God Emperor

Above, streaks of holy power overwhelming the heaven and earth came down, and various wonders of the Tao realm appeared.

Three black islands appeared above the head of the great sage of the Temple of Death, floating in the space.

There is a supreme state like a two-headed python, with colorful rivers appearing around the body, and the sound of the water is deafening.

There were also clouds of death gas that enveloped the entire huge stone altar, and thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket shuttled through it.

Master Yeyou, Seven-Handed Old Man, and Xue Tu all had expressions of shock.

It's not that they have never seen the Great Sage of the Supreme Realm, but more than ten Supreme Realm sages are arrayed at the same time. This is so shocking that ghosts and gods will cry. In the world, except for Wuma Jiuxing and Bai Qing'er's level, A strong man can look down upon him, but who wouldn't be afraid of other monks?

Zhang Ruochen knew that once he started climbing the huge stone altar, he would definitely not be able to hide his tracks, so he was not too panicked.

Everyone felt a flash of light in front of their eyes, their bodies became slightly weightless, and they appeared in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace. The Imperial Palace's protective formation, the Great Sage's inscriptions, and divine patterns all emerged, forming layers of defense.

Suddenly, everyone calmed down a little. After all, the Seven-Star Imperial Palace was refined by the Blood God of War, and the Great Sage's inscriptions and divine patterns were also inscribed by him himself. In addition, they were not weak, so they could use this palace to fight with Temple of Death versus one or two.

"Wow!"

The old man with seven hands reached the center of the hall, pressed his palm to the ground, and released all the mental power of the sixty-ninth level.

Suddenly, the lines on the surface of the Seven Star Imperial Palace became brighter. Another wisp of divine mist poured out from the seven palaces, turning into a river of mist to protect the imperial palace.

The stronger the monks are in the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, the stronger the defensive power that the Seven-Star Imperial Palace will unleash.

Zhang Ruochen could see that the old man Qishou was now sincerely loyal to the Xuejue family, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

Yuan Ji Leng snorted: "I am afraid that a seven-star imperial palace cannot protect you."

Zhang Ruochen stood outside the palace gate, looked up, and said, "I know that you are experts in the Temple of Death, but it may not be that easy to break through the Seven Star Emperor Palace or even suppress us."

"It may not be an easy task."

Yuan Qianmo took out a black metal pen that was one foot and two inches long. Huan Zhen, who was standing aside, immediately took out a purple ink block and an inkstone and ground out purple-red ink.

The original road was stained with ink and sketched in the air.

Master Yeyou stared at Yuan Qianmo above, his eyelids trembled, and he said: "No, it's Wu Sui's magic brush and Jiufuzhi ink."

"Sacred weapon?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"It is not a divine weapon, but the Wusui Magic Pen is extremely famous. It is one of the rare weapons of the Temple of Death. Every owner was later crowned a king in the realm of gods. It has been raised by successive god kings and gods in the Temple of Death. The magic in the pen is beyond our imagination.”

"Nine-corrugated corpse ink is the ninth corrosive substance refined from rotten corpses, and it is also the most powerful corrosive substance. It is said that it takes one hundred thousand rotten corpses to refine a grain as big as a mung bean. . This corrosive substance is designed to break the Great Sage's inscriptions and divine patterns."

"Use space power quickly and escape from here."

Master Yeyou just finished speaking.

Yuan Qianmo smiled and said, "You can't escape."

The secret pattern he sketched was strange and ferocious, like a dancing ghost, flying towards the Seven Stars Imperial Palace and suppressing it.

The powerful corrosive power actually escaped into the Seven-Star Imperial Palace through the Great Sage's inscriptions, divine patterns, and defensive formations, causing Zhang Ruochen's skin to instantly turn gray-black.

This has not yet fallen, and it is so terrifying. Once the great saint inscriptions and divine patterns in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace are corroded, and the corrosive power pours in directly, won't they all die inside?

Just when Master Yeyou's knees were already shaking, a circular formation rose up in the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, and countless sky fires flew out of the formation, colliding with the secret pattern outlined by the original Qianmo.

"Boom."

