"Wow—"

The ancient sword of Chenyuan was like a black light, shuttled through the dense vines. With the sound of metal collisions, the war tools in the hands of the struggling undead were swallowed and refined one by one by one by it.

When the Blood Tu arrived, he found that the battle had ended. Looking at the sea of ​​thunder and fire vines in front of him, a heat current couldn't help but rushing straight to the top of his head from his heart.

That's right!

Following Zhang Ruochen, you can indeed get lucky.

During the Battle of Sky Hunting, the combat power of the Saint Flowers in the Thousand Questions Realm is only at the level of the Great Saint of the Thousand Questions Realm. How long has it been, now its combat power is even more terrifying than that of the Great Saint at the peak of the Ten Thousand Death Realm! I wonder if it has reached the level of the Supreme Realm.

Ji Fanxin put away the sub-god class ship and flew to the floating island with a space teleportation array.

Around the teleportation array, there were corpses and bones of the black-robed undead spirits, all of which were shot dead by Zhang Ruochen. Only one ghost clan in black robes was fixed there by the Nether Light Curse and motionless.

Zhang Ruochen took out the sundial to slow down the time flow rate of the entire floating island. Then, he carefully studied the space teleportation array, nodded constantly, and said, "Gao Ming, really is smart. Even I can't compare to your research on the space teleportation array."

I want to arrange a space teleportation array that spans hundreds of millions of miles, with a complexity of even more than a ninth-grade formation.

The attainment of formations can at least reach the level of a ground master.

Space attainments cannot be weak.

The mental power must exceed 69th level.

All three conditions must be met, and with a large amount of precious space materials, only this level of teleportation array can be arranged.

I have to say that the great saint of the ghost clan is an amazing talent.

Xue Tu flew to the floating island and laughed: "Senior Brother doesn't know that this night tour master is as famous as the seven-handed old man of the Gambler God. They are all listed as one of the twelve scattered cultivators in the Hell Realm. That is, if you meet Senior Brother Gaoming in Space Attainment, it will be difficult for other monks to keep him. If the Earth Demon Ghost City can invite him to set up the formation, it must have paid a high price."

In fact, Xue Tu was very surprised. After all, as far as he knew, the mental power of this Yeyou master reached the sixty-ninth level, and his cultivation seemed to be at the peak of the life of one death.

Even if Zhang Ruochen's spatial attainments are better than Master Yeyou, he can prevent him from escaping.

But how could it be possible to use the curse to hold him down?

"Zhang Ruochen is indeed unfathomable, and he doesn't know what a great trump card is hidden in his body. Master Yeyou has the experience of escaping from the hands of the false god, but he is unable to escape from his hands." Xue Tu was deeply shocked and a sense of awe came from the bottom of his heart.

Respect and awe.

Of course, Xue Tu didn’t know that it was possible to imprison Master Yeyou, but it was actually Zhang Ruochen and the Seven-Handed Old Man who worked together to do it.

It was the Nether Light Man who used the Seven-Handed Old Man urged the Ten Thousand Curse Dzi Beads to cast.

Master Yeyou could never have imagined that in Zhang Ruochen's body, there was a master who was not weaker than his mental power. He was unable to defend himself and then fell into trouble.

Zhang Ruochen's spatial attainments are of course more than Master Yeyou, but his practice and research are more about attack methods than teleportation arrays.

"Zhang Ruochen, give me a good time. This master will not surrender. Kill me, refine my soul, and let my soul go away." Master Yeyou's voice was hoarse, but his will was firm.

Ji Fanxin showed an admiration and said, "Master Yeyou is indeed as strong as the legendary one, and is not afraid of death. Such a person, even in the Hell Realm, can be regarded as a hero. If he had no hatred in the past, let him go!"

Obviously, Ji Fanxin is different from other monks in the heaven world. He does not have to kill monks in the hell world when they see monks in the hell world.

It is precisely because of this that she continues to regard Zhang Ruochen as a friend instead of turning against him.

Master Yeyou's eyes were sharp and said, "This master does not need any monks to pity. For the sake of the divine stone, he promised the Earth Demon Ghost City to help them build a teleportation array, but fell into the hands of the enemies of the Earth Demon Ghost City. This is all fate. Life is not as happy as death, nor fear of death. It's not that I have never died."

Xue Tu's heart was shocked again. Unexpectedly, he actually met a true fearless man who regarded life and death so lightly.

Apart from admiration, he could not describe his mood at this moment in other words.

The old man with seven hands smiled and sent a message to Zhang Ruochen: "Believe me, if you really kill him, he is more cowardly than anyone else. At the beginning, he claimed to escape from a false god. In fact, he knelt down and begged for mercy, cried, recognized his father, and offered all the divine stones on his body. The false god let him go. In fact, his false god's adoptive father is not as old as his."

Zhang Ruochen had no expression on his face and walked towards Master Yeyou. The ancient sword of Chenyuan flew into his hands and said, "Okay, I'll help you. I can just take your soul power and feed my eighteen Six Tribulation Ghost Kings."

"Zhang Ruochen!"

Master Yeyou suddenly roared like this, then burst into tears, and said sincerely: "I heard that humans have the most compassion. Since you have human blood, you only want you to protect a planet for me after killing me."

"On that planet, there are all humans I secretly rescued. Their world was destroyed, their country was destroyed, their family was destroyed, their wives and children were separated. Alas, if I died, the humans on this planet would definitely be killed by all the monks of the ghost clan and devour their souls. Please, protect this planet for me. Please!"

