God Emperor

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Downward is a river full of corpses.

The miserable green will-o'-the-wisps, like clouds, float on the mountains of corpses on the water, burning eternally.

"Wow!"

The surface of the water was broken.

A black Yin ship sailed past the thousand-meter-high corpse mountain. The hull was long and flat, like a square iron coffin. It was more than two hundred meters high when exposed on the water.

In the black formation light curtain of the Yin ship, Zhang Ruochen stood on the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back, staring forward.

This ferry was borrowed by Wen Chu from a great god in the Impermanent Ghost City by virtue of his relationship with the Yan family of Dark Abyss. The man driving the boat is a supreme sage named Nulan, who is one of the most important people in the world of Impermanence Ghost City.

Crossing the river tonight and walking through the space wormhole of Impermanence Ghost City, we can reach the Abyss of Darkness as soon as tomorrow morning.

Xuetu stood beside Zhang Ruochen, unable to calm down the excitement in his heart, and said: "Senior brother is indeed a worldly legend. He actually made the Yama clan pay such attention to him that he sent a true god to come and take care of him. Even if I, Xuetu, become my master, I have never been like this. treatment.”

The moment he met Wen Chu, Xuetu's admiration for Zhang Ruochen reached an all-out level.

How could the Yama clan ever attach so much importance to a monk in the holy realm?

This further shows that going to the Abyss of Darkness is for big things.

Only when you do big things will you have big opportunities.

And Zhang Ruochen's willingness to take him with him is enough to show that this senior brother has deep affection for him and truly regards him as one of his own.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were solemn and he said, "Go and invite God Wen Chu over."

"Okay, let's go."

Xue Tu turned around and happened to see the figure of the Prajna Goddess walking towards him. Suddenly his flesh and blood tightened, he lowered his head and walked quickly along the edge of the Yin Ship.

Seeing that the Prajna Goddess didn't look angry, she didn't call him to stop, or even look at him.

Xue Tu was very surprised and couldn't help but secretly guess, could it be that what he had been talking nonsense about during the day was actually true?

Don't dare to think too much, don't dare to say too much.

After all, the Goddess Prajna broke through the realm and became a god, but he, the bloody massacre, has not yet passed through the divine tribulation. The gap in cultivation is right in front of him, so he has to give up.

"I calculated based on the way of fate that disaster will come from Sanli tonight, which is a sign of great misfortune."

Prajna's voice came from behind.

After all, Zhang Ruochen couldn't stop Prajna and Xiao Hei. They boarded the Yin Ship together and stayed together. At the same time, they also knew that the destination of his trip was the Abyss of Darkness.

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "I have also calculated that there will be no luck tonight. It seems that the news has leaked out, but I don't know where the danger comes from? Is it too late for us to retreat to the Holy City of Seven Injustices now?"

Although Zhang Ruochen has Wuji Holy Will, compared with Prajna, a god who is proficient in calculation, he is still far behind.

Prajna shook his head gently, with sharp eyes, and said: "There are four true gods on this Yin ship. No matter how dangerous it is, you can brave it. Retreating is just to avoid the wind and waves for a while. The wind and waves are still there, and they will not be affected by you." Retreat and disappear. Only by advancing can you ride the wind and waves."

A strange color flashed in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

There is no trace of weakness in Prajna tonight, and that fearless demeanor is enough to make monks all over the world feel heartbroken.

Footsteps sounded.

Wen Chu came over and asked, "What happened?"

Accompanying him was Nu Lan.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The monks on this Yin ship are unreliable."

Wen Chu was moved.

Nu Lan is both the Supreme Sage and the Nine Tribulations Ghost Emperor. He said coldly: "What does Young Master Ruochen mean? Do you suspect that the monks under me have different intentions?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "There are a total of 375 holy monks on this Yin ship. Can you guarantee that each of them is reliable?"

"Every one of them is loyal to this emperor."

Nu Lan was very dissatisfied, and bowed to salute the two gods Prajna and Wen Chu, saying: "Two true gods, don't worry, Nu Lan can guarantee that no monk on the ship will leak the secret. If there is any accident, Nu Lan will naturally have no face to face the true gods. , you should burn yourself on this Santu River."

Of course Wen Chu believed Nu Lan and was about to ask Zhang Ruochen what happened.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's face suddenly turned pale, his skin quickly shriveled, and his body sunken inward.

"It's the power of the curse, the blood-devouring curse!"

Wen Chu roared angrily, and without thinking, a mighty divine energy burst out from his body immediately, wrapping Zhang Ruochen in an attempt to block the mysterious and strange power of the curse.

However, the blood-devouring curse is too powerful, and even the Yin Ship's divine patterns and formations cannot stop it.

Wen Chu wanted to protect Zhang Ruochen, but found that just a moment later, Zhang Ruochen was already as skinny as a stick, with a large amount of blood loss in his body, as if he was about to turn into a blackened mummy.

Prajna took action one step ahead of Wen Chu and held up the door to the true self.

Nu Lan, who didn't know what happened, was shocked by the divine power burst out by Wen Chu and Prajna. He flew out and fell to the corner of the Yin Ship, unable to stand up.

"Roar!"

Zhang Ruochen's body was filled with golden divine light.

An earth-shattering tiger roar erupted from his body, dispersing the invisible curse power coming from unknown directions.

Even true gods like Prajna and Wen Chu, when they heard the roar of the tiger, their souls trembled and their eyesight became slightly dark.

