The Phoenix Tail Needle, named "Colorful Phoenix God Dance Needle", is a sacred weapon of the Seven-Yuan King. It is made from rare materials. It has the possibility of being nurtured into a supreme sacred weapon, and its power is naturally extremely powerful.
However, such a weapon worth hundreds of thousands of sacred stones was inserted into Gu Shejing's head and bound her hair.
All the monks' eyes fell on her, some were afraid, some were surprised, and some were confused.
"The descendants of the Rakshasa clan who came out of the most dangerous place are indeed terrifying. Together they help Emperor Yuanshu regain the Colorful Phoenix Divine Dance Needle."
The supreme saints from the Temple of Death caught up one after another and met up with the True Emperor Yuanshu.
They all released the Tao realm and summoned the holy weapon.
Among them, behind the Supreme Sage, a bright Gate of Destiny rises, suspended above the head, in an attempt to suppress the demonic power of Gu Shejing.
"Just you?"
Gu Shejing stood facing the wind with a stern look in her eyes.
Facing the realm covered by the supreme saints from the Temple of Death, her eyes were full of disdain.
"Arrogant! Although you, Luo Zu, are famous in the Yunshan realm, you are nothing special in front of the Temple of Death." A supreme sage with three black islands suspended above his head snorted coldly.
Immediately, he controlled the three islands and suppressed Gu Shejing.
The Temple of Death, respected by the entire dead clan, indeed has such confidence.
Three black islands, each one thousands of miles long, placed in the ocean of a planet, can be called three continents.
This Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death has also practiced the Way of Space, and the three black islands are located in his space domain. At this moment, the space is compressed, and the three islands appear above the huge stone altar, becoming only the size of a mountain.
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However, the weight contained in the three islands was superimposed with the rules of the holy path of the Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death. The power was so terrifying that the space was distorted and sunken downwards.
Zhang Ruochen and A Le, who were far away, found it difficult to breathe.
The blood massacre turned into a mosquito-sized creature and fell heavily onto the boulder. All the bones in his body were almost crushed and he screamed in agony.
Immediately afterwards, a strong wind blew on him, blowing him into the gap between the boulders and falling into an unknown and extremely dark place.
There were no gaps between the boulders, but the place where he fell was engraved with strange divine patterns. The divine patterns happened to be triggered by the power of the Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death, and he revived.
The power of the three islands is infinite, but they are still dozens of feet away from Gu Shejing's head, and they can no longer fall. The red demonic energy of the dead turned into the shape of a demonic tree, spreading its branches and leaves,
Support the three islands.
The slender jade fingers of Gu Shejing's right hand were pinched into fingering patterns.
A series of regular divine lines flowed on her fingers like blood earthworms.
"Wow!"
Point it out.
A light wave containing divine power flew out from her fingertips and hit the chest of the Supreme Saint of the Temple of Death.
Screams sounded.
A blood hole the size of a washbasin appeared in the chest of the Supreme Sage, which exploded into a large piece of blood mist and fell to the boulder below.
"Ji Yun."
Another supreme saint from the Temple of Death flew over to check his injuries, but was shocked to find that the supreme saint had died tragically, his flesh and blood turned into powder, and even the holy source was corroded by the demonic energy.
The supreme sage quickly stepped away and said in a trembling voice: "What a terrifying power of death, even the death energy in the body of the dead cannot be compared to it."
It stands to reason that the supreme saint has a strong vitality and is difficult to kill.
But now, with just one finger strike, a living supreme saint has turned into dust. This is a huge impact for any monk!
Following the tragic death of their master, the three islands suspended above Gu Shejing's head automatically decomposed and spread apart.
"This witch is too overbearing. Let's take action together to avenge the Great Sage Jiyun."
The Supreme Saint, who was holding the Gate of Destiny, shouted like this, and then struck out a spindle-shaped five-yuan king's sacred weapon.
The fusiform holy weapon released dense electric light and turned into an electric dragon.
"Bang!"
Gu Shejing still pointed out, and hit the electric dragon with her finger strength.
The electric dragon exploded into pieces, and the spindle-shaped king's sacred weapon wrapped in it was thrown away.
The finger light beam did not dissipate, and its power remained undiminished. It fell on the supreme saint, penetrated the layers of defensive light, and shattered him into a ball of blood mist.
All the defensive cards he threw out, whether it was talismans or holy weapons, were all useless and there was no way to escape death.
The gates of destiny disperse.
The second supreme sage of the Death Temple died, and the blood mist sprinkled on the faces of True Emperor Yuan Shu and other great sages of the Death Temple, making their expressions dull and speechless. They could only hear their own rapid heartbeats.
The master Yeyou and Lord Turtle, the old man with seven hands and General Zhu all stopped while they were fighting.
Two supreme saints fell in a row, making them terrified.
