"The Emperor Chi voluntarily became a Tiannu, sacrificed himself, and also helped the Empress do that big thing."

Prajna's breathtaking cleansing face was uncovered and showed admiration.

In order to achieve great things and to exchange for a bright future for more people, those who dare to sacrifice themselves are worthy of their admiration.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It is so difficult for a monk to practice from a mortal to a state of death. Is it worth it to sacrifice just by saying sacrifice?"

"worth."

"Even the empress himself is not sure that the Supreme is still alive. Perhaps his sacrifice is worthless at all."

Prajna said firmly, "Even if it's only one-tenth of the chance, it's worth it. If I die and can play a role in rescuing the Supreme One, I will sacrifice my life without hesitation without regrets."

"Just like when you gave yourself to Chi Yao?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"It seems that your memory is really missing a lot." Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "I don't care which memory you want me to remember, but I know that the queen did the right thing. She has a heavy responsibility on her body. She is stronger than anyone else. She can face all the honors and disgraces in the world calmly."

"Zhang Ruochen, you are not as strong as her, nor as strong as her, nor as firm as her. You still don't know how to go in the future."

"Is that true?" Zhang Ruochen seemed to be asking himself.

"Do you have a dream?"

"Do you have a grand goal?"

"What kind of life do you think about in the future?"

"You don't, you're just walking, the path others want you to walk. The old master of Shengming wants you to walk, the road God of Moon wants you to walk, the road God of Blood wants you to walk, the road God of Blood wants you to walk..."

"And I am different. I always understand what I want to do, what I am doing, and what the meaning of cultivation is."

Qi Yang, who was kneeling aside, finally understood the meaning of "the more you know, the faster you die", and his skin was shaking all over his body, and he felt that he was about to die.

What does these secrets have to do with him?

He didn't want to know at all.

If I had known it, I would not have entered the altar of death, nor should I have entered the true self of Prajna.

Now, I can't escape even if I want to.

Zhang Ruochen did not want to make a decision on Prajna. These two people were old acquaintances at all, and they might not be old lovers.

"Your Highness Prajna, Ruochen, you two are both figures with great supernatural powers. Why not erase this memory of me? If it really doesn't work, erase all my memories, so I will know nothing!" Qi Yang said begging.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and remained silent.

Prajna sighed: "Emperor Chi doesn't know that you have cooperated with the empress. Before he became a Tiannu, he received a task of dying at my hands and trying his best to cooperate with me to seize the first place in the battle of hunting the sky."

Zhang Ruochen finally opened his eyes and shot out a scorching light like fire, saying, "Can you kill the Great Sage who is in a state of death?"

"Only by cultivation alone, I can't kill the Great Sage in a state of death. However, I can use the Heavenly Plate of Destiny to control this death altar and combine the power of the three hundred Great Sages of the Death Clan. That power is enough to kill anyone on the battlefield of the sky hunting." Prajna has a momentum that is no less than me, as strong as a mountain.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The gods' divine thoughts are all paying attention to the battlefield of hunting the sky. No matter how realistic your play is, there will definitely be a god who can see the clues."

Prajna said: "So this battle must be carried out on the seventh Dark Star. The seventh Dark Star contains huge energy, which is enough to avoid the eyes of the gods in all realms and can also deceive the perception and calculation of the gods."

"What if the spiritual power of the gods is strong enough?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna shook his head gently and said, "Impossible! The distance between the battlefield of the sky and the Temple of Destiny is very far away. It is counted in millions of miles, and the perception of the gods is difficult to reach. Coupled with the influence of the energy of the dark star, even the most powerful mental power will lose its effect."

"It's not that simple. I'll do this!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "It is true that you should do it. If you give it to you all the points, you will definitely be the first in the battle of heaven hunting. However, if you alone cannot do it, the altar of death can help you."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were firm and he shook his head and said, "I told you not to join, you should not join."

Prajna had two willow leaves and frowned tightly, saying, "You can't be his opponent. If you show off your strength, you will only be a dead end. Since you have come here, walk with me, drive the death altar to fight for the seventh Dark Star. As long as you are with me, Emperor Chi will naturally understand your identity."

"Don't think of the gods in the hell world so simply. It's better not to have close contact with you. Being an enemy is good for everyone."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the white rain in the sky and said, "Let me go out, it's time to leave. If you don't leave, those who are looking at the eyes of the gods in all worlds, I'm afraid they all think that I really do to you!"

"By the way! I will think carefully, the few questions you asked me."

...

The altar of death is made up of more than one.7 million holy corpses, majestic and magnificent, with holy light soaring into the sky. Before it could be operated, the power it burst out made the holy soul of the Great Sage feel uneasy and tremble.

The most powerful man in the Dead Clan, Yuan Fei Dasheng, is a young man who looks quite elegant.

He stood under the altar of death, full of pride, and said, "Only on the battlefield of hunting, such a majestic altar can be built. If it were elsewhere, I would probably have to kill all the creatures in the big world to build it. From today on, we will be deceased to dominate the battlefield of hunting."

