In the eyes of Qingkong Sword King, the black pupils spread outward, filling the entire eyeball.
Three different laughters sounded in the space near Qingkong Sword King.
One is tender, the other is thick, and the other is hoarse.
In the divine world of Qingkong Sword King, three figures with astonishing evil spirits walked out. Each of their auras were very powerful. The waves they emitted shook the surrounding formations and light walls through countless numbers.
One of the figures was an embroidered big-headed rag doll, laughing harshly: "Feng Yunba, Xuanyuan Qing, Shang Hong, your doom has come, surrender to the Dark Temple, there should be a way to survive! Haha!"
It’s very weird, it laughs as if there are thousands of overlapping sounds.
The sound contained powerful fluctuations in mental power, causing all the monks under the Great Sage on the divine ship to collapse to the ground, holding their heads and wailing in extreme pain.
Even the Great Sage needs to use all his strength to fight against it.
“Eat the ground!”
“Human skin lantern!”
“Zhao Wuyan!”
Xuanyuan Qing read three names in succession, his eyes were extremely cold, and his heart sank into the abyss.
The three people in front of me are all top-notch evil beings in the Dark Temple. Any appearance of any one of them can disturb the starry sky. With the three of them here, plus the Qingkong Sword King who is controlled by Wuyue, today is really a...
The end is coming.
It is Ragnarok in heaven!
The only chance now is the attack formation of the Xuefeng Divine Ship. If the attack formation is fully activated, there will be a chance for a comeback.
“Submit to the Dark Temple, you may be dreaming.”
Xuanyuan Qing grabbed the Divine Sword of Light with both hands, and the divine energy in his body was running wildly, and he thrust it into the ground.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa…”
Countless white lightsabers shot up from the ground, and the rules of heaven and earth in the surrounding space were all transformed into rules of light and rules of swordsmanship, condensing into a bright sword field, spreading towards the three major gods of the Dark Temple and the Clear Sky Sword King.
Zhao Wuyan was riding on the back of a five-foot-tall red ghost beast, wearing dark armor. He laughed deeply and said, "Xuanyuan Qing, are you seeking death by running your spirit like this?"
The big-headed rag doll named "Earth Eater" laughed and said: "She is stalling for time and wants to trap us."
“I’ll stop her, you go and destroy the formation center on the Xufeng Shenship.”
The human skin lantern exudes bright light, has long black hair, and has stitched stitches all over its skin. It holds a battle ax that exudes a strong dark aura, crushes white lightsabers, and attacks Xuanyuan Qing.
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"Xuanyuan Qing, your cultivation level is just the beginning of Taibai. It is far from your brother!"
“Nine moves of underworld killing.”
“Boom!”
The human skin lantern was chopped out with an axe.
All the lightsabers between him and Xuanyuan Qing shattered, and the overwhelming divine power spread outwards, knocking away the monks standing outside the sword area. Those with weaker cultivation levels were directly turned into a pool of blood and mud.
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“So strong! The combat power of this human skin lantern may not even be a match for Xuanyuan Qing in his prime.” Zhang Ruochen’s eyes looked towards Qingkong Sword King, Earth Devourer, and Zhao Wuyan.
I saw that they turned into three divine lights and rushed towards the formation center of the Xufeng Divine Ship.
The small formations and divine patterns of the divine ships cannot stop them at all, and can only block them slightly for a moment.
“We can’t let them destroy the center of the formation, otherwise all of us will die here today.”
All the gods of the Wind Tribe, including Shang Hong and Jialinan in the Temple of Light, knew that the situation was critical, and did not bother to refine the toxins in their bodies, turn them into rays of divine light, and go to intercept the three gods.
Zhao Wuyan stopped, holding a strange warrior with a crescent-shaped blade, laughed loudly, and swung it out in the air.
“Bang bang!”
Three gods in a row were smashed and exploded, turning into blood mist and bone fragments.
Of course he is a false god!
