The sundial is suspended above the head of Xiuchen God, and the ocean of time imprints is derived. The imprinted light particles fill the area around Feng Pavilion, and even flow into Demon Ancestor Ridge.
The divine rivers of time meander and flow in the ocean of imprints at very fast speeds.
The huge Stone God Star loomed in the space behind Xiu Chen. The Demon Stone Knife in his hand was soaked in corpse blood, dark red and ghastly.
"Wow!"
He slashed out with his sword, and the demonic energy surged, attacking formations one after another.
Ancestor Chen was previously struck by the Demonic Stone Sword and was seriously injured. He retreated in embarrassment and had no choice but to use a formation to block the footsteps of the God Xiuchen.
"With your little strength, do you dare to call yourself an ancestor?"
Xiuchen God's body was filled with Shura fighting spirit, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and from his sleeves, the divine rivers of time flew out.
Like a great river rushing, it makes a substantial sound of water flow.
Ancestor Chen was angry. The weapon spirit opposite was in the same realm as him. However, she carried a Stone God Star from the Stone Clan, which could continuously mobilize the power of the Stone God Star, and the hundreds of millions of stones on the Stone God Star.
The power of all living beings from the clan monks.
What's even more speechless is that both the sundial and the Demonic Stone Knife are sacred artifacts.
The former makes her invincible.
The latter is a god-killing weapon.
After being slashed, the corpse energy in Ganzu's body continued to drain, the wound could not heal, and the injury tended to worsen.
"Bang!"
Ganzu was knocked away again, one of the divine rivers of time penetrated his body, and a large amount of lifespan was lost.
God Xiu Chen was in a good mood. He wiped away the grievances of the past and kept slashing with the Demon Stone Sword in his hand. After a while, Qianzu's whole body was dripping with blood, and even his tail was cut off.
"I, Xiuchen, have never been weaker than anyone in my life. Please remember that the one who kills you is not the weapon spirit of the sundial, but the leader of the Shura clan and the master of the Peacock Star of the Stone clan."
As he waved his hand, the ocean of time stamps shook violently, and the sundial flew out.
Countless divine planets also flew out from the divine world of Xiuchen God, and all landed on Ancestor Tan.
These throne planets belong to the stone gods on Maurya.
Ancestor Chen originally manifested his true form and turned into a soaring snake that was thousands of miles long and fled quickly towards the Demon Ancestor Ridge.
"Bang bang!"
Under the attack of the sundial and countless divine planets, its immortal body exploded in mid-air and turned into a putrid rain of blood.
A large area was corroded and turned dark red.
An immortal statue is naturally not easy to kill, and spiritual consciousness exists in every drop of blood.
The blood on the ground beat and turned into liquid snakes the size of earthworms, converging in the direction of Yaozu Ridge.
God Xiu Chen fired a divine flame that covered tens of thousands of miles in the direction of the blood rain, and then ignored Tanzu.
No matter how strong Yuanzu is, her combat power has dropped significantly after suffering this series of heavy losses, and it will be difficult for her to pose a threat. It cannot be done in a short time to completely kill Soaring Snake.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa..."
Rays of underworld fire beams soared into the sky from the underworld towers in various parts of the underworld.
After entering the clouds, the dense formation inscriptions in the clouds appeared, and suddenly, there were bursts of thunder and howling winds.
God Xiu Chen's expression suddenly changed, he retreated quickly, and said through a message: "The formation in the Kingdom of the Underworld has been activated, Zhang Ruochen, hurry up and fight quickly, otherwise we won't be able to leave!"
The formations of the 80,000-story building in the underworld are activated at the same time. It is not comparable to a wind pavilion, and it can definitely kill all living creatures under the ancestor.
"Don't panic. You go and collect the Demon Ancestor Ridge. I'll be back in a moment."
Zhang Ruochen's voice came from the Wind Pavilion.
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The Chongming Patriarch had already thrown the Seven Masters out, cut his wrists, and used his own divine blood to condense the divine talisman.
It's not that he doesn't want to swallow the Seventh Master directly, but that the Seventh Master has shown signs of breaking through the seal. To swallow Zhang Ruochen with all his strength would be too risky.
