Hands were raised halfway, which was already a weak embrace and had not yet touched Yingying’s slender waist.
Neither hugging nor receiving.
Now that she has recovered, it doesn't look like she needs comfort or comfort.
Therefore, Zhang Ruochen clenched his five fingers into a fist, retracted it, and naturally carried it behind his back, saying: "There will always be sacrifices in war. You, the God of Yuling, have been practicing for 400,000 years. Could it be that you still can't understand the two words of life and death? As long as the Yasha clan
Without genocide, the future will be worth looking forward to."
“You’re too close!” Yulingshen’s eyes were still cold.
Zhang Ruochen ignored her and said: "I have to go to the Temple of Destiny immediately to try to get Xu Tian's support to resolve this war, or at least delay the outbreak of the war. You have to hold on to the Hundred Clans Royal City."
Zhang Ruochen dares to see Xu Tian?
Although Yu Lingshen's cultivation level is far better than Zhang Ruochen's, at this moment, he can feel a powerful aura from Zhang Ruochen. A fearless aura and an indomitable momentum.
She is a great master in the Taixu Realm, but she is a little weak in front of this momentum.
“What should we do about the six great people from Tiannan?” Yulingshen asked.
“Send it to Xing Huantian! When I come back, I will take you to get the magic medicine to help you overcome the disaster of Yuanhui.”
Throwing these words behind, Zhang Ruochen walked away through the air.
In fact, it is a very simple matter to refuse the magical medicine promised to the Yuling God. However, in the royal city of hundreds of tribes, the Yuling God must come forward to stabilize the various small tribes.
If she falls, many changes will happen.
Yu Ling stared at the direction Zhang Ruochen had left for a long time, then stepped down again and let out a long breath. But soon, she forced herself to cheer up.
In case Zhang Ruochen died in the Temple of Destiny, she had to make secondary preparations.
You cannot leave all your hopes in the hands of others.
…
From the Royal City of the Hundred Tribes to the Winged World of the Blood Sky Tribe, Ice King is the only way to go.
Ice King is an eighth-level planet located in the desert area of the universe. It is thousands of light years away from the hinterland of the Yellow Spring Galaxy and the royal city of hundreds of tribes, and even the gods cannot cross it.
The Hell Realm is extremely huge, and the core area of influence of the Ten Clans only occupies the most fertile hinterland, less than half of the entire Huangquan Galaxy.
The other half of the Huangquan Galaxy is mostly starry sky deserts, or barren places like the starry sky where the royal city of hundreds of tribes is located.
On the edge of the hell realm, there are actually multiple places like the Royal City of Hundred Tribes, with thousands of small tribes. The star field of the Hundred Tribe Royal City is just the area where the edge of the hell realm and the edge of the heavenly starry sky meet, located in the dark triangle star field
To the south, to the north of Wuding Divine Sea.
The depth beyond the edge is the edge of the universe!
Zhang Ruochen was very cautious when he went to Ice King through the wormhole, fearing that a divine war was breaking out there and the starry sky would be shattered.
However, when I came out of the wormhole, I found that Ice King was peaceful and peaceful.
“How could this happen? Did I guess wrong?”
Zhang Ruochen looked at the vast white land full of ice and snow in front of him and released his mental power.
He originally guessed that a drunkard took away the Boundless God and brought him to the Ice King. With the hatred between the Ice King and the Boundless God, not to mention the Ice King, even the surrounding star fields were shattered.
Normal things.
Two rays of divine light flew down from the sky, fell in front of Zhang Ruochen, and condensed into the figures of Xiao Hei and Xue Tu.
"Are you two really happy and free, hiding in Ice King?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Xuetu made a bitter face and said: "What an injustice! In order to help my senior brother clear his grievances, I ran around and fought with the gods of the Dark Temple several times. My soul was injured and it has not recovered yet."
Xiao Hei snorted softly: "What happened to you and the old witch in the Dark Temple? Because of this incident, the Goddess Twelve Houses and the Xuejue family paid a heavy price. It was the Xuejue War God who saw that the situation was out of control and the enemy was rampant, so he
Let me return to Ice King first to avoid being plotted to death."
Zhang Ruochen could see that Xue Tu had indeed been traumatized. Thinking that Queen Xue, Prajna, Qishou, Yuhuang, and Xue Qingsheng had all been robbed one after another, he could naturally understand their situation.
Zhang Ruochen's voice was cold as he said: "Since I'm back, I naturally have to resolve this matter myself. Those who destroy the Goddess Tower and those who hurt you must pay the price."
Xue Tu and Xiao Hei have heard about what happened in Baizu Royal City, and know how terrifying Zhang Ruochen's fighting power is now. The great master killed two people in a row, and they suddenly became excited.
It’s not that I want to take revenge, but I want to take this opportunity to make a lot of money.
“Almost forgot about business!”
Xuetu slapped his forehead and said seriously: "Master wants to see you."
“Fengtian is on Ice King?” Zhang Ruochen’s face changed slightly.
…
The Ice Palace is located among the snow-capped mountains. The place is majestic, the sky is blood-colored, holy springs are flowing in the mountains, dragons are entwining the peaks, Kunpeng is spreading its wings, and the plants and trees are all giving birth to spirituality.
Having a peerless god like the Ice King living there can transform the earth into a divine land.
Ice King and Fengtian were sitting under a crimson sacred tree. The rules around them were chaotic and time and space were active. They were discussing something important and did not want to be heard by other transcendent beings in the universe. Especially the drunkard!
