The gods of the Life and Death Realm Star turned into divine lights, flew from afar, looking at the reddish-brown corpse sea forbidden area.

"There is actually a forbidden area of ​​the corpse sea in the river section of the Qiyuan Holy City. I don't know which god of the corpse tribe is left behind? I have to check it."

"Wujiang has just reached the divine realm, and he has not even cultivated the divine realm world. If you escape into the forbidden area of ​​the sea of ​​corpses, it is probably a bit of a disaster." A god showed a look of worry.

After all, Wujie is a huge source, and it involves the great master Wentong in the Palace of the Underworld, and a taboo figure in the Dark Temple.

"Zhang Ruochen is too cruel!"

"It's not that Zhang Ruochen is cruel. He has the ability to deal with Wujiang in the holy realm. The ones who are truly cruel are the Goddess of Prajna and the mysterious robe."

"The Goddess of Prajna is not from the Underworld? It is said that he is still very close to Wujiang, so why did he act so cruelly?"

"The Goddess of Prajna broke with the Palace of Underworld. Once this news spread, it will inevitably shake the entire hell world. I wonder how big a storm will cause?"

The gods communicate with divine thoughts, with curiosity and concerns.

The God of God stood among the gods with a serious look on his face.

He never thought that with Wujiang's powerful cultivation, coupled with Master Xuanli, the Nine-toothed Wolf God General, and the Military Sea God General, would have such a miserable end?

Without thinking too much, he immediately sent a message back to the Palace of Underworld.

...

After the Forbidden Area of ​​the Corpse Sea absorbed Master Xuanli's divine blood, the sea water blew, and the waves rose higher and higher, emitting a terrifying death threat.

Prajna, Xiaohei, and Zhang Ruochen all retreated quickly.

Prajna looked forward with deep eyes and said, "Zhang Ruochen, Santu River has many tributaries, connecting all walks of life and complex space. If you leave here, it will be enough to hide your eyes."

"Leave? Where to go?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "Everything is OK, you can hide your name or go to the edge of the universe. In short, don't continue to stay in the hell realm. You have also seen the danger just now! Wujiang is not the only god who wants to kill you, nor is it the strongest one."

"You can escape this killing disaster, what about the next time?"

"The three fake gods of Wujiang and the Nether Palace killed you. How strong the war of gods was, why did no gods come to save you? Because they knew that you were destined to be a god, and there was no need to get into evil with the Nether Palace because of saving you."

Zhang Ruochen smiled faintly: "A person's greatest self-knowledge is to recognize himself. For a small monk like me, there is no force in the Hell Realm, and he will offend the Underworld. This is very normal, because my value is too low now."

"But if I can break the curse, break the realm and become a god, and even have the current cultivation of the Blood-Earth War God and Huang Tian, ​​and have the potential to become a god. Then, the value will increase greatly for the major forces, and even if I offend the Underworld Palace, it will help me."

"So, never attribute the mistake to others, and you must not feel resentful because they don't help you. Think more about why others have to pay a huge price to help you without any relatives or reasons?"

"All the mistakes are because I am not strong enough."

Prajna looked at him, stared at him for a long time, and said, "You still want to attack the divine realm?"

"Of course I can't retreat. I can't hide my name, nor can I escape from heaven and hell, because I have long been a piece in the chess game and I can't help myself."

Zhang Ruochen sighed in his heart.

Prajna can be hidden in the name, and can ignore everything in heaven and hell.

Xiao Hei can do it too.

However, Zhang Ruochen couldn't do it because he had too many bonds on him. How could he retreat just by saying that he could retreat?

In a chess game, it is difficult to advance and retreat.

"It's too dangerous, you will die." Prajna's eyes were filled with affection and he didn't want to hide anything anymore.

Zhang Ruochen said, "I can only move forward, and maybe I'm the one who dies. But if I escape timidly, the relatives and friends around me will die. What should I do if my father? What should Kong Le do? What should Lingxi do? And... And you, I run away, what should you do?"

"Is there still my place in your heart?"

Prajna's eyes are bright, and the iceberg with a thousand-year-old cold air seems to melt into a bay of spring water.

Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to answer, Gushing Huanhuan turned into a red lightning, fell from the sky, came to them with a smile, looked at Zhang Ruochen, and then looked at Prajna, and said, "What's wrong with you who are so affectionate? Is Wujiang dead?"

Prajna's eyes returned to cold, and she walked to the distance, saying, "Even if Wujiang escaped into the forbidden area of ​​the Sea of ​​Corpse, I must chase him and kill him."

Xiao Hei nodded and said, "He was seriously injured, and now is the best time to kill him. Otherwise, when the gods of the Nether Palace arrive, we will never have a chance again."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want Prajna and Xiao Hei to risk their lives and said, "In fact, there is no need to take your own life because of Wuwang. There are other solutions to this matter. Go back to the Seven Injustice Holy City first!"

