Above, the holy powers that covered the heaven and earth fell, and various wonders of the Taoist realm emerged.

Three black islands appeared above the head of the Great Sage of the Temple of Death, rising and falling in the space.

There is a supreme state like a two-headed python, and there are colorful rivers around you, and the sound of water is deafening.

There were also clouds of death, covering the entire huge stone altar, and lightning as thick as a bucket was shuttled through it.

Master Yeyou, the Seven-Handed Old Man, and the Blood Tu, all of them changed their faces.

They have seen the Supreme Realm Great Sage, but more than ten Supreme Realm are posing in the same time. How shocking the world and the ghosts are weeping. In the world, except for the powerful men of Wu Ma Jiuxing and Bai Qing'er who can look down on others, who is not afraid of other cultivators?

Zhang Ruochen knew that once he started climbing the huge rock altar, he would definitely not be able to hide his travels, so he was not too panic.

Everyone felt a flash of light in front of their eyes, and their bodies were slightly weightless, and they appeared in the Seven Star Imperial Palace. The palace protection array, the Great Saint Inscriptions, and the Divine Patterns of the Imperial Palace all appeared, forming layers of defense.

Suddenly, everyone calmed down a little. After all, the Seven Star Imperial Palace was refined by the God of Blood War, and the Great Saint's inscription and divine patterns were also burned by him. In addition, they were not weak, so they could use this palace to fight against the Temple of Death.

"Wow!"

The seven-handed old man reached the center of the hall, pressed his palm to the ground, and released all the sixty-ninth level mental power.

Suddenly, the patterns on the surface of the Seven Star Imperial Palace became brighter. Another wisp of divine mist surged out of the seven palaces and turned into a river of fog, protecting the Imperial Palace.

The stronger the cultivator is in charge of the Seven Star Imperial Palace, the stronger the defensive power that bursts out from the Seven Star Imperial Palace.

Zhang Ruochen could see that the Seven-handed Old Man is now truly surrendering to the blood-dead family, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

Originally, he snorted coldly: "Just with a Seven-Star Imperial Palace, I'm afraid I can't protect you."

Zhang Ruochen stood outside the palace gate, looked up, and said, "I know you masters from the Death Temple Ruyun, but it is probably not that easy to break through the Seven Star Imperial Palace or even suppress us."

“It may not be an easy task.”

Yuan Qianmo took out a one-foot-two-inch black metal pen, stood beside Huanzhen, immediately took out the purple ink block and inkstone, and ground out the purple-red ink juice.

Yuan Qianmo was stained with ink and outlined it in the air.

Master Yeyou stared at Yuan Qianmo above, his eyelids trembled and said, "No, it's Wusui magic pen and Jiufu corpse ink."

"A magical artifact?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"It is not a magical weapon, but the Wusui magic pen is very famous and is one of the magical weapons of the Temple of Death. Every master later became the king of the God Realm. The pen that was nurtured by the God Kings and Gods of Death Temple for generations, and the magic of it is not something we can imagine."

"The Nine Corrupted Corpse Ink is the ninth corrosive substance refined from the corrosive body, and it is also the strongest corrosive substance. It is said that one hundred thousand corrosive corpses can be used to refine a piece of mung bean. This corrosive substance specializes in breaking the inscriptions and divine patterns of the Great Saint."

"Use space power quickly and escape from here."

The night tour master just finished speaking.

Yuan Qianmo smiled and said, "I can't escape."

The secret patterns he outlined were strange and ferocious, like a ghost dancing and flew towards the Seven Star Imperial Palace and suppressed them.

The powerful corrosive power actually scattered into the Seven Star Imperial Palace through the Great Saint inscriptions, divine patterns, and defensive formations, making Zhang Ruochen's skin instantly turn gray and black.

This has not fallen yet, it is so terrifying. Once the Great Saint inscriptions and divine patterns of the Seven Star Imperial Palace are corroded, the corrosive force will flow in directly, wouldn’t they all die in it?

Just as Master Yeyou's knees were already trembling, a circular formation rose in the Seven Star Imperial Palace, and countless sky fires flew out of the formation, which confronted the secret patterns outlined by Yuan Qianmo.