Nu Lan, who was lying on the ground far away, fainted and was bleeding from all his orifices.

The Nine Tribulations Ghost Emperor couldn't bear the roar of the Golden Burial White Tiger.

"Crash!"

In the air, lines of blood that were thinner than hair appeared, intertwined into a network, and flowed towards Zhang Ruochen's body.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen's shriveled and skinny body recovered like an inflated balloon, his skin shimmering with holy light, and the power of the curse was swept away.

Far away.

In the darkness and nothingness, a surprised murmur sounded: "How is it possible? How can the blood of a monk who has been hit by a blood-devouring curse return to his body? This is absolutely impossible!"

The blood-devouring curse is one of the six most terrifying curses of the Hades. It can steal the blood from living beings silently.

The most bizarre thing is that even the monks who cast the spell don't know where the blood has been lost.

Zhang Ruochen was hit by the blood-devouring curse, and his blood was lost but could still return to his body. Even the gods of the underworld were shocked and came up with the idea of ​​studying Zhang Ruochen's physique, which might be able to crack the secret of the blood-devouring curse.

"Be brave, I am here, why don't the monsters and monsters come out to lead you to death?"

Xiao Hei flew over the Yin Ship, released his spiritual thoughts, and explored all directions.

The beautiful silhouette of Gushe Huanhuan appeared at the stern of the Yin boat. The magic light in her eyes turned into visible light pillars, peeping into the boundless waters.

Suddenly.

She saw a lightning mountain in the shape of a human head appearing in an extremely distant place.

The thunder and lightning mountain floated on the water, and the burst of thunder and lightning light shuttle spread thousands of miles and impacted the Yin Ship. However, the Yin Ship's defense is strong and will not be affected.

"The Emperor has seen you!"

From the long sleeve of Xiao Hei's mysterious robe, a slender hand stretched out and pointed.

A bright divine fire finger flew out from its fingertips.

The Divine Fire Finger Energy contains an unparalleled aura of destruction, lighting up the water and turning night into day. The temperature is higher than that of a star near the ground.

"Swish!"

One hundred and eight stone swords flew out from the distant thunder mountain, shattering the divine fire finger.

One of the swords slashed from top to bottom towards Xiao Hei, who was suspended in mid-air.

"Boom!"

Xiao Hei held up the three-walled twenty-eight star formation to resist, and the formation turned into a sky full of stars, with god-level formation inscriptions intertwined.

However, it only lasted for a moment before the stars in the sky were split open by the stone sword. Xiao Hei fell heavily, and the cloak on his head was broken, revealing a round and furry cat head.

The stone sword struck Xiao Hei's left shoulder and was embedded half a foot deep.

Strange lines appeared on the sword body, which turned into demonic energy and invaded Xiao Hei's divine body.

On the boat, all the monks who were still conscious were shocked.

Xiao Hei's cat head is indeed very eye-catching. The triangular mouth, long whiskers, and soft ears instantly destroy its usual cold appearance.

However, at this moment, no monk cared whether it had a human head or a cat head. They were all frightened by the powerful enemy hidden in the dark.

terrible!

Xiao Hei's cultivation level cannot be said to be weak.

The defensive power of the Sanyuan Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation is at the level of a divine formation.

However, he couldn't even block the opponent's sword!

But now, what is flying is one hundred and eight swords.

"God King Talisman!"

Wen Chu took out a white talisman, held it up, and punched it out.

On the talisman, powerful talisman inscriptions emerged one after another, turning into a sky-covering talisman, wrapping the Yin Ship and resisting the attacks of one hundred and seven stone swords.

This Divine King Talisman was given to Wen Chu by the Wuqing Sect before leaving.

The stone sword that struck into Xiao Hei's body trembled violently.

Xiao Hei's arms were filled with dense regular divine patterns and filaments of flame. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and forced it out. However, it is difficult to suppress.

Xiao Hei held the sword in both hands and waved it uncontrollably on the Yin Ship, as if he was drunk.

Xue Tu was so frightened that he ran away quickly.

However, Xiao Hei always chased him.

"Cat God, I wonder if Xue has offended you, and you want to kill them all?" Xue Tu tried his best to avoid Xiao Hei's chops.

However, there were still several times when he was almost cut in half.

The divine blood in Xiao Hei's body continued to flow into his body. He was extremely depressed and shouted: "This stone sword is too strong. I can't suppress it. Who will help me? Zhang Ruochen, give me a helping hand."

Zhang Ruochen stepped back far away, not daring to step forward.

Are you kidding? Even the true god can't suppress him. How can he help?

However, Zhang Ruochen saw some clues and stared closely at the magic patterns on the stone sword, feeling the familiar aura emanating from the stone sword.

"Snapped!"

In the sky, the God King Talisman held up by Wen Chu untied a hole.

Wen Chu's face changed drastically and he said: "Oh no! If I'm not wrong, it must be Wentong's true body coming, using the power of the Xingtian Jar. Even the God King Talisman can't stop it for long."

"Who? Wentong, is it the Great God Wentong of the Hades Palace?"

Xue Tu's expression suddenly became like that of a dead person.

How can a few new gods who have not even cultivated in the world of gods be able to fight against an existence that can be called a "great god"?

In front of the Great God, the lives of their Holy Realm monks are more contemptible than a piece of grass. Any god's disciples or worldly myths can be blown away into ashes with just one breath.