Because of the possibility of the Sword Realm being born, and because of the huge benefits of this starry sky, many gods gathered in the Royal City of Hundreds of Clans, and they all gathered here at this moment.
Above the rows of buildings, clusters of divine light shine like stars.
Qingyuntai felt ashamed and felt that he had lost face as an ancient god, and said: "Zhang Ruochen, don't try to get close to me. You have the audacity to kill the gods of the hell world and think of yourself as an undead vampire? The undead vampires will not protect you.
You don’t have any clansmen like you?”
Zhang Ruochen was thoughtful and looked at Master Yeyou who was standing not far from Qingyuntai.
Master Ye You lowered his head, with a look of hesitation on his face, and suddenly turned into a ray of divine light and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen, knelt on the ground, and said: "Master, I am here to accept the disciple's bow. The disciple endured the humiliation and accepted the thief as his father, just to find out the seven
The cause of death of Hand and Blood Qingsheng.”
"What's the result?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Master Yeyou pointed at Qingyuntai, gritted his teeth, and said with great anger: "It's all behind this is my foster father... Bah, it's all instigated by Qingyuntai!"
Zhang Ruochen's eyes became stern and he shouted coldly: "Yeyou, you are so brave. Do you want to wrong the ancient god of my immortal vampire clan? Do you want to provoke internal fighting among the immortal vampire clan? How many lives do you have, how dare you do this?
How to do it?"
Master Yeyou said: "I dare to guarantee with my life that this is absolutely true. The reason why this old man from Qingyuntai did this is to force the God of War to come to the Hundred Clans King City, so that he can take advantage of the complicated situation in the city to kill the God of War.
"
Zhang Ruochen stared at Qingyuntai with cold eyes and said: "Even ordinary members of my Immortal Vampire Clan dare to do what I do. My predecessor is a peerless ancient god, how dare I admit what I have done?"
Qingyuntai adopted Master Yeyou as his adopted son, originally intending to humiliate the Xuejue family, but unexpectedly, he exposed the matter in front of the gods.
Damn it!
"The Seven Hands and the Blood Qingsheng are all small characters who cannot stand on the stage. How can I take them seriously?"
"You old ghost, you dare to slander me, you will die!"
The blood wings on Qingyuntai's back spread out in pairs, and their divine power increased greatly.
The blood wings are densely covered with silver lines, spurting out a massive amount of blood.
A divine sword flew out from behind Zhang Ruochen, its light was scorching and its power was frightening. The sword split open the blood energy rushing towards Master Yeyou and slashed straight to the top of Qingyuntai's head.
Qingyuntai had been prepared for a long time. The divine world unfolded, and countless divine patterns poured out, forming a bloody sun that illuminated the sea of stars and collided with the divine sword, forming an earth-shaking powerful wave of divine power.
The gods suspended in mid-air were too happy to watch the internal fighting among the vampires and did not take part in it.
"Qingyunque, the chief minister of the Qingtian tribe, was already one of the candidates for the clan leader a hundred thousand years ago. Now that he has entered the immeasurable realm, his confidence has naturally doubled. Xue Jue has suddenly emerged and has been appointed as the clan leader. Not to mention that Qingyunque cannot bear it, and the entire Qingtian
The tribe is afraid that they will not accept it." A great god of the dead tribe said this while standing in the nine circles of death light.
An immortal vampire god from the Qitian tribe said: "So, Senior Evil Master thinks that the deaths of Xue Qingsheng and Qishou were really caused by Qingyuntai?"
"How can I, an old man from the dead clan, talk nonsense about you immortal vampire clan?" the evil master said with a smile.
"boom!"
The blood energy is overflowing, and waves of divine power are sweeping in all directions.
The gods looked intently at the divine world of Qingyuntai. Inside, there was a dense sea of blood, thunder and lightning flashing, and mountains and rivers constantly crashing into Zhang Ruochen.
However, Zhang Ruochen was full of energy and fighting spirit. Even if he was pulled into the world of gods, he was not affected at all and destroyed all the magical powers produced by Qingyuntai.
His cultivation is as powerful as Qingyuntai, but he can't suppress Zhang Ruochen?
The gods only thought it was Qingyuntai's negligence that caused him to be wounded by the divine sword.
"Six-in-one sword shocking formation!"
Zhang Ruochen shouted loudly and formed a formation with six swords.
The sword rules of the entire Hundred Clans Royal City converged into the thick sea of blood and flowed around Zhang Ruochen.
"Boom!"
The six swords came out together, cutting through the many obstacles in the world of gods, and struck Qingyuntai.
There were a lot of blood wounds on the divine body, and some of the divine bones were severed.
Zhang Ruochen strode forward, looking at the regular divine patterns of Qingyuntai as if they were nothing, crushing the mountains and rivers, catching up with Qingyuntai who was escaping in his own divine world, and struck down with one palm.
This palm roared like a dragon, causing Qingyuntai to vomit blood and fly out from the world of gods.
"return!"
Zhang Ruochen controlled the space, pulled Qingyuntai back, raised a divine sword and slashed it diagonally.
"Pfft!"
Qingyuntai shrank its blood wings and resisted the divine world, but the power of the divine sword was so powerful. After the sword light flashed, a pair of blood wings were cut down.
Master Yeyou was very excited when he saw it, and secretly felt lucky that he had not betrayed the Xuejue family and Zhang Ruochen.
All the adoptive fathers I recognized in the past put together are not as powerful as my master.
"No wonder Zhang Ruochen has the confidence to break into the royal city of hundreds of tribes. It is really shocking to have such combat power at such a young age." The evil master sighed with emotion.
"It's just that you meet a loser and you can become powerful for a while."