"Luo Zu has magical powers in the Yunshan realm. Without him, he would be dead. I didn't expect Zhang Ruochen's concubine to be so powerful. No wonder she dared to follow her here despite not being afraid of Yuan Qianmo."
Master Yeyou showed a smile, stared at Lord Turtle, and said: "Did you see that, this is the master on my side, little turtle boy, run away for your life!"
Hearing the words "little turtle hatchling", Lord Turtle gritted his teeth in anger.
After all, it is a monk who has practiced with the Great God Huangtian, and can be regarded as a disciple of the Great God. How can this old ghost who looks like a crooked melon and a jujube be humiliated?
Prince Turtle said disdainfully: "What a master... you are a piece of shit, I... I... my girl... mother... mother..."
"You're a turtle, but you still want a girl?" Master Yeyou was slightly startled.
The turtle prince was so angry that his color changed from emerald to red.
One ghost and one turtle immediately started fighting again, fighting fiercely.
Zhang Ruochen stared at Gu Shejing closely and said, "There's a problem! With the same fingering technique, when she attacked Bai Qing'er on the Ice King Star, it was definitely not as powerful. What's going on?"
Zhang Ruochen would never believe that Gu Shejing deliberately hid her cultivation when she fought against Bai Qing'er and Wuma Jiuxing.
After all, Wuma Jiuxing's sword is no joke.
Even a demigod would be hard-pressed to survive after being struck by a knife.
The period after leaving Ice King was too short, and it was unlikely that Gu Shejing would achieve a major breakthrough.
The only explanation is that Gu Shejing is very likely to have a dual personality, or even two souls in one body. The Gu Shejing who fought against Wuma Jiuxing has a cheerful personality, lively and charming, but her cultivation strength is weak.
Some.
Now the stern and devilish Gu Shejing is obviously much more powerful.
The Gu Shejing in front of him, not to mention the great sage of the Temple of Death, even Zhang Ruochen was wary of her. He always felt that she had no emotions and was like a demon possessed. Even if Zhang Ruochen came close to her, he might be hit by her with one finger.
kill.
"Anyone who stands in my way will be killed without mercy."
Gu Shejing glanced coldly at the monks at the Death Temple, and then turned into a stream of red light and rushed towards the top of the altar.
"Witch, where are you going?"
Xuan Lingfeng roared loudly, pointed at Gu Shejing with the red-gold staff in his hand.
In front of the staff, formation inscriptions appeared one after another, intertwining into a circular formation three feet in diameter.
"Swish."
In the formation, a rain of swords flew out.
It's not a sword spirit, it's a metal sword.
These war swords are formed by Forging Lingfeng and absorbing the rules of the Five Elements of Gold between heaven and earth using formation techniques.
The densely packed war swords turned into a ten-foot-wide torrent, rushing straight towards Gu Shejing.
"The methods of World Hand are indeed extraordinary. Even with Gu Shejing's ability, he was forced to stop."
Taking this opportunity, the eight supreme saints in the Temple of Death, the holy energy in their bodies flowed like a rushing river, forming eight clouds of death energy above their heads.
Eight supreme high-level holy arts were condensed and formed in the cloud of death energy.
Gu Shejing did stop, turned around to face the torrent of flying war swords, and said coldly: "I have already said that anyone who stands in my way will die. How dare you still offend me?"
She didn't see any means of protecting her body and rushed directly into the torrent of swords.
"boom!"
"boom!"
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Punch after punch, thousands of war swords were shattered by her.
Metal fragments were flying everywhere.
As for the eight supreme saints of the Temple of Death, all eight supreme high-level holy spells fell on her, but they could not hurt her demonic body.
The monks in the Temple of Death felt as if they had seen a ghost and felt chills all over their bodies.
"Even if the false god stands still and is hit by eight supreme high-level holy arts, the divine body cannot withstand it and will be damaged. Is her physical demonic body stronger than the false god's divine body?"
Yuanshu Zhenhuang said: "Her physical body is indeed powerful, but it is not that strong yet. What she uses is a peerless magical power found in Luo Zu Yunshan Realm's Secret Book "Death Map", called Demon Ancestor War.
body."
"The rules of the holy way she cultivated are combined with the physical body through magical powers, so that the physical body is indestructible and invincible. This is only possible after the Demon Ancestor's battle body has been cultivated to the fifth level."
"From ancient times to the present, there are no more than ten monks who can cultivate this kind of magical power to the fourth level or above. She should be the number one person in the Yuanhui of Luo Zu Yunshan Realm!"
A supreme dead race member said: "The Demon Ancestor has a strong fighting body, but her holy soul and spiritual power may be her weaknesses. Let's use the power of death together to attack her holy soul and spirit."
Just when the eight supreme saints in the Temple of Death released the power of death at the same time.
