Xue Tu cut open his index finger, and a drop of bright red divine blood fell to the ground.
A clone of a god who looked exactly like him grew up from the ground.
The spirit clone stepped towards Jiuding.
…
Jiuding is located under the ancient building, and between where Zhang Ruochen and others are standing, there are rolling terrains. These undulating terrains are only a few hundred meters high, and to mortals, they are like hills.
The mountains are extremely vast, the soil is red, and there are all kinds of strange black trees growing there.
"Bang!"
Before climbing the first hill, the divine clone exploded, the divine blood was annihilated, and turned into tiny black dust.
Xue Tu suffered a backlash, and his index finger quickly turned black.
His expression suddenly changed, and he immediately cut off his index finger with a knife, and quickly retreated to Zhang Ruochen's side, using the original divine light to resist the witchcraft that might be coming towards him.
Witchcraft is invisible and cannot be guarded against, making even the gods afraid.
"Chichi."
The severed fingers on the ground were decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then it was as black as charcoal.
…
On the other side, a supreme sage from the Yama tribe took out a silver bean.
The beans took root and sprouted, turning into a three-foot-tall silver-leafed iron tree. The tree trunk was like a human being, and the roots were like feet. It climbed over the mountains and ridges and walked toward the bronze tripod at the edge.
"Chihua!"
Just as we climbed the first hill, the silver-leafed iron tree burst into flames like a lantern and was burned to the ground.
…
They tried their best to get close to Jiuding, but one strange thing after another happened, like ice water being poured on them, made them gradually calm down.
Looking at the huge and dilapidated ancient building in front of them again, everyone's hearts were completely shrouded in the shadow of terror.
Xue Tu's eyes rolled and he said: "Brother, you are the origin messenger, and you have the Buddha's relics to protect your body. Why don't you give it a try?"
Zhang Ruochen cherished his life and would not commit suicide like this.
Just now, he mobilized the two powers of truth and origin to observe and saw some clues. Whether it was the destruction of Blood Tu's clone or the burning of the silver-leaf iron tree, there was a force that was difficult to detect with the naked eye and mental power, impacting them.
It should be Wuli.
But where does witch power come from? How strong is it?
It's impossible to judge at all.
"This building cannot even be approached by gods. It is probably the legendary witch temple."
Zhang Ruochen was very sensible and sighed and said: "Our cultivation is not something we can get involved in here, so let's do business first!"
After entering the Tianmen, the fragrance of Udumbara flowers becomes stronger.
Fortunately, the scent did not come from the witch palace, so there was no need to risk death. Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao led the way, looking for the scent, and planned to bypass the witch palace.
"Um?"
Zhang Ruochen suddenly noticed it, stopped suddenly, and looked in the direction of Tianmen.
Chi Yao's black and white eyes condensed slightly, the sword light flashed, and the multicolored stone sword appeared in his hand.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Xue Tu asked.
A chuckle rang out, and the voice rolled like waves: "Such a strong sense of perception, worthy of being the messenger of the origin. Even with the spiritual power of Master Qu You, I can't hide it from you."
Below the Tianmen.
"Wow——"
Like an invisible water curtain spread out, Wujiang's figure emerged.
In addition, there are masters Jiang Qing, Maha Yan and Qu You.
Xuetu's admiration for Zhang Ruochen increased in his heart. His true god soul could not sense the danger, but Zhang Ruochen could sense it. If this martial artist became a god, he would definitely be proud of the world.
Hearing the name "Master Qu You", Yan Wushen shrank his eyes and stared at the invisible figure who was like a ghost. He sent a message to Zhang Ruochen, Chi Yao, Xuetu and Xiao Hei, saying: "Master Qu You"
She is one of the twelve spiritual gods of the Dark Temple, and her spiritual power is extremely powerful, which is not comparable to ordinary gods. Unexpectedly, she actually came to the Abyss of Darkness, which shows that the Dark Temple has a big plot this time."
Yan Wushen's tone was filled with fear.
Xuetu said: "Twelve spiritual gods? I have never heard of them."
"The Twelve Spiritual Gods specialize in spiritual power, studying talismans, formations, beasts, weapons, poisons, death, life...etc., twelve categories, each with vast magical powers. They are the hidden power of the Dark Temple and are not known to outsiders. Darkness
Zhiyuan Yan also discovered their secret by accident." Yan Wushen said.
Xuetu said: "The Twelve Spiritual Gods, do they want to imitate the Twelve Divine Palaces of the Temple of Destiny?"
"Of course this is far from comparable!" Yan Wushen said.
Xue Tu curled his lips and smiled contemptuously: "I'll go meet her for a while and see how strong she is."
Wujiang, Jiangqing, Mahayan, and Xuetu are all familiar with each other, and they probably know their combat prowess, so they have no fear in their hearts.
Zhang Ruochen said something quietly, "This Master Qu You is very powerful. He once single-handedly suppressed the five true gods of the Yama clan. Among them, Qian Kong, who has reached the realm of a superior god."
Xuetu walked forward and said in a loud voice: "I have broken through the realm recently and my anger is soaring into the sky. This is when my fighting spirit boils. Come on together... uh..."
Just after he finished speaking, he heard Zhang Ruochen's voice transmission.
Xue Tu's heart trembled.
What?
Can he suppress the five true gods with his own efforts? Is there any chance?
