Xiao Hei and Wen Chu, who regained their divine body, both showed joy and were truly a desperate situation.

The thunder and lightning mountain in the shape of a human head is the Xingtian Can.

That is the head of the great god Xingtian in Kunlun Realm.

"Thorn!"

On the sea, lightning light with a hundred times brighter than ordinary lightning turned into dragons and snakes, spreading rapidly, impacting the great master Wentong.

Master Wentong's eyes were narrow and long, and his eyes were covered with cold colors.

The energy of death formed a Great Wall in front of him, blocking the lightning.

"Chi Xingtian! You have been refining for 100,000 years, but your spiritual will has not yet been erased. OK! It's so good, it depends on how big the waves you can make today!" Master Wen Tong said in a deep voice.

"Boom."

The Great Wall condensed by the energy of death was broken, and lightning condensed into a raging dragon that rolled around the sky and the earth attacked out.

Two divine lights flew out from the eyes of the great god Wentong, smashing the angry dragon.

However, one hundred and eight stone swords were wrapped in lightning. The light on the sword body surged, and the demonic energy was overwhelming, turning into a sword formation and slashing towards the great god Wentong.

It was Chi Xingtian's head who personally controlled the stone sword and used his attacking power.

After being trained for 100,000 years, my anger was hard to calm down.

The thunder and lightning mountain, in the shape of a human head, opened its mouth and shouted a hoarse voice: "Fight to the end."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

...

The power of the stone sword is far better than before.

The sword is not sharp, but heavier than the stars.

Even the existence like the great god Wentong was chopped back by the stone sword, and the world of divine realm supported was shattered.

Zhang Ruochen put away the God-Devouring Insects and flew quickly to the distance.

Xue Tu and Yan Ting followed closely behind.

This level of confrontation is enough to make the starry sky annihilate. With their holy realm cultivation, they are too close to them and are in danger of life.

"What a powerful Chi Xingtian, he only has one head left. He has been refined for 100,000 years. His combat power is still so terrible." Wen Chu moved, and did not dare to stay here for a long time, and turned into a divine light to chase Zhang Ruochen and the other two.

Gush Huanhuan looked at the thunder and lightning mountain floating in the sky. The figure of the demon general of the Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm appeared in his mind, and thought to himself: "If the body and head of the demon general of the protecting world are integrated, how powerful is the combat power?"

Prajna's face was always solemn, and some clues were seen, and he said, "Wen Tong is worthy of being a top figure in the Nether Palace, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Let's leave here quickly."

She and Xiao Hei took the steps of the gods.

One step forward is to reach 129,600 miles away.

However, they only took one step and were intercepted by a clone of the great master Wentong.

Xiao Hei turned around, looked through the void, looked at the battlefield 129,600 miles away, and then looked at the clone of the great master Wentong in front of him, saying, "Good guy, when he fights with Chi Xingtian, he can even release his clone."

The clone smiled coldly: "If it were Chi Xingtian a hundred thousand years ago, I might have been a little afraid. I just had a head and had been refined for 100,000 years. How could I be my opponent?"

The clone's hands attacked at the same time, exerting two magical powers, the White Moon Split Light and the Red Sun Heavenly Furnace.

The sun and the moon are coming out together, one is cold and one is fierce.

In an instant, Xiao Hei and Prajna were suppressed under the sun and the moon, and they could not move even if they tried their best. The divine power and rule divine patterns in their bodies were locked by strange power.

Wen Chu, Gu She Huanhuan was also attacked by the clone of the great master Wen Tong and failed to escape from the Santuhe River.

...

The great god Wentong suppressed 108 stone swords with the world of divine realm.

The true body soared and cast out eighteen chains of God Locking.

The chain of the God-locking chain turned into hundreds of miles long and as thick as a dragon, and fell to the eighteen lock positions of Chi Xingtian's head.

Master Wentong grabbed the eighteen God-locking chains with one hand and sneered: "Chi Xingtian, I know that you want to turn the world upside down, but unfortunately you are already a trapped beast in the cage and are destined to be a slave."

"roar!"

Chi Xingtian's head roared, and a large amount of lightning and spirit surged out from his neck, condensing his gaseous body.

Soon, a phantom of gods and demons, which was thousands of feet tall, condensed, grabbed the eighteen chains of god locks with both hands, and wanted to break free from the suppression. However, the great master Wen Tong was so powerful that his body stood in the void and remained motionless, and a fierce smile appeared in his eyes.

"Look at what you are now. You have been dead for 100,000 years. Be my weapon of war!"

The great god Wentong released the death dark energy and mental power, and stimulated the curse patterns carved on Chi Xingtian's head.

The curse pattern is black and is carved by the Lord of the Palace of the Underworld, and is specially used to suppress Chi Xingtian's soul will.

