Chapter 3366    The Temple of Warcraft

The so-called "Sheng of War" refers to the temple left by the powerful ancients, which was inherited by later gods and refined into a temple that existed for war.

Like a temple-shaped armor.

Have the strongest defense and the strongest attack power.

It is very similar to the ancestral temple of the Yaksha tribe, but the ordinary temple of warfare is far less powerful than the ancestral temple.

Of course, whether it is the Ancestral Temple or the Temple of War, the key is to look at the cultivation level of the temple master. The stronger the soul of the temple master can only be used to stimulate the stronger power of the temple.

Half of the Lord flew out by the Black Temple and crossed the void.

Around the temple, black lightning flashes shuttled through, containing the terrifying killing power.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were solemn, and he was not deterred by the breath of the Great Freedom Infinite Divine Lord. He fought with him and pinched his sword technique with his fingers, which triggered the sword energy like rain, and collided heavily with the temple.

"boom!"

A large area of ​​space collapsed.

Zhang Ruochen and the Black Temple fell into the world of nothingness together, and the sword energy and formation beams were intertwined.

Half of the soul was released, and with a wave of her sleeves, a long purple spirit came out of the temple.

Spiritual energy is the level that can be cultivated by the Great Free and Infinite Divine Lord. Every strand can kill the gods. Such a long river of spirit rushes into a divine formation with a diameter of ten thousand feet.

The divine formation rotated rapidly, and a gray cloud gushed out of the center of the formation.

A tall, ferocious and powerful deity god walked out of the clouds and swung out a sickle-shaped war blade, which cut through the sky.

The sword energy that Zhang Ruochen fired was shattered by the sickle.

The sword light passed by him, and only a little bit of it was touched, and the body-protecting divine light was torn apart, and a blood mark appeared on his shoulder.

It's very scary, like a blow from the real God King God Lord.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's shoulder bleeding, Half of the Lord breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No matter how strong you are, you are still incredible. The god is using infinite power now. Whether you are a famous sword god or someone else, show your true strength!"

Zhang Ruochen could see that the half-priest who controls the Temple of Warfare is already above Xuan Yi's clone.

Of course, it is not to say that Bai Zun is the first person below the vast extremity. After all, if Xuan Yi controls the Tongtian Temple, he can easily crush his temple of war.

Just like the bloody war god sacrificed the bloody ancestor's divine bones, who can stop it from the infinite?

The ancient gods of every major force have strong trump cards, and can raise their combat power to invincible. The key is whether they can withstand the price of losing their trump cards.

Xuan Yi lost the Tongtian Temple, half of the lost war magic temple, the Blood-jue War God lost the ancestral skeleton, and the Jade Spirit God lost the Yaksha Ancestor Temple... are not just their own losses.

If they really want to be taken away by the old Yin of Wudi Realm hidden in the dark, the forces behind them will definitely be furious.

Zhang Ruochen did not use magical artifacts and secrets, but dodged at the speed of his body and did not collide with the Temple of Warfare.

In the eyes of all spectators, Zhang Ruochen was surrounded by dangers at this moment. If he was a little slower, he would be beaten to his body by the divine formation in the Temple of Warfare.

Before we knew it, the battlefield between Zhang Ruochen and Ban Zun was getting farther and farther away from Xiongguan Star.

Above the atmosphere of Xiongguan Star, Muto's God of War walked out of thin air.

He is the second strongest man in the Dark Temple after Wuyue. His bones are wrapped in black iron, putting huge pressure on all the gods in the Hell Realm present.

"This famous sword god is really surprisingly powerful. Yuan Ruhai can't even take over him by using the Temple of Warfare. It seems that this god needs to help him!"

Muto's God of War's voice was dry and as harsh as iron rubbing.

A god from the Dark Temple said, "Be careful with the God of War. The famous sword god in front of you may not be a real famous sword god. He is so strong that he is not as powerful as a great god at all. Maybe it is transformed by the old monster in the infinite realm!"

"So what if it is transformed by the old monster in the infinite realm? If you dare to be enemies of the Hell Realm, you must pay the price."

Muto God of War tore open the space, crossed the void, and rushed to the battlefield between Zhang Ruochen and Ban Zun.

He never thought of competing with the famous sword god based on his cultivation. After all, half of the master was severely injured by the famous sword god in an instant. Who dared to compete for such combat power?

However, the Emperor Nine Deaths went to the Great Wall of Kitaze and left him a temple of war. It was a temple refined by ancient heavens, and the inside contained the power left by the heavens.

This temple of warfare was left to him specifically for dealing with the God King and God Lord to protect the interests of the Dark Temple in the universe.

The strength shown by the famous sword god and the threats that may be posed have reached the point where the Temple of Warcraft is required.

"boom!"

Muto God of War controls a white temple and descends to the world of nothingness.

The white temple is as crystal clear as jade, and a jade-carved divine dragon lingers on the temple, with auspicious clouds floating around, emitting colorful rays of rays.

It is not like the temple owned by the gods in the Dark Temple, but more like the temple of the Immortal Family.

Driven by Muto's God of War, the colorful glow enveloped Zhang Ruochen, and each ray of light seemed like a divine chain, making Zhang Ruochen as if he fell into a swamp.

I wanted to raise my arms, but my arms seemed to be pressing against a hundred thousand sacred mountain.

The jade carved divine dragon came alive, with dense divine patterns on its body, and swung its claws to slap Zhang Ruochen three thousand miles away.

Zhang Ruochen's internal organs were in pain, and 70% of the physical body could not bear it, as if he was about to be cracked.

