God Emperor

Latest website: Xiao Hei and Wen Chu, who had reassembled their divine bodies, both looked happy. They were truly saved from a desperate situation.

The thunder and lightning mountain in the shape of a human head is the Xingtian jar.

That is the head of Kunlun Realm Xingtian Great God.

"Stab it!"

On the sea surface, streaks of lightning that were a hundred times brighter than ordinary thunder and lightning turned into dragons and snakes, spreading rapidly towards God Wentong.

Master Wentong's eyes were narrow and cold.

The aura of death formed a great wall in front of him, blocking the lightning.

"Chi Xingtian! I have refined you for a hundred thousand years, but your spiritual will has not been lost. Good! Very good, let's see how big a wave you can make today!" Master Wentong said solemnly.

"Boom."

The Great Wall formed by the air of death was broken into pieces, and the thunder and lightning formed into an earth-shaking angry dragon that struck out with its claws.

Two rays of divine light flew out of the eyes of Great God Wentong, crushing the angry dragon.

However, one hundred and eight stone swords were wrapped in thunder and lightning. The sword body was filled with light and demonic energy surged into the sky. It turned into a sword array and slashed at the Great God Wentong.

It was Chi Xingtian's head who personally controlled the stone sword and exerted its offensive power.

After being trained for a hundred thousand years, the anger in my heart is hard to calm down.

The thundering mountain in the shape of a human head opened its mouth and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Fight to the end."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

…

The power of the stone sword is far greater than before.

The sword is not sharp, but it is heavier than the stars.

Even a being like the Great God Wentong was pushed back continuously by the stone sword, and the godly world he held up was shattered.

Zhang Ruochen put away the swarm of God-Eating Insects and quickly flew away into the distance.

Xuetu and Yan Ting followed closely behind.

A confrontation of this level is enough to annihilate the starry sky. With their cultivation in the Holy Realm, getting too close would be life-threatening.

"The powerful Chi Xingtian only has one head left. He has been refined for a hundred thousand years and his fighting power is still so terrifying." Wen Chu was moved and did not dare to stay here for long. He turned into a divine light and chased Zhang Ruochen and the others.

Gushe Huanhuan looked at the thunder and lightning mountains with human heads suspended in the sky. In his mind, the figure of the demon general who protects the world from Luo Zuyun Mountain appeared in his mind. He thought to himself: "If the body and head of the demon general who protects the world can be united, the battle will be better." How powerful is it?"

Prajna's face was always solemn, and he saw some clues and said: "Wentong is indeed a first-class figure in the Hades Palace. His cultivation is unfathomable. Go, leave this place quickly."

She and Xiao Hei took the divine step.

One step forward and you will be 129,600 miles away.

However, they only took one step before they were intercepted by a clone of Master Wentong.

Xiao Hei turned around, looked through the void, towards the battlefield 129,600 miles away, and then looked at the clone of Great God Wentong in front of him, and said: "What a good guy, you can actually launch a clone after fighting against Chi Xingtian."

The clone smiled coldly: "If it were Chi Xingtian from a hundred thousand years ago, I might be a little more wary. It's just a head that has been refined for a hundred thousand years. How can it be my opponent?"

The clone's hands attacked at the same time, launching two magical powers, the White Moon Splitting Light and the Red Sun Heavenly Furnace.

The sun and moon rise together, one cold and the other hot.

In an instant, Xiao Hei and Prajna were suppressed under the sun and moon, unable to move even with all their strength. The divine power and regular divine patterns in their bodies were locked by strange power.

Wen Chu and Gushe Huanhuan were also attacked by the clones of Wentong, and failed to escape from Santu River.

…

Great God Wentong suppressed one hundred and eight stone swords with the divine world.

The real body took off and shot out eighteen god-locking chains.

The chain became hundreds of miles long and as thick as a dragon, and fell onto the eighteen locks on Chi Xingtian's head.

Master Wentong grabbed the eighteen divine chains with one hand and sneered: "Chi Xingtian, I know you want to shake things up, but unfortunately you are already a caged beast, destined to be a slave."

"Roar!"

Chi Xingtian's head roared loudly, and a large amount of thunder and lightning and divine energy surged out from his neck, condensing into a gaseous body.

Soon, a phantom of a 10,000-foot-tall god and demon condensed, grabbing the eighteen god-chains with both hands, trying to break free from the suppression. However, how powerful is Wentong's cultivator? His body stood motionless in the void, with a ferocious smile in his eyes.

"Take a good look at your appearance now. You have been dead for a hundred thousand years. Just be my weapon!"

The Great God Wentong released the death energy and spiritual power to activate the curse pattern carved on Chi Xingtian's head.

The curse pattern is black and was carved by the master of the Underworld Palace himself, specifically to suppress the will of Chi Xingtian's soul.

As the curse lines emerged, Chi Xingtian seemed to be in great pain, and he let out screams and screams that could be heard even a hundred thousand miles away.

What was heard was the laughter of Master Wentong.

Xiao Hei held up a red scorching sun with both hands, as if suppressed by a divine furnace. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn it! If this emperor hadn't been sealed by Xumi Old Bald Donkey for a hundred thousand years, how could he be so arrogant? Chance?"

A pair of flame wings spread out on Xiao Hei's back. The feathers can breathe and swallow the divine flames in the red sun above.

On the other side, Prajna was pressed under a cold white moon.

Her eyes were focused, wanting to use Taishang's formations to break the predicament at hand.

"Ouch!"

A tiger roar came from the southeast.

Prajna looked over and saw that the water turned into gold.

