Jin Hai pressed down, Xue Tu and Yan Ting were hit by the divine power, and they could only resist with all their strength, without the ability to fight back.
Even at the critical moment, Zhang Ruochen still had some leisure and glanced at the Yin Ship in the distance. The fluctuations in divine power there were far greater than here. Facing a god-level existence, Prajna and Wen Chu could not hold on for long.
This great god came because of Zhang Ruochen, so he naturally wanted to resolve this crisis himself.
Don't bring trouble to others.
"Swift victory."
Zhang Ruochen activated the origin secrets, and the origin rules between heaven and earth continued to gather together. The bright source light erupted from his body, colliding with the golden sea falling from the sky.
"Boom!"
A huge hole was torn open by Zhang Ruochen in the boundless golden sea.
"You go first, leave this to me."
Zhang Ruochen shouted to Xuetu and Yan Ting.
Yan Ting's eyes showed surprise as she looked at Zhang Ruochen, who was floating on the water, fighting against the golden Buddha sea. Zhang Ruochen at this moment was completely different from the one he had seen on the Yin Ship before.
"Let's go. My senior brother is indeed handsome, but don't be obsessed with him."
Xuetu released the huge stone altar, broke through the divine energy locks of the five false gods, and escaped with Yan Ting, quickly escaping far away.
Today, the Underworld Palace intends to kill them all without leaving any further trouble, so naturally they will not let them escape.
One of the false gods, who was born with a single horn, pursued him with a red thunder hammer.
"Wow!"
The electric hammer was swung out, and the sky was filled with red thunder and lightning.
The blood slaughterer is not an easy person. He can escape extremely fast. Even the defensive power of the boulder altar is difficult to penetrate even with divine electricity. However, the false god is still a false god after all, and he is getting closer and closer.
"Let me break it open."
The false god with a single horn flew into the sky above the huge stone altar. His body was larger than the altar, and he covered the sky like a divine cloud.
Xue Tu and Yan Ting raised their heads, and they were swallowed up by the shadow of the god's body.
Xuetu looked up, his heart beating wildly, and said: "It's over!"
"Pfft!"
A splendid sword light struck from the sky, splitting the body of the false god in the sky into two.
The two halves of the divine corpse turned into two 10,000-meter-long blood clouds and fell from the sky. The divine blood fell like raindrops, dyeing a large area of water red.
The one who struck out this sword was none other than Zhang Ruochen who was fighting Kong Zhi.
A sword can span a thousand miles and kill the false god.
Xuetu knew that the false god had a strong vitality and could never be killed, so he waved a net-shaped sacred weapon of the king, put half of the god's corpse into the net, dragged it back, and used it as a huge stone altar.
Suppress it.
"Return the divine body of this god."
Behind, a half-divine corpse with divine origins regained its consciousness, regrouped its soul, and chased towards the huge stone altar in front of it.
"You are just half a false god. Why should you be afraid of me killing the God of War?"
Xuetu threw the mesh-shaped sacred weapon of the king in his hand to Yan Ting, and the mark of the god of war appeared between his eyebrows. The raging divine fire condensed above his head, turning into a sea of fire with a temperature exceeding one million levels, and crashed into the half-divine corpse that was catching up.
Yan Ting stood on the huge stone altar and mobilized all her strength to suppress half of the corpse in the net. Her heart was extremely shocked. The great god attacked and killed, the holy realm defeated the god. The experience tonight was enough for her to remember for a lifetime.
Monks like Prajna, Zhang Ruochen, and Xue Tu, no matter how strong or weak they are, they all have a sense of Qi in their bodies.
Don't be afraid of gods, don't be afraid of the power of heaven.
Even if the enemy is far superior to them, they still dare to fight.
As more and more origin rules were mobilized, Zhang Ruochen's combat power became stronger and stronger, and he truly transformed into an origin messenger. The water below him turned into a sea of white light, and collided with the golden sea condensed by Kong Zhi, but he did not fall behind.
As for the other three false gods, they have been suppressed by Zhang Ruochen under the three supreme holy weapons and cannot move.
"White Tiger, give me a helping hand. I must end the battle as soon as possible."
Zhang Ruochen communicated with the Golden White Tiger.
However, the Golden Burial White Tiger didn't respond, as if he wasn't by his side at all.
Buried Gold White Tiger once said that he would never take action unless it was a matter of life and death.
Zhang Ruochen didn't expect it to be so cruel. It's so dangerous tonight, why can't it make an exception?
"Amitabha!"
Kong Zhi stepped on the lotus, crossed the space, stepped in front of Zhang Ruochen, and took out his right hand. There was a bright Sanskrit in the palm of his hand, which contained ancient and mysterious power.
The space around Zhang Ruochen was like a pile of earth and rocks. It collapsed with his palm and his body fell into nothingness.
"How could I, the majestic controller of time and space, be knocked down in space by you?"
Zhang Ruochen spread his arms and the broken space quickly condensed.
However, Kongzhi from above attacked again, pointed his finger, and said in his mouth: "Infinite Kongming Finger!"
This finger strength is like a sharp sword, piercing straight through.
"Bang!"
Zhang Ruochen drew a circle with his hands, inspired the Wuji Holy Will, drew the Tai Chi mark, and greeted him from bottom to top.
Kong Zhi's fingertips hit the center of the Tai Chi mark, and he suddenly felt that the space was sinking. Time passed quickly around him, and his face could no longer remain calm.
Zhang Ruochen's method seems to be more mysterious than magical powers.
He tried to break free, but was pulled tightly.
