Empty space, no matter, no sound, no light and darkness.
The Great God Wentong flew away quickly in the void space, as fast as a stream of light, and the divine energy on his body turned into a long river. He could move a hundred thousand miles in one step, and he was frightened and frightened in his heart.
It has been many years, and I have never been as embarrassed as I am today, with no choice but to run for my life.
However, the Wuqing Sect's divine world is boundless, like the shadow of death, always shrouding him and unable to escape. As long as he cannot escape from the divine world, he cannot spread the news, which means he has not escaped from the grasp of the Wuqing Sect.
Heart.
Even though heaven and hell were at war a hundred thousand years ago, the Great God Wentong was not as scared as he is today.
"Wu Qing Sect, what do you want?" Master Wentong shouted loudly, his eyes stern.
"Do you still need a reason to kill you?"
The Wuqing Sect chased after him, his divine body was huge, and countless regular divine patterns intertwined into the shape of heaven and earth, wrapping up the Wentong God who was flying away in front of him with burning longevity.
Wherever spiritual thoughts can reach, the divine world can be reached.
"Don't bully others too much. If you really want to fight to the death, the outcome is still unknown."
The eyes of the Great God Wentong turned blood red, and there was boundless anger in his heart. He quite suspected that Yan Zhexian's appearance in the Wentong Temple was caused by the Wuqing Sect.
The Wuqing Sect wanted to provoke a conflict between Mingdian and the Yan clan of Tianwaitian.
He Wentong had no enmity with the Wuqing Sect, but his family was ruined. How could he not be angry in his heart?
"The method of clouds, the secret of rain."
Master Wentong shouted this while flying rapidly.
It was originally a void space with nothing in it, but suddenly, a cloud layer 30,000 miles long appeared. The air of death in the cloud was so rich that it condensed into liquid raindrops.
The raindrops were like swords, flying densely towards the Wuqing Sect behind.
The speed of Wuqing Sect did not slow down even for a moment.
Those raindrops that could penetrate the stars fell on him and exploded instantly, turning into mist.
"The ancestor of Hades."
Thirty thousand miles away from the clouds, the figure of the Ming Ancestor condensed, pitch black, majestic and sacred, as tall as the divine body of the Wuqing Sect, and attacked with a punch.
This figure of the Ancestor of the Underworld was summoned by the great god Wentong using a forbidden technique at the cost of ten thousand years of life. The burst of aura caused a serious look on the faces of the Wuqing Sect.
He really has the power of the underworld.
"Ancestor Ming is worthy of respect. Unfortunately, your cultivation is not enough and you cannot muster enough power to pose any threat to me."
The Wuqing Sect cast the Yama Luo Hunshi Seal, and the ancestral inscriptions appeared all over the sky, like millions of stars suspended in the void space, bombarding the Ming Ancestor and breaking him into pieces.
Destroy it with one blow.
The clouds that were thirty thousand miles away dispersed.
The Wuqing Sect rushed out of the clouds, but frowned.
I saw that Great God Wentong had separated from his divine world and was standing in a purple Styx River.
Although he was out of trouble, Master Wentong couldn't laugh out loud. The injuries he suffered today were too serious, especially the consumption of life span, which could not be compensated at all.
He didn't even know where he had offended the Wuqing Sect?
"No matter what you are planning in the Wuqing Sect, from the moment I escape from your divine world, all your plans will come to nothing."
The Great God Wentong said again: "I will firmly remember today's hatred, and I will definitely massacre the hundreds of millions of members of your Yama clan in the future to appease the hatred in my heart."
Wuqing Sect looked at him calmly and did not take any action.
"Crash."
The River Styx penetrates space and connects nothingness and reality.
As long as he returns to the real space, the Lord of the Underworld Palace will be able to sense his aura in an instant. If the Wuqing Sect continues to pursue him, he will have to bear the wrath of the Lord of the Underworld Palace.
Until this moment, Master Wentong finally burst out laughing.
The funny thing is that the Wuqing Sect can't kill him after all. But from now on, he will become the nightmare of the Wuqing Sect and the disaster of the Yama clan.
Becoming an enemy to a great god is bound to pay a heavy price.
However, just when Master Wentong was about to return to the real space, he looked up and saw a divine spear piercing down. The divine spear contained unparalleled divine power and penetrated time and space.
"No……"
Master Wentong gritted his teeth, roared, and used all his strength to attack.
"Boom."
The god is invincible and can penetrate his divine world and all the defenses on his body.
The divine body exploded and turned into a bloody mist.
The tip of the divine spear was nailed to the divine source and stood in the blood mist.
Every time the blood mist tried to condense again, it was shattered by the power erupting from the god.
The divine body cannot be re-consolidated, but is constantly eroded by the power of nothingness.
In the blood mist, the horrified voices of the Great God Wentong rang out: "God of War, all this is a conspiracy of the Wuqing Sect and has nothing to do with me. The conspiracy has started since Yan Zhexian was sent to Wentong Temple."
The God of War, Mi Tian, stood on the top of the divine altar, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, and the cloak flying on his back. He ignored the voice of the Great God Wentong at all, and stared at the Wuqing Sect in the distance with his tiger eyes.
The Wuqing Sect waved his sleeves, and boundless divine fire surged out of his sleeves, causing the blood mist of Master Wentong to burn.
In the void, a vast fire field appeared.
The angry curses of the Great God Wentong continued to be heard, but the Wuqing Sect and the God of War turned a deaf ear.