On the horizon, Zhang Ruochen rode a white tiger and rushed towards him, holding Shen Yuan's ancient sword in his hand.

The Golden Burial White Tiger lent his divine power to Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow."

Zhang Ruochen was a hundred miles away, swung his sword and smashed the white cold moon pressing on Prajna's head, turning it into regular divine patterns and flying out in disorder.

The gold-buried white tiger's feet step on the water, as if walking on flat ground, from far to near.

Zhang Ruochen, who was riding on its back, stretched out an arm and grabbed Prajna's wrist. Her slender and beautiful figure flew in the air and landed behind Zhang Ruochen.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Prajna walking away, Xiao Hei yelled: "There is still my emperor here!"

After a while, the buried golden white tiger left and returned.

On the tiger's back, in addition to Zhang Ruochen and Prajna, there are two more people, Gu She Huanhuan and Wen Chu.

Zhang Ruochen pierced the scorching red sun suppressing Xiao Hei's head with his sword and helped him escape. Then, he rode the golden white tiger and turned into a golden light, rushing towards the depths of the water.

Wen Chu was worried and said: "Those who can't escape, Wentong will not give us a chance to escape."

"Even if you can't escape, you still have to fight." Zhang Ruochen's power and the divine power of the Golden Burial White Tiger were completely combined. His skin glowed with golden light, and his divine aura was much stronger than Wen Chu and Prajna.

"You run away later, and I'll stop Wentong." Wen Chu's eyes showed a cold look.

Everyone couldn't help but look at him, knowing that he wanted to blow up his divine source and risk his life.

They might not be able to kill someone of the level of Master Wentong, but this is their only way.

Everyone's mood became heavy.

ahead.

A wave of water rolled up and turned into a wall of water connecting to the sky, blocking the path of the Golden Buried White Tiger.

Master Wentong is suspended in front of the water wall, holding eighteen divine chains in his hand. On the other end of the chain, Chi Xingtian's head was bleeding from all the orifices, sometimes screaming, sometimes roaring, extremely miserable.

The gold-buried white tiger's eyes stared at the Great God Wentong, and a pillar of golden air spewed out from its nostrils.

Great God Wentong said: "Bury the Golden White Tiger, and the Hades Palace intends to form an alliance with the Ancient Nest of Gods. If you submit to me, in the future, I will be the master of the Palace of Hades, and you will be the king of the Ancient Nest of Gods."

The divine power of Wentong God was like a hundred thousand mountains pressing down on them.

"If I don't surrender, are you going to kill me?" The Golden Burying White Tiger's voice was rich.

Master Wentong smiled and said: "If I kill you and seize your divine source, you can still analyze many prehistoric secrets. Therefore, you should think clearly before answering. You only have one chance."

"Don't think about it, I won't submit to anyone. If you want to fight, I will let you see the power of prehistoric times."

The light of the word "Bury" between the eyebrows of the Golden Burying White Tiger increased tenfold, and a layer of golden light surged out from his body, pushing Zhang Ruochen, Prajna, Xiao Hei, Wen Chu, and Gu She Huanhuan all flying out.

The dense burial gold rules and divine patterns spread from its feet, covering hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant.

That mighty power made Master Wentong slightly moved.

However, just after the Ji Dao Burial Gold Qi spread out, the rules of heaven and earth came back crazily, condensing destructive power. Above the Golden White Tiger, a dark cloud of death appeared, and the power of heaven descended.

Master Wentong raised his head and glanced at the cloud of death, and laughed loudly: "With your cultivation, you can't kill me. However, you will soon be killed by the power of God. In this era, there is no room for you, a prehistoric Creatures.”

The voice of the Golden White Tiger came to Zhang Ruochen's ears: "Hurry up, the power of heaven descends, I will definitely die, I can only hold on for a while as long as possible, let's go! Let's go now!"

Facing the Great God Wentong, even the true God is helpless.

Prajna released his spiritual energy, wrapped around Zhang Ruochen, and planned to take him away by force.

Zhang Ruochen felt extremely uncomfortable and stared at Master Wentong, remembering his appearance deeply. Xiao Hei was even colder and angry, even more angry than Zhang Ruochen.

Suddenly, a bright light came from the northwest.

And it was accompanied by clear and sweet songs, like someone playing the piano, and someone playing the flute... The sound of singing, dancing, and orchestra diluted the infinite murderous intent on the water.

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

I saw.

A white paper boat sailed slowly over.

The shape of the paper boat is like a thousand paper cranes, as transparent as jade, white and dust-free.

There are temples built on the ship with lights on.

On the bow of the paper boat, there is a seven-colored sacred bone, which is three thousand feet high and emits the glazed Buddha light. The glazed Buddha light dissipated the Yin Qi on the Santu River, turning the heaven and earth into seven colors.

The paper boat seemed to have come here on a special trip, or it seemed like an ordinary boat crossing the river that had strayed here by mistake.

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and saw a familiar figure on the paper boat. It was the young woman in red whom I met in the Goddess Building, who called herself Xiaoxiao. She once invited Zhang Ruochen on behalf of her master, but unfortunately Zhang Ruochen refused.

"White Paper Thousand Crane Ships, Glazed Seven-Colored Lanterns." After hearing Chu recited this sentence, joy appeared in his eyes, and then turned to worry.

The White Paper Thousand Crane Boat is the flower boat of Queen White, the leader of the Twelve Goddess.

The White Queen is definitely a more terrifying figure than the Great God Wentong. Her arrival may not be a good thing, but maybe it is also for Zhang Ruochen's secrets and the supreme holy weapon.

It is true that there is a fierce spirit in front and an evil spirit behind.