The so-called "war temple" refers to the temple left by the ancient strong men, which was inherited by the gods of later generations and turned into a temple for war.
Like a temple-shaped armor.
It has the strongest defense power and the strongest attack power.
It is very similar to the Yasha clan's ancestral temple, except that the general war magic temple is far less powerful than the ancestral temple.
Of course, whether it is the Ancestral Temple or the War Technique Temple, the key depends on the cultivation level of the temple owner. The stronger the temple owner's soul, the stronger the power of the temple can be elicited.
The demi-god flew out of the black temple and crossed the void.
Around the temple, streaks of black lightning shuttled, containing terrifying and murderous power.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were solemn, but he was not deterred by the aura of the Infinite God. He attacked forward, pinched the sword formula with his fingers, activated the sword energy like rain, and collided heavily with the temple.
"boom!"
A large area of space collapsed.
Zhang Ruochen and the Black Temple fell into the void world together, sword energy and formation beams intertwined.
The half-god's soul was released, and with a wave of his sleeves, a long river of purple divine energy surged out of the temple.
Divine energy is at a level that can only be cultivated by the infinite god. Each ray can kill gods. Such a long river of divine energy rushes into a divine formation with a diameter of thousands of feet.
The divine formation rotated rapidly, and gray clouds surged out of the center of the formation.
A tall, ferocious-faced, and powerful dead god came out of the clouds and swung a sickle-shaped war blade, piercing the sky.
The sword energy Zhang Ruochen fired was completely shattered by the sickle.
The sword light passed by him, and it only touched a little. The protective light was torn apart, and a blood mark appeared on his shoulder.
It was terrifying, like a blow from the real God King.
Seeing blood dripping from Zhang Ruochen's shoulder, the demi-god breathed a secret sigh of relief and said: "No matter how strong you are, you are still below immeasurable power, and I am now using immeasurable power. No matter you are a famous sword god or something else,
Who, show your true strength!"
Zhang Ruochen could see that the combat power of the demi-god who controlled the War Technique Temple was already superior to that of Xuan Yi's clone.
Of course, this does not mean that the Half-Lord is the number one person under the Immortal. After all, if Xuan Yi controls the Tongtian Temple, he can easily crush his War Technique Temple.
Just like the God of War of Blood Jue offering sacrifices to the remains of the ancestor of Blood Jue, who can stop him under the immeasurable circumstances?
Every ancient god from a major force has extremely powerful trump cards that can elevate his combat power to immeasurable levels of invincibility. The key depends on whether he can bear the cost of losing his trump cards.
Xuan Yi lost the Tongtian Temple, half of the War Technique Temple was lost, the Blood God of War lost the remains of his ancestor, the Jade Spirit God lost the Yaksha Ancestral Temple...these were not just their own losses.
If they are really snatched away by the old swindlers of the Infinite Realm hiding in the dark, the forces behind them will definitely become furious.
Zhang Ruochen did not use artifacts or mysteries, but instead used his body speed to dodge and avoid a head-on collision with the War Technique Temple.
In the eyes of all the spectators, Zhang Ruochen is in danger at this moment. If he slows down a little, he will be beaten to pieces by the divine formation in the Temple of War Techniques.
Unknowingly, the battlefield between Zhang Ruochen and Banzun was getting further and further away from Xiongguan Star.
Above the atmosphere of Xiongguan Star, the Muto God of War walked out of thin air.
He is the second strongest person in the Dark Temple after Wu Yue. His bones are wrapped in black iron, which puts great pressure on all the gods of the hell realm present.
"This famous sword god is really unexpectedly powerful. Yuan Ruhai even used the War Technique Temple to defeat him. It seems that I need help from this god!"
"Why would a mere plow mark ancient god need to use the heavenly flag?" A melodious divine voice resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
Three divine lights flew out of the Xiongguan Star.
Each divine light contains an extremely terrifying aura. When flying, the space trembles and the stars tremble.
They are the three ancient strong men of the Bone Clan, Bai Changxu, Yunzhonghu, and Hei Tao. Each of them dominates a sea of bones and is a giant-level existence in the divine realm.
"The three ancient gods cannot be underestimated, and the cultivation of the ancient gods of Lihen is no small matter." Yanyang God reminded.
"Both Lord Leopard and Lord Bing were severely wounded by the Ancient God of Plow Mark. If the three Ancient Gods of the Bone Clan dare to take action, they must hold on to their will."
Yanyang God looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw that the person who said these words was the ancient God of the Wind from the Qinglu Temple.
The ancient god Kamikaze has butterfly wings on his back and steps on the blue divine mist.
In the divine mist, there is a black coffin suspended.
Seeing Yanyang God looking at him, the Ancient God of Kamikaze nodded to him and said: "What happened today is a bit strange. Although the four ancient gods in heaven are strong, they are not strong enough to challenge the army of hell. Among them,
There must be something fishy. Now that the top experts have taken action, the interior of Xiongguan Star is empty. We must beware of secret attacks from Tianting and Xinghuantian."
Yanyang God was very confident and said: "Don't worry! There are four great masters sitting in charge, Xiongguan Xing is impregnable."
"Old God Kamikaze is too worried, we are still here!" Taixu Great God Fuchuan said.
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The two war magic temples came one behind the other, suppressing Zhang Ruochen in the broken space within ten thousand miles.
There are thirty-four divine formations surrounding it in all directions.
Each of the divine patterns left by Da Zizui Boundless and the Heavens is like a god-killing knife, shattering the divine world that Zhang Ruochen derived into pieces.
The supreme holy artifacts released by Zhang Ruochen were all turned into metal fragments, unable to withstand the attack of the War Technique Temple.
"We've all been lured out, and it's almost time. Xiongguan Star and Baizu Royal City should take action!" Zhang Ruochen secretly took out the Tianzun scroll and hid it in his sleeve, preparing to counterattack.
Feng Yan, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't bear it.
"With the blessing of the War Art Temple, the Half-God and Muto War God already have combat power that is almost at the level of a God King or a God. However, the eldest brother cannot reveal his identity and cannot use mysteries and artifacts. This is so unfair!"
Feng Yan ignored Chishaluo's dissuasion and rushed out.
"Great... Sword God, take the sword!"
Feng Yan fired the Pure Yang Divine Sword.
The divine sword was like a dazzling meteor fire, cutting through the starry sky.
The Pure Yang Divine Sword passed through the light curtain of the divine formation and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.
"Sure enough, there are other heavenly gods hiding in the darkness."
The demi-god stood outside the War Technique Temple, glanced sideways at Feng Yan, raised his arm, and swung his palm out. The palm of his hand was vibrating in circles.
The heaven and earth were sensed, and a large handprint of divine light nearly ten thousand meters long appeared in the void and fell towards Fengyan.
The power is so strong that I want to beat him to death.
Feng Yan only felt that the space in all directions was collapsing towards him, his body could not move, and it was difficult for the energy in his body to move.
Chishara and Mandala flower gods appeared one after another, but the distant water could not save the near fire.
Givenchy stood hundreds of thousands of miles away, waved his fragrant sleeves, and a rain of colorful petals appeared. The ten-thousand-meter-long divine light handprint instantly turned into wisps of mist, decomposed and opened.
The cleverness of the method shocked the demi-god.
He looked around with his spiritual eyes, and could only see Chishara, Mandala Flower God, and Xiang Chunan, but could not find the trace of the caster, and his heart sank slightly.