"Elder Yan is joking! If they dare to go to Wuding Mountain, they are deliberately provocative. For the majesty of the divine religion, how can I, the leader, spare them?"
Shi Qianjue understood that the Fire Tribe was using the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult to deal with the old Shengming tribe. However, in the Demon Cult's main altar, it was definitely impossible for the Fire Tribe to deal with the old Shengming tribe. The Demon Cult had to take action in person.
The Holy Ancestor of the Fire Tribe cupped his hands, and then retreated.
Shi Qianjue said: "Zhang Ruochen, are you really not going to retreat?"
"No retreat."
Facing a great sage, Zhang Ruochen was also very decisive.
"Forget it, today the leader of Japan will take good care of you on behalf of Emperor Ming." Shi Qianjue said.
At this moment, Drunken Maniac and Gu Songzi turned into two figures and rushed forward, arriving near the second level of the mountain protection formation.
The drunk lunatic did not look slovenly at all, but was extremely fierce and cursed angrily: "Shi Qianjue, as the leader of the divine sect, you should protect the integrity of every disciple in the sect, but in order to make friends with the Fire Tribe and the Wutong Divine Tree, you
You actually forced a saint in the sect to marry an outsider. When did our Moon Worship Cult start, and we actually need to sacrifice saints in the sect to stabilize our status and expand our power? Master, all of my great reputation has been ruined by you.
On hand."
The drunkard's voice was very loud and reached the ears of all the demon cult monks.
Some of the Demon Cult monks also had the same feelings as the alcoholic lunatic. They were extremely angry, but they didn't dare to speak out.
Of course, there are other demon cult monks who feel that the alcoholic lunatic is daring.
"Where did this old madman come from? He dared to insult the leader. He really has a miserable life!"
"You don't even know about him? He is a famous figure in the divine sect, and he is Feng Zuisheng, the disciple of the leader. He is many generations higher than you, how dare you call him an old lunatic?"
…
After hearing the curses from the alcoholic madman, there were faint signs of division within the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect.
An extremely old demon sect elder said: "When the leader of the previous generation was alive, the saints of the divine cult had a very high status and were the true saints. After Shi Qianjue became the leader, the saints of the divine cult became completely
It is his tool to win people's hearts and exaggerate his power. What is the difference between him and the prostitutes in a brothel? I can't stand this phenomenon for a long time. Since Uncle Feng is a ****, I invite Uncle Feng to bring justice to everyone.
"
"Nie Beiyi, you dare to question the leader, are you trying to rebel?"
The master of Dark Night Palace, Ye Xiaoxiang, walked out of the void.
Her figure flashed, and she slashed out with a sword, flying off the head of the demon sect elder who had just spoken, leaving blood on the ground.
Seeing this scene, the anger in the drunk maniac's eyes became even more intense.
"Ha ha ha ha."
A hearty laughter resounded throughout the world.
On the horizon, there is a heroic figure coming across the water.
Tongluyuan was originally a vast wilderness, but at the feet of the young figure, there were blue waves thousands of miles away, as if there was a sea following him.
It was a monk in green clothes, standing on the top of the water waves, with his hands behind his back, saying: "You're right, the saints of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect may sound glorious, but in fact they are the most pitiful group of women in the world."
Ye Xiaoxiang stood under Shi Qianjue's figure, stared at the scholar in green standing above the water waves, and said coldly: "Luo Xu, you dare to come to Wuding Mountain, what benefits did Zhang Ruochen promise you, you
Are you actually willing to die?"
Zhang Ruochen was also a little surprised, he didn't expect Luo Xu to come.
Under Luo Xu's feet, he stepped on a wave of water with a radius of thousands of miles, like a big lake. The water was not an illusion, but condensed by the rules of his holy way.
It can be seen from this that Luo Xu's cultivation has probably reached the realm of a holy king.
Luo Xu's eyes were a little blurry, and he said: "Benefits? There is no benefit in the world that can please Luo Xu. It's just that two hundred years ago, I left the biggest regret in my life here. Today, two hundred years later, I don't want,
The same tragedy happened again. Zhang Ruochen, you won’t blame me for coming uninvited, right?"
"Senior Luo Xu came to help. I am very grateful to you." Zhang Ruochen said.
Gu Songzi said: "Shi Qianjue, although you have broken through to the realm of the Great Sage, none of us can be your opponent one on one. However, with so many strong men here, we are urging the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron together, you can't stop it.
?"
The drunkard said: "Once the second layer of the mountain-protecting formation is breached, at least half of the disciples of the God's Cult will lose their protection. When a holy-level war breaks out, how many disciples of the God's Cult will be crushed and killed?"
The figure of Shi Qianjue let out a long laugh, "Until you reach the realm of the Great Sage, you will never know how mysterious that realm is. Even if I, the leader, step out of the mountain-protecting formation, what can you do to me?"
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth trembled violently, and immediately, a tall figure wearing mysterious clothes flew out of the mountain-protecting formation and stood at the same height as the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron.
Shi Qianjue looked to be in his fifties, and his robes were like black iron cloth. Above his head were layers of demonic clouds, as if a peerless demon king had emerged.
"Sir, the leader of the religion, you are invincible in the world and respected by all the five regions."
"Sir, the leader of the religion, you are invincible in the world and respected by all the five regions."
