The ancient and abandoned city is vast and majestic, and divine lights of various colors overflow from the corpses of the gods, filling the world.
The corpse of Yunqing Ancient Buddha is extremely bright and scorching with golden light.
This entire city is shrouded in Buddhist mist.
Fengchen Sword God raised his sword and came out with a murderous aura that reflected the image of the Shura battlefield. He said solemnly: "Who just said that ten Fengchens are not as good as one Zhang Ruochen? If you have the guts to stand up and compete with this god,
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In an instant, all eyes were focused on him.
Gods from all major powers are all powerful and powerful, and they once dominated the world.
Although Fengchen Sword God is quite famous, after all, he is just a new god who is only a few thousand years old. In the eyes of those veteran gods, he seems to have insufficient background.
Standing next to Wujiang was the True God Yuancang. He was a god who had lived for nearly 50,000 years. He was as huge as a hill and covered with metal spikes. He said: "Fengchen, my son, what I just said was yours."
What Grandpa Yuankura said."
Just at that moment, Fengchen Sword God had a panoramic view of the situation.
The five true gods of the Yama tribe are trapped in a dark field with a diameter of a hundred feet. The periphery of the field is filled with powerful illusory power, which is condensed from a divine rune.
The spirit that activates the talisman stands on the other side of Wujiang, with a figure like a shadow, emitting powerful fluctuations of mental power.
Except for the high-ranking god Guisi and the mid-level god Tianque Shenji present, that shadow put the greatest pressure on Fengchen Sword God.
The sixth true god of the Yama clan is Wen Chu. He was severely injured and suppressed by Luo, the third ghost master, to the point where he knelt on the ground and his chest was penetrated by iron thorns as thick as seven fingers.
The seven iron thorns were connected to a cold chain, and the other end of the chain was held in Luo's hand.
They used Wen Chu as bait to lure the five true gods of the Yama clan into the field of the "Dark Light Fantasy Talisman", trapping them all.
This talisman was specially prepared by the Dark Temple to kill the gods of the Yama clan.
Everyone present is a strong man in the divine realm. Not to mention that Fengchen Sword God has not yet recovered his combat power. Even in his peak state, trying to save people is like throwing an egg into a trap and hitting a rock with an egg.
In just an instant, Fengchen Sword God made a decision to break the Dark Light Magic Sky Talisman first and rescue the five true gods of the Yama tribe who were trapped in the talisman field.
Only by rescuing them will we be able to fight today.
"Whoosh!"
In the hands of Fengchen Sword God, the jewel-like supreme holy weapon sword flew out from its scabbard, pointing the sword at Yuancang True God, and said: "Is this God really afraid of the overwhelming number of people in your Dark Temple? You dare to insult me, we will not die today.
endlessly."
On the sword body, the light shines brightly, and powerful supreme power bursts out, impacting in all directions.
Dense sword sounds sounded, and countless sword shadows appeared, turning into dozens of chaotic sword shadows.
"What a powerful divine power."
"His swordsmanship attainments have actually reached such a high level. He has really only practiced in the divine realm for more than a thousand years? I am afraid that even those swordsman gods who have practiced in the divine realm for tens of thousands of years cannot compare with him."
All the gods present were surprised, realizing that they had underestimated this new god who had only become famous in the past thousand years.
"Wow——"
The war sword flew out first, like a stream of light.
The one attacking was not Yuancang True God, but the shadow standing on the other side of Wujiang that controlled the Dark Light Magical Talisman.
This sword strike from east to west was beyond the expectations of the gods.
Guisi knew that Fengchen Sword God was very close to the gods of Kunlun Realm, so he shouted: "Be careful! He wants to save the gods of the Yama clan, don't let him succeed."
late!
The battle sword of the supreme holy weapon level, exuding bright brilliance and carrying infinite sharpness, has arrived in front of the shadow.
The shadow has no physical body, and its body is like a wisp of silk mist. A gray arm more than two meters long condensed out of the silk mist, and reached forward to press it.
In front of the palm, circles of ripples appeared, which actually easily blocked the unparalleled sword of Fengchen Sword God.
"How can it be?"
Fengchen Sword God's eyes were stunned, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.
