God Emperor

Latest website: In the eyes of Qingkong Sword King, the black pupils spread outward, filling the entire eyeball.

Three different laughters sounded in the space near Qingkong Sword King.

One is tender, the other is rich, and the other is hoarse.

In the divine world of Qingkong Sword King, three figures with astonishing evil aura walked out. Each of their auras were very powerful, and the fluctuations they emitted shook the surrounding formations of light walls through countless numbers.

One of the figures, an embroidered big-headed rag doll, said with a harsh smile: "Feng Yunba, Xuanyuan Qing, Shang Hong, your end has come, surrender and the Dark Temple, there should be a way to survive! Haha!"

It's weird, it laughs like there are thousands of overlapping sounds.

The sound contained powerful fluctuations in spiritual power, causing all the monks under the Great Sage on the divine ship to collapse to the ground, holding their heads and wailing in extreme pain.

Even the Great Sage needs to use all his strength to fight.

"Earth-eating!"

"Human skin lantern!"

"Zhao Wuyan!"

Xuanyuan Qing read out three names in succession, his eyes were extremely cold and his heart sank into the abyss.

The three people in front of them are all first-class evil beings in the Dark Temple. Any appearance of any one of them can disturb the starry sky. With three people arriving together, plus a Qingkong Sword King who was controlled by Wuyue, today was truly the end of the world.

It’s Ragnarok in heaven!

The only chance now is the attack formation of the Xufeng Divine Ship. If the attack formation is fully activated, there will be a chance for a comeback.

"Submit to the Dark Temple, you may be dreaming."

Xuanyuan Qing grabbed the Divine Sword of Light with both hands, and the divine energy in his body was running wildly, and he thrust it into the ground.

"Wow! Wow! Wow..."

Countless white lightsabers rushed up from the ground, and the rules of heaven and earth in the surrounding space were all transformed into rules of light and rules of swordsmanship, condensing into a sword field of light, spreading towards the three major gods of the Dark Temple and the Sword King of Clear Sky.

Zhao Wuyan was riding on the back of a five-foot-tall red-hued ghost beast, wearing dark armor. He laughed deeply and said, "Xuanyuan Qing, are you seeking death by running your divine energy like this?"

The big-headed rag doll named "Earth Eater" smiled and said: "She is stalling for time and wants to trap us."

"I'll stop her, and you go destroy the formation center on the Xuefeng Shenship."

The human skin lantern emits bright light all over its body. It has long black hair, and its skin is covered with sewing stitches. It holds a battle ax that exudes a strong dark aura, crushes white lightsabers, and attacks Xuanyuan Qing. .

"Xuanyuan Qing, your cultivation level is just that of Taibai for the first time, and it is far from that of your brother!"

"Nine forms of underworld killing."

"Boom!"

The human skin lantern was chopped out with an axe.

All the lightsabers between him and Xuanyuan Qing shattered, and the overwhelming divine power spread outward, knocking away the monks standing outside the sword area. Those with weaker cultivation levels were directly transformed into a pool of blood and mud.

"So strong! The combat power of this human skin lantern may not even be a match for Xuanyuan Qing in his prime." Zhang Ruochen looked at Qingkong Sword King, Devouring Earth, and Zhao Wuyan.

I saw them turning into three divine lights and rushing towards the formation center of the Xufeng Divine Ship.

The small formations and divine patterns of the divine ship were unable to stop them at all, and could only block them slightly for a moment.

"We can't let them destroy the center of the formation, otherwise all of us will die here today."

The gods of the Wind Clan and all the gods in the Temple of Light, including Shang Hong and Jialinan, knew that the situation was critical and did not bother to refine the Huangquan flower toxin in their bodies, turn it into rays of divine light, and go to intercept the three gods.

Zhao Wuyan stopped, holding a strange warrior with a crescent-shaped blade in his hand, laughed loudly, and swung it out in the air.

"Bang bang!"

Three gods in a row were split open and turned into blood mist and bone fragments.