…
All the demon cult monks bowed respectfully to Shi Qianjue, and even some of the guests who came to the banquet also knelt on the ground.
That is the spiritual suppression of the saint by the great sage.
Just like a commoner, when he sees the emperor, he will instinctively kneel down and worship.
"not good."
Seeing Shi Qianjue appearing near the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron, the faces of all the saints from Shengming's old tribe changed.
Under the leadership of Zhang Ruochen, they went all out to pump the holy energy into the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron.
"Wow——"
From the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron, golden ancient inscriptions flew out one by one.
However, Shi Qianjue took action first. He stretched out his arm, and a magic hand condensed from the rules of the holy way struck the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron, sending it flying away.
I saw that the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron was out of control, flew to the horizon, turned into a small black dot, and finally disappeared completely.
"Great! Without the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron, what else can those group of saintly rebels do to compete with a great saint?"
Qiu Yu and the monks from the Fire Tribe all smiled.
Shi Qianjue was definitely a decisive and unparalleled hero. After flying the Yuanlu Cauldron, he mobilized his holy energy again and condensed a black magic ball between his hands.
The light of the magic ball is extremely deep, like a black hole, swallowing up all the energy between heaven and earth.
"Zhang Ruochen, this leader has given you the opportunity before. Since you don't cherish it, then you and Shengming's remaining ministers will all die here."
Shi Qianjue's hands pressed down.
The black magic ball was falling downwards.
In an instant, the wilderness under Wuding Mountain was sealed by ice and turned into a desert.
Douzhan Tianwang had already reached the peak of the Holy King, but at this moment, he took a breath of cold air and said, "The Great Sage's casual attack is ten times better than mine."
A saint said: "I finally saw the Great Sage take action with my own eyes. Is this really the power that a person can exert? The legendary gods may not be so powerful, right? Even standing on the Holy Wood Peak, I feel
I couldn’t move my whole body.”
Mu Lingxi was extremely worried. She bit her lips tightly and could feel a fishy-sweet taste.
Ling Feiyu stood upright, pinched his fingers tightly, and said: "Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen, you should have a trump card, right?"
Qiu Yu nodded, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger: "As expected of the Great Sage, this attack should be able to kill more than half of the sage rebels!"
On the Holy Wood Peak, the expressions of the monks varied. Some were worried, some were proud, some were worried, and some showed gloating smiles.
At this moment, a gap opened in the earth, and a divine hand stretched out from the ground.
The palm of the god's hand was hundreds of feet long, like a five-finger-shaped cloud, colliding with the magic ball falling from the sky. Suddenly, circles of energy ripples rushed in all directions, hitting the second layer of the mountain guard formation.
Trembling slightly.
The Great Sage's attack was actually blocked.
In Wuding Mountain, all the monks were stunned, and time seemed to have stopped.
"boom."
"Boom."
…
Immediately, the God War Corpse walked out of the cracks in the earth, its huge body stood on the vast wilderness, and roared angrily in the direction of Shi Qianjue.
The ancestor of Death Zen was sitting cross-legged on the head of the God War Corpse, his whole body exuding bright Buddha light.
"It turned out to be the ancestor of Death Zen. How could he be the ancestor of Death Zen?"
"Why would Death Chan Patriarch help Zhang Ruochen? As Death Chan Patriarch, even if Zhang Ruochen gives him great benefits, I'm afraid he won't be able to persuade him."
The appearance of Death Zen Patriarch was beyond the expectations of all the monks.
Shi Qianjue was obviously a little surprised, and said: "Death Zen, you are actually an enemy of the Moon Worshiping Sect. Isn't this a wise thing?"
"Amitabha! The poor monk owes a favor to Donor Zhang. Today, of course, I will do my best to help him." Death Zen Patriarch said.
On the Holy Wood Peak, Qiu Yu's eyes shrank slightly, as if he had thought through something, and said: "So it turns out that Zhang Ruochen is the murderer behind the scenes. He killed millions of members of the Fire Tribe. Damn it, it's really
Damn it."
"The Death Zen Patriarch has no deep grudge against our Fire Tribe. It is impossible to offend us. It must be Zhang Ruochen."
A Saint Ancestor of the Fire Clan cupped his fists, bowed and bowed to the south, and said: "Ancestor Death Chan and Zhang Ruochen are sworn enemies of the Fire Clan. Please take action, Lord Fire, to kill them."
In the southern sky, a red-gold fire cloud appeared.
In the fire cloud, a figure wearing golden armor appeared.
The power fluctuations coming from him were a bit more powerful than Shi Qianjue. The man said: "Death Chan, if you escape outside the territory, you may not be able to save your life. Why do you still stay in the Kunlun realm?"
, do you really think I can’t kill you?”
The appearance of the Fire Lord undoubtedly made this battle, which was originally suspenseful, a bit boring.
The appearance of the two great sages gave them an overwhelming advantage. How could they fight?
Of course, even if the entire army of Shengming's old army was wiped out today, it would still be recorded in the annals of history. Being able to attract the two great sages to take action is already an incredible skill.
"Huh!"
Suddenly, Huo Zun and Shi Qianjue both noticed something and turned their eyes at the same time, looking towards the northern sky.
…
(Sweat! I’ve slept too late these past few days and I’ve had a terrible headache. I really can’t bear it. I plan to go to bed early tonight. As for the update of the chapter in the early morning, it will be postponed to noon tomorrow.)