Because of the possible birth of the sword world and the huge benefits of this starry sky, there are many gods gathered in the royal city of hundreds of clans, and they are all gathered here at this moment.

Above the rows of buildings, divine lights are shining like stars.

Qingyuntai felt ashamed and felt that he had lost his face as an ancient god, and said, "Zhang Ruochen, don't get close to me. Are you bold and arrogant and even killing the gods in the hell world and want to regard yourself as an immortal blood clan? The immortal blood clan will not protect you, and there are no tribe members like you?"

Zhang Ruochen thoughtful and looked at the night tour master standing not far from Qingyuntai.

Master Yeyou lowered his head, looked hesitant, and suddenly turned into a divine light and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen. He knelt on the ground and said, "Master is above, I am bowed by my disciple. The disciple endured humiliation and recognized the thief as his father, just to find out the cause of Qishou and Xue Qingsheng's death."

"What's the result?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Master Yeyou pointed at Qingyuntai, gritted his teeth, and said in great resentment, "There are all adoptive fathers behind this... Bah, they are all instructed by Qingyuntai!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes became stern and he shouted coldly: "Yeyou, you are so brave. Is this the ancient god who wants to wrongly accuse me of the Immortal Vampire? Do you want to provoke an internal fight among the Immortal Vampire? How many lives do you have and dare to do this?"

Master Yeyou said: "Do you dare to use your life to ensure that this matter is absolutely true. The reason why Qingyuntai, an old man, did this is to force the God of War to come to the royal city of the Hundred Clans, and thus take advantage of the complex situation in the city to kill the God of War."

Zhang Ruochen stared at Qingyuntai with a cold look and said, "My Immortal Vampire dares to act even if it is an ordinary tribe. The senior is a peerless ancient god. Do you dare to admit what you have done?"

Qingyuntai took Master Yeyou as his adopted son. He originally planned to humiliate the Xuejue family with this, but he did not expect that he would expose the matter in front of the gods.

It's really damn!

"What are the seven-handed and the blood-green-shen, are all small characters who can't get on the table. How could I take them seriously?"

"You old ghost, dare to slander me and die!"

The blood wings on Qingyuntai's back spread out in pairs, and the power of the gods rose sharply.

The blood wings are covered with silver patterns, and a huge amount of blood is squirting out.

A divine sword flew out from behind Zhang Ruochen. The light was scorching and its power was intimidating. With a sword, it split the blood and energy that rushed towards Master Yeyou and slashed straight to Qingyuntai's head.

Qingyuntai was prepared for a long time. The world of divine realm unfolded, and countless divine patterns surged out, forming a blood sun shining on the sea of ​​stars and colliding with the divine sword, forming a powerful divine power wave that was earth-shaking.

The gods floating in the air were so happy that they watched the internal struggle of the Immortal Blood Clan and did not take action to participate.

"The Qingtian Tribe's Grand Priest Qingyunque was one of the candidates for the clan leader 100,000 years ago. Now that he has entered the infinite realm, his confidence has increased naturally. He has suddenly emerged and his position as the clan leader has been established. Not to mention that Qingyunque is unbearable, the entire Qingtian Tribe is afraid that it will not be convinced." A great god of the Death Clan, standing among the nine circles of the Death Divine Light, said this.

A great god of the immortal blood clan from the Qitian tribe said, "So, senior Evil Master thinks that the death of Xue Qingsheng and Qishou was really caused by Qingyuntai?"

"How can an old man from the dead tribe talk nonsense about you, I, an old man from the dead tribe?" the evil master smiled.

"boom!"

Blood is overflowing, and waves of divine power swept across the world.

The gods looked at the divine realm world of Qingyuntai. The sea of ​​blood was dense, thunder and lightning flashed, and mountains and rivers continued to hit Zhang Ruochen.

However, Zhang Ruochen was full of energy and was full of fighting spirit. Even if he was pulled into the world of divine realm, he would not be affected at all. He would destroy all the magical powers he had produced in Qingyuntai.

His cultivation is as powerful as Qingyuntai, but he can't suppress Zhang Ruochen?

The gods only thought that Qingyuntai was careless and was injured by the Divine Sword.

"Six-Heart Sword Shocking God Formation!"

Zhang Ruochen shouted, and the six swords formed a formation.

The sword rules of the entire Hundred Clans Royal City gathered into the dense sea of ​​blood and flowed around Zhang Ruochen.

"Boom!"

Six swords came out at the same time, shattering the heavy barriers in the divine realm world and slashing on Qingyuntai.

A large amount of bloody mouth appeared in the divine body, and the divine bones were cut off.

Zhang Ruochen strode forward, looking at the rule divine patterns of Qingyuntai as if nothing was missing, trampled on the mountains and rivers, catching up with Qingyuntai who was escaping from his divine realm world, and slapped it down with a palm.

In this palm, the dragon roared like a roar, making Qingyuntai vomit blood continuously and flew out of the divine realm world.

"return!"

Zhang Ruochen controlled the space, pulled Qingyuntai back, picked up a magic sword and slashed it down.

"Puff!"

Qingyuntai contracted blood wings and resisted the world of divine realm, but the power of the divine sword was so powerful. After the sword light flashed, a pair of blood wings were cut down.

Master Yeyou was excited to see it and secretly glad that he did not betray the Xuejue family and Zhang Ruochen.

All the adopted fathers I recognized before were not as powerful as the master.

"No wonder Zhang Ruochen has the confidence to break into the Hundred Clans Royal City. It is really terrifying to have such combat power at a young age." The evil master sighed.

