"Yue'er, your overall view is far behind that of your master. What is this loss? Compared with the Origin Temple, let alone a goddess city, even the 180th floor of the 12th Temple of the Goddess
It's worth destroying them all. Besides, Zhang Ruochen should have fallen into the hands of your master. His wealth alone is far greater than that of this goddess city." Xuan Lingfeng said.
Xuan Lingfeng's mental power was very strong, but Zhang Ruochen did not dare to activate his heart of truth, let alone mobilize his mental power, so he had no idea what they were talking about.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a deafening voice sounded.
In the Goddess City, countless monks had their eardrums ruptured instantly, and blood flowed from both ears.
A powerful air pressure surged from top to bottom, crushing the Dao Locks, Great Sage Inscriptions, and Divine Marks in the city.
The streets and ancient buildings in the city are falling apart as if they were made of tofu.
The city defense formation was shattered!
The entire Goddess City slowly sank to the ground.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
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The destructive power erupted from the Divine Punishment Tiangang Talisman condensed into temples, ancient Buddhas, war hammers, etc., in various forms, and bombarded the city of Goddess. If any force fell, a large area of the city would be wiped out.
As if the end of the world is coming, the city is full of flying figures.
All the monks, regardless of their level of cultivation, were all in chaos.
Screams, calls for help, and curses were intertwined.
The monks whose cultivation level was too low were suppressed by the power of the talisman and fell to the ground, unable to move or escape. They could only scream in grief or cry softly.
"Is this a divine punishment from the gods?"
"Everyone must die. You can't escape by running away."
"Dad, Lingling is afraid...ah..."
"Master, save me."
…
When the magic talisman descends, whether it is a creature in the fish-dragon realm, a saint, or a holy king, their lives are extremely fragile. A flash of thunder and lightning will destroy their spirit and form and turn into particles.
Only the Great Sage can barely survive the aftermath of the talisman's attack.
The moment the magic talisman broke through the city defense formation, Xuan Lingfeng activated the space teleportation array in the city lord's palace and led everyone away.
Zhang Ruochen didn't see the tragic scene in the Goddess City with his own eyes, but he could imagine that it was exactly like this. He felt heavy, "If the magic talisman was really sent by Bai Qing'er to create it, such ruthless and crazy methods would really make people feel sad."
It’s creepy.”
Destroying a city and killing tens of thousands of monks just to clear the suspicion of the Goddess Twelve Branches, Zhang Ruochen asked himself, he couldn't do it.
The space teleportation array teleported them to a vast white snowfield, far away from the Goddess City.
Forging Lingfeng took out a red-gold staff. The staff was full of ancient charm, and there was a turtle the size of a fist cast on the top. Upon closer inspection, Zhang Ruochen discovered that the so-called staff was shaped like a curved snake and was covered in scales.
Snake, wrapped around the turtle.
This staff is in the form of Xuanwu.
Xuan Lingfeng held the staff and struck the ground hard.
The energy spread from the ground to the sky, and the ice and snow on the ground flew up like white petals.
The next moment, all the spiritual masters were horrified to discover that the earth was shaking violently and rising upwards.
The corpse of a Xuanwu god corpse that was more than two hundred miles long broke through the ice and snow and climbed up from the ground, with everyone on its back.
The look of madness in Xuan Lingfeng's eyes became even stronger, and he ordered: "I will arrange and deploy all spiritual power saint masters to activate the Xuanwu Sky Swallowing Formation. You are responsible for activating the concealment formation on the Xuanwu Divine Corpse to control the corpse.
Divine Pattern, Great Sword of Light.”
All great saints, all take action.
However, hundreds of spiritual masters were still in shock and fear.
Xing Lingfeng's voice reached their ears: "All spiritual monks, I will give you a quarter of an hour to find the formation area corresponding to the basalt stone in your hand."
All the spiritual power saint masters took action and distributed themselves to different positions on the back of Xuanwu Divine Corpse.
Xuan Lingfeng looked at all this with a sneer, and said in his heart: "Once the Xuanwu Sky-Swallowing Formation is activated, your spiritual power, holy soul, and blood will all be drained and you will become dead. You will only have this little value. The Great Sage
They are all ants."
Zhang Ruochen found the formation gap corresponding to the basalt stone in his hand, placed the basalt stone in, squatted down, and looked at the formation inscriptions around it.
Although, he didn't spend much time studying the formation method.
However, the heart of refining the divine tree has inherited the knowledge of the Yuanhui of the Heavenly Divine Tree. He has also read many books related to formations. His understanding of formations may not be as good as that of the earth master, but it is far better than the mental power of these people present.
Holy Master.
While Zhang Ruochen was studying, the concealment formation and corpse-controlling patterns on the Xuanwu corpse were activated. The corpse stepped on the void and silently walked northward at an extremely fast speed.
After traveling for about eight thousand miles, Zhang Ruochen sensed strong energy fluctuations in the air.
So, look north.
I saw snow-capped mountains one after another, some were bulldozed and scorched black; some were burning, with red magma boiling; some were chopped down, and the peaks disappeared to unknown places.
An extremely shocking battlefield, tens of thousands of miles away were destroyed, the landscape changed drastically, the rules of the heaven and earth were disordered, and the dust turned into black clouds covering the sky.
Coming here is like entering a dark Shura killing field.
The Xuanwu Divine Corpse flew to hide in the clouds thousands of feet above the ground, and stopped.
All the spiritual masters were frightened and discussed among themselves.
"This is a battle at the level of a great saint, and more than one great saint took action. What happened to Ice King?"
