God Emperor

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what happened?

How could Wu Ma Jiuxing be a god? Why was Lord Qian Mo trampled to death by him?

Hallucination!

It must be an illusion!

Who created this illusion?

They couldn't accept the fact they saw before them. Lord Qian Mo was ranked first in the "Storm of Gods", but he could become a god with just one thought. How could he fall because of his unrivaled talent?

Zhang Ruochen had many grievances with Yuan Qianmo, but when he saw him being trampled to death by Wu Ma Jiuxing and kicked into a lake of blood like a mortal, he couldn't feel any joy in his heart, but instead felt a little sad.

Yuan Qianmo, who is ranked first in the "God's Reserve Volume", has great luck, and has a powerful background, can die before becoming a god.

Among other monks, who dares to say that he will definitely become a god?

No matter how talented you are, no matter how amazing your talents are, in the eyes of the gods, they are as insignificant as ants, who can be killed with just a few fingers. Like, an insignificant speck of dust.

Zhang Ruochen finally understood why heaven and hell strictly prohibited gods from intervening in the world. If they were involved too deeply, the impact would be bad enough, and they would even be judged and executed.

Once the gods enter the secular world, extremely powerful people like Yuan Qianmo can be killed instantly. Who else can be spared?

At that time, I am afraid that all the monks in the holy realm of heaven and hell will be killed by the gods, and no monks will be able to become gods. Eventually, they will decline.

"Boom."

The divine power and regular divine patterns that burst out from Wuma Jiuxing's body tore apart the formation camels and the defensive formations arranged by Xuan Lingfeng.

On the top of the altar, all the monks were suppressed by the power of the gods and were unable to move.

Countless regular divine patterns were wrapped around their bodies like chains.

When they meet the false gods, they join forces and maybe they can still fight. However, Wu Ma Jiuxing is a true god, and he is the strongest among the true gods, many times better than the false gods.

In such a small area, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

The monks in the Temple of Death finally woke up and recognized the reality. Their faces were all pale, and their hearts were full of sorrow and despair. They could only laugh miserably.

Monks in the realm of the Great Sage can at least withstand the power of Wu Ma Jiu Xing and remain standing.

However, Huan Zhen, who was in the semi-saint realm, was directly pressed to the ground.

Huan Zhen's expression was extremely painful, and his body was twitching and struggling.

Everyone thought that he was acting like this because he couldn't bear the divine power, so they didn't think much about it.

After a while, Huan Zhen calmed down, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he thought to himself: "I didn't expect that this trip to the Origin Temple would be so dangerous. Fortunately, I left the Death Soul Seed in Huan Zhen's body in advance, so I could save my life. Life."

Yuan Qianmo was able to become the first-class monk in the "Shenchu ​​Volume" and was known as the monk with the best chance of entering the divine realm. Naturally, it was not just as simple as having a high level of cultivation. In fact, he had already cultivated his spiritual thoughts.

The so-called "Death Soul Seed" is a secret method of the Death Temple. It uses spiritual thoughts to condense soul seeds and plant them into the host's body.

Yuan Qianmo planted the "Death Soul Seed" in Huan Zhen's body. His original intention was to wait for Huan Zhen's cultivation level to become higher and then turn him into his own shadow and substitute.

Now you can only use the Death Soul Seed to seize the illusion in advance.

Huan Zhen looked at Wu Ma Jiuxing in the distance, but the divine light bursting out from the other party almost made him blind. His heart for revenge could not help but dim.

Now he is just a semi-saint. Even if he takes Huan Zhen, he is still going to die here today.

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Bai Qing'er originally wanted to make a fool of herself with Wu Ma Jiu Xing and stabilize him temporarily before looking for a chance to escape.

Unfortunately, Wuma Jiuxing is not the kind of person who can be easily deceived, and he directly asks for half of her holy soul. Once the holy soul is controlled by Wu Ma Jiuxing, Bai Qing'er will probably be reduced to a slave-like existence from now on, let alone if she wants to be crowned king in the divine realm.

Just when she was about to fight to the death, Wu Ma Jiuxing's eyes suddenly stared at the Blood Spirit Fairy.

In the space at the top of the altar, the rules of heaven and earth converge towards the Blood Spirit Immortal.

At the same time, streaks of divine light emerged from the body of the Blood Spirit Immortal.

"You also want to break through and become a god?"

Wu Ma Jiuxing's figure became blurred and turned into a long series of afterimages. He rushed in front of the Blood Spirit Immortal and slashed out with a palm knife.

Bai Qinger knew in her heart that her only chance to escape was right in front of her.

The dazzling light of origin surged out of her body, breaking through the suppression of the rules and divine patterns of the Nine Elements of Wuma, turning into a white shadow and rushing towards the huge stone building.

She knew very well that no matter how she escaped, she would never be able to escape as fast as the gods.

The only chance is to escape into the huge stone building, recover from the injury as quickly as possible, and become a god.

Bai Qing'er flashed past the Temple of Death, Granny Haitang, and the others, jumped up, and flew into the dark circular window.

"No, Master was captured by Fairy Baihua!" Master Yeyou exclaimed.

Granny Haitang looked sideways and realized that Zhang Ruochen had disappeared beside her.

"Boom."

Granny Haitang spat out a mouthful of blood, manipulated the blood, and formed a spiritual blood domain at her feet, breaking through the regular divine patterns suppressed by Wu Ma Jiu Xing on her body.

She just took off and wanted to chase her through the window.

"Kaka!"

The sound of stones rubbing against each other was heard.

The divine patterns and strange patterns on the edge of the circular window rotate from left to right, and huge stones are filled in from the inside out, sealing the window.

