God Emperor

Latest website: In ancient times, there was a big chun. Eight thousand years was its spring, eight thousand years was its autumn, and thirty-two thousand years was its year.

The sacred tree is extremely ancient, and it is unknown how many years it has been in existence.

It grows in this restricted area of ​​​​the sea area. Time-marked light spots gather in large numbers in the sea area. The spirit is strong and the rules of heaven and earth are active. It is a place that is of great benefit to the cultivation of gods.

The sacred tree has spiritual wisdom, but its combat power is not very strong.

The gods of the Tianchu Civilization of the past dynasties, in order to protect the divine chun tree, arranged a large number of formations and divine patterns in this restricted area of ​​​​the sea. On the sea, there are twelve formation towers.

The trunk of the divine chrysanthemum tree is thicker than the peach tree. There are a large number of roots along the trunk and piercing into the sea water. The smaller roots are hundreds of meters thick.

It is autumn and the leaves are golden.

The color of thousands of miles of sea was reflected into gold.

The army of Tianchu Civilization stood guard under the twelve formation towers. They stepped on the golden sea water, held the holy spear and the holy spear, and the holy energy emanating from their bodies was entangled together, which was like a rainbow.

Luo Jinshu is the second son of King Yu, a high-ranking god, and is responsible for guarding the divine Chun tree.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, with golden armor and dragon-shaped tiger bones hanging outside the Taoist robe. He looked resolutely at the army of dead people outside the numerous formations.

Yuetong Zhenjun is also the superior god of the Tianchu Civilization. He arrived not long ago and is responsible for assisting Luo Jinshu in activating the formation to resist the attack of the hell army.

True Lord Yue Tong looked at the rear of the Execution Clan army in the distance, where there was a wide opening in space, and said coldly: "The restricted area of ​​​​the sea area is eight million miles wide, why is the space split here? There must be traitors, and they are afraid of hell. Realm, the location of the Divine Chun Tree was revealed in exchange for the opportunity to be a slave."

Luo Jinshu's eyes were gloomy and he said: "There is no point in complaining about these things now. Defending the formation and blocking the attack from the hell realm is more important than anything else. If the spiritual roots of heaven and earth are lost, the spiritual energy of the great world of Tianchu Civilization will dry up. The Qi will dissipate and the boundary-protecting formation will be severely weakened."

"Even the divine formation in the starry sky relies on the divine energy of Tianchu Civilization to fully activate and resist the Shura Star Pillar Realm."

"If the sacred tree is cut off, we will be doomed, and billions of creatures in the world will also be wiped out..."

At the end of the sentence, Luo Jinshu's voice was choked with sobs.

Because he knows better than anyone else that that day will definitely come, but sooner or later. Everything he is doing now is just a desperate struggle, but he is unwilling to give up and wants to fight against fate.

True Lord Yue Tong whispered: "I heard that if you retain the fire, you can allow a god to be the guardian of the fire..."

Luo Jinshu looked at him with eyes as bright as a torch.

True Lord Yue Tong saw Luo Jinshu's dissatisfaction, but still said: "If the two of us blocked the attack of the dead army this time, it would be considered a great achievement. Jinshu, I know that you have to coexist and die with the Tianchu civilization. However, I want to protect the next generation of Tianchu Civilization so that Tianchu Civilization can regain its glory somewhere in the universe after several Yuan Hui."

Luo Jinshu was angry in his heart, but he knew that everyone had their own ambitions and could not be forced. Moreover, now he had to use the power of Lord Yue Tongzhen to protect the divine Chun tree, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger.

This gave him a strong sense of powerlessness!

Most people are afraid of death and destruction.

Survival is just instinct.

Nothing wrong at all!

He was lonely in his heart, but his eyes were firm, and he said: "The attack of the army of the dead is coming!"

In addition to the numerous formations of the Divine Chun Tree, the army of dead tribes continuously rushed out from the cracks in space. The gray death energy enveloped the sea surface, corroding the divine patterns, and the aura was rotten and cold.

The ten great monarchs of the dead race have arrived across the realm one after another. All of them are true gods. In the hell realm, they are all overlords of one side. They have a star field as their territory and are worshiped by trillions of monks.

The Red Soul Lord's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the High God, and he has gray wings on his back.

As soon as he arrived in the world of Tianchu Civilization, he manifested a giant divine body and used his divine body to break through the divine patterns imprisoned in the sea.

The god's body soon grew to more than three thousand feet tall, and there was lightning and thunder all around him.

Immediately afterwards, he released the divine world. As soon as a corner of a black earth world appeared in front of him, a powerful divine pattern was touched.

"Boom!"

That corner of the divine world was destroyed by the power erupted from the divine pattern.

The fragments of the world fell into the sea.

A white-haired man wearing a silver-white divine robe flew out of the crack in space and said, "Be careful, that is the divine pattern carved by the old god of the early civilization."

"I've seen the God Priest."

The dead sergeants kowtowed and saluted.

Even the ten monarchs nodded slightly to show respect.

The God Priest of the Temple of Death looked calmly, without being arrogant or impatient, and said: "The formations and divine patterns here are of no small importance. Let's build the Zhenwen altar first."

"yes!"

The ten monarchs all showed giant divine bodies, each as towering as a mountain. They breathed rivers of divine energy from their mouths and appeared in all directions of the sacred tree, exerting magical powers.

Break the divine pattern and destroy the formation.

Behind them, thousands of monks from the holy realm of the dead were building altars with stone patterns.

The altar was only half-built, and the strange power formed by the suppression stone had already begun to affect the divine patterns and formation inscriptions. This made Luo Jinshu and Yuetong Zhenjun realize that something was wrong!

With the means left by the gods of past generations, even if the top god of the dead tribe comes, Luo Jinshu is confident to block it.