Of course it’s a false god!

"I'm here to stop them."

Qingkong Sword King pointed out, and a huge sword as bright as the scorching sun flew out from his fingertips and rushed straight towards Shang Hong.

Shang Hong pressed his right arm forward and displayed his magical power, and the sky glowed in front of him.

"Bang!"

Xiaguang was torn apart by the sword energy, Shang Hong's divine body was pierced, and a large amount of divine blood flew out.

However, the strange thing is that Shang Hong's broken body was divided into three parts and turned into three identical divine bodies. Each of them used their magical powers to withstand the next attack of the Qingkong Sword King.

Zhang Ruochen was conflicted in his heart. The current situation was very unfavorable to Heaven. Defeat was only a matter of time. He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to save Xiao Hei and Xue Tu and then escape.

However, the friendship between Feng Yan, Feng Xi, Lian Xi, and even Feng Xuan was deep or shallow. How could he just walk away like this?

If we run away like this, how much regret and sorrow will we leave behind in the future?

But if you don't leave, you will have to pay a huge price, ranging from exposing your identity and hidden secrets to losing your life.

This is truly a matter of life and death!

At this time, Zhang Ruochen saw Feng Xi taking advantage of the melee among the gods to pursue the Earth-devouring God of the Dark Temple alone, and cursed in his heart, he really didn't want his life!

Zhang Ruochen could no longer care about anything else. He took out a wolf head talisman and crushed it into pieces. Then, holding the Qingping Sword, he rushed towards the area where the gods were fighting.

Zhao Wuyan, who was riding on the back of the ghost beast, saw him. Under the siege of the gods, he was still able to move with ease and swung his soldiers to attack Zhang Ruochen from the air.

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen threw thousands of defensive talismans, but they were all beaten into powder.

The crescent-shaped divine light broke through the talisman patterns and struck directly.

"Fourteen of Swords!"

Qingping sword slashed out.

A green lotus bloomed in front of Zhang Ruochen, its light was bright and its sword energy soared into the sky.

"boom!"

The green lotus exploded and turned into thousands of sword energy.

Zhang Ruochen was thrown hundreds of feet away. With every step he took, the ground would crack open. The skin of the arm holding the sword exploded, and divine blood flowed out. However, he took advantage of the opportunity to escape from Zhao Wuyan's divine world and chase Feng Xi ahead.

A strange color flashed in Zhao Wuyan's eyes. Although he had just struck a casual blow, it was definitely not something that the Heaven-Building Realm spirit could stop.

However, the Taoist priest not only blocked it, but also didn't appear to be injured at all, which was incredible.

When Zhao Wuyan saw the Taoist priest chasing in the direction of Devouring the Earth, a cruel smile appeared in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man.

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Feng Yan knew that his cultivation was no different from an ant in front of the gods. However, he saw the gods of the heaven falling into a pool of blood one after another, and the monks in the holy realm he was familiar with died one by one. His eyes were bloodshot, and he just wanted to rush out and fight with the gods of the dark temple.

He has this kind of blood and the fear of life and death.

Fengyun Ba opened his eyes and said: "You stay!"

Feng Yan showed a look of great joy and said, "Father, have you refined the toxin of the underworld flower?"

Feng Yunba stood up slowly, his face still very pale, but his eyes were extremely cold and his body was as resolute as a mountain.

When he looked at Feng Yan, there was a soft look in his eyes, and he said: "As a father, I can't survive this disaster! But you still have a chance. You have awakened the bloodline of Chunyang Tianzun with three heads and six arms, and you have a chance to awaken Chunyang Tianzun. The sword spirit of the Yang Shen Sword. However, you are in the holy realm now and your bloodline is not strong enough, so you need to accept the baptism of the divine calamity. The sword spirit can help you kill the enemy!"

"In your current state, you still can't survive the divine calamity. As a father, I'm here to help you."