Zhang Ruochen wrapped Kong Zhi into the Tai Chi mark, like a baggage of time and space, and threw it into the void space. In an instant, it was thrown thousands of miles away.
The faces of the three false gods who were suppressed under the Supreme Sacred Artifact changed in shock.
Who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen could be so capable?
Kong Zhi is no match for him.
Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction of the Yin Ship again, knowing that time was running out, so he released the God-Eating Insects from the copper coffin, transformed into three swarms of insects, and rushed towards the three false gods.
Then, use the original divine eye to explore the spatial context.
The spatial context on the Santu River is very complicated, and it is very difficult to perform the Divine Step.
However, only by using Spiritual Steps can one quickly escape from the detection range of Master Wentong's spiritual thoughts.
With the cultivation level of the Great God Wentong, even if the four true gods attack together, it will not be enough for him to kill him with one hand. If the Golden Burying White Tiger takes action, he will not escape death. At most, he can die together with the Great God Wentong.
The only way Zhang Ruochen could think of to survive was to escape as quickly as possible out of the detection range of Master Wentong, and then use the "Sixth Patriarch's Buddhist Explanation Picture" to return and scare away Master Wentong.
The Sixth Patriarch could frighten the ghost master into prostrating himself and not dare to be presumptuous.
No matter how powerful Wentong is, he cannot be stronger than the Ghost Lord. As long as the Sixth Patriarch appears, he is guaranteed to resolve the crisis.
God-eating insects crawl all over the three false gods. They make strange sounds from their mouths and release mental interference, which can prevent the false gods from self-destructing their divine sources. This is an ability only possessed by the third generation of god-eating insects.
However, the God-Eating Insect has not yet fully evolved to the third generation, and the spiritual power it releases can only affect the low-end pseudo-gods.
If a holy monk were here, he would instantly become insane and become crazy.
The three false gods screamed, and their voices reached the ears of the Great God Wentong.
The Great God Wentong roared angrily, flew up from the thunder and lightning mountain in the shape of a human head, waved his hand and shot it through the air, turning into a large handprint of divine light, and landed on the God King Talisman.
"Pop!"
In an instant, the God King Talisman had numerous cracks and became tattered.
At the same time, a clone flew out of his body and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen's location.
Gushe Huanhuan rushed out of the Yin Ship and intercepted the clone of the Great God Wentong.
"Luo Zu Yunshan Realm is too close to Zhang Ruochen. Do you think he has a chance to break the curse and become a god-level figure in the future?"
The avatar of the great god Wentong is no different from his real body. He is mighty and powerful.
"The Great God has already made the decision to kill us all, so why bother talking so much nonsense?"
Crimson necromantic demonic energy surged out from under Gushe Huanhuan's feet, spreading thousands of miles in an instant, and countless regular divine patterns flowed on the snow-white skin.
The clone of Master Wentong looked contemptuously and punched out.
"Boom!"
The demonic energy of the undead was scattered by the force of the fist, and the fist became as huge as a star. It hit Gushe Huanhuan's delicate body. Suddenly, the regular divine patterns broke one after another, and the snow-white skin seemed to turn into broken ceramics, with dense cracks appearing.
Blood streaks.
Luo Zu Yunshan Realm majored in cultivating the demonic body, and his physical body was powerful. However, with the cultivation of the true god Gushe Huanhuan, he was almost punched by the clone of the great god Wentong, causing his body to explode.
"A mere true god who has not even cultivated into the divine world dares to challenge me?"
On the other side, the true form of Wentong God took action and flicked out with one finger.
"Bang!"
A stream of divine power surged out from the fingertips, turning into ripples and impacting Prajna's body. Suddenly, Prajna's body, which was collecting the stone sword, exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.
Master Wentong flew down to the sky above the God King Talisman and stepped on it.
"Boom!"
The Divine Foot spread out like a world, and the power of death spread for millions of miles, sending Zhang Ruochen, Xue Tu, and Yan Ting all flying in the distance, sustaining varying degrees of injuries.
The God King Talisman finally burst into pieces and turned into specks of light, scattering on the water.
The Yin Ship below was torn apart by the impact of the divine force, turned into pieces, and sank to the bottom of the water.
Wen Chu and Xiao Hei's defenses were instantly broken through, and their skin and flesh exploded into two masses of blood mist. Only the skeletons were left intact in the blood mist.
Life is not extinct.
In mid-air, Prajna's divine body re-condensed in the blood mist. His pretty face was extremely pale, his aura was extremely weak, but his eyes were still sharp.
Great God Wentong took back all the one hundred and eight stone swords, stared at them, and asked with overwhelming aura, "Have you refined Chi Xingtian's Star Soul of God?"
Prajna bit his crystal teeth and smiled coldly.
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I just need to extract your soul and study it carefully, and you will naturally find the answer."
Master Wentong stretched out his palm and grabbed Prajna from the air.
Wisps of Prajna soul flew out of the body and flew towards his palm.
Suddenly, a change occurred.
There were one hundred and eight stone swords flying around the Great God Wentong. Suddenly, the sword body trembled, the sound of the sword was piercing, and the sword tip pointed at him in the center.
Master Wentong's expression changed, and he quickly stopped absorbing Prajna's soul, held up the divine light shield, and resisted the attack of one hundred and eight stone swords, knocking all the stone swords away.
"Roar!"
In the distance, a thundering mountain in the shape of a human head emitted a thundering roar.
On the water surface, a huge wave of hundreds of feet was set off.
"The Great God Xingtian finally woke up!" Prajna fell from the sky, stood on a fragment of the Yin Ship, and looked towards the direction of the Thunder Mountain.