“I’m here to stop them.”
The Qingkong Sword King pointed out, and a huge sword as bright as the scorching sun flew out from his fingertips and rushed straight towards Shang Hong.
Shang Hong pressed his right arm forward and displayed his magical power, and the sky glowed in front of him.
“Bang!”
Xiaguang was torn apart by the sword energy, Shang Hong's divine body was pierced, and a large amount of divine blood flew out.
However, the strange thing is that Shang Hong's broken body was divided into three parts and turned into three identical divine bodies. Each of them used their magical powers to withstand the next attack of King Qingkong Sword.
Zhang Ruochen is conflicted in his heart. The current situation is very unfavorable for Heaven. Defeat is only a matter of time. He really wants to take advantage of the chaos to save Xiao Hei and Xue Tu and then escape.
However, Feng Yan, Feng Xi, Lian Xi, and even Feng Xuan, their friendships may be deep or shallow, how could I just walk away like this?
If you run away like this, how much regret and sorrow will you leave behind in the future?
But if you don’t leave, you will have to pay a huge price, which may range from exposing your identity and the secrets you hide, to losing your life at the worst.
This is truly a matter of life and death!
At this time, Zhang Ruochen saw Feng Xi taking advantage of the melee among the gods to chase the Earth-devouring God of the Dark Temple alone. He cursed in his heart, he really didn't want his life!
Zhang Ruochen could no longer care about anything else. He took out a wolf head talisman and crushed it into pieces. Then, holding the Qingping Sword, he rushed towards the area where the gods were fighting.
Zhao Wuyan, who was riding on the back of a ghost beast, saw him. Under the siege of the gods, he was still able to move with ease and swung his soldiers to attack Zhang Ruochen from the air.
“Shuashua!”
Zhang Ruochen threw out thousands of defensive talismans, but they were all beaten into powder.
The crescent-shaped divine light broke through the talisman patterns and struck directly.
“Fourteen of Swords!”
The Qingping Sword slashes out.
A green lotus blossomed in front of Zhang Ruochen, its light shining brightly and its sword energy soaring to the sky.
“Boom!”
The green lotus exploded and turned into thousands of sword energy.
Zhang Ruochen was thrown hundreds of feet away. With every step he took, the ground would crack open. The skin of the arm holding the sword exploded, and divine blood flowed out. However, he took advantage of the situation to escape from Zhao Wuyan's divine world and chase Feng Xi ahead.
A strange color flashed in Zhao Wuyan's eyes. Although he had just struck a casual blow, it was by no means a God of the Heaven-Building Realm who could block it.
However, the Taoist priest not only blocked it, but also didn’t appear to be injured at all, which is incredible.
When Zhao Wuyan saw the Taoist priest chasing in the direction of Chedi, a cruel smile appeared in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man.
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Feng Yan knew that his cultivation level was no different from that of an ant in front of the gods. However, he saw the gods in heaven falling into a pool of blood one after another. The monks in the holy realm he was once familiar with died one by one. His eyes were bloodshot.
I just want to rush out and fight for my life with the gods of the Dark Temple.
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He has this kind of blood and the fear of life and death.
Feng Yunba opened his eyes and said: "You stay!"
Feng Yan looked overjoyed and said, "Father, have you refined the toxin of the underworld flower?"
Fengyun Ba stood up slowly, his face still very pale, but his eyes were extremely cold and sharp, and his body was as determined as a mountain.
When he looked at Feng Yan, there was a soft look in his eyes, and he said: "As a father, I can't survive this disaster! But you still have a chance. You have awakened the bloodline of Chunyang Tianzun with three heads and six arms, and you have a chance to awaken Chunyang Tianzun.
The sword spirit of the Yang Shen Sword. However, you are now in the holy realm and your bloodline is not strong enough, so you need to be baptized by the divine calamity. The sword spirit can help you kill the enemy!"
“In your current state, you still cannot survive the divine calamity, so my father is here to help you.”