An old and gloomy voice came from a chariot made of piled bones.
On both sides of the chariot, stood a dozen ghost monks with powerful auras, all wearing black robes, making them mysterious and unpredictable.
The voice in the Bone Chariot said: "What are you waiting for? Now that Zhang Ruochen has appeared, attack him in groups and kill him. Do you still want to wait for the Yaksha Clan and the Fire Ghost Clan to seize control of the Guanyun Formation Tower?
Do you have the right to drive us all out of the city with a formation?"
The gods of the major forces seemed to be trying to defeat Zhang Ruochen, but in fact, they were all gathering in the King's City of Hundreds of Clans because of their interests.
Because once the Yaksha tribe falls, any force that takes a bite will have their mouths full of oil.
Besides, the royal city of hundreds of tribes is related to the wealth and structure of a star field. However, any force that wants to make a difference, how can it be possible not to take a share of the pie at this moment of rapid change?
However, these great gods are all human beings and do not act rashly.
After all, Zhang Ruochen is still Tianmu's envoy on the surface, and the Hundred Clans Royal City is not far from Xinghuantian.
Haven't you seen the black temple suspended in the sky, still silent?
"Okay! Since you are timid, I will take the lead."
Seeing Qingyuntai being hacked by Zhang Ruochen with the divine sword, he was unable to parry. The divine body was in tatters, and the white bone chariot carried a cold ghost cloud and charged straight towards Zhang Ruochen.
The great god in the Bone Chariot is a veteran ghost clan strongman from the Disha Ghost City. He is known as the Ancestor of Xuanqi and has been in the hell world for hundreds of thousands of years.
Another ancient god with great majesty!
The white bone chariot crushed the formation inscriptions on the ground, and the ghost energy and regular divine patterns emitted condensed into an army of ghosts wearing armor and riding war beasts, seeming to raze the royal city of hundreds of tribes to the ground.
Zhang Ruochen abandoned Qingyuntai, who was beaten and covered in blood, rushed towards the bone chariot, held the divine sword, and used all the magical powers of the heavens.
Blue sky!
"Bang!"
The divine river of the underworld gushed out along with the sword energy, splitting the bone chariot into pieces.
Although the Bone Chariot is an amazing defensive treasure that won't break even if a star crushes it, it is like tofu in front of the Divine Sword.
Ancestor Xuanqi, who was sitting in the chariot, screamed, and his ghost body was split into two by the divine sword and thrown backwards.
So shocking!
It was enough that Qingyuntai was beaten to a bloody pulp. He was as powerful as Ancestor Xuanqi, but his ghost body was split open by the divine sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand.
A confrontation will result in heavy losses.
All the tribes in the Hundred Tribes Royal City realized that things were not going well today, and even the divine city could not bear a battle at the level of a great god.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
…
In the holy places of more than a hundred small clans in the city, bright formation light pillars rise, triggering the formation inscriptions in the city, forming one divine formation light shield after another.
They must defend the city and not destroy it in the divine battle.
"Zhang Ruochen is crazy, he wants to kill the great god!" A cry echoed through the sky.
Zhang Ruochen let down his long hair and suppressed the ancestor Xuanqi who had re-condensed his ghost body under a thousand-foot divine flame handprint, constantly destroying his soul thoughts and spiritual will.
"Bang!"
The ghost body of Xuanqi Ancestor exploded into pieces, and wisps of ghosts turned into wisps of smoke in the divine flames.
Zhang Ruochen held a divine source in his hand, looked around, and said: "You want to kill me, are you qualified? If you don't want to die, just take action."
Even though Ancestor Xuanqi's Star Soul Throne was extinguished in the starry sky, the gods still didn't believe what they saw.
That was an ancient great god. He didn't die in such a brutal divine war a hundred thousand years ago. How could he die in the royal city of hundreds of tribes? How could he die in the hands of a young man?
Is the man in front of me really Zhang Ruochen?
Many gods were frightened, guessing that this Zhang Ruochen must have transformed into a certain great god, and could not be the junior great sage from a hundred years ago.
Qingyuntai recovered, his armor was in tatters, he looked at Zhang Ruochen with fear in his eyes, and thought to himself: "Could he be the bloody god of war?"
The sky in the royal city of hundreds of tribes suddenly turned blood red, and a pouring rain of blood fell.
The huge corpse of Ye Kong, the master of the Taixu realm of the Yaksha tribe, fell from the clouds like a mountain.
The Yaksha Ancestral Temple was suspended in mid-air. The extremely beautiful figure of the Jade Spirit God stood outside the temple, looking down at the gods below, and said: "The Yaksha betrayed the Yaksha clan and was killed by this god today. Those who want to get involved in the royal city of hundreds of clans,
die!"
Two great gods fell one after another, and the monks in the royal city of hundreds of tribes, from spiritual gods to slaves and lackeys, all became excited.
"Crazy, everyone is crazy!"
"A Zhang Ruochen and a Jade Spirit God, how can they get the confidence? Are they going to declare war on the hell world?"
…
Jade Spirit God raised his voice and said: "The royal city of the Hundred Tribes cannot bear so many gods. If you don't want to be the enemy of the Yasha Tribe, please leave with your army within a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
A true god from the Dark Temple, with two heads, walked out of the Holy Army camp, looked in the direction of the Yaksha Ancestral Temple, and said: "Jade Spirit God, are you really impatient with life?"
"Bang!"
The true god was slapped to death by the Jade Spirit God.
A large five-fingered handprint a hundred meters long appeared on the ground.
In the nearby Holy Army camp, tens of thousands of Holy Soldiers from the Dark Temple were all reduced to dust.
The whole city is silent!
No monk thinks that what Jade Spirit God said just now is a joke!