A drop of divine blood, a talisman.
The runes are complex and bright, and their number is increasing. They are suspended in the space between Patriarch Chongming and Zhang Ruochen, blocking Zhang Ruochen's footsteps.
Zhang Ruochen stepped forward, and the blood talisman exploded on him, like a god detonating its divine source. The destructive power was astonishing, but it could not hurt him.
Ancestor Chongming said: "The formation of the Kingdom of the Underworld has been activated, and the Underworld soldiers and underworld generals are coming. Zhang Ruochen, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"
"The formation of the Eighty Thousand Floors of the Underworld is indeed very scary. However, with such a terrifying power, how can the Spirit of the Underworld be controlled by others? Therefore, before the Spirit of the Underworld returns, I have enough time to kill him.
you."
Zhang Ruochen thrust out his sword, and the sword light drew a dazzling word "一", breaking through the spiritual power field of the ancestor of Chongming.
All the blood symbols exploded.
The four pupils of Patriarch Chongming all shrank rapidly. He only regretted that this place was the Kingdom of the Underworld. He could not break through the space in the Wind Pavilion, otherwise he would have fled into the world of nothingness or left the Hentian.
There is no way to retreat.
When the sword edge was close at hand, Patriarch Chongming could no longer care about anything else and called out the sacred sycamore tree.
The sacred tree, which was originally only a few meters high, immediately grew rapidly after being struck forward by his palm, and its trunk filled the space to block this fatal sword.
"Pfft!"
After Shen Yuan's Divine Sword penetrated the tree trunk, its power continued to decrease, and it was unable to penetrate the Wutong Divine Tree.
The sycamore sacred tree released its ancestors and grew at an alarming rate. Its branches and leaves spread to various locations in the Wind Pavilion. The gates of destiny were penetrated by the tree trunks, and the gods of the Temple of Destiny who were sealed in them escaped one after another.
Among them, Zhang Ruochen saw the figures of Xue Tu, Hai Shang Youruo, Qing Feiwei and others.
However, their cultivation was sealed and they could not participate in the war at all.
Zhang Ruochen was not happy but worried. Apparently Patriarch Chongming deliberately released them to make Zhang Ruochen feel scrupulous and unable to go all out.
The aftermath of the battle in the pavilion is simply not something ordinary gods can withstand.
"The soul of the demon ancestor, the sound of the phoenix's cry to capture the soul." The sacred voice of the ancestor of the Chongming Dynasty sounded.
The soul of a demon ancestor appeared on the sacred sycamore tree, with gorgeous feathers and an almost real aura of the ancestor.
Many gods were so frightened by this ancestral breath that their souls trembled, their consciousnesses became chaotic, and they knelt down on the ground, as if the demon ancestor had crossed the long river of time and arrived in this era.
Only Zhang Ruochen knew that this was the method used by the Chongming Patriarch.
It is the remnant soul of the demon ancestor that was once refined by the ancestor of Chongming.
"not good."
Zhang Ruochen frowned, and the Tai Chi Four Symbols diagram appeared behind him. With a wave of his hand, the diagram flew out, covering the gods of the Temple of Destiny and protecting them.
A sharp phoenix cry came from the mouth of the Demon Ancestor's soul.
Contains mental power attacks and soul attacks.
With the 93rd level spiritual power of the Chongming Patriarch, he could use such a magical power to kill all the living creatures in a star field with a single sound wave, making the starry sky dead silent and causing the living souls of countless planets to fly away.
Zhang Ruochen took out the Mani Pearl, held it in his hand, raised it above his head, and stood amidst the sound waves of the phoenix's cry.
The Buddha's light envelopes the whole body, as if there is a golden bell protecting the body.
"This old guy... actually has such a terrifying technique..."
The Xukun God of War, who had just recovered from his injuries, was shocked by the cry of the phoenix so much that his mouth was bleeding, and his head seemed to be torn open. Fortunately, the brilliance of the Mani Pearl shone on him, and he could barely resist.
