The angry voice of Caiyi God came from the underground.
But the sound failed to reach the ground and was eliminated by layers of divine power.
"You know too much!"
A look of indifference appeared on the face of the Bloody God of War, and he stepped on the skull of the Caiyi God to pieces.
"Crash!"
In the abyss, the sound of iron chains being pushed sounded.
A rotten divine hand stretched out, grabbed the divine body of Caiyi God, and dragged him into the depths of the abyss while he struggled.
The Bloody God of War turned into a bright divine light, soared into the sky, and returned to the ground.
"Boom!"
With Yuchen Temple as the center, a major earthquake broke out in Xinghuantian.
In the five-thousand-mile-long Yuhong Mountains, peaks collapsed one after another, and the entire mountain range was flattened by the aftermath of the great god, which was extremely shocking.
The great earthquake gradually subsided, but the great god's power was still raging, and no one dared to step out of the First Goddess City. Even the true god was no exception.
…
Once night falls, in the Tai Chi circle, the rules of life prevail over the rules of death.
Zhang Ruochen transformed into a young appearance, with strong vitality in his body.
He stood upright in a relatively well-preserved stone hall in the ruins of Yuchen Temple, with his hands behind his back, looking out at the blood-red world.
It is said to be well preserved, but in fact, only seventy-two stone pillars are still standing, the roof of the temple is in tatters, and there are no walls or windows at all, revealing the vicissitudes of time.
One after another, the tyrannical waves of the great god, like huge waves on the sea, hit them, but they were blocked by an invisible force outside the temple and could not enter the ruins.
The owner of Minghuafang leaned against a stone pillar and sat on the ground, looking up at Zhang Ruochen's profile.
Under the blood-red light, his silhouette is strong, his eyebrows are handsome, and his nose is straight, showing his perseverance and deep temperament.
"I wonder what he is thinking in his mind at the moment?" Such a thought appeared in the mind of the master of Minghuafang.
Finally, the owner of Minghuafang coughed twice, attracted Zhang Ruochen's eyes to him, and said with a sweet smile: "The Blood God of War really loves you, and he actually came to Xing Huantian in person, no wonder you can be confident."
Zhang Ruochen said: "You are wrong, he is not my grandfather."
"Not the Bloody God of War?"
The master of Minghuafang was slightly startled, then shook his head and said: "Impossible! Everyone knows that the blood-killing God of War's second-grade holy will of the fifth sea has been transformed into the fifth sea of profound meanings. The battle in Tiannan shook the starry sky, who
Don’t people know?”
Zhang Ruochen didn't explain any more. He saw that her face was pale and she seemed to be seriously injured.
"Is it the Yuchen Temple that Bai Qing'er asked you to come to?"
Zhang Ruochen squatted down, grabbed her white and delicate wrists, mobilized the life energy in the Tai Chi circle, and introduced it into her body.
In helping her heal, she is also experiencing the true meaning of life.
There was a hint of warmth in Minghuafang Master's arm, and his eyes looked at Zhang Ruochen's handsome face at close range. He was so gentle, which deeply touched her soul.
The old gentleman gave the owner of Minghuafang a feeling that he was talented and worthy of admiration, and he felt even more grateful that he had rescued her from the hands of the Caiyi God.
However, the feeling Zhang Ruochen gave her was that he was calm, caring, and definitely not a cunning and sinister person.
When the two people overlapped, the owner of Minghuafang realized that he might never be able to forget this dilapidated temple and the blood-red sky outside.
But, after all, she is a god who has been practicing for 60,000 years. She quickly came out of her emotions and said with a smile: "Hey! Zhang Ruochen, what is your relationship with our young master?"
Hearing what Zhang Ruochen asked just now, how could Master Minghua not guess that there must be something fishy between the two of them.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Cooperative relationship."
"Work together to deal with the gods in heaven?" the leader of Minghuafang asked.
Zhang Ruochen said: "It won't be beneficial if you know too much."
The master of Minghuafang cast a resentful look and then said: "Then tell me, why did you come to Xinghuantian? Why did you change into a dying look? Do you like our goddess Twelveth House?
A certain woman is having bad ideas?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't want to say anything, so he closed his eyes and felt the flow of life energy in the Tai Chi circle and the changes in the death energy in the process.
"The fact that you don't speak means that I guessed it right! The Fengliu Sword God is indeed romantic. Why don't you tell me who you like? Sister, I can help you!" said the master of Minghuafang.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Sister, do you still want to learn music?"
The owner of Minghuafang closed his red lips, but glared at him.
Suddenly.
Zhang Ruochen retracted his palm, stood up slowly, and looked out of the stone palace.
I saw the tall and majestic figure of the Blood God of War walking into the temple gate and coming to the hibiscus tree where the Jade Dragon Immortal was once buried. He punched the Blood Dragon Halberd on the ground and stood quietly.
Zhang Ruochen knew that the other party was waiting for him, so he walked out of the stone hall and greeted him.
The master of Minghuafang stood up, stood under the stone pillar, and looked at the hibiscus tree full of red flowers. His eyes fell on the Blood God of War, and he immediately showed a look of awe.
She didn't dare to be like Zhang Ruochen and face him directly. He was one of the ten great clan leaders of the Immortal Vampire Clan.
The Blood God of War did not look at Zhang Ruochen, who was walking from behind step by step. He stared at the tombstone and said: "It's interesting that dead people can crawl out again and turn into evil creatures. Are you using the "Underworld Soldier Scroll"?
Her secret method, sacrificed to her, right?"
His sudden question shocked Zhang Ruochen's heart.
Could it be that nothing was hidden from him? How did he gain insight into it?
It should be noted that the "Underworld Scroll" has been lost for hundreds of thousands of years.