"The City of the Goddess has been destroyed, and the tens of thousands of miles of land here have turned into scorched earth. This is going to cause the sky to collapse."
"We're not here to join the war, are we?"
"What are you afraid of? With the hand of the world and the great sages standing guard, we can crush even the most powerful enemy."
…
With the naked eyes of his demigod body, Zhang Ruochen looked through the clouds and saw a shocking battle taking place thousands of miles away. Dozens of figures of top saints were divided into two camps and were fighting fiercely.
In that area, the space was shattered and countless cracks were distributed.
There are more than ten gates of destiny suspended in mid-air.
A giant with a body of seven feet high, with arms and legs growing on the head, without a body. He flew in the void, making a sound like a dragon's roar from his mouth, and the sound waves shook the Gate of Destiny.
Zhang Ruochen determined the identity of this person: "The leader of the Dayan Sect, Pang Hu."
An undead warship eight hundred miles long was flying in the air. The ship was filled with ghost soldiers and ghost generals, and there were 360,000 Yin flags. Each Yin flag was covered with formation inscriptions.
A ghost cultivator with nine eyes, wearing white clothes and holding a feather fan, stood on the bow of the undead warship. His hair hanging down was thousands of miles long, but he had no face.
"The leader of the Ghost Ship Alliance, the Nine-Eyed Ghost Emperor."
A temple made of corpses of holy creatures, three thousand feet high, collided with a Gate of Destiny. This was a real temple, controlled by nine divine corpses. Even the Gate of Destiny could not stop it, and it was instantly shattered.
In the temple, a skinny old monkey sat. Thousands of holy Qi threads flew out of his hands to control nine divine corpses.
"The most powerful person under the divine realm of the Temple of the Dead, the corpse-eating ape."
…
Zhang Ruochen's scalp was numb when he saw it. The people who appeared here were all the most powerful saints among the top ten dark forces. Even to many great saints, these people were legendary existences.
I only know that he has a fierce reputation, but I have never seen his true form.
Who would have thought that all these ruthless characters who shook the worlds of heaven and the ten clans of hell would come to Ice King?
You don't need to guess to know that the one being besieged by the top ten powerful men of the dark forces must be Sikong from the Temple of Destiny. They want to seize the Tianshu Needle.
Zhang Ruochen had already guessed, but he still couldn't believe that Bai Qing'er was so brave. Moreover, she also opened two battlefields, and the opponents on both battlefields were the most powerful in the world.
.
"This woman is so crazy. She is crazier than any monk I have ever seen before."
The only good thing now is that although the monks from Wujiang Pavilion also appeared on the battlefield, Han Xue was not seen.
Hanxue is very likely still in Goddess City.
The Goddess City is also very dangerous, but Xiao Hei will definitely protect her there.
"Now that we're here, why don't Goddess Twelve make a move? Do you want to reap the benefits?"
Zhang Ruochen immediately shook his head and realized something was wrong.
Seizing the Tianshu Needle is indeed an extremely important matter for the ten dark forces. It is normal for them to join forces and take action together.
However, their opponent is the Temple of Destiny.
Sikong of the Department of Tianyun must be a person who has cultivated the way of destiny to the pinnacle, and can predict misfortune and good fortune. Under such circumstances, even if the top ten dark forces are combined, they may not be able to match the Temple of Destiny.
If Wu Ma Jiuxing, the best person in the world, is not injured, maybe they still have a chance.
However, without one Wu Ma Jiu Xing, their chances of success are extremely slim.
Why do these evil giants who have lived for tens of thousands of years take such big risks, get together, and do such crazy things?
Where is their confidence?
Under the thick war clouds, Sikong "Gong Nanfeng" of the Tianyun Department was sitting by the stove, warming up the fire. He said to Prajna standing opposite: "Ice King is just like the legend, it is very cold.
, my body is weak, and without the fire you brought me, I might freeze to death here."
Prajna stood upright, looking at the annihilated Gate of Destiny in the sky, feeling the vibrations of the earth, and said: "It is better to freeze to death than to be killed."
Gong Nanfeng smiled and said: "I've calculated it, I won't die this time. Besides, there are the Emperor Yue Ming, the High Priest of Death, the High Priest of Blessings, the High Priest of Ferociousness, and the High Priest of Raging Sky, just the top ten
How can the monks of the dark forces hurt me?"
"I have an ominous premonition," Prajna said.
The four high priests and Que, who were sitting next to the fire, looked at her with cautious expressions.
Even Gong Nanfeng put away his smile and said, "Don't scare me."
As the Goddess of Destiny, holding the Heavenly Order blessed by the power of the Twelve Gods, she has cultivated the Gate of True Self. Her premonition is more than just a feeling and must be taken seriously.
Seeing Prajna's serious expression, Gong Nanfeng said: "I'll do the math again."
"In this case, let's make a quick decision and collect this wave of nets first, and then catch other fish."
After Emperor Wu Yue Ming finished speaking, a bright Gate of Destiny condensed above his head, and his body turned into a ray of light, flying into the sky and crashing into the eight hundred mile long undead ghost ship.
The four high priests were still sitting by the stove, warming themselves.
The High Priest of Death drank bloodwine.
High Priest Fulu squinted his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
The high priest of Nutian seemed to want to take action, but after looking at the sky, he saw the five temples of the undead, the four emperors of life, and the strong men from Fulu Shrine, Nutian Shrine, and Ferocious Shrine. They seemed to be able to deal with it, so
, and continued to sit there in silence.
The fire burns brighter!
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(In the next week, Xiaoyu is going to participate in the advanced research class of the Sichuan Internet Writers Association, and can only write one chapter a day. After a week, he will resume two chapters a day.)