Xuetu and Xiaohei stood in the distance, Zhang Ruochen walked over step by step, feeling a little nervous in his heart.
To see the legendary God named "Death", who is now one of the twenty most powerful giants in the hell world, it would be strange not to be nervous. After all, it is because, a hundred thousand years ago, the God of Death also besieged Saint Sumeru
One of the strongest monks.
Will the Death God make the same ruthless decision as Qingtian to eliminate future troubles?
“Greetings to Fengtian, the Ice Emperor!”
Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.
The God of Death was dressed in red and wore a veil. His figure was hazy and graceful. Only the outline of his figure did not look scary and ferocious. But she seemed to be completely unable to see Zhang Ruochen or hear Zhang Ruochen's voice, so she simply ignored him!
An unknown amount of time passed before the discussion between the Death God and the Ice King ended.
Although I couldn't hear what they were talking about, it seemed that the conversation was not pleasant. This can also be seen from the tone of the Lord of Death next.
"Zhang Ruochen, you are so brave, you dare to kill the great god of the Temple of Destiny, do you know that this is a capital crime?" Her voice sounded pleasant, but it was bone-chilling cold.
Zhang Ruochen felt as if his bones were numb from the cold, and said: "Feng Tian clearly noticed that Lord Huo Ze made the first move to kill the Lord of this realm. Should I let him kill me?"
“You dare to show respect in front of the two gods?” The Death God stared at him.
Zhang Ruochen raised his head to look at her, but his eyes were dim and he could only see endless darkness. There seemed to be countless particles passing through his body, and a single look seemed to be able to kill him.
Zhang Ruochen was not panicked. If the Death God really wanted to kill him, he would never choose Ice King, and he would never say another word to him.
Just when Zhang Ruochen was thinking about the specific purpose of the Death God.
The chill in Death God's voice disappeared, and he said calmly and calmly: "My character is not weak, no wonder I have reached this point. If it were any other great god, he would have knelt down to admit his mistake after receiving such a drink from me."
In the distance, Xuetu and Xiaohei were already kneeling neatly. When they heard this, they immediately cursed in their hearts.
It’s not that they are weak-minded, but that the Death God’s scolding just now contains the spiritual deterrent of the attribute of “death”, like a knife on the neck and a gun pointed at the heart.
Even great gods would find it difficult to resist this mental intimidation.
The God of Death said: "Killing the great god of the Temple of Destiny, no matter how many reasons you have, you will definitely die. The Lord of Horror will never let you go. Unless you can join the Temple of Destiny and become a member of the Temple of Destiny.
.”
"In this case, your killing of Huo Ze is just a personal grudge within the Temple of Destiny. It does not trample on the majesty of the temple."
"I want to save your life, Zhang Ruochen, are you willing to join the command of the Death Palace? When you reach the Taixu Realm in the future, you will inevitably be awarded the title of God of War."
Bing Huang looked at Zhang Ruochen.
How could Zhang Ruochen not know how outrageous it would be for an outsider to kill the great god of the Temple of Destiny? Even if there were learned ancient gods who were willing to testify, it would be impossible to suppress the condemnation of the gods of the Temple of Destiny.
Even if Huo Ze Shenjun committed a capital crime, he should be killed by the Adjudication Department instead of being killed by an outsider.
The Death God said again: "Don't refuse in a hurry! You probably want to ask the Fulu God, right? It's useless. The Fulu God had some affection for you because of the Bloody God of War, and he regarded you as
For one’s own people.”
“However, you became the Lord of Xinghuantian and killed the great god of the Temple of Destiny. This is definitely not a good impression on the God of Fulu.”
“Besides, in the Temple of Destiny, there are only two or three people who can make the Ferocious God fearful. The Fulu God is definitely not one of them.”
"If you surrender to the Palace of Death, not only will the fierce god be with you, I will help you deal with it. I will also be able to take on the wrath of Xu Tian. As for your father, the mistakes he made cannot be forgiven, but I can.
Let him have an easier time in the Temple of Destiny."
“Bentian is different from Qingtian. He thinks you are a hidden danger and will avenge Monk Xumi in the future, so he will not let you grow up.”
"But I believe that Sumeru's death was not entirely caused by the hell realm. Moreover, if he stepped into the Buddha's realm, no one could keep him. He died for the Kunlun realm and for what was in his heart.
If I die righteously, I may also die to fulfill you."
"Actually, it doesn't make much sense to say this. If you can really reach the height of killing Ben Tian in the future, it means that Xumi's choice is correct, and you do have the possibility of preventing the calamity. Then, Ben Tian will die in
So what in your hands?"
"But, how can I take you seriously? If you, a younger generation, can surpass me and even reach the point where you can kill me, how can I have the dignity to live in the world?"
Who can become a person in the heavens, who was not a first-rate prodigy in the heavens and the earth when he was young?
Having become one of the strongest people in the universe, how can you take a genius so seriously? Zhang Ruochen is making progress, so why isn’t she making progress?
Zhang Ruochen will always be under her.
Without this spirit, Death God would not have the heart to subdue Zhang Ruochen.
…
I went out to play mahjong with my friends last night. I only wrote 4,000 words in the afternoon, so I carried my computer on my back and finished typing the last 2,000 words in the mahjong parlor. The result...
As a result, I was preparing to code this afternoon, only to find that my computer was left in the mahjong parlor! I was devastated!
As a direct result of this, I started typing at night. It seems that I can only rush to write three chapters tomorrow!