However, once the Zhenwen altar is built, it is very likely that the divine patterns and formation inscriptions of the patron saint Chun Shu will become useless. Luo Jinshu couldn't imagine the consequences.

True Lord Yue Tong couldn't calm down and said: "The Zhenwen Stone is extremely rare, how can they bring so many here? No, the Zhenwen Altar must be destroyed."

"You stay here and I'll go!"

Luo Jinshu had tried before, but all the attacks he fired were broken by the ten monarchs.

You must break out of the formation and break out of the encirclement formed by the ten monarchs to have a chance to destroy the Zhenwen Altar. But this chance is very slim, because behind the ten monarchs, there is also a god priest whose cultivation is unfathomable.

Next to the sacrifice to the god of heaven, a large number of monks from the holy realm of the dead were also building altars. It was unknown what their purpose was. This also made Luo Jinshu extremely uneasy.

Fight!

Only with the determination to fight to the death can it be possible to accomplish this absolutely impossible thing.

True Lord Yue Tong believed that he did not have the courage of Luo Jinshu and said, "Go ahead and leave this place to me!"

Luo Jinshu clenched his fingers and activated the golden armor on his body. Bright brilliance erupted all over his body, and with a long roar, he passed through the layers of formations and went straight to the direction of the Zhenwen altar.

Four of the ten monarchs looked at each other.

Lord Yuantian smiled and said: "Luo Jinshu is the son of God King Yu. Although he is only in the middle stage of upper god cultivation, we still have to pay more attention to it. Leave it to me!"

Lord Yuantian is at the peak of the cultivation of the upper gods.

The most important thing is that he survived the Yuanhui catastrophe, so his cultivation and combat power are considered top-notch among the peak gods. It is naturally more than enough to deal with a mid-level high-ranking god.

In the divine world of Lord Yuantian, a massive amount of death energy surged out.

The death energy burned and turned into divine flames.

"Hellfire Source Blade!"

Lord Yuantian used his magical power to condense the divine flame into a source sword hundreds of feet long, slashed through the air and struck at Luo Jinshu's only way to the Zhenwen altar.

The temperature of the Hellfire Source Blade was so high that the entire sea area was boiling.

Luo Jinshu knew that his cultivation level was far inferior to that of Lord Yuantian, so he did not confront him head-on. He pulled up his body and rushed high into the sky, avoiding the Hellfire Source Sword.

Lord Yuantian seemed to have expected that he would do this. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and a gray air came out of his mouth.

"call!"

There is a bronze bead in the spirit.

One by one, the divine words flew out from the bronze beads and turned into an ancient scripture.

Luo Jinshu couldn't avoid it, so he summoned a purple-black wooden stick and swung it out. Thousands of thunder dragons emerged from the stick and collided with the ancient scripture suspended in the void.

"Boom!"

The collision of two mighty divine powers turned the world upside down, and divine patterns appeared all over the sky.

"Luo Jinshu!"

Suddenly, Lord Yuantian's deafening voice sounded behind Luo Jinshu.

Without looking back, Luo Jinshu sensed that a huge shadow of the God of Death appeared behind him, with fierce aura and ferocious eyes. He cupped his fists and bombarded him.

At this critical moment, Luo Jinshu did not turn around to defend himself, but looked towards the Zhenwen altar. The divine blood in his body burned, and he burst out at the fastest speed and rushed over.

Just as the phantom of Death's fists came down, Luo Jinshu swung out his right hand and created a formation pattern.

After the formation map was unfolded, it turned into a towering sacred mountain of gold and stone, which was ten thousand feet high, with a large number of formation inscriptions flashing on the mountain.

"Boom!"

The fists of the phantom of Death smashed the sacred mountain of gold and stone, and the powerful aftermath of divine power impacted Luo Jinshu.

Luo Jinshu's body-protecting divine light was all shattered, and divine blood flowed from his mouth. However, he ignored it, and a black spear appeared in his hand, and he threw it suddenly, hitting the Zhenwen altar.

"Damn it, I even risked my own life to destroy the altar!"

Being pushed past by a mid-level god, Lord Yuantian felt that his face was dull and he couldn't help but get angry. He dodged and pursued him.

"With your cultivation level, you want to destroy the altar?"

The God Priest stood suspended in the air, his body exuding silvery white brilliance, and he tapped lightly with his fingers.

The black spear that was originally flying towards the Zhenwen altar melted inch by inch and turned into metal droplets. Drops of metal liquid spilled down and landed among the dead soldiers, causing screams.

The monks under the Great Sage will be killed immediately if they get it.

Even the body of the great sage was penetrated by drops.

The God Priest's eyes were indifferent, as if the deaths of those monks in the Holy Realm of the Dead had nothing to do with him.

Luo Jinshu stared at this scene in confusion. A soldier that was close to the supreme holy weapon melted like this. The opponent's cultivation was too terrifying.

Just when he was about to rush directly to the altar of Zhenwen, a flaming divine blade slashed from behind, like a dazzling light streak, cutting off the divine pattern, cutting off the rules, and all the protection of Luo Jinshu The defenses were shattered like paper.

"Pfft!"

Luo Jinshu's divine body was cut off at the waist, the air of death invaded his body, and the pain penetrated his soul.

Lord Yuantian held the flame divine blade at the level of the supreme holy weapon and showed a cold smile. This blow was the true strength of the peak god who had survived the Yuanhui catastrophe.

"Junior Brother Jinshu, I'm here to help you!"

Feng Qi appeared on the horizon, accompanied by the colorful nine-tailed heart fox.

However, seeing that there were actually ten monarchs of the dead tribe here, the two of them slowed down sharply and stopped in the distance, not approaching immediately.