The ancient and abandoned city is vast and majestic, with divine lights of various colors overflowing from the corpses of the gods, filling the world.
The corpse of the ancient Yunqing Buddha is extremely bright and scorching with golden light.
This entire city is shrouded in Buddhist mist.
Fengchen Sword God raised his sword and came out with a murderous aura that reflected the image of the Shura battlefield. He said in a deep voice: "Who just said that ten Fengchens are not as good as one Zhang Ruochen? Do you have the guts to stand up and compete with this god?" .¡±
In an instant, all eyes were focused on him.
The gods from all the major forces are all powerful and powerful, and they once dominated the world.
Although Fengchen Sword God is quite famous, after all, he is just a new god who is only a few thousand years old. In the eyes of those veteran gods, he seems to have insufficient background.
Standing next to Wujiang was the True God Yuancang. He was a god who had lived for nearly 50,000 years. He was as huge as a hill and covered with metal spikes. He said: "Fengchen, my son, what I said just now is because of you. What Grandpa Yuankura said."
Just at that moment, Fengchen Sword God had a panoramic view of the situation.
The five true gods of the Yama clan are trapped in a dark field with a diameter of a hundred feet. The periphery of the field is filled with powerful illusory power, which is condensed from a magical rune.
The spirit that activates the talisman stands on the other side of Wujiang, with a figure like a shadow, emitting powerful fluctuations of mental power.
Except for the high-ranking god Guisi and the mid-level god Tianque Shenji, that shadow put the greatest pressure on Fengchen Sword God.
The sixth true god of the Yama clan is Wen Chu. He was severely injured and was suppressed by Zi Luo, the third ghost master, until he knelt on the ground. His chest was penetrated by iron thorns as thick as seven fingers.
The seven iron thorns were connected to a cold chain, and the other end of the chain was held in Luo's hand.
They used Wen Chu as bait to lure the five true gods of the Yama clan into the field of the "Dark Light Fantasy Talisman", trapping them all.
This talisman was specially prepared by the Dark Temple to kill the gods of the Yama clan.
??Everyone present is a strong man in the divine realm. Not to mention that Fengchen Sword God has not yet recovered his combat power. Even in his peak state, trying to save people is like throwing an egg into a trap and hitting a rock with an egg.
In just a moment, Fengchen Sword God had already made a decision to break the Dark Light Fantasy Talisman first and rescue the five true gods of the Yama tribe who were trapped in the talisman field.
Only by rescuing them can we have a chance to fight today.
"Whoops!"
In the hands of Fengchen Sword God, the jewel-like supreme holy weapon sword flew out of its scabbard, pointing at Yuancang True God, and said: "Do you really think that I am afraid of the overwhelming number of people in your Dark Temple? You dare to insult me, we will not die today. endlessly."
On the sword body, the light shines brightly, and the powerful supreme power bursts out, impacting in all directions.
Dense sword sounds sounded, and countless sword shadows appeared, turning into dozens of chaotic sword shadows.
¡°What a powerful divine power.¡±
"His swordsmanship attainments have actually reached such a high level, and he has really only practiced in the divine realm for more than a thousand years? I am afraid that even those swordsman gods who have practiced in the divine realm for tens of thousands of years cannot compare with him."
All the gods present were surprised, realizing that they had underestimated this new god who had only become famous in the past thousand years.
"Wow¡ª¡ª"
The war sword flew out first, like a stream of light.
The one who attacked was not Yuancang True God, but the shadow standing on the other side of Wujiang that controlled the Dark Light Fantasy Talisman.
This sword strike from east to west was beyond the expectations of the gods.
Knowing that Fengchen Sword God was very close to the gods of Kunlun Realm, Guisi shouted: "Be careful! He wants to save the gods of the Yama clan, don't let him succeed."
late!
The battle sword of the supreme holy weapon level, exuding bright brilliance and carrying infinite vigor, has arrived in front of the shadow.
