The rain fell and everyone was shocked.

This is the goddess of the Temple of Destiny five thousand years ago.

In that era, Yu Qianchen was the best and most powerful genius in the world. He led the Hell Realm for a thousand years and was invincible in the same realm. She represented the Temple of Destiny and led the army of Hell Realm. She swept through many great worlds and killed many great saints.

In the eyes of all monks in the heavenly court and all worlds, she was once synonymous with invincibility. The most terrifying female devil was the supreme ruler in the hell realm.

As for the battle between the divine realms, it will not affect them too far away from them, and will not have much influence.

Five thousand years ago, when she stepped down from the position of Goddess, she was already the best-ranked strong man in the divine realm.

Five thousand years of accumulation have enabled her cultivation to reach the highest level. Whether it is the "peak of the supreme realm" or the "demigod", if she is in her hands, she will be defeated if she has less than ten breaths.

In fact, just her sixty-nine and a half-level mental power can be unique in the world.

However, it is such a powerful man who can stand alone in the world who once threatened the heavenly court and the world, but was killed by the Blood Spirit Immortal's sword. It is conceivable that after this news is spread, the reputation of the Blood Spirit Immortal will rise to how terrifying it will be.

"Sword Thirteen! I didn't expect that there were cultivators in the world who could cultivate Sword Thirteen to great success in the realm of the Great Saint. With this sword, the Blood Spirit Immortal is enough to be invincible in the world." Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly.

Zhang Ruochen thought he was also a sword genius, but he was still comprehending Sword Eleven and had not yet achieved great success.

Only practitioners know how difficult it is to practice "Writeless Sword Note".

The further you go, the harder it is.

You can practice successfully without hard work and time accumulation.

Jian Lingfeng felt as if he had suffocated just now, and he finally recovered for a long time and said, "What a terrible sword! Can the false gods catch this sword?"

"Master, this Blood Spirit Immortal is invincible under the divine realm, right? I think that Master Wuma might not be able to handle the sword just now." Shang Yue said in a trembling voice.

Jian Lingfeng shook his head and said, "Not necessarily! Wu Ma Jiuxing's sword force has climbed to the peak and can be cut with one sword for a moment. It is a perfect match. If they have never fought a strong man of their level, how can they know who is stronger?"

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Yu Qianchen's ghost body dissipated, and the "Sword Thirteen" that Gong Nanfeng shouted reached Xing Luo's ears.

Xing Luo is not a mediocre person, but the top existence in the world. It can be seen that although the Blood Spirit Fairy killed Yu Qianchen, she was also seriously injured. Therefore, her body changed and she hit her with a palm like a ghost.

When the palm is out, the rules of the holy path condense into the light and shadow of the Buddha Tower.

There is no superior high-level holy art, Dafutu palm seal.

The Blood Spirit Fairy's eyes were calm, as if she had expected it, and she pushed out her palm lightly.

"Bang!"

Xing Luo burst and retreated seven steps in a row.

The palm of the Blood Spirit Immortal is not only extremely powerful, but also the extreme thunder and lightning gushing out of the palm leaves three charred wounds on Xing Luo's right arm, which are ferocious and terrifying.

The wound is deep and can see the bones, which are bleeding and the pain is unbearable.

His entire right arm seemed to have lost consciousness and could not operate his strength.

The Blood Spirit Fairy flew out several miles away, and blood flowed from her mouth.

The chest was penetrated by an extremely fierce blade, and the blood hole left behind was also splashing blood, and the wound could not heal.

The energy and spirit in the body become weaker.

The price he paid for killing Yu Qianchen was too great, and his mental power and physical body were severely traumatized, so he fought against Xingluo and fell into a disadvantage.

The Blood Spirit Fairy let out a long roar, and the blood that had been lost from her chest flew backwards and turned into thin silk threads that were as thin as a blade of hair, wrapping her body.

The chest injury heals slowly.

Xing Luo took back the extremely fierce blade, his eyes were shocked: "How is it possible? The fierce aura and supreme power of the extremely fierce blade have already penetrated the wound and invaded his body. How could the wound heal so easily?"

The blood spirit fairy emitted silver light all over her body, and the butterfly wings on her back overflowed with blood. The heaven and earth turned into half silver and half blood red.

He was indeed extremely injured, but his momentum did not diminish. The stone sword in his hand sounded again, and the sound was sharp, which meant that the will in his heart was always indomitable.

Xingluo sighed: "I came for Wu Ma Jiuxing, but I didn't expect to meet you first. This era is indeed more exciting than any other era in the past, as predicted. Monsters emerge in many ways, and the strong will step on their corpses and enter the divine realm in the most brilliant way."

Xing Luo grabbed the mask of ghosts and gods floating in the air, put it on his face, and a starry sky spread under his feet, and a giant shadow of ghosts and gods appeared behind him, and the power burst out increased sharply.

Anyone can see that the Blood Spirit Immortal was seriously injured, but Xing Luo was helped by the ghost mask, and his combat power increased greatly.

One rises and the other falls.

If you continue to fight, the Blood Spirit Immortal will undoubtedly be defeated and may even be at risk of falling.

The Blood Spirit Fairy, beyond everyone's expectations, did not escape, but instead swung out the stone sword and took the initiative to attack. The surging blood energy that surged from his body turned into a surging blood river, colliding with the star sea at the foot of the star like the yellow spring in the universe.

