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- To Wuma Jiuxing, whether the Zhang Ruochen in front of him is real or fake is no longer important.
The most important thing is that this person's unexpected appearance completely exposed his relationship with Qiankun, and he is destined to be unable to stay in the hell world from now on.
The most urgent task is to seize the artifact.
Just when Wu Ma Jiuxing was preparing to cross the Blood Lake and head to Sword Island. On the surface of the blood lake, there was the sound of water, waves piled up, and thick blood mist rose at the same time.
The starry sky above the blood lake strangely turned into blood.
The monks on the top of the altar were all trembling with fear. They felt that the vision in front of them was very scary, and the smell of blood seemed to be floating in the air.
It¡¯s as if an ancient monster is about to appear and want to devour all living beings.
Even though Wu Ma Jiuxing has reached the realm of true gods, the changes in front of him still frightened him. He sensed the invisible dangerous atmosphere, stared at the sword island, and did not dare to act rashly.
Chi Yao, who transformed into Zhang Ruochen, really wanted to cross the Blood Lake and board the Sword Island. However, at the critical moment when the Blood Spirit Immortal was breaking through, she had to temporarily protect him.
"Wuma Jiuxing, if you don't dare to go to Sword Island, you'd better leave quickly. Otherwise, the Blood Spirit Immortal will break through and become a god. I will join forces with him, and you won't be able to leave even if you want to." Chi Yao said sarcastically.
A look of contemplation flashed in Wu Ma Jiuxing's eyes, and then he called out the bronze sword "Facing the Sky" and said: "Whether you are Zhang Ruochen or not, today, I have to give it a try. You have some charm."
If the Zhang Ruochen in front of him was just bluffing, he would still have a chance to kill all the monks present today.
With Yingtian in hand, Wu Ma Jiuxing's aura greatly increased, and countless divine patterns of the sword's rules surged out of his body, turning into a magic sword visible to the naked eye.
The monks from the Temple of Death, Granny Haitang and others had already taken the opportunity to escape from another direction to the bottom of the huge stone altar.
Once the two true gods fight, the nearby space will definitely become a dangerous and forbidden place.
Even the great sage cannot hope to survive.
"Boom."
In an instant, the entire huge stone altar was enveloped by two mighty divine clouds.
In the clouds, densely packed divine swords and divine swords collided, erupting with harsh sounds of breaking wind.
¡°Bang!¡±
"ah¡¡"
The two Supreme Saints from the Death Temple and Yuan Ji from the Ten Thousand Death Realm escaped a little slower and were hit by the light of swords and shadows. They were torn apart on the spot and turned into two masses of blood mist.
At such a critical moment, no monk cared about the illusion of the semi-saint realm. However, Master Yeyou stretched out a ghost hand, twisted him up, and escaped off the huge stone altar.
A group of monks fled to a place where the battle waves of the gods could not reach, and then stopped.
"Behind the Qiankun Yiqitang, the Sword God Realm is supporting us. This matter must be reported to the Temple of Destiny, and all the monks of the Qiankun Yiqitang will be killed, and Wu Ma Jiuxing will be pushed to the God-killing Platform." A Death Temple The Great Sage said angrily.
"Zhang Ruochen has actually reached the divine realm a long time ago. He sent a clone to sneak into the hell realm. He must have a plan, and this matter must be reported to the police."
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The Temple of Death suffered heavy losses, and the surviving supreme saints were extremely grieved and directed all their hatred towards Wuma Jiuxing and Zhang Ruochen.
True Emperor Yuanshu looked at the huge stone altar in the distance and sighed sadly.
Huan Zhen was like a rag doll, being held in Master Yeyou's hands. There was no trace of sadness due to his original death, and his eyes were extremely deep and restrained.
He knows very well that he must not reveal the secret that he is Yuan Qianmo at the moment.
Because Yuan Qianmo has countless treasures and wealth, hidden in a secret place that only he knows, this is the capital for him to return to the top of the hell world in the future.
Huan Zhen¡¯s aptitude is extraordinary. He personally trained him and he is also the original controller.
As long as he is given a thousand years, Yuan Qianmo has the confidence to cultivate to a point where he is stronger than he is now.
However, once the monks in the Temple of Death knew that he was Yuan Qianmo, how could he possibly be able to keep the treasures and wealth he once possessed with his cultivation in the semi-saint realm?
Having lost his powerful cultivation, Yuan Qianmo now cannot believe in any monk.
Including the True Emperor Yuanshu.
The gaze of Emperor Yuanshu fell on Master Yeyou, moved to Huanzhen in his hand, and said: "Senior Yeyou, Huanzhen is a monk in the Temple of Death, what do you want to do in capturing him?"
Master Ye You said: "Girl, are you blind? This master is obviously saving him. You monks in the Temple of Death refuse to save him, but you still don't allow me to save him?"
Yuanshu Zhenhuang said: "If senior is reallySwallow into the abdomen.
Master Ye You stared at the Seven-Handed Old Man and smiled gloomily: "If the Death Temple really goes to kill the family's important people, then say that Huan Zhen was killed by the Cairo Earth Master in the Heaven Realm! We must adopt the same approach and refuse to admit death."
The Cairo Earth Master standing next to A Le gritted his teeth and was filled with resentment.
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The words were divided into two parts, Bai Qing'er grabbed Zhang Ruochen behind the huge stone building, and her soft and delicate body wrapped around Zhang Ruochen's back like a snake.
The cold jade finger pressed against Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows, like the tip of a sword pressing there.
Bai Qing'er's body was soft and fragrant, and the two balls of warmth pressing on his back were also full of elasticity. Her snow-white face was leaning against his ear. However, Zhang Ruochen had no evil thoughts at all, and his attention was focused on Between the eyebrows.
Bai Qing'er's weak voice sounded in Zhang Ruochen's ears, saying: "I know that the Golden Burial White Tiger may take action at any time, but you tell it, I will definitely kill you before it kills me."
Zhang Ruochen quickly calmed down and said, "Why did you arrest me?"
"Did you forget the bet between us? Is this the third time I've caught you?" Bai Qing'er smiled.
As soon as she laughed out loud, she coughed violently, and the blood coughed out of her mouth flowed down Zhang Ruochen's neck.
Bai Qing'er's face became paler, and she said weakly and seriously: "I must recover from the injury as quickly as possible, so I need to drink your blood. To be precise, it is the white blood and soil contained in your blood."
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