Gu Shejing had already penetrated the torrent of war swords and reached directly in front of Xuan Lingfeng.
Xuan Lingfeng's face changed drastically. Formation mages were most afraid of close combat, not to mention that the opponent was a person who had cultivated the Demon Ancestor's combat body. He could clearly sense the overwhelming murderous aura and infinite demonic power emanating from the stunning woman opposite.
The staff in Xuan Lingfeng's hand is a treasure that is even more precious than the Holy Artifact of the Seven-Yuan King. It is called the "Xuanwu Staff".
The staff is in the shape of a snake, with sharp scales, and a fist-sized turtle on top.
Similar in shape to Xuanwu.
At this critical moment of life and death, Xuan Lingfeng grasped the staff tightly with his palm and moved it downwards.
The sharp scales cut his palm, and a large amount of holy blood flowed out.
The Xuanwu staff absorbed Xian Lingfeng's blood. Suddenly, the light increased greatly, and the eyes of the turtle on the top of the staff lit up.
Xuan Lingfeng hit the staff hard to the ground.
"Wow!"
A defensive formation lit up beneath his feet.
Then, the second one, the third one...
A series of eight formations rise one above another, and the formation patterns are connected with each other, forming a Xuanwu that is ten feet long.
Gu Shejing punched Xuanwu, and eight formations were running at the same time, rebounding her back. A large amount of thunder and lightning surged out from the formation and struck her.
Xuan Lingfeng stood in the center of Xuanwu, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "My eight-layer Xuanwu formation, even a false god can resist it for a while, so don't waste your efforts!"
Just as Gu Shejing was about to take action, the death thoughts of the eight supreme saints in the Temple of Death fell on her.
The power of death thoughts is like a curse, invisible and invisible, directly attacking her holy soul and spirit.
"I really don't know what to say. I, Luo Ancestor, who is a member of the Yunshan Realm, are working together to refine the body and cultivate the mind. With your death thoughts as strong as yours, you also want to attack me?"
Gu Shejing turned around, stared at them, and said in her mouth: "The demons in the sky, the demons in the earth, strengthen my inner demons. The stronger the inner demons, the stronger I will be."
"The inner demons backfire on Dafa!"
The next moment, the eight Supreme Saints of the Temple of Death, except for the True Emperor Yuanshu, who were using the power of death thoughts, all let out shrill screams.
One of them went crazy and scratched his own skull. His face was covered with blood and he was so ferocious that he rushed towards the bottom of the altar. He didn't know where he went.
Yuan Qianmo and Wuma Jiuxing, who were fighting fiercely, were finally alerted.
The two stopped immediately.
One person made a long and long whistle, and the other made a harsh knife sound to intimidate Gu Shejing above.
Gu Shejing looked at the two lights and shadows flying rapidly from below, pointed towards Xuan Lingfeng, and said: "I hope you can always hide in the formation, otherwise I, Gu Shejing, will keep my word and let you die without any chance."
Burial place.”
"Wow!"
Gu Shejing flew through the air and was the first to reach the top of the huge stone altar.
Immediately, she seemed to have seen something incredible, and her eyes showed shock.
Xuan Lingfeng let out a long breath, and the holy robe on his body was actually soaked with sweat.
Zhang Ruochen looked up, feeling that Gu Shejing had become extremely unfamiliar, and said solemnly: "Before we go up, we must first arrange the formation. We are also the Hands of the World, and your Cairo Earth Master's methods should not be weaker than those of Forging Lingfeng, right?"
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"I trained in the First Formation of the Holy Land of Heaven to become the Hand of the World. How can Forged Lingfeng compare with me?"
Although the Cairo Earth Master said this, he was still frightened by the combat power that Gu Shejing had just exploded, and he immediately carefully arranged a defensive formation that pressed down on the bottom of the box.
As soon as the formation was completed, it immediately transformed into a camel-like mythical beast dozens of feet long.
The three people and the blood wolf were all standing inside the camel.
The camels ran wildly, climbed onto the huge stone altar, and reached the top.
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"Unexpectedly, this descendant of Luo Zu Yunshan Realm actually cultivated the Demon Ancestor War Body and the Inner Demon Backlash Technique, causing the Temple of Death to lose three supreme realm saints in a row." Yuan Qianmo said.
He has helped seven supreme saints from the Temple of Death to resolve the inner demons and visions that invaded their bodies.
Except for the True Emperor Yuanshu, the other six Supreme Realm Great Sages and their Holy Souls all suffered varying degrees of injuries, and it was difficult to recover in a short period of time.
The monks from Yuan Qianmo and the Death Temple almost climbed to the top of the huge stone altar together with the formation camels.
After reaching the top, even with Zhang Ruochen, A Le and Yuan Qianmo's mentality, they were shocked by the sight before them and held their breath.