On the other side, Grandma Haitang attacked the three high priests of the Temple of Destiny, trying to seize the divine artifact Tianshu Needle.

Grandma Haitang launched a mental attack, which made the three high priests exhausted from confrontation and had no other energy to activate the supreme holy weapon. In the mental duel, the three high priests were at a disadvantage. Every time Grandma Haitang made a step further, they took a step back.

The Emperor Wuyue Ming, who was healing, stood up, holding the Destiny Salute in his hand, and said, "The three high priests are not weak in their mental power, but they are still difficult to resist with the power of the three. The mental power of this colorful crabapple is really below the seventy level?"

Xianyuansha also stood up and looked at the old figure walking from the colorful rain of flowers all over the sky as if facing a great enemy.

Gong Nanfeng looked serious, and the Tianshu needle in his hand emitted a circle of divine light microwaves, saying, "Help me."

Gong Nanfeng threw the Tianshu needle up, slapped his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

After absorbing his blood, Tianshu Needle burst out with divine power like a tsunami. A series of divine light qi rays crashed through the clouds and rendered the sky of thousands of miles.

My destiny emperor, immortal source temple, crucian, and prajna are all mobilized to transform their own strength into pillars of light and rush towards the Tianshu needle.

The power of the Tianshu Needle increased by a little, and the light emitted made Zhang Ruochen, who was thousands of miles away, sting his eyes. On the back of the Xuanwu Divine Corpse, the other spiritual masters screamed, blood flowed out of their eyes, and all turned blind.

This is still thousands of miles away. If they were closer, they might have been hit by the power of the artifact and their bodies exploded.

Shang Yue, Yunhuan Iron Blood King and others were all shocked.

The endless rules of space, time marks, and swordsmanship wrap and wrap the Tianshu needle and pull it. The pulling force is far better than the purple gold gourd.

On the back of the Xuanwu God's Corpse, a group of great saints controlled the Great Light Sword and raided the three high priests.

Guanlingfeng stood in the center and completely released his mental power. Suddenly, countless formation inscriptions appeared on Xuanwu's back. In the formation, the sky and the earth became dark and the wind was shining.

The saint master who assisted the calculating wind to activate the "Xuanwu Sky-Swallowing Formation" was horrified to discover that the formation under him was like a bottomless pit, which not only quickly drained their mental power, but even began to devour their holy souls and blood.

"Master Di Master, I can't hold on anymore, stop the formation!"

"This formation...we can't be activated...ah...help...help..."

"I understand, I understand. When they decided to seize the artifact, we were bound to die. Now, we are just turning into the essence of the formation... We are all just tools of the Goddess Twelve Squares..."

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One after another, the spiritual masters were drained by the formation.

The mental power, holy soul, and blood were all sucked away and turned into mummies.

The Clay Wind held the staff in his hand and laughed wildly, both laughing at their ignorance and pity, and laughing excitedly because they were about to seize the artifact.

Zhang Ruochen's pretending was also drained, disguised as a shriveled corpse, and fell into the formation.

He could roughly guess that the capture of the Tianshu Needle by the Blood Spirit Fairy and Grandma Haitang must be related to the rescue of the Lord of the Moon God Island. He really wanted to destroy the plan of Forging Wind and let Grandma Haitang use Jiange to take away the Tianshu Needle.

However, reason told him that the forging wind that controls the Xuanwu Sky-Swallowing Formation is the time when its combat power is the strongest.

At this moment, even if the white tiger in the burial of gold and helps him, it will be difficult to achieve anything.

Seeing that the Tianshu Needle has been swept into the time and space vortex of Jiange, it is about to be taken away.

"Wow—"

The space fluctuated a little.

The huge body of the Xuanwu Divine Corpse rushed out of the clouds, slapped the vortex of time and space with one claw, and swallowed the Tianshu needle into his mouth with one mouthful.

"Bold, dare to seize the magic weapon, and kill without mercy."

The High Priest of the Angry Heaven roared angrily, and the High Priest of Death rushed up at the same time, each of whom had the supreme holy weapon.

The body of Xuanwu's divine corpse was blessed by Xuanwu's Heaven-Swallowing Formation, and its combat power was unparalleled. A snake tail was thrown out from Xuanwu's back and knocked the two high priests and two supreme holy weapons back.

The snake tail is part of the corpse of the gods, but it was bombarded by the supreme holy weapon and broke.

A large amount of divine blood sprinkled on the ground.

The Xuanwu Swallowing Heaven Formation was activated, and the mental power of the steadi wind was consumed greatly. He was a little unsteady and dared not fight. He quickly stimulated the space formation that had been arranged long ago.

"Wow!"

A white light flashed and the space fluctuated violently.

The huge body of the Xuanwu Divine Corpse disappeared into the sky.

The Tianshu Needle was taken away by the powerful people in the Heaven Realm!

This result was beyond the expectations of all monks.

All parties who are fighting, whether they are the giants of the top ten dark forces or the strongest temple of Destiny, stop.

The God of Fulu collected the Great Light Sword, stared at the sky, lost his mind for a long time, and asked, "Have you calculated that who took the Tianshu Needle?"

All monks shook their heads.

The God of Fulu searched everywhere and asked in surprise: "Where is Gong Nanfeng?"

Everyone shook their heads again, no one noticed where the Lord Sikong went. Maybe, in the chaos, he had been hit by the aftermath of the battle and his body turned into powder.
Chapter completed!