"Zhang Ruochen, don't be so presumptuous. With the formations in the Hundred Clans Royal City, it will be easy for me to kill you."
The rain master's staff hit the ground hard, and his spiritual power surged out like a tide. Suddenly, the number of formation inscriptions on the light screen blocking the six divine swords doubled.
The six divine swords were blasted away.
A beam of light from the divine formation flew out, causing the space to vibrate violently, shattering Zhang Ruochen's body into powder.
The long street was penetrated, forming a ravine dozens of miles long, which was shocking.
The royal city of hundreds of tribes has been able to stand on the edge of the hell realm for so many years without being destroyed. The formations in the city are naturally of great importance. Even if a great god goes there, he will have to suffer hatred.
This is the fundamental reason why Rain Master is so confident!
"It's just a thought from the soul, Zhang Ruochen, do you dare to come out and see your true form?" The rain master's eyes flashed with divine light, and he looked around.
"Why don't you dare?"
Zhang Ruochen's voice came from above.
Rain Master looked up and saw Zhang Ruochen's free and easy figure walking out of the space, holding the Anti-God Monument, and bombarding the formation light curtain below.
On the Anti-God Monument, the divine inscriptions flashed one after another, and a strange divine light enveloped Zhang Ruochen's body.
Master Yu knew a lot about the God-Reverse Monument and snorted coldly: "Do you think the God-Reverse Monument can be omnipotent? When the formation is so powerful that not even the God King or the God Lord can break it, how can you just rely on a monument?
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"All the array towers operate together to kill Zhang Ruochen."
Each of the thirty-six small formation towers has a god sitting in charge.
They come from the thirty-six tribes that have surrendered to the Dark Temple. They are either false gods or true gods. Their divine energy is released from their bodies and they become one with the formation tower.
The light erupted from the thirty-six formation towers surged, causing the entire royal city of hundreds of tribes to shake.
Just when Master Yu was confident that Zhang Ruochen would be killed by the power of the divine formation, four of the formation towers dimmed, causing a flaw in the divine formation that was powerful enough to kill the great god.
The Anti-God Monument bombarded the flaw in the formation, and a bright light curtain sunk downwards.
The formation inscriptions quickly dimmed and disappeared into nothingness.
"Boom!"
Half of the God-defying Monument hit the spot where the Rain Master was standing just now, creating a large crater full of cracks in the square outside the Guanyun Formation Tower.
The Rain Master, who retreated to the gate of the Guanyun Formation Tower, looked at the four formation towers that had dimmed just now with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"Don't look any further! Do you think that the Dark Temple is already the lord of the royal city of hundreds of tribes? Do you really think that I, the Yaksha tribe, are slaves to be slaughtered by you?"
The Jade Spirit God's body is as majestic and majestic as the sea, and like a delicate body carved from divine jade, it descends from the sky.
The gods in the four formation towers saluted her one after another.
Naturally, Yuling Shen and the Yaksha clan leader entered the city in advance for their own purpose.
How is it possible to attack the Guanyun Formation Tower without making arrangements in advance?
Master Yu said: "Jade Spirit God, it seems that you are really tired of living, how dare you go against the Dark Temple?"
"The Dark Temple deceives people too much. Not only does it extend its hand to the royal city of hundreds of tribes, it also wants to make me, the Yaksha tribe, slaves forever. Today, the Yaksha tribe must fight. I will never be afraid of you, the Dark Temple. Even if you die, you will still stand.
die."
The divine voice of the Jade Spirit God spread throughout the royal city of hundreds of tribes: "Where are the monks of the Yaksha tribe? Can they have the bloody courage to fight with this god? Kill foreign enemies and do not become slaves."
"The Yaksha monks are always here!"
"Kill foreign enemies, don't be slaves."
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The monks of the Yaksha Clan are spread throughout the Hundred Clan Royal City. How can the Dark Temple kill them all?
In recent days, the Yaksha tribe has been bullied too hard, and they have long been ready to resist. But without a leader to take the lead, they are like a piece of loose sand.
