God Emperor

Latest website: To Wuma Jiuxing, whether the Zhang Ruochen in front of him is real or fake is no longer important.

The important thing is that this person's unexpected appearance completely exposed his relationship with Qiankun Yiqitang, and he is destined to be unable to stay in the hell world in the future.

The most urgent task is to seize the artifact.

Just when Wu Ma Jiuxing was preparing to cross the Blood Lake and go 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 frightened. 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 like an ancient monster is about to appear and want to devour all living beings.

Even though Wuma Jiuxing had reached the realm of true gods, the changes in front of him still frightened him. He sensed the invisible dangerous aura and stared at the sword island, not daring to act rashly.

Chi Yao, who had 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 should 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 "Zhang Tian" and said: "Whether you are Zhang Ruochen or not, I will give it a try today. You are a bit sexy."

If the Zhang Ruochen in front of him was just bluffing, he would still have the chance to kill all the monks present today.

With Yingtian in his hand, Wu Ma Jiuxing's aura greatly increased, and countless divine patterns of the sword's rules surged out of his body, turning into magic swords 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 Temple of Death and Yuan Ji from the Ten Thousand Death Realm fled 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 gods' battle waves could not reach them, 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 conspiracy, 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 Ye You's hands. He did not show any trace of sadness because of his original death, and his eyes were extremely deep and reserved.

He knew very well that he must not expose the secret that he was 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 has extraordinary aptitudes, he was personally trained by 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 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 trust any monk.

Including Yuanshu Zhenhuang.

Emperor Yuanshu's eyes fell on Master Ye You, moved to Huan Zhen in his hand, and said: "Senior Ye You, Huan Zhen is a monk in the Temple of Death. What do you want to do by capturing him?"

Master Yeyou 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 sincere in rescuing him, Yuan Shu is here to express his gratitude on behalf of the Temple of Death. Now, please let senior go."

"Don't let go."

Master Ye You stiffened his neck and said: "Why do you put back the person who I saved with my own ability? From now on, he is my disciple."

A supreme saint from the Temple of Death said angrily: "Old wandering at night, you are just a casual cultivator, how dare you be the enemy of the Temple of Death?"

"Who said that this master is a casual cultivator? This master is now a disciple of the Xuejue family. If you have the ability, let the gods of the Death Temple come to the Xuejue family to ask for people."

This time, Master Yeyou was unexpectedly tough, and the monks from the Temple of Death were unable to deal with him.

After all, the Temple of Death suffered heavy losses and all of them were seriously injured. Knowing that Grandma Haitang's cultivation was so powerful that she could break the suppression of the True God's rules, she did not dare to confront them head-on.

In the end, the monks from the Temple of Death dropped a few harsh words, claiming that the Great Sage Yeyou and the Xue Jue family must pay the price, and then ignored Huan Zhen and rushed away.

Yuan Qianmo understood more clearly what human feelings are cold and warm, and tea is cold when people leave. If his true body was still alive, how could these monks in the Temple of Death abandon the illusion so easily?

Now, falling into the hands of Master Yeyou, an old ghost, makes Yuan Qianmo, who is full of expectations for the future, feel a little uneasy in his heart.

The old man with seven hands was curious and asked: "Old Bangchui, why did you offend the Death Temple for a semi-saint?"

"What do you know? This kid is not an ordinary half-saint, but an origin controller. The holy soul has been washed by the power of the origin all the year round, and contains endless mysteries. As long as I devour his soul, I can make up for the many defects of my ghost body. Insufficient, coupled with this harvest in the Origin Temple, my master's becoming a god is just around the corner." Master Yeyou smiled ferociously.

As long as it helps to enter the realm of gods, let alone offending the Temple of Death, he would dare to even offend the Temple of Destiny.

After all, if he didn't become a god, he wouldn't have many years to live!

Hearing Master Ye You's words, Huan Zhen's body trembled, his face full of horror.

Unfortunately, he was speechless.

Master Yeyou's body was filled with so much cold ghost energy that it was so cold that his body seemed to turn into ice and he couldn't open his mouth.

Master Yeyou smiled and said: "Honestly, if I hadn't joined the Blood Jue Family, I wouldn't have dared to offend the Death Temple like this. But now, with the support of the Blood Jue Family and the Blood Jue War God as my backer, I'm afraid What is the Death Temple doing? As long as I hide in the Xue Jue family and cultivate my spiritual power to the seventieth level of the gods, the Blood Jue War God will definitely protect me with all his strength. Could the Death Temple fight with the Blood Jue War God because of a semi-saint disciple? ?Ha ha!"

Huan Zhen's body trembled even more violently.

Master Yeyou frowned, two will-o'-the-wisps emerged from his eyes, and stared at him, saying: "Afraid? What's the use of being afraid? Your master Yuan Qianmo was trampled to death by Wu Ma Jiuxing, you'd better go and accompany him Bar!"

Immediately, Master Yeyou opened his mouth as big as a basin and sucked in suddenly.

"Wow!"

A holy soul containing the original light flew out of Huan Zhen's body and was swallowed by him.

The ghost tribe relies on devouring souls to strengthen itself and refine the holy soul of a semi-saint. For Master Yeyou, it couldn't be easier.

After a while, Master Yeyou completed the refining, and a faint layer of original light appeared on the ghost body.

The monks present all looked at it indifferently, there was nothing surprising about it.

It's normal for ghost cultivators to devour souls.

The creatures of the ghost tribe and the lower three tribes often have conflicts because of such things.

The old man with seven hands asked: "Have you obtained his memory? He is a disciple of Yuan Qianmo, and he said he may not know Yuan Qianmo's secrets."

The first-class person in the "God's Storage Scroll" possesses wealth and treasures that are absolutely comparable to those of gods.

Master Yeyou shook his head and said: "This boy's memory has been sealed by the gods of the Temple of Death. How can it be so easy to obtain?"

The old man with seven hands looked disappointed.

Master Yeyou sneered in his heart, how could I tell you the truth?

In fact, after Master Yeyou devoured the Holy Soul of Huan Zhen, he actually gained some sporadic memories that were not sealed by the gods. Those memories are very brief, just pictures.

If you follow Huan Zhen's remaining memories and search for them, you might be able to find something good.

"Give his body to me. This is the flesh and blood body of the original controller, and it should be of many benefits to me."

The old man with seven hands transformed into his true body, opened his bloody mouth, swallowed Huan Zhen's cold body whole, chewed it into pieces, and swallowed it into his belly.

Master Yeyou stared at the old man with seven hands and smiled gloomily: "If the Death Temple really goes to kill the family's important people, just 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 Ale 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 up from her mouth flowed down Zhang Ruochen's neck.

Bai Qing'er's face became increasingly pale, and she said weakly and seriously: "I must heal my 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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