"Okay, this proposal is good." Wu Majiu said.

The monks from the Temple of Death stared at Zhang Ruochen and others, all of whom showed a sneer.

Xue Tu and Master Yeyou had their faces pale, and even Gu Shejing, who had been smiling, became serious and serious at this moment.

Wu Ma Jiuxing and Yuan Qianmo join forces will definitely sweep the world. Who can stop it under the divine realm?

Zhang Ruochen was calm and said, "Yuan Qianmo, aren't you curious about why Wu Majiu's actions ambush you here without going to the top of the altar?"

Yuan Qianmo's eyebrows moved slightly, thinking in a deep and meticulous manner.

Wu Ma Jiuxing stood above Ying Long's head, raised his arm above his head, and used his hand as a knife to slash out from the air.

"Wow!"

A crescent-shaped sword light, dozens of feet long, flew towards the Seven Star Imperial Palace.

It is pure sword rules, the condensed sword light. Just the harsh sound of the sword can tear the eardrums of all living beings under the Great Saint, and the speed is as fast as light and shadow.

"Bang bang."

The layers of defensive formations and the Great Saint inscriptions of the Seven Star Imperial Palace were broken with one knife.

The sword light reached one meter away in front of Zhang Ruochen before being blocked by the divine pattern engraved on the stairs of the Blood-Juen War God. However, the impact of the sword energy still lifted the entire Seven-Star Imperial Palace and fell down from the huge stone altar.

From beginning to end, the people in the Seven Star Imperial Palace had no time to shoot out a holy artifact or holy weapon that resisted the light of the sword.

"What a terrifying sword technique. With another blow, the defense of the Seven Star Imperial Palace will probably be broken." The Seven-handed Old Man's face changed drastically, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Wu Ma Jiuxing did not slash out the second sword, but rushed towards the altar in the Silver Glow Cloud Chariot.

Because, when he had just taken out his sword, Yuan Qianmo and the monks from the Temple of Death had already climbed up first.

"It is no coincidence that Wu Ma Jiuxing appears here. You go first, I'll stop him."

Yuan Qianmo gave this command, soaring like a white crane spreading its wings, then dived towards the silver rays and cloud chariot coming upwards.

"Crazy!"

The sound of the rushing river sounded.

A gray river of death aura appeared under Yuan Qianmo's feet. The death aura was too strong and condensed into liquid form. There were golden sharp blades flying in the river of death aura.

"Boom."

The dead air river and the silver glow cloud chariot collided together, and the shocking energy that erupted made the water in the nearby seas gasify all the water, forming a space without water.

The rules of the holy path that surged out of the two of them were extremely chaotic, covering all directions. Even the Seven-Star Imperial Palace under the altar was lifted and turned like a top.

The formation supported by Master Yeyou and Cairo's ground master was roared by the power dispersed by Yuan Qianmo and Wu Ma Jiuxingyi, and seemed to be broken through at any time.

"Are these two people still holy realms?" Xue Tu felt his holy soul trembling, and his eardrums were about to be shattered by the huge sound.

"Certainly!"

Gu Shijing spread his arms, and the red demonic aura containing a strong breath of death immediately wrapped around the Seven Star Imperial Palace, making the shaking palace stable.

She said, "It's great. Wu Ma Jiuxing and Yuan Qianmo fought, and we walked around from the left side of the altar."

"Why should I be so troublesome?"

Zhang Ruochen released the real domain of space, covering the Seven Stars Imperial Palace, and shouted loudly: "Space Moves."

The huge Seven Star Imperial Palace suddenly flew out of the ground, and its size quickly shrank, finally turning into a spot of light and disappearing into space.

"Wow!"

When the Seven Star Imperial Palace appeared again, it had already arrived at the middle of the altar, thousands of feet away from the bottom of the sea.

Zhang Ruochen originally planned to move directly to the top of the huge stone altar, but here it hit a space barrier.

A three-foot-high emerald turtle, standing behind the space barrier, holding an iron staff, snorted coldly: "If you want to... think... and want to go up, you have to... have to... go through the book first..."

Xue Tu listened carefully for a long time and shouted, "What does it mean when I pass the book first?"

"Go through this level first." The Turtle Prince said a rare fluent sentence and felt extremely relieved.

Seeing Prince Turtle, Zhang Ruochen even more affirmed his guess. Sure enough, Bai Qing'er had already climbed to the altar first. It is not surprising that Wu Ma Jiuxing appeared here.

Another direction, the monk from the Temple of Death was intercepted by the Forge Wind, the World Hand of the Goddess Twelve Squares, and the formation arranged in advance.

Zhang Ruochen looked up and said, "We must break through as soon as possible. Night tour, take action with me to break its space barrier and space formation. This turtle is quite not simple, be careful."

Zhang Ruochen flew out of the Seven Stars Palace, pushed forward with his palms, and created a space storm formed by thousands of space cracks, constantly impacting the space barrier.

When Master Yeyou heard Zhang Ruochen's words "Be careful" just now, his eyes were a little strange. After so many years, someone took the initiative to care about him?

Even if this is just a casual reminder from Zhang Ruochen.

But it is precisely because this is a casual reminder that it shows sincerity.