"It's just that you can only be powerful when you encounter a waste."

An old and gloomy sound came from a chariot made of bones.

On both sides of the chariot, there were dozens of powerful ghost monks standing, all wearing black robes, mysterious.

The voice in the bone chariot said, "What are you waiting for? Since Zhang Ruochen has appeared, he will attack him as a group and shoot him to death. Do you still want to wait for the Yaksha clan and the Fire Ghost clan to seize control of the Guanyun Formation Tower and use the formation to drive us out of the city?"

The gods of various major forces seemed to be trying to attack Zhang Ruochen, but in fact, they were all gathered in the royal city of hundreds of clans because of their interests.

Because, once the Yaksha tribe falls, any force will eat it with a bite, and it will be full of oil.

Besides, the Hundred Clans Royal City is related to the wealth and structure of a star field. How can any force that wants to make a difference in this changing moment?

However, these great gods are all human spirits and do not act rashly.

After all, Zhang Ruochen was still the envoy of Tianmu on the surface, and the Hundred Clans Royal City was not far from Xinghuantian.

Didn't you see the black temple floating in the sky? Haven't you been moving?

"Okay! Since you are timid, I will take the lead."

Seeing that Qingyuntai was chopped by Zhang Ruochen with a divine sword, his divine body was in tatters, and the white bone chariot carried a cold ghost cloud and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen.

The great god in the White Bone Chariot is an old ghost clan powerhouse in the Earth Demon Ghost City. He is known as the Xuanqi Ancestor and has been circulating in the Hell Realm for hundreds of thousands of years.

Another famous ancient god!

The white bone chariot crushed the formation inscriptions on the ground, and the ghost energy and regular divine patterns emitted from it condensed into a ghost army wearing armor and riding war beasts, as if they were about to razor the royal city of hundreds of clans to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen abandoned Qingyuntai, which was beaten to the blood, rushed towards the white bone chariot, held the magic sword in his hand, and used infinite magical powers.

The blue and white spring!

"Bang!"

The Huangquan Divine River surged out with the sword energy, shattering the white bone chariot into pieces.

Although the Bone Chariot is an amazing defensive secret treasure and will not be broken even if the stars are crushed, it is like tofu in front of the magic sword.

The ancestor Xuanqi, sitting in the chariot, screamed, and the ghost body was divided into two by the divine sword and threw it backwards.

Too shocking!

It would be fine if Qingyuntai was beaten to the point of blood and blood. His reputation was as strong as the ancestor Xuanqi, but his ghost body was directly split by the divine sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

One confrontation will cause severe damage.

All the tribes in the royal city of the Hundred Clans realized that today's things were hard to be good, and even the god-level battles were unbearable even in the divine city.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

...

In the holy lands of more than 100 small tribes in the city, bright array light columns rose, triggering the array inscriptions in the city, forming one divine array light mask after another.

They must defend the city and cannot be destroyed in the war of gods.

"Zhang Ruochen is crazy, he wants to kill the great god!" A scream echoed through Yuntian.

Zhang Ruochen dissipated his long hair and suppressed the Xuanqi Ancestor who had reconstituted the ghost body under a thousand-foot-sized divine flame handprint, constantly eroding his soul and spiritual will.

"Bang!"

The ghost body of the Xuanqi Ancestor exploded, and wisps of ghosts turned into wisps of smoke in the divine flame.

Zhang Ruochen held a divine source in his hand, looked down at all sides, and said, "If you want to kill me, are you qualified? If you want to die, just take action."

Even though the star soul zodiac sign of the Xuanqi Ancestor Xuanqi has been extinguished in the starry sky, the gods still don’t believe in the scene they see.

That was an ancient god who did not die in such a tragic battle as 100,000 years ago. How could he die in the royal city of the Hundred Clans? How could he die at the hands of a young man who was still stinky?

Is the man in front of me really Zhang Ruochen?

Many gods were frightened and guessed that Zhang Ruochen must have been transformed by a great god, and could not have been the saint junior a hundred years ago.

Qingyuntai recovered, his armor was ragged. He looked at Zhang Ruochen with fear in his eyes and said to himself: "Is he the Blood-Earth God of War?"

The sky of the Hundred Clans Royal City suddenly turned blood red, and a pouring blood rain fell.

The huge body of the Yaksha tribe's great god in the Taixu realm of the Night Sky fell from the clouds like a mountain.

The Yasha Ancestor Temple was suspended in the air, and the beautiful and peerless figure of the Jade Spirit God stood outside the hall, looking down at the gods below, and said, "The night sky betrayed the Yasha clan and has been killed by my god today. Those who want to get involved in the royal city of hundreds of clans will die!"

Two great gods fell one after another, and the monks in the royal city of hundreds of clans all became excited, from spiritual gods to slaves and pawns.

"Crazy, everyone is crazy!"

"One Zhang Ruochen and the other Jade Spirit God, where did they get the confidence? Is this going to declare war on the Hell Realm?"

...

The Jade Spirit God sang: "The Hundred Clans Royal City cannot bear so many gods. If you don't want to be enemies with the Yaksha tribe, please take your army away within a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

A true god from the Dark Temple, with two heads, walked out of the Holy Army camp, looked in the direction of the Yasha Ancestor Temple, and said, "Yu Ling God, are you really impatient to live?"

"Bang!"

That true god was slapped to death by the Jade Spirit God.

A hundred-meter-long five-finger handprint appeared on the ground.

In the nearby Saint Army camp, tens of thousands of holy soldiers in the Dark Temple all turned into dust.

The whole city is silent!
Chapter completed!