This god's mental power is so powerful that it is simply terrifying. No wonder he can control the talisman with his own power and trap the five true gods of the Yama clan.
The expressions of other gods, such as Gui Si, Tian Que Shen Ji, and Luo, all changed slightly.
To be able to block the supreme holy weapon sword of Fengchen Sword God with bare hands, how high is this mental strength?
Wujiang stood next to Youying, with his hands behind his back. He was calm from beginning to end and said with a smile: "The Sword God has always been a hero that Wujiang admires, why does he want to be the enemy of the Dark Temple?"
Fengchen Sword God said: "I do things as I please, can you control me?"
That shadow twisted his wrist.
"Bang!"
The battle sword at the level of the supreme holy weapon escaped from the control of Fengchen Sword God, flew out, inserted into the skin of the corpse of the ancient Yunqing Buddha next to it, and hung a hundred meters above. The golden body of the Buddhist deity could not stop it, and was
Pierce it an inch deep.
Of course, it is also because the golden body has been severely corroded by the dark power.
Fengchen Sword God took three steps back, his eyes extremely serious.
Today's situation was more dangerous than he expected.
If you are not careful and you are surrounded, it may be difficult to escape.
He stared back and found that Guisi had blocked his retreat. Blocking the ear holes of Yunqing Ancient Buddha, trillions of regular divine patterns spread out from under his feet.
Wen Chu was suppressed by Luo and fell to the ground. Divine blood flowed out from the wound, and his eyes became darker.
The Dark Temple has long had the heart to destroy the Yan family of the Dark Abyss, and must be fully prepared. Today is their disaster, and they cannot avoid it. It is a pity that he has sealed the Sacred Heart, suppressed the soul, and even self-destructed the divine source.
It's so helpless and humiliating that I can't do it.
There is nothing more humiliating than suppressing a true god to the point of kneeling in front of everyone.
I have boundless hatred in my heart, but I can't express it.
Guisi said coldly: "I'm afraid everyone doesn't know that the Fengchen Sword God and the Prajna Goddess of the Destiny Temple are both related to Kunlun..."
Suddenly, the cold air spread thickly.
On the ground, there was a chirping sound and thick ice formed.
The surrounding scene changed drastically, turning into a vast world of ice and snow on one side, with icebergs standing one after another. In the sky, a majestic divine figure emerged, erupting with the power of a god.
"It's the Ice Emperor's Great Thousand Ice Soul World, and Prince Xia must be hiding nearby." Guisi said.
Who is not afraid of the title of Ice King?
Under Xiao Hei's control, the Ice Emperor's divine shadow suspended in the sky pressed a large handprint a thousand feet long and suppressed it directly towards the shadow that controlled the Dark Light Phantom Talisman.
Mahamudra is a condensed form of divine patterns and contains infinite divine power.
Wujiang was extremely decisive and said: "Let's take action together!"
Among all the gods in the Dark Temple and Hades Temple, Wujiang's cultivation and combat power are not the highest, but his status and status are unmatched.
The four true gods from the Dark Temple and the third-level pseudo-god General Qing from the Hades Temple took action together, each firing a combat weapon, forming five bright beams of divine energy and striking at the Ice King's large hand seal.
The other false gods stood on all sides, forming a combined attack formation to guard against possible enemies in the dark.
In the white cold air, Prajna's slender and graceful voice flew out.
"Crash!"
The River Styx, which contains the powerful power of death, flew out in the next step, flying out a false god guarding the periphery. The false god fell into the River Styx, and the god's body quickly decayed, turning into pus and blood, and his mouth was filled with misery.
The screams continued.
Prajna mobilized the power of the secret of destiny, and suddenly, the rules of destiny in the world all rushed towards the stick of destiny in her hand.
The staff struck out, slashing diagonally towards the shadow who was controlling the talisman.
With a slight wave of the shadow's arm, the Destiny Staff and Prajna flew away, as easily as sweeping away a fallen leaf.
The shadow was about to launch a mental attack to severely damage Prajna and make her lose her fighting power. However, the gods of the Yama tribe in the talisman field were obviously aware of the changes in the outside world and attacked frantically in the field.