"Rumbling."

After a fierce encounter, the secret pattern full of corrosive power was burned clean by the sky fire.

"What formation is so powerful?"

The great saints of the Temple of Death all showed surprise.

Yuan Qianmo narrowed his eyes, stared at the formation floating above the Seven Star Imperial Palace, and said, "No wonder you are so calm. It turns out that there is a world hand in the Seven Star Imperial Palace."

Ale, Cairo's earth master, and the blood wolf walked out of the palace gate and appeared beside Zhang Ruochen.

They have special identities and do not show up, so they stay in the Seven Star Palace.

Originally Ji shouted: "Zhang Ruochen, you are so brave, you actually colluded with the Heaven Realm."

"Originally, are there stones in your head? My senior brother colluded with the Heaven Realm? Go and tell the Temple of Destiny to see if they believe it or not." Xue Tu said.

Originally, Ji thought about it carefully, but he was speechless.

Yes, Zhang Ruochen colluded with monks from the Heaven Realm. If you say this, let alone the Temple of Destiny does not believe it, even monks from the Heaven Realm will not believe it.

What kind of ability does this kid Zhang Ruochen have to conquer Cairo Earth Master, Night Tour Master, and Seven-Handed Old Man who are far stronger than his older generations?

Gu Shejing laughed and said, "Young Master Qianmo must think clearly. If you really want to fight, your Temple of Death may not be able to get it."

Yuan Qianmo said: "Why should Miss Gushe get so close to Zhang Ruochen? Why should she be friends in the Temple of Death, and we will kill Zhang Ruochen together. You can take the treasures on him first, how about?"

"This proposal is quite heart-warming." Gu Xiajing's eyes smiled like crescent moons.

Xue Tu's face changed and he said, "Sister-in-law, don't be fooled by him, he wants to disagree with us."

"You are just smart?"

Guzhe calmed him, then looked at Yuan Qianmo and said, "I am indeed very interested in the treasures on Zhang Ruochen. However, if I kill him, I can get them, and I have many opportunities to kill him."

Yuan Qianmo nodded and said, "This is the truth! In other words, even if you kill Zhang Ruochen, you will not get the treasure on him?"

"Yes, so, I've been thinking of ways to see if he will give it to me on his own initiative?" Gu Xia Jing's gaze turned to Zhang Ruochen.

The situation has become quite subtle.

Gu Shejing seemed to reject Yuan Qianmo's favor, and also seemed to be threatening Zhang Ruochen, with a bit of ambiguousness in the threat.

No one can guess her true thoughts.

The seven-handed old man sent a message to Zhang Ruochen and said, "Gu Shejing will definitely not dare to cooperate with the Temple of Death to eradicate us. What treasure she wants, give it to her for the time being. Only by stabilizing her can we have the strength to fight against the Temple of Death."

Zhang Ruochen knew that Gu Shejing wanted "The Demon Stone Carving", but she did not want to compromise and gave it to her, and said, "Yuan Qianmo, if we continue to tangle here, I am afraid that it will be cheaper for other monks. Are you sure that killing me is more important than seizing the treasures in the Origin Temple?"

A look of doubt flashed across Yuan Qianmo.

Originally, he was silent and looked around and said gloomy: "Zhang Ruochen, don't set up a suspicion array. Where can there be other monks?"

"But, in fact, someone has indeed stepped up to the huge rock altar before us."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Can't you see that each of these huge rocks once had space inscriptions to isolate them, but the bottom ones have been broken."

"The origin controller of your Death Temple can be sensed by just the semi-saint realm. Can't the origin controller of the Great Saint realm sense?"

The monks in the Temple of Death all looked at each other, released their mental power and investigated them.

Yuan Qianmo's face changed slightly, and he turned to look upwards. The Wusui magic pen in his hand was like a short spear, and he lit out from the air.

At the tip of the pen, a dead air light column with a diameter of half a meter surged out, breaking through layers of divine pattern light walls.

"roar!"

Just the moment Yuan Qianmo took action, a very high dragon roar sounded from the right.