The huge stone building became airtight, without even a single gap.

"This Baihua Fairy is so hateful that she touched the divine pattern and sealed the window. Otherwise, we could hide in." Master Yeyou gritted his teeth, filled with resentment.

Wu Ma Jiuxing's palm sword slashed down, and the divine light that shrouded the Blood Spirit Immortal was divided.

Seeing that the Blood Spirit Immortal is about to follow in the footsteps of Yuan Qianmo.

"Wow!"

A sword light as fast as lightning slashed horizontally from the top of Blood Spirit Immortal's head and struck Wu Ma Jiuxing's chest.

On Wu Ma Jiuxing's chest, the divine energy turned into a light shield.

With a bang, he flew out and landed on the bank of the blood lake.

The sudden change made Wuma Jiuxing's eyes confused and uncertain. The holy monks on the top of the altar were even more puzzled. How could Wu Ma Jiuxing, who was cultivated in the divine realm, be knocked back by a sword?

The space beside Blood Spirit Fairy trembled slightly.

A young and handsome figure walked out of the space, holding a broad black long sword in his hand. He put the sword on his shoulder, raised his chin, stared at Wuma Jiuxing with contempt, and said provocatively : "I, Zhang Ruochen, come to fight you."

Wuma Jiuxing's eyes were filled with divine light as he stared at the man in front of him who looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen. Apart from his strange movements and tone, he couldn't see any flaws.

"Are you Zhang Ruochen?" he asked.

A young man who looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen said in an arrogant tone: "It's true."

Wuma Jiuxing shook his head and said: "This is absolutely impossible. Zhang Ruochen cannot have the cultivation level of a god. Who are you?"

Wuma Jiuxing was wary. He couldn't see through the opponent's transformation skills, which meant that he was definitely a powerful person in the divine realm.

The young man said: "You Wu Ma Jiuxing can quietly break into the divine realm, why can't I, Zhang Ruochen, always hide my cultivation? To tell you the truth, I am the descendant of Saint Monk Xumi. I have practiced in the long river of time and entered hell. He reached the divine realm before the world."

"The Zhang Ruochen you have been seeing is just a flesh and blood clone of me. I sent the flesh and blood clone into the hell realm just to save my son and daughter. That's all! Haha!"

The young man put his hands on his hips and looked up to the sky with a long smile in what he thought was a domineering posture. Then he said, "You know, Holy Monk Xumi? How can a new god like you understand his old man's methods? The way of time It is unpredictable, a moment may be a hundred years, and a hundred years may be a moment.”

Wuma Jiuxing didn't know Zhang Ruochen well, so he looked dubious after hearing what the other party said.

Master Yeyou's eyes were full of shock, he couldn't help but screamed, and then he fell into deep fear.

"It turns out that Zhang Ruochen's true form is a god. No wonder he has no fear of this master. If I really had evil thoughts along the way, wouldn't I have turned into a holy source long ago?"

"You said earlier that you are a god. I must sincerely worship you as my master when traveling at night, and I can recognize you as my adoptive father."

"Holy Monk Xumi deserves to be the future Buddha and a first-rate supreme. Even though he has died, he is still so powerful. He quietly cultivated his descendants to the realm of gods."

Countless thoughts flashed through Master Yeyou's mind, and he knelt down to worship Zhang Ruochen in the distance. With tears in his eyes, as if he had long known that Zhang Ruochen had a true body, he kowtowed and shouted: "Master, this disciple has finally seen your true body. ."

This sentence made all the monks present who did not believe that Zhang Ruochen had a real body became confused.

Could it be that Zhang Ruochen has really become a god long ago?

Master Yeyou had obviously known about this for a long time, and the tears in his eyes and the sincere look in his eyes did not look like they were fake.

The monks in the Temple of Death, especially Yuan Ji, were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they secretly exclaimed, "My life is over today."

If you are an enemy of a god everywhere, how can you still survive?

Only Grandma Haitang was the only one present who guessed the true identity of "Zhang Ruochen", who must be Empress Chi Yao. However, how did Zhang Ruochen's Shen Yuan Ancient Sword appear in her hands?

It shouldn't be difficult to use the divine means to quietly take away the soldiers from the hands of a holy monk.

Gu Shejing stared at Zhang Ruochen, her eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and found that it was indeed Zhang Ruochen's ancient Shen Yuan sword. Even she believed it somewhat.

Gu Shejing suppressed her injuries, stood up from the ground, rushed towards Zhang Ruochen, and threw herself into his arms. Her voice was beautiful and gentle, and she said pitifully: "Ruochen, save me."

"Go away, stay away from me."

Zhang Ruochen was ruthless and rude, showing no mercy at all. He slapped Gu Shejing and sent her flying away. He pointed his finger at her and shouted angrily: "Despicable! Do you think I, Zhang Ruochen, will be deceived by beauty? I, Zhang Ruochen, will put my words aside today." In my opinion, any woman here is like pus, blood and white bones, and can be killed with a wave of my hand."

Gu Shejing's beautiful face had a red mark, and blood was flowing from her mouth. She stared at Zhang Ruochen with extremely resentful eyes.

Then, she turned into a stream of light, rushed down the huge stone altar, and left the place filled with shame and anger.

Zhang Ruochen pointed in the direction she was leaving and said in a cold voice: "Stay away from me from now on, or I will beat you every time I see you. Go back and tell that Rakshasa Princess, stop having such wishful thinking, I, Zhang Ruochen, will never marry her, let her No matter how determined she is, I am the man she will never get."

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There is another chapter tonight.