Qiankong is a high-ranking god, and he is very famous in the world of gods.
Xue Tu was calm and immediately retreated, saying: "You all go together, even if you go together, you are still no match for Prince Xia."
Retreating to Xiao Hei, Xue Tu bumped it with his arm and whispered: "You have the trump card given by the Ice Emperor. You can dispatch dragon-shaped monsters and phoenix monsters. It must be easy to deal with them."
Xiao Hei was also very calm and said: "You have broken through recently and are so angry that it is the time when the fighting spirit is boiling. It's better for you to do it!"
"No, no, Prince Xia is the son of the Ice Emperor and has a distinguished status in the Immortal Vampire Clan. How can I steal your limelight?" said the Blood Slaughter humbly.
"You are a disciple of the Death God, a Yuanhui-level representative, and the God of Massacre is even more famous."
…
Jiang Qing and Mahayan both had sarcastic smiles on their faces.
Wujiang was also laughing, but his smile was very sincere, and said: "There is a secret that the Emperor of the Massacre God of War probably doesn't know yet, right? In fact, you have been being used by Zhang Ruochen. He and Prince Xia are both from the Kunlun realm.
Monk."
Xue Tu showed an unhappy look.
To say he was being used, wouldn't it be questioning his IQ?
He said: "Do you still want to say that the Prajna Goddess is also a monk in the Kunlun realm?"
"That's exactly it." Wujiang said.
Xue Tu grinned and said, "And the God of Nu Tian is the Holy Monk Xumi?"
Wujiang frowned.
"Haha! These are all passed on by me."
Xuetu put away his smile and said again: "Don't you just admire the Prajna Goddess, but she likes my senior brother. You get so angry that you do whatever it takes. With such a clumsy strategy, you also want to alienate us?"
Wujiang's brows furrowed even deeper.
Xuetu continued: "My senior brother did practice in the Kunlun world. However, he is the grandson of the Blood God of War, the direct son of the Blood Queen, and a member of our undead vampire clan. The heavenly master who died in the hands of my senior brother had no plan.
There are even true gods among them. What about you, how many masters from heaven have you killed? Are you worthy of being a god in hell?"
"Prince Xia did practice in the Kunlun realm, but he is the son of the Ice Emperor and possesses the noblest bloodline of the Immortal Vampire Clan. Are you questioning the Ice Emperor when you question it?"
"When you used your clone to kill the monks of the Yama tribe, I saw that you were nothing. Besides killing your own people, what else could you do? Do you have the ability to kill a true god from the heaven like my senior brother did? Go and disrupt the heaven.
Go to the Red Dust Conference to kill an entire generation of geniuses in the heaven world? Do you have the courage?"
"Are you speechless? With the wisdom of this god, you still want to use a divorce tactic, Wujiang, you are too self-righteous! You have angered this god, and I have long wanted to fight you. Today you send
Come to the door...according to the rules, challenge! Do you dare?"
Xue Tu finally found a step down, without having to face Master Qu You.
He was not afraid at all when faced with a challenge without borders.
"idiot!"
Wujiang's face turned red with anger, and the black metal box he held in his hand kept changing its shape.
Xiaohei stared at the black metal box, his face changed, and he quickly sent a message to Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao, saying: "It's the Dark Territory Tianluo from the Dark Temple."
Zhang Ruochen quietly moved towards Yan Ting.
Wujiang has an extraordinary mind, but he finally restrained his emotions, showed two rows of white teeth, and said with a smile: "In this era, heroes emerge in large numbers. I used to think that you, Xue Tu, were a good opponent, but now it seems that only Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen are the best.
The Prajna Goddess is my real opponent."
Zhang Ruochen walked up to Yan Ting and said, "You regard me as your opponent, but unfortunately, in my eyes, you are nothing."
Wujiang was neither angry nor annoyed, and said: "So, you, Zhang Ruochen, have a very high self-esteem and are too self-righteous, so you will be taken advantage of by others. Aren't you curious why we just followed you along the way and didn't take action immediately?"
"When you say that, I'm really curious!" Zhang Ruochen said.
Wujiang said: "Because someone told us that only you can find the key to the ancient and abandoned city, and it is safest to follow you. Look at the Tianmen, Wu Palace, and Jiuding in front of us. Isn't this what you led us to find?"
"The dragon-shaped monsters and phoenix monsters that attacked you outside are all dead! This is all because of you. You are so crucial. There is a forbidden power protecting you in the ancient and ruined city. Anyone who attacks you will
All must die."
Xuetu, Chi Yao, Yan Wushen... everyone's eyes were fixed on Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei said calmly: "The taboo he mentioned is this emperor."
Zhang Ruochen didn't believe Wujiang's words at all, and said, "Since you know that you will die if you attack me, do you still dare to go against me?"
"It is true that attacking you outside will attract taboos. But, inside..." Wujiang smiled, spread his hands, and said, "In here, I have the final say in everything."
Zhang Ruochen asked the last question: "Who told you these?"
Wujiang smiled and said: "Think about it yourself! No, you have no chance. We have found the place we are looking for, and now you have lost your value."
In his hand, he waved the irregular black metal box out.
At the same time, Yan Ting threw out the "Seven Evil Formation", and Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm on her vest, continuously transferring the power in his body to her, and then rushed towards the formation.