The Black Sea World is a large world with 90% of its territory covered by the ocean. It is like a black ocean suspended in the universe, with a diameter of more than 30 million miles.
There are more than hundreds of millions of creatures in the sea, and it is rich in resources and has produced many rare minerals and rare holy medicines.
It is said to be a world, but it is more like a treasure sea in this star field.
On the largest continent in the Black Sea Realm, there are seven temples. This is the hub of the world-protecting formation and was originally guarded by the seven gods of the dead.
But at this moment, these seven gods all had their legs broken and were kneeling outside the temple.
They were unable to get up. There were powerful divine patterns of rules pressing down on them like a curtain of rain, making them unable to move.
Further away, a large area of holy realm monks of the dead tribe were kneeling, densely packed and countless, but very quiet. Because those who were not quiet had their holy souls swallowed by the God of Xiu Chen and turned into abandoned corpses.
Zhang Ruochen stood in one of the temples, releasing his mental power and thoughts, manifesting tens of thousands of thought clones, and analyzing the inscriptions in the temple.
After the analysis is completed, all mental thoughts will return.
"It's a bit interesting. It's indeed a formation arranged by the deity. It's a different approach to draw the formation inscriptions with the soul without using mental power." Zhang Ruochen said.
Cang Jue stood aside and said with a contemptuous smile: "So what about the formations arranged by the gods? A formation master like Shaojun can analyze them in an instant. The formations set up by the souls are not as good as the spiritual power after all!"
Zhang Ruochen didn't show any humility and asked, "How is your recovery from your injury going?"
Cang Jue's ghost body had been shattered, and the injuries were serious. Although it was not visible on the surface, the strength of his aura had dropped a lot.
Cang Jue said: "With the help of the sundial, the old servant has refined a large amount of Zhao Wu's soul and divine source, and most of his soul has been restored. In a few more days, it will be completely refined, and the injury will be cured, and his cultivation should be able to reach a higher level.
building."
Under the sundial, counting days becomes years.
"We're afraid we don't have that much time!"
Zhang Ruochen stepped out of the temple with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Lord Chihun and Lord Yuantian, who were kneeling on the ground, looked at the heroic Zhang Ruochen and felt filled with emotion in their hearts.
The young man who was once only worthy of competing with their youngest son is now a towering giant in the universe, and a single word can determine their life or death.
They watched Zhang Ruochen grow up step by step, becoming a world leader and the overlord of a party.
"Lord Jie Zun!"
A burly figure with broad shoulders and a broad body rushed over, knelt on one knee in front of Zhang Ruochen, and said with a sincere attitude: "Master Jie Zun, do you still remember me?"
Zhang Ruochen looked at the God Xiu Chen, then looked at the person kneeling on the ground and said, "Emperor Dasen Luo, where have you been these years?"
"I dare not claim to be emperor in front of the Realm Master."
Emperor Dasen Luo looked a little embarrassed and said: "In these years, the villain has returned to the Temple of Death to practice."
"It seems that the memory has been restored!" Zhang Ruochen said.
Osen Luo Huang said: "But my respect for Master Jie Zun is even deeper!"
"Tell me, why did you come to see me?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Emperor Omori glanced at Red Soul Lord, one of the seven gods kneeling under the temple, and said, "I want to continue working with the World Lord, even if I am a slave."
"Don't you beg me to let your father go?" Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.
Emperor Luo of Dasen shook his head and said: "I know my own weight and don't dare to ask for such extravagant things. Jie Zun is the top hero since the ten Yuanhui. It is an honor for me to be a slave by Jie Zun's side."
to."
Emperor Luo of Dasen was once arrogant and looked down upon the world's talents, but now that his cultivation level is so far behind that of Zhang Ruochen, how could he dare to be even remotely arrogant?
The reason why he wanted to follow Zhang Ruochen was simply to preserve the power under the Red Soul Lord. Otherwise, he would have to save some of his clan members.
Otherwise, the Red Soul Monarch lineage will be completely finished!
Zhang Ruochen thought for a while, shook his head and said: "No, with your current cultivation level, even if you are a slave, you are not qualified enough. You can go and persuade your father, he is qualified! Where is the superior god Dzogchen?
, they still have some uses.”
A look of sadness appeared on Emperor Dasen Luo's face, knowing that he had missed the opportunity after all. If Zhang Ruochen had surrendered when he was still in the realm of a great sage, at least he could have saved many of his clan members today.