A purple-haired girl came to Yuanfei's side with a blue gold stick and reported excitedly: "The Death Altar has been completed, and a total of 1.79 billion secret patterns have been burned. It can absorb the dark energy released by the dark star and transform it into attack and defense. Now we can enter the dark space and fight against Tiannu."

Around the altar, the Great Saint of the Dead Clan was so excited that he looked expectant on his face.

Today, the dead will be intimidated by the battlefield of hunting the sky, and the monks in the entire hell world will respect them.

Next, we can use the power of the death altar to deal with the Immortal Vampire and fight against the Yama clan. After all, the Battle of Hunting the Sky is their dead clan that will last for the last laugh.

The Great Sage Yuanfei asked, “Is Your Highness Prajna in the altar?”

"exist!"

After thinking about it, the purple-haired girl said again: "The Yuan Demon and Qi Yang are also inside."

"What are they doing when they go in?" Yuan Fei said in confusion.

Inside the altar, there are rules of holy paths and secret patterns of death. It is very dangerous for monks who are not familiar with the altar to enter.

"Boom."

There was a deafening sound inside the altar.

The earth shook, and the rock asteroid under the feet of monks of the upper three tribes was shaken to deviate from its orbit, and the star body showed signs of rupture.

The face of the Great Sage Yuanfei changed, and he was about to break into the gray light gate below the altar.

"Bang!"

The light door is broken.

The dense cracks of space passed through the portal were hundreds of them, like flying knives that were inch long, hitting Yuan Fei's Great Saint.

Too fast!

Yuan Feifa cannot avoid it, and five blood holes were punched out of his body.

Fortunately, he unfolded the supreme holy artifact "Virtual and Real" in time, so he was not hit by more space cracks.

However, the purple-haired girl standing not far away was not so lucky. She was hit by dozens of space cracks, and her slender body was beaten like a sieve and was thrown to more than ten miles away.

The Great Sage Yuanfei glanced at the purple-haired girl, her face covered with blue veins, and shouted loudly: "The power of space is Zhang Ruochen's breath. Quick, fast, immediately activate the death altar."

"Boom."

There was another loud bang.

The altar made of more than 1.7 million holy corpses shattered, and the bodies, like gravel, flew into the sky.

The 1.79 billion secret patterns of death have not yet played their due role, but they are broken inch by inch.

A powerful space storm erupted from the center of the altar like a tsunami, hitting the nearly 300 great saints of the dead tribe, and knocking them all out.

Some musculoskeletons were cut by space cracks, while others were depressed and deformed by disordered space.

"Crack!"

This rock asteroid could not withstand such a powerful impact, and cracks appeared and shattered.

Not only the Great Sage of the Dead Clan, but all of them were stupid!

The great saints of the Nether Clan and the Stone Clan were also at a loss, not knowing what had happened, and were in a panic.

Zhang Ruochen carried a corpse in his hand and soared into the sky from the collapsed altar of death, floating at a height of thousands of feet away from the Great Saint, and sang: "Last time, you went to the three tribes to plot against me and wanted to kill me. Today, I will return it to you."

Immediately, he threw the corpse in his hand at the Yuan Fei Dasheng.

The corpse was wrapped in the magic fire of Jingmiao. When it fell to the front of Yuanfei's Great Sage, it burned only one great holy bone left.

Yuan Fei Dasheng sensed the breath on the corpse, which belonged to Qiyang.

Yuan Fei's great sage was extremely profound, but at this moment he was furious and gritted his teeth and said, "Where is Yuan Demon?"

Zhang Ruochen did not answer him, spread his ten golden wings and broke through the air.

Yuanfei's Great Sage and the Great Sage of the Dead Clan all took action and used a series of killing and holy techniques.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen's speed was too fast. After the killing saints flew out, they had lost their traces of Zhang Ruochen.

Prajna, with blood scars hanging on the corner of his mouth, flew out of the ruined death altar, so weak that he almost fell to the ground, saying, "Zhang Ruochen's invisible and invisible Thirty-Six Changes are so powerful. He turned into the appearance of the Source Demon Son, and came back with Qiyang, and hid it from my eyes. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken it lightly. I never expected that Zhang Ruochen was so bold that he dared to break into the gathering place of the three clans alone."

The great saints of the Stone Clan and the Underworld Clan rushed over, looking at the destroyed death altar, they were all stunned and lost.

Yuan Fei suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and comforted him: "You can't blame you. The strong men of the Yan Luo clan have suffered a great loss because of Zhang Ruochen's technique of change, not to mention that there is Qiyang leading the way."

"Qiyang must have known that the son of the Source Demon God was transformed by Zhang Ruochen. He caused all the great saints of our dead clan to fail. He really deserves to die."

A great saint of the dead clan said with gritted teeth, wishing to whip the great saint bones on the ground.
To be continued...