As the curse pattern emerged, Chi Xingtian seemed to be suffering a great pain, and a cry of sorrow and screams came out of his mouth, which could be heard even if he could hear it from a hundred thousand miles away.

What I heard was the laughter of Master Wentong.

Xiao Hei supported a red sun with both hands, as if he was suppressed by a divine furnace. He bit his teeth and cursed: "Damn it! If I hadn't been sealed by the old bald donkey for 100,000 years, how could he have such an arrogant opportunity?"

A pair of flame wings spread out on Xiao Hei's back, and his feathers could breathe and swallow the divine flames in the red sun above.

On the other end, Prajna is pressed under a cold and white moon.

Her eyes were quiet, and she wanted to use the Taishang array pattern to break the predicament in front of her.

"Ao!"

A tiger roar came from the southeast.

When I looked over, I saw that the water turned golden.

On the horizontal line, Zhang Ruochen rode a white tiger and rushed over quickly, holding the ancient sword of Shenyuan in his hand.

The White Tiger Burial lent his divine power to Zhang Ruochen.

"Crash."

Zhang Ruochen swung his sword a hundred miles away and slashed out, smashing the white cold moon pressing on Prajna's head, turning it into regular divine patterns, and flew out in scattered ways.

The white tiger buried with gold and feet stepped on the water surface, like walking on flat ground, from far to near.

Zhang Ruochen, who was riding on its back, poked out an arm and grabbed Prajna's wrist. Her slender and beautiful figure flew in the air and fell behind Zhang Ruochen.

When Xiao Hei saw Zhang Ruochen and Prajna go away, he yelled: "I still have this emperor!"

After a while, the white tiger buried in the golden and returned.

On the tiger's back, in addition to Zhang Ruochen and Prajna, there were also Gu She Huanhuan and Wen Chu.

Zhang Ruochen pierced the scorching red sun suppressing the little black head with a sword to help it escape. Then, he rode the white tiger in the funeral, turned into a golden light and rushed into the depths of the water.

Wen Chu was worried and thought, "If you can't escape, Wentong will not give us a chance to escape."

"Even if you can't escape, you have to fight." Zhang Ruochen's power and the divine power of the white tiger buried in the golden burial were completely combined. His skin was filled with golden light and his divine power was a little stronger than Wen Chu, Prajna and others.

"You run away later, I'll stop Wen Tong." Wen Chu's eyes showed a cold look.

Everyone couldn't help looking at him, knowing that he wanted to explode his divine source and fight for his life.

Maybe they can't kill people of the level of Master Wentong, but this is their only way.

Everyone's mood became heavy.

Front.

A wave of water rolled up and turned into a water wall connecting the sky, blocking the way for burying the golden white tiger.

The great god Wentong was floating in front of the water wall, holding eighteen God-locking chains in his hand. On the other end of the God-locking chain, Chi Xingtian's head was bleeding from seven orifices, sometimes screaming and sometimes roaring, extremely miserable.

The pair of tiger eyes that were buried in the golden white tiger stared at the great god Wentong, and a golden column of air was sprayed out from his nostrils.

Wentong said: "Burning the golden white tiger, the Nether Palace intends to form an alliance with the ancient god's nest. If you submit to this seat, in the future, I will be the Lord of the Nether Palace, and you will be the king of the ancient god's nest."

The divine power of the great master Wentong is like a hundred thousand mountains pressing on them.

"If I don't surrender, would you want to kill me?" The white tiger cried out in a deep voice.

The great god Wentong smiled and said, "Kill you and seize your divine source, and you can still analyze many prehistoric secrets. So, you should think clearly and then answer, there is only one chance."

"Don't think about it, I will not surrender to anyone. If you want to fight, I will let you see the power of prehistoric."

The word "官" between the white tiger's eyebrows of the burial gold increased tenfold, and a layer of golden light gushed out of his body, pushing Zhang Ruochen, Prajna, Xiao Hei, Wen Chu, Gushe Huanhuan all out.

The dense pattern of the rules of the burial gold spreads from under its feet, covering 100,000 miles in an instant.

That huge force moved the great god Wentong slightly.

However, just after the Qidao Burial Gold Aura spread, the rules of heaven and earth frantically returned, gathering devastating forces. Above the White Tiger of Burial Gold, a cloud of death appeared, and the power of heaven fell.

Master Wen Tong looked up at the cloud of death and laughed: "Just relying on your cultivation, you can't kill me. However, you will soon be killed by Tianwei. In this era, you are not allowed to be a prehistoric creature."

The sound of the white tiger buried in the golden gold came into Zhang Ruochen's ears: "Go away quickly, the power of heaven will come down, I will definitely die. I can only hold on for a while as much as possible and leave! Let's go immediately!"

Facing the great god Wentong, even the true god is helpless.
To be continued...