He looked at Lord Red Soul, not sure whether God Father would put down his dignity and become a slave of the younger generation.
As a prestigious dead king, he controls a divine kingdom. If you want him to be a slave, it is better to kill him directly.
The Red Soul Lord closed his eyes tightly and did not compromise for the time being.
On the side, Lord Yuantian's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said: "Ruochen Jie Zun, I am willing to surrender. From now on, I will swear to serve Jie Zun and Xing Huantian to the death."
"Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and Lord Yuantian is the hero among you."
Zhang Ruochen walked over quickly and helped Lord Yuantian up.
The broken legs were restored in the divine light.
Lord Yuantian has always been good at judging situations. When Zhang Ruochen killed one of his sons, he told his children not to take revenge. At that time, Zhang Ruochen was just a great sage. He had already seen how extraordinary Zhang Ruochen was.
Don't dare to make a deadly feud.
Lord Yuantian released half of his soul and took the initiative to hand it over to Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Jie Zun, I have a daughter who has entered the divine realm and has cultivated the top third-grade divine way. She has endless potential in the future. If Jie Zun can give her some guidance,
two……"
Zhang Ruochen accepted his spirit and said: "Let's not talk about this for now. From now on, just work with Cang Jue!"
Yuan Shu, the daughter of Lord Yuantian, is indeed a first-class proud daughter of heaven. Among all the women born in this Yuanhui, she is definitely ranked at the top. But she has become a trump card in the hands of Lord Yuantian.
Please your own patrons.
The gods of the dead who were still kneeling on the ground all showed contempt.
"Lord Kong Can and the gods of the hell realm will surely arrive soon. Lord Yuantian, what you do will not only bring shame to the dead people, but will also cost you your own life." Great God Taiyi Changmei said coldly.
Lord Yuantian did not feel ashamed at all and said: "You fools, you can't see the situation at all. Ruochen Realm Lord is a proud son of heaven with great luck. In the future, let alone the heavens, even the Lord of Heaven will have a chance.
Following the Ming Lord and reforming one's past is the true path!"
"You are just afraid of death!"
"Pooh!"
"Why did the dead breed such a coward? Kill him. If you want to kill him, kill me first."
…
God Xiu Chen looked delighted and asked Zhang Ruochen, "How about killing them all?"
The six gods kneeling on the ground still had their backs straight, but they were momentarily quiet.
Because they knew that God Xiu Chen really wanted to kill them and then devour their souls.
Zhang Ruochen deliberately showed a thoughtful and hesitant look, which made all the dead gods nervous, and there seemed to be strong murderous intent in the air.
God Xiu Chen said again: "To kill them, it is best to kill all the holy monks under their banner. We must eradicate the roots. This god can do it!"
The dead gods all cursed in their hearts, feeling that Xiu Chen was too cruel and ruthless. If Xiu Chen hadn't been born with such a long life, she would have scolded her ancestors for thousands of generations.
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Ruochen looked up and sensed powerful fluctuations of divine power.
The extremely nervous dead gods looked at each other with joy on their faces.
The strong man from hell is coming!
Moreover, the divine power fluctuated one after another, some of which were extremely powerful, obviously the Great God Taixu. They wanted to laugh heartily, feeling that Zhang Ruochen's doom was coming, and at the same time they were glad that they had withstood the pressure just now.
But they didn't dare to laugh, and they couldn't laugh. After all, the majestic gods were kneeling neatly, and their prestige was in disrepair.
"Zhang Ruochen, release all the dead gods and holy monks immediately, otherwise I will kill the emperor now." A deafening divine voice fell from the nine heavens, causing waves in the large area of the ocean to rise hundreds of feet.
"Young Master, the hell world seems to look down on you. There are no powerful people here, so my old servant is going to deal with them. Do you want to be cautious in your actions?" Cang Jue asked in a thoughtful tone.
"What sense of restraint should there be? The various clans in the Hundred Clans Royal City were slaughtered like this, and the envoys sent by Zhang Ruochen were suppressed by them. This is unbearable. Cang Jue, don't go. This matter should be handled by this god, the Shura clan.
If you go out to kill monks, if you don't kill them to make them frightened, how can you establish your authority?" Xiuchen God looked solemn, and his body was filled with murderous aura.