The shadow has no physical body, and its body is like wisps of mist. A gray arm more than two meters long condensed out of the silk mist, and reached forward to press it.
Circles of ripples appeared in front of the palm, which could easily block Fengchen Sword God's unparalleled sword.
"How can it be?"
Fengchen Sword God's eyes were startled, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.
This god's mental power is so powerful that it is simply terrifying. No wonder he can control the talisman with his own power and trap the five true gods of the Yama clan.
The expressions of other gods, such as Guisi, Tianque Shenji, and Luo, all changed slightly.
Being able to block Fengchen Sword God¡¯s supreme holy weapon sword with his bare hands, how high is his mental strength?
noneLuo, the third son of the Lord, glanced at Wen Chu who was kneeling on the ground and said, "You have lost your value. Now, I will send you on your way."
"Pfft!"
Luo¡¯s five fingers on his right hand inserted into Wen Chu¡¯s head and extracted the soul from his body.
For the ghost tribe, the fastest way to improve their realm is to devour the souls of other ghost tribes or other monks.
Hearing that Chu couldn't bear the stinging pain in his soul, he looked up to the sky and screamed, all his orifices were bleeding.
But, the next moment, Luo also screamed.
"Ah! Soul-Eating Curse"
Luo's five fingers were pulled out from Wen Chu's skull, he held his head with both hands and retreated quickly. The ghostly aura overflowed from his body, forming thousands of ghost shadows.
The one who cast the soul-eating curse was naturally Zhang Ruochen.
Luo has just reached the realm of true gods and has not cultivated into the world of gods. Moreover, in the holy realm, he is neither a representative of the Yuanhui level nor a quasi-level representative of the Yuanhui. His background is much worse than that of Prajna and Gu Shejing.
A low-level god like him is still a new god. With Zhang Ruochen's seventy-first-level mental strength and the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead, he can naturally curse him.
Zhang Ruochen held the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead and flew out quickly, landed next to Wen Chu, and called out: "Uncle Wen, I am Ruochen."
Wen Chu was very weak, but when he saw Zhang Ruochen's figure, there was a deep and moved look in his eyes, and he nodded lightly.
¡°Bang!¡±
Zhang Ruochen struck Wen Chu on the chest with a palm, knocking out the seven iron thorns and chains that had penetrated his body and falling to the ground, just as he was about to take him away.
Not far away, Luo slowed down.
He held up the Dao Domain and barely resisted part of the power of the Soul-Eating Curse.
"Zhang Ruochen, you finally show up!"
Luo forcibly pulled back the thousands of innocent souls that had flown out of his body. His palms were filled with divine light and yin energy, and he made a magical-level palm seal. In the midst of lightning and flint, the palm print was in front of Zhang Ruochen.
"Zheng!"
The Chizi Sword flew out and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.
The body of the Holy Road and the rules of more than 600 trillion in the body was released. Zhang Ruochen stabbed out with his sword, incorporating the holy meaning of the word "Ò»" in swordsmanship, and hit Luo's palm accurately.
¡°Bang!¡±
Zhang Ruochen held a sword in one hand and Wen Chu in the other. He was knocked away by Luo's divine power.
However, Luo also took two steps back and crushed a large piece of ice.
There was a look of shock in Luo's eyes, because he saw that Zhang Ruochen had not yet become a god in martial arts, and was still at the level of a great sage. But why can he cultivate more than 600,000 rules?
"Wow¡ª¡ª"
Zhang Ruochen raised the Chizi Sword above his head, and the secrets of swordsmanship in his body absorbed the rules of swordsmanship in the ancient and ruined city To be precise, they should be the divine marks of swordsmanship left behind by the gods after their death, and they continuously absorbed them and gathered them towards him.
Zhang Ruochen's aura is getting stronger and stronger, and he is unrivaled.
The blood-red brilliance emitted by the Red Sword reflected the sky and the glaciers on the ground in red.
"Behead!"
Zhang Ruochen swung his sword and slashed towards Luo. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com