As the silver dazzling light shone out, a chariot rushed out of the silver fog. The one who pulled the car was a twelve-meter-high Yinglong, emitting a thick divine power all over his body, just like a staggering sun rolling in.

"Silver Glow Cloud Chariot! Be careful, it's Wu Ma Jiuxing."

"How could Wu Ma Jiuxing hide here?"

...

Three Supreme Realm Sages from the Temple of Death rushed forward to intercept them, but they were all slapped away by Yinglong's dragon claws and fell below the huge stone altar.

This Yinglong is a pure-blooded divine beast, Wu Ma Jiuxing's mount. It is only after the final degeneration that he can reach the level of a false god. Naturally, it is not an ordinary supreme realm that can be blocked.

The body of Yuanshu Zhenhuang moved quickly, blocked Yinglong's body, and pressed it out with a palm.

Behind her, a shadow of the god of death more than ten feet tall rose. This shadow also pressed out a palm and hit Yinglong's head, suppressing the Yinxia Guangyun Chariot.

Suddenly, Yuanshu Zhenhuang sensed dense sword rules around his body, his hair was cut off, his crown was cut off, and his holy armor was cut.

She looked up.

I saw that a light knife condensed by the rules of the knife was already hanging above.

The terrifying sword force suppressed her so much that she could not move, as if she was locked by the eyes of the god of death.

"What awesome Wu Ma Jiuxing."

Emperor Yuanshu knew that he could never take the sword, and he had no time to use the forbidden technique to fight for life, so he had to slowly close his eyes.

"Boom."

Just when she thought she would die, a loud noise came from above her head, like a divine thunder exploded.

The light knife was shattered by the Wusui magic pen.

The next moment, she felt her delicate body lightening, opened her eyes and saw Yuan Qianmo's handsome face with a distinct outline. By the time her feet landed on the ground, she had already opened a long distance from the Yinxia Guangyun Chariot.

Yuan Qianmo's arm loosened from her waist, grabbed the Wusui magic pen that flew back, and said, "Wu Ma Jiuxing, your opponent is me."

A sound of indifference sounded in the Yinxia Guangyun Chariot: "What a pity, if she hadn't blocked her for a moment, by surprise, my first knife would have caused you some injuries."

Yuan Qianmo said: "I thought you, Wu Ma Jiuxing, were one of the few people in the world who were qualified to confront me head-on, but I didn't expect that your spirit would be so bad. You were so weak. You were out of the knife behind you. Before you could use the knife, the knife was already weak!"

"I also want to fight you in a dignified battle. Unfortunately, over the years, except Yuqiu, I have met a group of monks who have surrounded and killed me. Just like on Ice King Star, I defeated a Zhuo Yunong, but attracted the target of the entire Temple of Destiny. So many strong men in the Temple of Death gather together, but you want me to shoot a knife in the front. Wouldn't it be a tough guy?"

Wu Ma Jiuxing, wearing a fiery red hair, walked out of the chariot and flew to Yinglong's head, emitting a masculine and domineering aura all over his body.

Xue Tu shouted: "You fight with Yuan Qianmo, let's deal with the other great saints in the Death Temple."

"One is the first in "The Godly Crown Volume" and the other is the first in the dark forces. Who is the real number one? Today, the two great confrontations in the world will definitely be wonderful." Master Yeyou said.

Xue Tu said: "Maybe, we will witness a historic moment today, the battle between the number one person in the hell world is so exciting!"

"Fight! Fight to the earth, who is the supreme one under the divine realm?" said Master Yeyou.

...

The two of them said one by one, and their fighting spirit and momentum seemed to be stronger than Yuan Qianmo and Wu Ma Jiuxing.

Zhang Ruochen understood that Xue Tu and Master Yeyou wanted to incite Yuan Qianmo and Wu Ma Jiuxing to take action. Only when these two fights can they have an opportunity to take advantage of it. However, Yuan Qianmo and Wu Ma Jiuxing are not ordinary people. Doing so will probably backfire and are about to stop them.

But Yuan Qianmo's voice sounded and said, "Why kill them first and we will fight again?"

Xue Tu and Master Yeyou's face changed drastically, and he regretted it and immediately shut up.
Chapter completed!