The arrival of Jade Spirit God in person was equivalent to tying a battle flag for them.
A young saint from the Yaksha tribe crawled out from the ground of a manor, covered in mud, and looked in the direction where the divine light of the Jade Spirit God was emanating, trembling with excitement.
He picked up his spear, pushed out the door, and roared: "The Yaksha tribe has an unbroken spine and undying blood. Fight!"
The gate of the Yaksha tribe's holy land "Yeyuhai" in the royal city of hundreds of tribes opened, and sergeants wearing holy armor poured out from inside like a tide, rushing towards the direction of the divine light.
"The Yaksha clan is the king of the Hundred Clans Royal City. This is the foundation laid by our ancestors and no force will be allowed to get involved."
"The Dark Temple has insulted our clan too much. I will fight even if I die today."
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There were Yaksha monks rushing out of the entire city, some rushing towards the Guanyun Formation Tower, and some fighting directly with the monks from the Dark Temple in the city.
What's more, he rushed into the Dark Temple army and blew up the Holy Source.
This is the influence of the gods. With just one word, she can make the monks of her clan join her in the battle without any regrets even if she dies.
Rain Master looked at the thick smoke rising from the city and the sound of killings from all directions. He remained calm and said with a smile: "God Yuling, the leader of the Yaksha Clan is now the Lord of the Night Sky. You are just a sinner of the Yaksha Clan."
A tyrannical divine power emitted from the Guanyun Formation Tower, and densely packed regular divine patterns hit Yulingshen and Zhang Ruochen like a tide.
The Lord of the Night Sky walked out of the Guanyun Array Tower. He was tall and tall, with a triangular head and green flames coming out of his head. He reprimanded in a deep voice: "Jade Spirit God, you have made a big mistake before and caused a big disaster. Now, do you want the Yasha clan to be exterminated?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "That's wrong! As far as I know, the legend about the Sword Realm was promoted by the Dark Temple. Its purpose is not to find some imaginary Sword Realm at all, but to take the opportunity to insert people into the Hell Realm. The fringe area, and take this opportunity to seize the royal city of hundreds of tribes."
"It can be said that even if the Jade Spirit God does not take action, the Dark Temple will definitely have to deal with the three major clans with great influence here. You, the Lord of the Night Sky, are afraid of the Dark Temple and are willing to let others slaughter you and abandon the territory established by your ancestors, but the Jade Spirit God does not So weak."
"If you become the leader of the Yaksha Clan, the Yaksha Clan will really be hopeless!"
"Is there any place for you to talk here?"
The Lord of the Night Sky roared angrily, and punched out with a punch, and the sky was full of divine patterns pressing towards Zhang Ruochen.
The Jade Spirit God held up a space barrier to block Zhang Ruochen's punch from Lord Ye Kong, and said: "Yekong, follow me to recapture the royal city of hundreds of clans, rescue the imprisoned and enslaved clansmen, and drive the invaders out of the city."
The Lord of the Night Sky raised his head and glanced at the black temple suspended in the distance, and said: "Don't try to go against the general trend. Times have changed. The Yaksha clan is no longer a big clan. In front of the dark temple, we are too weak. Jade Spirit God, please take action quickly. By suppressing Zhang Ruochen, you should be able to make up for your mistakes, and the palace master's broad mind will forgive you for your previous sins."
Jade Spirit God's eyes were full of disappointment, and he said: "I surrendered before I resisted, and I knelt down so quickly. If you are left in the world, you will only become a disaster for the Yasha clan."
A seal appeared in her white palm, breaking through the regular divine patterns like rivers and seas, and rushed towards the Lord of the Night Sky.
"Han Yuling, I think you have lost your mind because of Zhang Ruochen, that pretty boy. You want to lead the Yasha clan into the abyss of annihilation. Damn it, it's you."
The Lord of the Night Sky was furious, and green divine light poured out from the top of his head, turning into a sea of hot fire.