After a fierce collision, the secret pattern full of corrosive power was burned clean by the sky fire.

"What formation is so powerful?"

All the great saints of the Temple of Death showed expressions of surprise.

Yuan Qianmo narrowed his eyes and stared at the formation suspended above the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, and said: "No wonder you are so calm. It turns out there is a Hand of the World in the Seven-Star Imperial Palace."

A Le, Cairo Earth Master, and Xue Lang walked out of the palace gate and appeared next to Zhang Ruochen.

They have special status and do not appear in public, so they have been staying in the Seven Star Emperor Palace.

Yuan Ji shouted: "Zhang Ruochen, you are so brave, you actually colluded with the heaven world."

"Yuan Ji, are all the stones growing in your head? My senior brother is colluding with the heaven world? Go tell the Temple of Destiny and see if they believe it or not." Xue Tu said.

Yuan Ji thought about it carefully and was speechless.

Yes, Zhang Ruochen colluded with the monks in the heaven world. If you say this, let alone the Temple of Destiny, not even the monks in the heaven world will believe it.

What kind of ability does this kid Zhang Ruochen have? He can actually conquer the Cairo Earth Master, Yeyou Master, and the Seven-Handed Old Man at the same time, who are far more powerful than him?

Gu Shejing chuckled and said, "Master Qian Mo, please think clearly. If we really want to fight, you Death Temple may not be able to win."

Yuan Qianmo said: "Why does Miss Gushe need to be so close to Zhang Ruochen? How about we become friends of the Temple of Death and we kill Zhang Ruochen together. You take the treasures from him first. How about that?"

"This proposal is quite exciting." Gu Shejing's eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

Xuetu's expression changed and he said, "Master's sister-in-law, please don't be fooled by him. He wants to drive a wedge between us."

"You're the only one who's smart?"

Gu Shejing gave him a cold look, then looked at Yuan Qianmo and said, "I am indeed very interested in the treasure on Zhang Ruochen. However, if I can get it by killing him, I will have many opportunities to kill him."

Yuan Qianmo nodded and said, "That's true! In other words, even if you kill Zhang Ruochen, you won't get the treasure from him?"

"Yeah, so, I've been thinking of ways to see if he would take the initiative to give it to me?" Gu Shejing's eyes turned to Zhang Ruochen.

The situation has become quite delicate.

Gu Shejing seemed to have rejected Yuan Qianmo's wooing, but also seemed to be threatening Zhang Ruochen, with a hint of ambiguity in the threat.

No one can guess what she really thinks.

The old man with seven hands sent a message to Zhang Ruochen and said: "Gu Shejing definitely doesn't dare to cooperate with the Death Temple to eradicate us. Whatever treasure she wants, give it to her for the time being. Only by stabilizing her can we have the strength to fight against the Death Temple. "

Zhang Ruochen knew that what Gu Shejing wanted was the "Stone Carvings of the Heavenly Demon", but he had no intention of compromising and giving it to her. He said: "Yuan Qianmo, if we continue to quarrel here, we will probably take advantage of other monks. Are you sure? , is killing me more important than seizing the treasure in the Origin Temple?”

Yuan Qianmo flashed a look of doubt.

Originally looking around silently, he said gloomily: "Zhang Ruochen, don't bother to raise any doubts. Where are the other monks?"

"But, in fact, there are indeed people who climbed onto the giant stone altar one step ahead of us."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Can't you see that there were space inscriptions between each of these huge rocks to isolate them, but the ones at the bottom have been broken by others."

"The original controllers of your Temple of Death, even those in the semi-saint realm, can sense it. Could it be that the original controllers in the great saint realm can't sense it?"

The monks in the Temple of Death all looked at each other and released their spiritual power to explore out.

Yuan Qianmo's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look upward. The Wusui magic pen in his hand was like a short spear, and he clicked out from the air.

From the tip of the pen, a pillar of death energy with a diameter of half a meter emerged, penetrating through the layers of divine pattern light walls.

"Roar!"

The moment Yuan Qianmo took action, a high-pitched dragon roar sounded from the right.