But everything was as expected, and the strongest trump cards of all major forces in the hell world were exposed. They were indeed very powerful and could fight against the attacks of the God Lord of the Infinite God King of Qiankun.

If they do not have such strength, it will be abnormal, which will make Zhang Ruochen feel that they are showing weakness to the enemy.

"What a pity, I did not bring the Sword Temple, otherwise why would you be afraid of you two?"

Zhang Ruochen deliberately sighed like this, and then stepped on the divine steps and fled into the depths of the universe.

"I want to escape? It's not that easy!"

Muto's God of War inspired the space teleportation array below the Temple of War God. The space trembled, and ripples appeared, and the temple disappeared.

It appears again and has stopped Zhang Ruochen in front.

At the same time, Princess Shenguo in the 18th Yin and Yang, and the second elder of the formation of the Hundred Sons Qilin Formation, all slowly evacuated, and widened the distance from the Xiongguanxing. However, it was difficult to escape by being chased by the God King Battle Formation.

The Hell Realm completely gained the upper hand, and the expressions of the gods above the Xiongguan Star relaxed.

The pressure brought to them by the four ancient gods of the Heavenly Court was really quite serious.

"On the battlefield, personal power is still too small after all, and it is impossible to overturn the earth." Yanyang God chuckled: "The gods of Yanyang civilization listened to the orders, sacrificed to the heavenly flag, and cut the ancient gods of plow scars."

In the Xiongguan Star, a more terrifying aura of power was emitted than the Temple of War of Half and Muto's God of War. A battle flag flew out from the void, making the rules of heaven and earth in the star field active in an instant.

The power left by the heavens in the world is obviously much more terrifying than the dead great freedom and ancient heavens.

"Why should I use the heavenly flag if a mere plow scar ancient god?" A melodious divine sound resounded throughout the world.

Three divine lights flew out from the star of the pass.

Each divine light contains an extremely terrifying aura. When flying, the space trembles and the stars tremble.

They are the three ancient powerful men of the Bone Clan, including the white long beard, the tiger in the clouds, and the black glutton. Each of them is the sea of ​​bones and is a giant-level existence in the divine realm.

"The three ancient gods should not underestimate the enemy, and the cultivation of the ancient god Lihen is extraordinary." Yanyang God reminded.

"Bao Jun and Bing Jun were both severely injured by the ancient god of Lihen. If the three ancient gods of the Bone Clan dare to take action, they will definitely hold on."

The sunny God looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw that the person who said this was the ancient god of the Qinglu Temple.

The ancient god of gods has butterfly wings on their backs and their feet are on the blue divine mist.

In the sacred fog, there is a black coffin floating.

Seeing the sunny God looking at him, the ancient god of gods nodded to him and said, "What happened today is a bit strange. Although the four ancient gods in the Heavenly Court are strong, they are not strong enough to challenge the army of the Hell Realm. There must be something strange among them. Now the top strong people have taken action, and the inside of the Xiongguan Star is empty. We must be wary of the secret attacks of the Heavenly Court and Xing Huantian."

Yanyang God was very confident and said, "Don't worry! There are four great masters in charge, and the star of the Xiongguan is as solid as a soup."

"The ancient god of Shenfeng is worried too much, we are still here!" said Fuchuan, the great god of Taixu.

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Two temples of warfare, one in front and one behind, suppressing Zhang Ruochen in a broken space within thousands of miles.

There are thirty-four divine formations surrounding all directions.

Each of the divine patterns left by the Great Freedom and the heavens is like a sword of killing gods, smashing the divine realm world derived from Zhang Ruochen to pieces.

All the supreme holy weapons released by Zhang Ruochen turned into metal fragments, which were difficult to block the attack of the Temple of Warfare.

"We have all been drawn out, and the time is almost over. Xiongguanxing and the Hundred Clans Royal City should take action!" Zhang Ruochen secretly took out the letter from the Heavenly Lord and hid it in his sleeve, preparing to fight back.

The wind and rocks hidden in the dark are beyond endurance.

"With the blessing of the Temple of War, Banzun and Muto's God of War already have combat power at almost the level of the God King God, but the eldest brother cannot reveal his identity and cannot use mystery and artifacts. This is too unfair!"

Feng Yan rushed out regardless of Chi Cailuo's dissuasion.

"Big...Sword God, take the sword!"

Feng Yan beat the Pure Yang Divine Sword.

The magic sword was like a dazzling meteor flame, cutting through the starry sky.

The Pure Yang Divine Sword passed through the light curtain of the divine formation and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.

"Sure enough, there are other gods in the heavenly court hidden in the dark."

Ban Zun stood outside the Temple of War Skills, glanced at Feng Yan with his eyes, raised his arms, waved his palms and slapped them out. The palms were trembling in circles.

The heaven and earth were sensed, and a divine light handprint nearly 10,000 meters long appeared in the void and fell towards the wind rock.

He is powerful and wants to kill him.

Feng Yan only felt that the spaces from all directions collapsed towards him, his body could not move, and his spirit could not move.

Chicailuo and Mandala Flower God appeared one after another, but the distant water could not save the near fire.

Ji Fanxin stood hundreds of thousands of miles away, with a wave of incense sleeves, and a rain of colorful petals appeared. The handprint of divine light, which was ten thousand meters long, instantly turned into wisps of rays of fog, decomposing and opening.

The clever means made Half of the Lord secretly shocked.

He looked at the divine eyes and could only see Chicai Luo, Mandala Flower God, and Xiang Chunan, but could not find the sign of the performer, and his heart sank slightly.
Chapter completed!