ghostly spirit flew out of the ghost.

With every strand of ghostly air, a ghost soldier wearing armor is condensed. A total of eight thousand ghost soldiers gathered together and lined up in front of her, condensing a powerful power.

Among them, there are eight ghost soldiers, and even the actual ghosts are condensed. The strength is the most imperious, but eight impermanent commanders.

One of the most powerful aspects of the ancient zombies and the ancient ghost-raising tribes is that they can control a large number of war corpses and ghost soldiers.

A half-holy corpse and a half-holy ghost can be worth a few digits, even dozens.

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