"Okay, I promise you." Zhang Ruochen held the hilt of the sword with both hands, stimulated the earth sword soul, and adjusted the slashing posture.

"Zhang Ruochen!"

Master Yeyou shouted again and said, "You...you haven't asked me yet where that planet is."

"It's okay, I can find out with my bloody family's strength."

Zhang Ruochen adjusted his slashing posture again.

Ji Fanxin showed an unbearable look, stopped Zhang Ruochen and said, "Can Zhang Ruochen give me a face and spare his life?"

"No, any monk holds a grudge. If you spare his life, there will be endless troubles." Zhang Ruochen was tough.

Jifan said in his heart: "I will exchange for the favor you owe me."

"This favor is not small." Zhang Ruochen said.

Jifan said in his heart: "I know."

Zhang Ruochen sighed in his heart, no wonder the Mandala Flower God wanted to seal her cultivation and mental power, allowing her to slowly practice from the lowest level.

Sure enough, there is still a lack of tempering.

Like her, let alone those cunning people who are in the divine realm, even if they are Xue Tu, they may be able to plot against her.

Of course, Ji Fanxin is actually extremely intelligent and wise among his peers. It can only be said that Master Yeyou is too smart and understands the weaknesses of human nature.

From the time Zhang Ruochen only suppressed him and did not kill him, he knew that Zhang Ruochen would not kill him.

Since this is the case, deliberately pretending to be unafraid of life and death will make Zhang Ruochen look up high, and his chances of saving his life will be greater.

When Zhang Ruochen was about to kill him, he immediately changed his attitude and began to play the emotional card, which won Zhang Ruochen's compassion and made Zhang Ruochen jealous.

After all, after killing him, all humans on a planet would die.

If it weren't for the Seven Hands Old Man, who was familiar with Master Yeyou, reminded that Zhang Ruochen, a monk with the heart of truth, might have been deceived by him and would have let him go. What's more, Ji Fanxin, who is facing life but not death?

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen seemed hesitant, Master Yeyou said righteously: "This girl doesn't have to plead for me. I can escape from the hands of the false god, but fall into the hands of a great saint of the Hundred Shackles Realm. I am content to be able to see such a world-class genius in this life. It should be my glory to be killed by an unparalleled Yuanhui-level genius in ancient and modern times."

Then, he said with a more swallowing voice: "Zhang Ruochen, after killing me, you must rush to that planet immediately. You must immediately. The humans on that planet cannot live without me for a moment. Please, please! Kill me, kill now!"

"You saw it too, he was determined to die."

Zhang Ruochen said to Ji Fanxin, and then slashed downwards with his sword.

Before the sword fell, Master Yeyou had already knelt down, stretched out a hand, and shouted: "Entertainment Father, wait."

Ji Fanxin and Xue Tu were stunned on the spot, looking at Master Yeyou in disbelief.

What's going on?

Zhang Ruochen was also a little stunned. What was surprised was that Master Yeyou would suddenly kneel down. After all, he had expected that he would admit defeat immediately.

What was surprising was that in such a short time, Master Yeyou actually resolved a lot of the Nether Light Curse and could move freely, but his mental power and cultivation were still cursed and could not be used.

He is worthy of being a strange man.

Master Yeyou pressed his hands on the ground and kowtowed three times in a row. Then, he raised his head, stared at Zhang Ruochen with tears in his eyes, and said, "I thought about it carefully, but after all, I was still worried about the humans on that planet. For them, I must live. Even if I kneel down, even if I recognize people as my father, I have to live strongly."

"Entertainment Father, can you accept the child? From now on, the child will be sent by you."

Ji Fanxin and Xue Tu still don’t understand. The legendary "Master of Night Tour" is not a strong man at all. The degree of greed for life and fear of death is worse than that of mortals.

Ji Fanxin was both ashamed and annoyed, and a coldness appeared in his eyes.

I thought she had experienced enough, had seen all kinds of things in the world, and had long been able to understand people's hearts. Now it seems that she has not experienced enough.

Soon she returned to calmness and indifference, convinced herself that this matter would only make herself grow and she would not make the same mistakes in the future.

Master Yeyou said that it would be 20,000 years old. Zhang Ruochen wanted to slash down with one sword when he shouted at him.

Zhang Ruochen knew very well that Master Yeyou was indeed a talent. Like the Seven-Handed Old Man, in some specific fields, there is a value that is difficult for gods to replace.

What's more, he is a casual cultivator.

If such talents can be used for themselves, they will be of many use.

Zhang Ruochen squatted down, his eyes level with Master Yeyou, and said, "Actually, from beginning to end, I never thought of killing you."

In the eyes of the Night Tour Master, a splendid ray of light burst into tears.

Zhang Ruochen patted his shoulder and said, "I don't want your adopted son, but you can make an exception to accept a registered disciple."

After Master Yeyou knew that he was plotting, he seemed to have seen it openly and stopped disguising himself, showing a sneer on his face.

In order to save his life, he could kneel down and call him to recognize someone as his father.

In extraordinary times, do extraordinary things.

What is more important than saving your life?

However, in his heart, he could not even look at a great saint in the Hundred Shackles Realm.

Zhang Ruochen said, "My cultivation is indeed very low. It seems that I am not worthy of being your master, but you have thought about another problem. Being my disciple is to be the disciple of the Sumeru Holy Monk. In the world, not any monk is qualified to be his disciple. If you want to further your space attainment or want to become a god, consider it more. Your life span should be short, right?"
Chapter completed!