Feng Yunba's face was full of exhaustion, and he pressed his palms on Feng Yan's shoulders. A stream of pure and yang power in his body continued to penetrate into his body.

Feng Yan could not move, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Don't shed tears. Look at this battlefield and the dead Wind Clan monks. Keep the blood and hatred in your heart and turn it into an unswerving motivation for cultivation. If you don't break the divine realm and avenge them, you are not worthy. Become a man of the Wind Clan." Feng Yunba shouted.

Feng Yan gritted his teeth and tried to open his eyes wide, looking at the tragic scene in front of him.

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As Zhang Ruochen moved forward, all the formations had been destroyed and all the divine patterns were torn apart.

The ground was full of bloody corpses, and most of them couldn't even keep their bodies intact. Broken bones, broken arms, and heads could be seen everywhere, and it was too horrible to look at.

A quarter of an hour ago, they were still the iron-blooded Holy Army.

A god died, his body was cut into hundreds of pieces by an extremely sharp weapon, and even his soul was disintegrated.

The more Zhang Ruochen watched, the more frightened he became, because he recognized this god. He was not a false god, but a powerful true god of the Wind Clan named Fengxu.

How strong is that rag doll-like existence?

Such a powerful true god has no power to fight back in front of it. Moreover, Fengxu's spiritual will and soul were wiped out at an extremely fast speed.

Weird, scary.

If he hadn't seen Feng Xi standing in front of him, he would have run away immediately and would never provoke that rag doll.

Feng Xi stood frozen on the spot, staring straight at a seventy-two-story formation tower in front of him.

That is the formation center of the Xufeng Divine Ship. Thunder and lightning are densely surrounding the formation tower, and divine patterns are intertwined. The divine pattern is an ancient heaven-level divine pattern, which contains the power to kill gods. Even if a great god wants to force his way in, it will not be easy.

The big-headed rag doll stood under the formation tower, pointing its finger upward. A spiritual thread on the fingertip rushed upward, wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck, and hung him in the air.

That way, it's like lifting a fish out of the water without closing the pole.

The key is, it doesn't have a rod in its hand, just a string.

Feng Xuan was a high-ranking god with a perfect cultivation level. Even if he was wrapped around his neck, he should have the power to resist. But now, the power in the body seems to be locked up, and no matter how hard he struggles, it is useless.

The big-headed rag doll's eyes were red, its mouth was wide open, and it smiled at Mr. Mo standing at the door of the tower: "Open the formation and divine patterns, and I will let him go."

Mr. Mo had already woken up and snorted: "You are dreaming."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it!"

The big-headed rag doll was disappointed and closed his fingers.

The spiritual thread wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck suddenly tightened, and with a "pop" sound, divine blood splashed, and Feng Xuan's head separated from his body and fell from the air.

Mr. Mo roared angrily, causing a divine thunder to fall from the sky.

The big-headed rag doll pressed its palm into the void, formed a dark cloud of spiritual power, blocked the divine thunder, and said: "The attack array of the Xufeng Divine Ship requires the support of several gods to fully activate. Momo, what you are inducing now How can you defeat me with strength? How come your mental power hasn’t broken through to level 80 yet?"

"I alone can activate the attack formation."

Mr. Mo's peach head burned, and he was obviously going to fight for his life. He separated out twelve mental clones in a row, stood in various directions of the formation tower, formed seals with his hands, and under the control of mental power, the formation tower slowly rotated. .

but……

"Boom!"

The divine ship shook violently, and cracks appeared in the hull.

Mr. Mo looked up and saw a magical talisman that was thousands of miles long, pressing down from the sky. On the talisman, billions of talisman patterns flowed like rivers, converging into a skull pattern.

Wuyue's figure stood above the talisman.

"Oh my God, the Talisman of the Sorrow Picture! How could it be the Talisman of the Sorrow Picture? God is going to destroy our Wind Clan!" Mr. Mo was extremely angry and looked up to the sky and roared sadly.

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Chapter 2 will be updated in the evening.