The dark-light magical talisman suspended above the field actually started to shake.
It should be noted that among the true gods of the Yama clan, there is a powerful man in the upper god realm, a veteran god who has been practicing for nearly a hundred thousand years. As a last resort, Shadow had to go all out to control the talisman.
Prajna wanted to take the opportunity to take action again, but was intercepted by Guisi.
Facing this superior god, both Prajna and Chi Yao can only protect themselves, so how can they save others?
"Fengchen, you finally showed up. Where can you escape today?"
The Sky Magpie Goddess was filled with anger, and she grabbed her right hand out of the air. The air exploded, and her divine energy condensed into countless thunder and lightning, attacking Fengchen Sword God.
The divine war is about to break out, and the world is turned upside down in an instant.
This city area is enveloped by a thousand worlds of ice and soul, and it is still being shaken by the impact of divine power.
Luo, the third ghost master, glanced at Wen Chu who was kneeling on the ground and said: "You have lost your value. Now, I will send you on your way."
"Pfft!"
The five fingers of Luo's right hand inserted into Wen Chu's head and extracted the soul from his body.
For the ghost tribe, the fastest way to improve their realm is to devour the souls of other ghost tribes or other monks.
Wen Chu couldn't bear the stinging pain in his soul, he looked up to the sky and screamed, all his orifices were bleeding.
But, the next moment, Luo also screamed.
"Ah! Soul-eating curse..."
Luo's five fingers were pulled out from Wen Chu's skull, he held his head with both hands, and retreated quickly. The ghostly energy leaked out of his body, forming the shadows of thousands of innocent souls.
The one who cast the soul-eating curse was naturally Zhang Ruochen.
Luo had just reached the realm of true gods and had not cultivated beyond the world of gods. Furthermore, in the holy realm, he was neither a Yuanhui-level representative nor a quasi-Yuanhui-level representative. His background was much worse than that of Prajna and Gu Shejing.
A low-level god like him is still a new god. With Zhang Ruochen's seventy-first-level mental strength and the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead, he can naturally curse him.
Zhang Ruochen held the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead and flew out quickly, landed next to Wen Chu, and called out: "Uncle Wen, I am Ruochen."
Wen Chu was very weak, but when he saw Zhang Ruochen's figure, a deep and moved look appeared in his eyes, and he nodded lightly.
"Bang!"
Zhang Ruochen struck Wen Chu on the chest with his palm, knocking out the seven iron thorns and chains that had penetrated his body and falling to the ground, just as he was about to take him away.
Not far away, Luo slowed down.
He held up the Dao Domain and barely resisted part of the power of the Soul-Eating Curse.
"Zhang Ruochen, you finally showed up!"
Luo forcibly pulled back the thousands of innocent souls that had flown out of his body. His palms were blazing with divine light and filled with yin energy, and he made a magical-level palm print. In the midst of lightning and flint, the palm print was in front of Zhang Ruochen.
"Zheng!"
The Pure Sword flew out and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.
The more than 60 trillion holy rules and divine patterns of the holy way in the body were all released. Zhang Ruochen stabbed out with a sword, blending into the holy meaning of the word "一" of swordsmanship, and hit Luo's palm accurately.
"Bang!"
Zhang Ruochen held a sword in one hand and held Wen Chu in the other, but was blown away by Luo's divine power.
However, Luo also took two steps back and crushed a large piece of ice.
A look of shock appeared in Luo's eyes, because he saw that Zhang Ruochen had not yet become a god in martial arts, and was still at the level of a great sage. But why was he able to cultivate more than 600,000 rules?
"Wow——"
Zhang Ruochen raised the Chizi Sword above his head, absorbing the secrets of swordsmanship in his body, and the rules of swordsmanship in the ancient and ruined city... To be precise, they should be the divine marks of swordsmanship left behind by the gods after their death, and they were continuously absorbed and gathered towards him.
Zhang Ruochen's momentum is getting stronger and stronger, and he is unparalleled in his sharpness.
The blood-red brilliance emitted by the Chizi Sword reflected the sky and the glaciers on the ground in red.
"cut!"
Zhang Ruochen swung his sword and slashed towards Luo.