Fengyun Ba’s face was full of exhaustion. He pressed his palms on Feng Yan’s shoulders, and a stream of pure and yang power flowed into him continuously.
Feng Yan could not move, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Don't shed tears. Look at this battlefield and the dead Wind Tribe monks. Keep the blood and hatred in your heart and turn it into an unswerving motivation for cultivation. If you don't break the divine realm and avenge them, you are not worthy.
Become a man of the Wind Clan." Feng Yunba shouted.
Feng Yan gritted his teeth and tried to open his eyes wide, looking at the tragic scene in front of him.
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Zhang Ruochen walked all the way, all the formations had been destroyed, and all the divine patterns were torn apart.
The ground was full of bloody corpses, most of which could not even preserve their intact bodies. Broken bones, broken arms, and heads were everywhere, and it was too horrible to see.
A quarter of an hour ago, they were all iron-blooded holy soldiers.
A god died, his body was cut into hundreds of pieces by an extremely sharp weapon, and even his soul was disintegrated.
The more Zhang Ruochen watched, the more frightened he became, because he recognized this god. He was not a false god, but a powerful true god of the Wind Clan, named Fengxu.
How strong is that rag doll-like existence?
Such a powerful true god was powerless to fight back in front of it. Furthermore, it destroyed Fengxu’s spiritual will and soul at an extremely fast speed.
Strange, terrifying.
If he hadn't seen Feng Xi standing in front of him, he would have run away immediately and would never provoke that rag doll.
Feng Xi stood frozen on the spot, staring straight at a seventy-two-story formation tower in front of him.
That is the formation center of Xufeng Divine Ship. There are dense thunder and lightning around the formation tower, and divine patterns are intertwined. Divine patterns are ancient heaven-level divine patterns, which contain the power of killing gods. Even if a great god wants to force his way in, it will not be easy.
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The big-headed rag doll stood at the bottom of the formation tower, pointing his finger upward. A spiritual thread on the fingertip rushed upward, wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck, and hung him in the air.
That way is like lifting a fish out of the water without closing the pole.
The key is that it has no rod in its hand, only a line.
Feng Xuan is a high-ranking god with great perfection. Even if he is wrapped around his neck, he should have the power to resist. But now, the power in his body seems to be locked up, and no matter how hard he struggles, it is useless.
The big-headed rag doll's eyes were red, its mouth was wide open, and it smiled at Mr. Mo who was standing at the door of the tower: "Open the formation and divine patterns, and I will let him go."
Mr. Mo had already woken up and snorted coldly: "You are dreaming."
“Okay, then there’s no other way!”
The big-headed rag doll was disappointed and closed his fingers.
The spiritual thread wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck suddenly tightened, and with a "puff" sound, divine blood splashed, Feng Xuan's head and body separated, and he fell from the air.
Mr. Mo roared angrily, causing a divine thunder to fall from the sky.
The big-headed rag doll pressed its palm into the void, formed a dark cloud of spiritual power, blocked the divine thunder, and said: "The attack array of the Xufeng Divine Ship requires the support of several gods to fully activate. Momo, you are inducing this now
How can you defeat me with your strength? How come your mental power hasn’t broken through to level 80 yet?”
“I alone can activate the attack formation.”
Mr. Mo's peach head burned, and he was obviously going to fight for his life. He separated out twelve mental clones in succession, standing in various directions of the formation tower, forming seals with his hands. Under the control of mental power, the formation tower slowly rotated.
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but……
“Boom!”
The divine ship shook violently, and cracks appeared in the hull.
Mr. Mo looked up and saw a magical talisman that was thousands of miles long and was pressed down from the sky. On the talisman, billions of talisman patterns flowed like rivers and converged into a skull pattern.
The figure without a moon stands above the talisman.
“Oh my God, the Talisman of Shangtu! How could it be the Talisman of Shangtu? God is going to destroy our Wind Clan!” Mr. Mo was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared sadly.