Before this, whether Zhang Ruochen gave him the fountain of life or promised to pass on his way of space, he looked at it, such various means were just a fancy to his strength and wanted to win him over and seduce him.

I don’t know how many of these methods and such styles Master Yeyou has seen, so he just surrenders on the surface, but in fact he is disdainful in his heart.

On the contrary, this casual and concerned word touched the lonely ghost who had lived for more than 20,000 years.

"Master, I'm here!"

Master Yeyou flew out on a ball of ghost clouds, and his bone staff was hit hard.

A space penetration force formed by tens of billions of space rules erupted from the bone staff, shattering the thin space barrier into a hole.

The space storm that Zhang Ruochen created completely broke the barrier along the hole.

"Swish!"

Move the body.

Zhang Ruochen appeared above the Turtle Prince and flew straight to the top of the altar.

Suddenly, in front of his eyes, a stone handprint as big as a house pressed down. Zhang Ruochen sensed the terrifying power of the handprint, and immediately mobilized the power of the Qiankun Realm to shoot out the Dragon and Tiger Prajna Palm.

As soon as the two palms collided, Zhang Ruochen heard the "crackling" sound of bones all over his body, and his body fell heavily uncontrollably.

"Sure enough, I still can't compete with the true Supreme Realm Great Saint."

Zhang Ruochen was in pain and numb all over. He stared at the stone handprints that were pressing down quickly above, and ejected his body and landed on another huge rock, avoiding the heavy blow.

The one who took action just now was another strong man under Bai Qing'er's seat, General Zhu.

General Zhu was tall and covered in stone. He failed to succeed in one blow and immediately made a second handprint. His arm extended dozens of feet long, with countless billions of holy Tao rules, and swung it out with the stone arm.

Before the stone arm arrived, the wind that burst out almost blew Zhang Ruochen away first.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, and he punched out seven palms in a row to resolve General Zhu's attack. It was the seven-handed old man with seven hands.

The old man with seven hands turned around, stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Leave it to me to clean up."

Before he finished speaking, the old man Qishou had turned into his body and flew out.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the seven-handed old man who was fighting with General Zhu, and then looked at Master Yeyou who was fighting fiercely with Prince Turtle in the space formation. A soft smile appeared on his face.

The Seven Star Imperial Palace flew into Zhang Ruochen's hands, Ale, Blood Wolf, and Cairo's master walked out and stood beside him.

Xue Tu and Gu Shi Jing are no longer inside.

Gu Shejing was easy to find, because she turned into a red shadow of demonic energy at the first time and flew towards the top of the huge stone altar. As for the blood slaughter, it was possible that Gu Shejing would be crushed into powder by him.

"Follow me."

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to use space transfer easily, because if the Turtle Prince could arrange a space barrier, it would be possible to arrange more space means above.

If you fall into its space trap, the trouble will be great!

Zhang Ruochen, Ale, Cairo's earth master, and the blood wolf, jumped on one huge rock after another and climbed quickly.

On the other side of the altar, Xue Tu's body shrank to the size of a mosquito, and flew up carefully, for fear that the movement would be too big and would be discovered by the powerful men who were fighting fiercely.

He is too weak, and any monk can kill him.

He had to be more careful and avoid the central area of ​​the battle.

The monks from the Temple of Death bypassed the formation arranged by the Forging Wind and rushed in from the gap that Zhang Ruochen and the others broke.

Yuanshu Zhenhuang was the fastest, and he took the lead. He chased behind Gu Shejing. A red phoenix mark appeared on the center of his white eyebrows.

"Wow!"

The phoenix mark disappeared and turned into a phoenix tail needle, flew through the air and flew towards Gu Shi Jing in front.

This is a seven-yuan king's holy weapon. Seven levels of flame power surged out from the phoenix tail, which became more and more intense, breaking the undead demonic energy that guarded Gu Shijing and headed straight to her vest.

Seeing that Gu Xue Jing was about to be penetrated by the phoenix tail needle.

Suddenly, Gu Xiajing turned around and reached out to grab it.

The slender jade hands form many phantoms.

The next moment, this seven-yuan king holy weapon appeared in her hand, sandwiched between her fingers.

"How is that possible?" Yuan Shu Zhenhuang's face changed drastically, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

His strongest warrior was actually taken away by Gu Shejing with bare hands.

Even a strong man like Yuan Qianmo may not be very sure in the situation just now, and he grabbed the phoenix tail needle with his bare hands.

Zhang Ruochen naturally saw this scene, and his eyelids jumped and he thought to himself, "Did she really hide her strength? Or is it just another... Guying... Jing..."

"It's a priceless treasure." Gu Shijing fell to the edge of a huge rock and said to himself.

At this moment, she was straight, her clothes were flying, her aura was powerful, her head was rolling with demon clouds, and her eyes were heroic and cold.

Compared with the past, he seemed to have completely changed his body, and his body exuded a sea of ​​war and demonic energy. In his pupils, the magic patterns intertwined into a blood-red starry sea.

She held the phoenix tail needle with her palm. It was a trembling spirit, but she easily suppressed it.

She put her long black hair on her hands and used the phoenix tail needle as a hairpin and inserted it into it.

Suddenly, the playful woman who had a smile on her face turned into a cold-faced lay Buddhist disguised as a man.

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Chapter completed!