As the silver dazzling light shines out, a chariot rushes out of the silver mist. The cart was pulled by a twelve-foot-tall Yinglong, exuding powerful divine power, like a blazing sun rolling in.

"Yinxia Guangyun Chariot! Everyone, be careful, it's Wuma Jiuxing."

"How come Wu Ma Jiuxing is hiding here?"

…

Three Supreme Saints from the Temple of Death rushed to intercept, but they were all knocked away by Ying Long's claws and fell to the bottom of the huge stone altar.

This Yinglong is a pure-blooded divine beast, the mount of Wu Ma Jiu Xing. It only needs the final transformation to reach the level of a false god. Naturally, it cannot be stopped by ordinary supreme realms.

True Emperor Yuanshu moved forward, stopped in front of Yinglong, and pushed him out with one palm.

Behind her, a shadow of death more than ten feet high rose up. This shadow also struck Yinglong on the head with a palm, suppressing the Yinxia Guangyun chariot to a stop.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuanshu sensed dense sword rules appearing around his body. His hair was cut off, his crown was chipped off, and his holy armor was cut.

She looked up.

I saw that a light sword condensed by the rules of the sword was already hanging above.

The terrifying force of the knife suppressed her whole body, as if she was locked in the eyes of death.

"What a powerful Wu Ma Jiu Xing."

True Emperor Yuanshu knew that he would never be able to catch this sword, and he would not have time to use the life-threatening forbidden technique, so he had no choice but to slowly close his eyes.

"Boom."

Just when she thought she was certain to die, there was a loud noise above her head, like a divine thunder exploding.

The light knife was shattered by Wu Sui's magic pen.

The next moment, she felt a lightness in her delicate body. She opened her eyes and saw Yuan Qianmo's handsome face with clear outlines. When her feet landed on the ground, she was already a long distance away from the Yinxia Guangyun Chariot.

Yuan Qianmo released his arm from her waist, grabbed Wu Sui's magical pen that flew back, and said, "Wuma Jiuxing, your opponent is me."

In the Yinxia Guangyun chariot, a deep voice sounded: "What a pity. If she hadn't blocked it for a moment just now and caught you by surprise, my first knife should have caused some injuries to you."

Yuan Qianmo said: "I thought that you, Wuma Jiuxing, were one of the few people in the world who were qualified to confront me head-on, but I didn't expect that your temper was so bad. The sword was drawn from behind. Before the sword was drawn, , the sword is already weak!"

"I also want to fight you openly and honestly. Unfortunately, over the years, except for Yu Qiu, all I have encountered are a group of monks who came to kill me. It's just like on Ice King, when I defeated Zhuo Yunong, but Attracting the entire Temple of Destiny to attack, so many strong men gathered in the Temple of Death, but you want me to attack from the front, isn't it too much?"

Wuma Jiuxing, with his fiery red hair, stepped out of the chariot and flew down on Yinglong's head, exuding a masculine and domineering aura.

Xuetu shouted: "You and Yuan Qianmo are fighting. We will deal with the other great saints in the Temple of Death."

"One is number one in the "Shenchu ​​Scroll", and the other is number one in the dark forces. Who is the real number one? Today, the confrontation between the two top players in the world will definitely be exciting." Master Yeyou said.

Xuetu said: "Perhaps, we will witness a historic moment today. The battle for the first person in the hell world is so exciting!"

"Fight! Fight to the extreme. Who is the supreme under the divine realm?" Master Yeyou said.

…

The two of them exchanged words with each other, and their fighting spirit and momentum seemed to be stronger than Yuan Qianmo and Wuma Jiuxing.

Zhang Ruochen understood that Xuetu and Yeyou Master wanted to provoke Yuan Qianmo and Wuma Jiuxing to take action. Only when these two people fought could they take advantage of the opportunity. However, Yuan Qianmo and Wuma Jiuxing are ordinary people. Doing so will probably be self-defeating, and they are about to stop them.

But I heard Yuan Qianmo's voice, saying, "Why don't we kill them first, and then we'll have a showdown?"

The expressions of Master Xuetu and Yeyou changed greatly, and they felt regretful and immediately shut up.

There is another chapter tonight.