The two of them only have each other in their eyes.
It wasn't until the Great God Wentong was burned cleanly, leaving only one divine source, that the Wuqing Sect turned around and left, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.
Mi Tian War God finally spoke and said: "Lao Wu, why do you want to kill Wentong? Are you really responsible for this turmoil?"
The Wuqing Sect did not turn around, and could hardly explain, saying: "So what if I made it? Could it be that the God of War wants to give you some advice?"
"We are from the same clan, why do we have to make such a fuss?" Mi Tian Zhan Shen said.
A look of ridicule appeared in Wuqingzong's eyes, and then he returned to coldness and said: "I didn't want to cause such trouble, it was Yan Renhuan. Go back and tell him that as long as I am still alive, I will definitely find out what happened back then.
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"Heaven and hell are at war again, and the universe is gradually turbulent. The Yama clan should not be divided." Mitian War God said.
Wuqing Zongdao: "The battle between heaven and earth, the struggle between life and death. Isn't that what Yan Renhuan wants?"
"The clan leader said that as long as you go back, the position of the next clan leader will be yours." Mitian War God said.
"Different road non-phase plan."
Wuqing Sect waved his hand and gradually walked away.
Mi Tian War God closed his eyes tightly and almost wanted to take action, but he restrained himself in the end. His emotions since childhood prevented him from using his divine power against the Wuqing Sect.
The Iron-blooded God of War also has moments of tenderness.
"The Underworld will never give up."
Mi Tian War God shouted this from afar, and then used his divine spear to smash the divine source of the Great God Wentong. The cracked divine source turned into fireballs and burned up in the void space.
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The starry sky where the Palace of Hades is located is filled with shining stars and a large number of Star Soul God constellations.
Suddenly, Great God Wentong's Star Soul Throne dimmed.
"When the great god falls, the whole family mourns."
All the Nether Tribe monks saw the changes in the starry sky and fell to their knees one by one. They could not believe that someone as powerful as Wentong could actually fall.
All the gods in the Hades Palace were shocked and felt at a loss.
It should be noted that the Great God Wentong did not die on the starry sky battlefield where he was fighting against all realms of heaven, but in the realm of hell.
The Lord of the Hades Hall, who was visiting the Da Luo Shrine, felt something in his heart and looked out the window, looking at the endless and distant starry sky. His eyes froze slightly for a moment.
The corners of Emperor Luo Yan's lips raised, and then he said seriously: "I'm so sorry! Even the gods cannot escape life and death. There is nothing we can do about it!"
The Lord of the Underworld Palace recovered in an instant, shook his head and smiled, saying: "Those who can kill Wentong are the only ones in the entire Hell Realm. Who do you think it could be?"
Emperor Luo Yan said: "Who knows? The Santu River conceals the secrets of heaven, and the void space extinguishes the breath. How about you go to the Destiny Mountain and ask the Tianyun Division to help you calculate? The death of a great god is not a trivial matter."
The master of the Hades Hall stood up, straightened his robes, and said: "Yes, how can it be unclear about the death of the great god? If there is no result, how can the Hades Hall gain a foothold in the hell world? The murderer must die, and the monks related to the murderer must also die.
Gotta die."
After saying this, the Lord of the Underworld opened a door to nothingness and walked in with an angry look on his face.
When the Gate of Nothingness closed, the Lord of the Hall of Hades had already arrived hundreds of millions of miles away.
Emperor Luo Yan glanced at Goddess Tianyin and said with a smile: "The Hades wanted to kill people, but instead a great god fell. Who is to blame? Why is he so angry? Who is he angry for? I think it can scare me.
live?"
"However, this matter is indeed strange. The spirit we invited to protect Zhang Ruochen can only compete with Wentong, and it is impossible to kill Wentong." Goddess Tianyin said.
Emperor Luo Yan put away his smile and said: "In your opinion, who will kill Wentong?"
"A strong man who can kill Wen Tong must have profound cultivation. However, Wen Tong went to the world of life and death to kill Zhang Ruochen. If you want to know who did it, as long as you know where Zhang Ruochen appears next, the answer will be
That’s clear!” Goddess Tianyin said.
Emperor Luo Yan looked thoughtful and said: "As the war started, the situation became more and more strange. I wonder if Zhang Ruochen can break the curse and step into the realm of gods? For him, this turmoil is already over.
The commotion was big enough, and the great gods fell because of it. I hope all this is worth it and don't let us down. By the way, who is the god you asked to protect Zhang Ruochen?"
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The ghost town of impermanence.
An old ghost in the form of an ape stood outside a temple made of bones. He peered into the sky and saw the star soul throne of Lord Wentong dimming.
He, the Great God of Jinju, is a close friend of the Wuqing Sect.
The Yin boat was lent to Wen Chu and Yan Ting.
"Wentong actually fell. How could this fight be so fierce? It seems that I have underestimated the importance of this junior Zhang Ruochen."
Master Jinju knew that he was involved in a huge turmoil, so he immediately left the Ghost City of Impermanence.
At the beginning, he felt that Zhang Ruochen was just a monk in the holy realm. Even if he killed him, it would not be a big deal, and he would get a lot of rewards.
With the fall of Master Wentong, he woke up and realized that it was no accident that Zhang Ruochen was able to cultivate a first-grade holy will and suffered the Dao-killing Curse. The water behind him was unfathomable.
When the Wuqing Sect came to the Jinju Temple, the temple was already empty of people.