In the sea of fire, all beasts galloped, burning the heaven and earth, burning holes into the stable space here.
Jade Spirit God came prepared, held it up with both hands, and a three-foot-long temple appeared, spinning and flying slowly, getting bigger and bigger...
It is the Yaksha Ancestor Temple.
This temple contains a lot of mysteries, and in the hands of the Jade Spirit God, it is more terrifying than ordinary artifacts.
Seeing the Yaksha Ancestral Temple, Lord Yekong immediately showed a look of horror and cursed: "Bitch, are you really going to make the Yaksha clan irreversible?"
The Jade Spirit God standing outside the Yaksha Ancestral Temple, with fluttering divine clothes and beautiful jade skin, inspired an ancient formation in the Ancestral Temple. Suddenly, the phantom of the ancestor of the Yaksha clan appeared, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Boom!"
The phantom of the ancestor of the Yaksha clan knocked the Lord of the Night Sky into a chaotic time and space of light and dark.
The influence of the Yaksha Ancestral Temple has spread to most of the royal cities of hundreds of clans. The closer to the center, the more chaotic time and space becomes. The chaotic time and space is caused by the large number of divine formations and divine patterns in the Ancestral Temple.
This is the ultimate secret of the Yasha clan, one of the ten major clans in the hell world in the past. Zhang Ruochen suspects that the Yuling God in charge of the Yasha Ancestral Temple can be called the Ban Shen King.
"Pretty face?"
Zhang Ruochen touched his face. Is his face so attractive?
Seeing that the situation was not good, the Rain Master wanted to retreat to the Guanyun Formation Tower, but was intercepted by a blue beast that looked like a lion and tiger, and was thrown away after being hit.
The leader of the Yasha Tribe stood on the back of the blue divine beast, using his spiritual power to mobilize a large amount of thunder and lightning, and struck it straight at the Rain Master, forming a sea of thunder and lightning.
Appearing together with the leader of the Yaksha Clan, there is also the leader of the Fire Ghost Clan, Xuan?.
The leader of the clan stood on the White Stone Square, looking around at the thirty-six formation towers, with a ghostly aura rising to the sky, and raised his voice: "The Royal City of the Hundred Tribes is the sacred city of the Hundred Tribes. If anyone continues to associate with the Dark Temple, the three major tribes will attack it together."
The three major clans have accumulated prestige in the Hundred Clans Royal City for a long time, and their influence is much greater than that of the Dark Temple.
The gods in the array towers were all dazzled by the clan leader's divine voice, so frightened that they began to hesitate.
"This place is left to the two clan leaders! We should be more decisive when it comes to killing."
Zhang Ruochen still had great confidence in these two patriarchs who were in charge of the big clan. Holding the Anti-God Monument in his hand, he walked out of the square covered by thirty-six formation towers.
A magic sword suspended on his right side suddenly made a loud sound, turned into a bright sword light, and slashed out.
"Pfft!"
Bloody light flashed.
An undead vampire god who wanted to break in was knocked back by the divine sword and hit the city, smashing a large area of buildings on the ground.
The Divine Sword only struck a shallow blood mark on his chest, but failed to seriously injure him.
There was a strange look in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and he said: "The cultivation level is not weak, who is coming?"
"I belong to the Qingtian Tribe, Qingyuntai!"
The voice of the undead vampire great god was like thunder, and a physical sea of blood appeared above his head, and the rolling waves of the sea of blood could be heard.
The leader of the Qingtian Tribe is one of the powerful men qualified to become the leader of the Immortal Blood Clan!
Qingyuntai is the younger brother of the leader of the Qingtian tribe. He is an ancient god who has been practicing for more than 400,000 years.
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "It turns out he is a powerful sage from the Immortal Vampire Clan. I'm sorry, I accidentally hurt my senior by mistake just now."
This apology made Qingyuntai feel extremely harsh.
With what status and cultivation he had, to be injured at the hands of a junior with dirty blood just by meeting him was simply a great shame and humiliation.
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