Pick up the fleet and enter the secret realm of the universe where the Black Temple is located.
On the ship, the magic lamps that had been prepared long ago lit up one after another, illuminating the darkness.
The Dark Temple is majestic, not inferior to the Temple of Truth and the Temple of Destiny. It is the size of a planet and can accommodate a billion monks without appearing crowded. Even gods who have manifested giant divine bodies are like dust in front of it.
In the dark void, there are thick copper pillars that are as thick as mountain peaks. At the top of the copper pillars, divine flames are burning, and the fire is red, reflecting the towering dark temple in strange colors.
When the wedding fleet stopped, Zhang Ruochen took the lead and walked down to a square thousands of miles long and wide below the Dark Temple.
Xue Tu and Xiao Hei followed closely behind him, their bodies showing off their divine power and their gazes scanning all directions.
Behind them are one hundred and eight divine generals.
Xiao Hei discovered that there were densely packed holy realm monks, ghost tribes, bone tribes, stone tribes, dead tribes... all races standing in the square.
Some were wearing armor, iron-blooded and solemn.
Some were wearing red clothes with colorful sleeves, looking festive and beautiful.
Some were wearing chains and their hair was disheveled.
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"What the hell is going on in the Dark Temple? Two super gods are getting married. What are they doing with so many holy monks? Are you deliberately humiliating Zhang Ruochen?" Xiao Hei snorted coldly.
Xuetu said quickly: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, it will only make you laugh. These are the slaves and retainers of the Wuyue Hall Master. I just used my spiritual power to investigate and was shocked. How many do you have? How many do you have?"
There are tens of millions of them."
"Ten million holy monks as dowry slaves and retainers?"
Xiao Hei's scalp was numb. He had just checked that the monks in the square were all above the realm of saints, and there were quite a few saint kings and great saints.
Xuetu chuckled: "I have participated in many wedding ceremonies of gods. I have never seen a dowry of this scale in my life. Look above!"
Xiao Hei looked up and saw countless ships suspended in the dim and dark void, all carried by various huge holy beasts.
The sacred beasts and ships are covered with red ribbons.
In the ship, there are golden boxes, and it is unknown how many treasures are contained in them.
After a little exploration, Xiao Hei was shocked.
There are hundreds of thousands of holy beasts and tens of thousands of ships.
Xiao Hei swallowed his saliva and said, "Don't mention those ships, they are all dowries, right?"
"It's not a dowry, what do you think it is?"
Xue Tu looked like a country bumpkin, snorted softly, and said: "Wu Yue Hall Master has been famous for hundreds of thousands of years, and her cultivation is far above that of the big clan leaders. The wealth she has accumulated in her life is definitely far beyond that of the Xue Jue family.
.Now that I want to marry my senior brother, I naturally have to take all this wealth away."
"It is not easy to be the leader of a large family. The wealth in our family is indeed amazing. However, it is impossible to give all of it as a betrothal gift to our senior brother. Now in comparison, we look too shabby!"
"I suddenly don't want to object to this marriage!" Xiao Hei sighed.
Xuetu's expression was solemn. The speed at which he killed people and collected treasures was thought to be very fast, but now it seems that it is not worth mentioning at all.
If I could marry a god...
No, you can't be so ambitious.
If you can marry a great god, even an older god, an uglier god, or a god who is about to die is best, then you will definitely gain a lot of wealth.
Bloodslaughter is in short supply of divine stones.
Over the years, he has tried his best to raise the sacred stones, so that the next time the sundial is turned on, he can practice in seclusion for a longer period of time. However, the sacred stones raised so far are not enough.
After Xuetu decided to go back, he went to see Fengtian and asked her to propose marriage.
It's not that he doesn't want to work hard anymore, but he has a progressive heart.
Zhang Ruochen, who was walking in front, didn't bother to pay attention to the murmurs of the two of them. He always stood tall and tall, with unparalleled heroic spirit. He looked up and saw Wuyue standing at the end of the white jade steps.
Wuyue's bright red Xiapei is edged with gold threads and embroidered with a picture of hundreds of birds approaching the phoenix. Around her waist is a blue jade belt, which vividly outlines her moon-like figure.
Her skin is like jade, and her plain face is like that of an immortal, but today she has deliberately put on her makeup, with bright red lips, eyebrows like willow leaves, and bright eyes like stars in the universe.
The golden phoenix crown on her head exudes the original light, which is absolutely extraordinary and makes her beautiful face even more noble and elegant.
She stood there quietly, waiting for Zhang Ruochen to pick her up, with a smile in her beautiful eyes that would dazzle the world. The rain master was dressed in white and dressed as a maid, standing quietly aside.
Even those monks present who were well aware of Zhang Ruochen and Wu Yue's grudges couldn't help but wonder at this moment whether the two of them were really in love as deep as the sea, and now the lovers finally got married?
The old patriarch laughed in a low voice: "Look, are there any disharmony between the two of them? Who wouldn't say that a talented man and a beautiful woman are a match made in heaven?"
"She's acting! It depends on how long she can act?" Xue Juezhan said.
The old patriarch said: "Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level is not weak anymore. Coupled with his terrifying cultivation speed, she may not be able to act for the rest of her life."
The long jade staircase is paved with a soft red holy leather carpet.
Flowers rained down from the sky.
The petals are crystal clear and exude a charming fragrance.
"If you want to marry the Master of Wuyue Hall, do you need to pass our test first?"
The gods of the Lingshen Hall appeared on the stairs, holding a wine vessel in their hands, either a gourd, a tripod, or a goblet.
Obviously this is not a provocation, but a real attempt to stop the marriage.
Zhang Ruochen looked at Wuyue and said via voice transmission: "Does it need to be so deliberate?"