Sibei was not so lucky. Amidst the screams, his soul decomposed one by one. Finally, he fell limply to the ground and made no more noise.
A strong man who was at the pinnacle of great freedom fell like this.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen disappeared on the spot, and along the trunk of the sacred sycamore tree, like a soaring dragon and a snake, he quickly reached the demon ancestor's soul shadow and punched him.
On the glove, the unicorn roared.
A claw full of thunder and lightning was shot out, and the demon ancestor's soul exploded and turned into a cloud of mist.
Ancestor Chongming, who was standing behind the soul shadow of Demon Ancestor, was injured and immediately spread his wings and flew to a higher place.
He regretted so much that he never thought that even though he had the right time and place, he still couldn't fight Zhang Ruochen. How could this man be so tyrannical?
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have entered the Wind Pavilion.
If he were to control the formation outside the Wind Pavilion, Patriarch Chongming would be at least 70% sure that he would be able to trap Zhang Ruochen inside until the spirit of the underworld returned.
Even if Zhang Ruochen's combat prowess is unparalleled and he defeats the Wind Pavilion, Patriarch Chongming can still retreat to Demon Ancestor Ridge.
Yaozu Ridge is his real strongest trump card. There, Patriarch Chongming is confident that he can fight Zhang Ruochen on an equal footing.
As a spiritual monk, it was a big taboo to have a close fight with a martial arts monk.
"Wow!"
Ancestor Chongming felt the figure in front of him shaking. He looked again and saw that Zhang Ruochen's face was very close at hand.
"puff!"
Zhang Ruochen slapped his head with a palm, and thousands of talismans scattered among the feathers.
A huge bloody hole appeared in the head of the Chongming Patriarch, and his consciousness was almost shattered. He was top-heavy and his body fell straight down.
"Earth Cauldron!"
Zhang Ruochen summoned the earth cauldron and moved his finger.
The earth tripod flew out, and a prehistoric world appeared on the tripod, chasing the ancestor of Chongming.
With Patriarch Chongming’s spiritual power, it would not be easy to completely eliminate and kill him.
It can only be suppressed into the earth cauldron first.
Ancestor Chongming knew very well that once he was taken into the Earth Cauldron, he would have no way out. With a crazy and ferocious look on his face, he hit the sacred sycamore tree.
"Wow!"
The body of Patriarch Chongming actually merged into the tree trunk and disappeared.
Zhang Ruochen let out a light sigh, fearing that something might change, so he had no choice but to chase after the sacred sycamore tree.
The space inside the sacred tree is vast.
The inner space of a leaf is thousands of miles long. The inner space of the tree trunk is full of wood-attribute divine energy, and the ancestors flow regularly. It is vast and mysterious, and it is like an excellent world for cultivation.
Where the ancestor of Chongming fled, the fire flickered and the heat rose sharply.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Ancestor, I have told you a long time ago that you should not enter the Wind Pavilion. What is the difference between you and a trapped beast now? Outside the Wind Pavilion, there is a vast world. You can escape freely. How can you be as hasty as you are now?
At a loss?”
"Zhang Ruochen, don't be complacent, we still don't know who will live and who will die?"
Patriarch Chongming stopped beside a blazing and bright fire cloud, not daring to move forward, and said: "Do you know where Yao Zuling and the Wutong Sacred Tree came to this era?"
Zhang Ruochen observed the flames and felt an extremely dangerous aura, and said, "Is this the flame left by the Demon Ancestor?"
"This is the ancestral flame and the spiritual wisdom of the Wutong Sacred Tree."
Ancestor Chongming said: "The Demon Ancestor Ridge and the Wutong Sacred Tree were sent to this era by the Demon Ancestor, and they also sent the power that belongs to the Demon Ancestor. This ancestral flame is enough to make you turn into ashes!"
The ancestor of Chongming released the remnant soul of the demon ancestor one by one, communicated with Zu Yan, and wanted to awaken the wisdom of the Wutong Sacred Tree.
"Wow!"
Shen Yuan's Divine Sword dragged out a long stream of light and headed straight towards Patriarch Chongming.