Xiao Hei was very unwilling to give up, but thinking that he knew nothing about the forbidden area of ​​the sea of ​​corpses and was indeed very risky to break through, so he retreated with Zhang Ruochen.

After they left, the God of God appeared to the edge of the forbidden area of ​​the Corpse Sea, looked around, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

"Crash!"

He had just stepped into the reddish-brown sea.

Suddenly, a wave of hundreds of feet high was raised in the sea and swept towards him.

The waves are as bright as blood.

Yu Shen saw a faint gray shadow in the water waves. The cold air released would freeze his divine body. The spirit in his body could not be circulated and the blood became solidified.

He was shocked and did not dare to continue to break into the forbidden area of ​​the sea of ​​corpses and retreated immediately.

...

The moment Zhang Ruochen was attacked by divine power, the Blood God of War, far away in the Three Realms, produced a sense, split the space, opened a divine road, and reached the star of the Life and Death Realm.

But the Ghost Lord intercepted him on the road of God.

Pluto, Blood Queen, and many true gods from the Blood Heaven tribe, including the Blood God God, received the oracle of the Blood God and went on a war at the same time.

It can be said that for the sake of the life of Zhang Ruochen, a cultivator in the holy realm, he alarmed dozens of powerful people at the level of the true gods, or played secretly or was openly restrained, which can be called a great turmoil in the hell realm.

Prajna says that it is actually wrong to have no gods come to save Zhang Ruochen.

All major forces are fighting in secret, far less peaceful than they appear.

However, the strength of the Palace of the Underworld and the Temple of the Dark is too great to contain or intercept all the gods who want to rescue them.

Even the Lord of the Palace of the Underworld went to Emperor Luo Yan to discuss the way of heaven and the war between heaven and hell.

Unfortunately, the variable of Prajna becoming a god, and she even offended her own clan and also helped Zhang Ruochen, which made the arrangement of the Nether Palace fail.

Of course, this battle is divided into: above the table, below the table, and front pawns.

Wujie is just a pawn.

The planner on the table is the great master Wen Tong of the Palace. This person who has the opportunity to become the young master of the Palace, has unparalleled cultivation and strategy.

Of course, people of this level, considering their identity, cannot personally deal with a junior like Zhang Ruochen. However, they can intercept the gods who want to save Zhang Ruochen and coordinate all this.

In addition, there is also under the table.

For example, the Lord of the Palace.

This kind of existence does not show its dew, and it cannot even be seen that he has participated. Therefore, visiting Emperor Luo Yan is to discuss matters.

In the starry sky, on the road of gods.

Master Wen Tong looked at the retreating God of Blood Yao, the King of the Blood Queen, and other gods of the Blood Heaven tribe, and smiled proudly on his face. The Lord of the Palace of the Underworld was the master of the entire Underworld tribe, how could the Blood Heaven tribe be shaken by a tribe?

The gods of the Immortal Temple came in person, and it was almost the same.

However, for a mere holy monk, the situation would not have developed to that point.

Currently, it is just the Blood-Defeated God of War, which has mobilized the power he can mobilize to fight against the Underworld Palace.

"Wentong, tell me! How do you want to die?"

In the boundless universe, a vast sound suddenly sounded, causing the stars in the entire star field to tremble.

Master Wentong frowned.

"boom!"

A nebula covering countless millions of miles was pressed down from above the head of the great master Wentong.

Nebula is colorful and in the form of a handprint.

Under the pressure of the handprint, the stars in the star field continued to annihilate and turned into fireballs and fell.

"Puff!"

The great god Wentong was beaten to the point of vomiting divine blood by a handprint, and the divine armor on his body was shattered.

The gods from the Nether Palace stood in the starry sky not far away and were frightened by the scene in front of them. Just now, the great god Wen Tong used his own strength to force more than a dozen true gods of the Heavenly Tribe in the Blood Retreatment, and what a peerless heroic posture.

Why is it so embarrassingly beaten by a handprint?

"Wow!"

A god wearing a silver robe and a golden armor walked out of the nebula, holding a divine spear in his hand, his eyes were bright and dazzling, his divine power and coldness, looking down on the gods of the Underworld Palace.

Looking at his gaze, the gods in the Nether Palace bowed their heads one after another.

"Greetings to the God of War in Mitian." The gods spoke in unison.

The great god Wentong is a first-class person, so he naturally did not bow his head and said coldly: "I dare to ask the God of War Mi Tian, ​​can Wentong offend him? Why did the God of War attack?"

"If the God of War cannot say one, the Lord of the Palace will naturally go to the Yama clan to ask for an explanation."

The murderous aura in Mitian's eyes was fierce and said, "If you kill you, you will be dead. Do you still want to explain?"

"boom!"
To be continued...