Wuyue Yingying smiled, but seemed unable to hear his voice.
Zhang Ruochen whispered, "It's time for you two to show off!"
"Haha! Drink, I have never been drunk in the Hell Realm of the Massacre God Emperor!"
Xue Tu was extremely heroic, strode up the stairs, grabbed a gourd the size of a water tank from a spiritual god, raised his head and drank.
But, I regretted it after the first sip!
The wine is too strong and contains divine flames, just like drinking molten iron and lava.
"Is this what your Dark Temple is capable of? I, the Emperor of Heaven and Earth Slaughter, drink like water, and I am not afraid of anyone in the entire universe."
Xiao Hei stared at a spiritual god and sneered, took the wine cauldron from his hand, and poured it into his mouth with a domineering attitude.
But after taking the first sip, Xiao Hei's whole body twitched.
It was so cold that frost kept rising on my body.
Xue Tu drank for a long time, his body started to burn, his face turned red like a lantern, he shook the gourd and said, "That's not right, your gourd is a space treasure. How much wine is in it?"
"A sea of wine! Today is the time to witness the massacre of the God of War Emperor." The spiritual god laughed.
Xue Tu looked at Zhang Ruochen.
Isn't this a scam?
Zhang Ruochen said: "I'll leave this to you!"
Xue Tu watched Zhang Ruochen walking up, looked at the gourd in his hand, and then looked at the mocking eyes of the spiritual gods in the Dark Temple, and his heart suddenly became cruel.
The divine body expanded dozens of times, threw the gourd into his mouth, and swallowed the gourd and the wine into his stomach.
"Hey, this doesn't count!" A spirit god exclaimed.
Xuetu glared at him and said, "What's the rush? I've never been drunk in the hell realm, how can I be lying?"
He gritted his teeth and squeezed his hands tightly.
"Bang!"
The gourd exploded in his belly, and his belly suddenly expanded into a ball. His body expanded uncontrollably, ten miles high, a hundred miles high...
Finally, it turned into tens of thousands of miles high, with divine flames all over its body, and pillars of fire emerging from its seven orifices, scaring the monks of the Dark Temple into retreating.
Xiao Hei was naturally unwilling to admit defeat, so he followed the example of a gourd and swallowed the entire wine cauldron into his belly, turning his belly into a square shape.
With a long cry, he transformed into a cat-headed phoenix and flew into the void.
Suddenly, this secret realm of the universe became chaotic.
Zhang Ruochen came to Wuyue, looked into her eyes, and had an indescribable strange feeling, as if he was really getting married to the Moon God, and the feeling of rejection in his heart gradually dissipated.
Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen had seen her cruel and ruthless appearance in the Dark Triangle Star Territory, and she was as evil as a snake or a scorpion.
There is no doubt that she must have used mental means to deliberately give Zhang Ruochen a subtle illusion. In order to paralyze Zhang Ruochen's will and reduce his guard against her.
Mutuo, the God of War, stood at the door of the temple and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Ruochen, Emperor Yi is not here, and the master of the hall is the elder of Wuyue Hall. You should kneel down three times and bow to your elders nine times!"
Zhang Ruochen looked at Mutuo God of War and then at the palace door.
Inside the door, it was pitch black.
Zhang Ruochen said: "According to what the God of War said, my grandpa is the elder of all the monks present, including the master of Wubian Hall, shouldn't he have to salute him?"
Muto God of War suddenly stamped his foot, and his divine power shook all directions.
The Blood God of War stood at the bow of the Luoyun Divine Ship and said: "We are all one family, why do we need so many etiquettes? There is no need for you to kneel down and worship me!"
Wuyue was elegant and calm, stretched out her slender jade-white fingers, and lightly parted her red lips, saying: "Stop being polite! Ruochen, let's go."
Zhang Ruochen thought for a moment and held her hand.
Soft and boneless, delicate and smooth.
Seeing this scene, countless monks from the Dark Temple shed tears, envy and jealousy.
It was the first time for many monks among them to see Wu Yue's true appearance. This time alone was enough to make them unforgettable for the rest of their lives.
Such a beautiful woman will be someone else's wife from now on.
Zhang Ruochen and Wu Yue walked down the stairs hand in hand. The woman was stunning and unmatched in the world. The man was heroic and mighty.
One hundred and eight divine generals knelt down on one knee.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Xia Yu's eyes were sometimes envious, sometimes sad, and finally she seemed to have figured it out and regained her composure with relief.
"Let's go back to Destiny Mountain." Zhang Ruochen said in a loud voice.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
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Under the leadership of the gods of the Dark Temple, tens of thousands of holy monks flew onto the ships carried by the holy beasts, followed behind the Luoyun Divine Ship and the Blood-colored Divine Centipede, and flew majestically into the starry sky.
One hundred and eight holy ships filled with betrothal gifts were left in the void.
In an instant, the Dark Temple became deserted.
Wu Bian walked out of the temple gate and looked at the horizon with gloomy eyes.
Mutuo God of War bowed and saluted, saying: "Zhang Ruochen is too presumptuous and does not give the Dark Temple any face. He must pay the price."
"No matter how much he jumps around, for now, he is just an insignificant role." Wu Bian said.
Mutuo War God said: "He has been able to defeat Xu Liao."
"Can you defeat Wu Yue?" Wu Bian said.
Mutu, God of War, hesitated to speak, but finally said: "If Wuyue wants to kill him, he will naturally die. But, will Wuyue kill him? Why does this god think that Wuyue really wants to marry him?
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Wu Bian's eyes darkened slightly, he sneered, and said: "These are all trivial matters. When there are results on the Starry Sky Battlefield, Zhang Ruochen can only disappear in the face of the general trend."