The cloud of ancestral flames dispersed and condensed into the light and shadow of the sacred sycamore tree, actually blocking the Shen Yuan Divine Sword.
After seeing this scene, Patriarch Chongming finally gained some confidence. The worries in his heart dissipated and he said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, your power is vulnerable in front of the Demon Ancestor. Next, I will let you see how powerful Zu Yan is...
"
The ancestor of the Chongming Dynasty raised his magic staff high and used the remnant soul of the demon ancestor to activate the ancestral flames. Wisps of flames were dazzling and flew around his body.
"This is...the Flame of Fortune..."
Zhang Ruochen felt the power of destiny contained in the ancestral flames. It seemed that the Heavenly Cauldron was really made through the sacrifice of the Demon Ancestor. The Demon Ancestor's attainments in the path of destiny were definitely not low.
"Yes, the Ancestral Flame and the Indus Sacred Tree are the blessings left by the Demon Ancestor to his descendants."
More and more ancestral flames gathered above the head of the ancestor of the Chongming Dynasty, and the brightness of the light was thousands or ten thousand times greater than that of ordinary stars.
It is conceivable that if these ancestral flames are released, what a terrible scene of destruction will be caused.
Zhang Ruochen released the blood wings of his ancestors, protected his body with the earth cauldron, and prepared to retreat.
The main purpose of coming to the Kingdom of Hades this time is to save people. Since the goal has been achieved, there is no need to take risks!
"Ah... Zu Yan... Demon Ancestor... Why... ah..."
Ancestor Chongming in the distance suddenly screamed, and his body was instantly burned to ashes by the ancestral flames.
His mental thoughts turned into long rivers, escaping in all directions.
Physical destruction is nothing.
As long as his mental power remains intact, he can easily reshape his physical body.
However, after being exposed to the ancestral flame, even the spiritual power could not escape. Soon, all the spiritual power of the Chongming ancestor was rapidly weakened by the ancestral flame.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the whole world fell silent.
There is no trace of the spiritual power of Patriarch Chongming anymore, it is as if he has never existed in this world.
Zhang Ruochen breathed in the cold air and his scalp felt numb.
This is too terrifying. A ninety-third-level being was burned to death, unable to escape.
This is just a ball of ancestral flames left by the Demon Ancestor. How powerful was the Demon Ancestor when he was alive?
Zu Yan did not continue to attack, returned to the fire cloud, and returned to calm.
"Blessings, misfortune! This ancestral flame is not only the fire of blessings, but it is also the fire of disaster. Ancestor Chongming devoured the remnant soul of the demon ancestor, thinking that he could control the ancestral flame, but he paid the price in the end."
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and smiled bitterly, without any joy.
Patriarch Chongming was once the master of the entire southern universe, the lord of all demons, and was worshiped by monks from all the demon worlds. He was so majestic. However, his body and soul disappeared in just an instant.
In the face of the power of the ancestors, perhaps he is also so insignificant.
Flying out of the inner space of the Wutong Sacred Tree, Zhang Ruochen was thinking about how to collect the Sacred Tree when he heard Xue Tu's exclamation: "This is not Gong Nanfeng..."
Zhang Ruochen glanced over and saw the humanoid relief on the wall. The figure and appearance were indeed the same as Gong Nanfeng's.
Could it be that the ancestor of Ming Dynasty in ancient times actually looked like Gong Nanfeng?
Thinking of the life bone in his mind, Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly.
The bones are completely different.
This is very strange!
Could this relief be left by Gong Nanfeng in this era?
This possibility is not impossible.
Zhang Ruochen did not continue to think about this problem, and immediately mobilized his divine energy and released it one by one, unsealing the gods present in the Temple of Destiny.
"Thank you Di Chen for saving your life. May I ask if Patriarch Chongming has been suppressed?"
The seven adults bowed to Zhang Ruochen, their faces as cold as ice.
"There is no more Chongming Patriarch in the world! Maybe there is still a remnant soul. You can use the power of death to kill it across space." Zhang Ruochen said.
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The college entrance examination is coming soon, and I wish all the book friends in the senior year of high school to achieve their ideal results.