The dense runes gradually dissipated with the sound of Yan Zhexian.

"Chew!"

The seven snow peaks in the form of ghost evil melt and qi transform.

Star-like light burst out from Zhang Ruochen's body, controlling the power of the Truth Realm and impacting the Illusion Array of the Thousand Miles of Glaciers.

The illusion dissipates, revealing a real scene outside the bronze temple.

The dim night, the cold rain, the 384th floor bronze stairs, and the chaotic battle fluctuations.

"kill!"

"Bang bang."

"Boom!"

...

The sound of killing, attacking, and the sound of holy energy colliding are intertwined.

Outside the bronze temple, the great saint of the Yama clan stared at Zhang Ruochen in countless pairs of eyes, as if he was about to eat him.

It is a death sentence for the dare to blaspheme the noble Lord Zhexian.

"Zhang Ruochen, I advise you to let Lord Zhexian go immediately, otherwise the monks of the Yanluo clan will definitely chase you to the ends of the world." A great saint talisman master was so angry that his eyes were red.

"Lord Zhexian is the pearl of my Yan Luo clan, and it is sacred and inviolable."

"Zhang Ruochen, you are a god of war, and you have no real manliness. You can only be considered a sinister and inferior slutty."?

...

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Although the great saint of the Yama clan was so angry that no one dared to take action and had to curse.

Not to mention, without the blessing of runes and formations, they are no match for Zhang Ruochen at all. If they anger Zhang Ruochen, a crazy bandit, really kill Lord Zhexian, who can afford to bear the responsibility?

"Have you said enough? I've said enough, let go immediately. I don't want to kill you, don't let my hands add blood." Zhang Ruochen was extremely cold, and he grabbed Yan Zhexian's jade neck with one hand and pressed her in his arms.

Widths of white pure divine fire appeared in the palm of the other hand.

"Wow—"

Mo Yin's graceful and charming figure flew out from the mirror of a wormhole space above Zhang Ruochen's head and fell outside the bronze temple.

His hands turned into dozens of thunder and fire vines, spreading out quickly, entangling the twenty-one great saint talisman masters. The thunder and lightning on the vines and the pure divine fire were instantly refined and lost their combat power.

She dragged the twenty-one great saint talisman masters to her side and slung around her body.

Some vines tangle around the neck; some vines tangle around the waist; some vines tangle around the chest.

It is not that the twenty-one great saint talisman masters are really so unbearable, mainly because they are not good at close combat and are naturally unable to resist when they are suddenly attacked by Mo Yin.

Moreover, Mo Yin’s combat power is now stronger than many great saints in Qianwen Realm.

How could it be? Most of them, who are still in the Immortal Realm, be comparable to those of them?

"It's all fresh and delicious Great Sages, I really want to eat them all."

Mo Yin showed a charming and enchanting smile on his face, staring at the Great Saint Talisman masters who were being restrained.

"Witch, you're looking for death."

The remaining great saint talisman masters united together and quickly drew a big talisman.

The dense talisman inscriptions interwoven into a bifurcated beast that is dozens of feet high, releasing the ray of cold death, with a domineering aura and a fierce look.

"I want to kill them, it's only a matter of thought. You'd better not force me." Mo Yin licked his red lips gently and said with a smile.

Dozens of great saint talisman masters of the Yan clan were suddenly indecisive.

Yan Zhexian never thought that the nearly two hundred great saints led by the temple could not stop them. The five great saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm of the Immortal Blood Clan made the Saint Flowers break here.

If the Great Sage of the Yama clan has set up a defensive barrier, the Saint-Food Flower will definitely not be able to open the mirror of the space wormhole.

Below the bronze staircase.

The Sword Prison Emperor used his own strength to restrain two Nine-Life Blood Crows and his team, showing the top-level combat power of the Hundred Shackle Realm. Each knife seemed to be able to cut off mountains and rivers and kill stars.

Fenghou knew very well that the gods must be paying attention to this battle, so he tried his best to show the true strength of the candidate for the Goddess of Destiny.

Behind her, the Gate of Destiny burst out with a brilliant light. Every ray of light is a rule of destiny that suppresses the cultivation of the great saints of the Yama clan.

Meanwhile, she held a three-foot-long white feather in her hand.

The feathers waving, bringing out a breeze.

Any great saint of the Yama clan who was blown by the wind was as if he was so evil. Some of his eyes became struggling, some became confused, and some became murderous, attacking the great saint around him in reverse.

There are many great sage monks of the Yama clan, but at this moment, they attack each other and become a mess.

It is precisely this that Magic Yin can open the mirror of the space wormhole and meet Zhang Ruochen.

The white feather in Fenghou's hand, called "Daily Feather", is a treasure of fate, and contains a large number of fate patterns.

With the blessing of her profound attainments in the way of fate, the waving of the feather can affect the spiritual will of the monk and even change part of the monk's memory.

Those great saints of the Yama clan who had low cultivation had their memories modified by Fenghou using Tianming Yu, thinking that they were a member of the Immortal Vampire clan.

This is a very terrible means of fate!

After all, even if a person's body is changed, as long as his memory and spirit remain unchanged, he is still the original one.

However, if a person's memory and spirit are changed, then is he still the same as him?

The power of fate is mysterious and can easily change a person. If the Fenghou's way of fate is profound enough, it can be done by swinging the fate feather and turning a great saint into a weak ant.

Or, it is possible to turn a small stone into a mountain as huge as a mountain, heavier than a hundred stars.

The great witch heavenly way that practices can balance the wind to a certain extent, but unfortunately, they are tightly restrained by the sword Prison Emperor and can only watch the great sages of the Yama clan kill each other.

In the temple.

"Swish!"

The blood-red Asura sword flew out from the ancient mirror on the chest of the dragon statue.

A sword light flashed.

The sword body pierced into the vest of one of the five Great Perfect Saints of the Hundred Shackles Realm who were besieging them. Then, the body of the Vayadian rushed out of the sword, dragged the Great Perfect Saint of the Hundred Shackles Realm and retreated to the edge of the temple gate.

The next moment, Yan Huangtu chased after him and shouted: "Violent infant, you can't escape."

The Vaginal Infant was indeed extremely weak, but he still had a grim smile on his face and said, "Let me leave the star of the Yama clan, otherwise I will let him destroy both spirit and body now."

With the right opportunity, he took the remaining four great saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm to retreat with one sword, turned into a shadow, and rushed out of the temple gate.

His body became empty and rushed into the seriously injured formation master, uniting with his body.

"If you want to kill me, unless you kill with this formation master." The formation master's lips opened and closed, and it made a missing sound.

"Boom."

In the sky, thunder sounded.

A flash of lightning cut through the sky.

Yan Huangtu's mental power was released and he was aware of the current situation.

Although the Yan Luo tribe was defeated in this battle, it still had strong combat power. If you really want to fight, no two of these monks who broke into the Yan Luo tribe's own star today can survive.

The Yan Luo tribe still has a greater chance of winning.

Yan Huangtu's eyes fell on Que and Viagra, both of them at the end of their strength.

As long as they kill them, it will be much easier to deal with Zhang Ruochen and the monks of the Immortal Blood Clan.

However, if this battle continues, they will definitely force them to death. It is unimaginable how serious the losses of the Yama clan will be.

Yan Huangtu's eyes were sharp and cold as if they were as cruel as an emperor, and said, "All monks who died in battle today are the heroes of the Yan clan. I, Yan Huangtu, promised that I would do my best to take care of your tribe members. Your names will be written on the volume of the Yan Temple."

All the monks of the Yama clan understood that Yan Huangtu had made a decision.

He could not retreat in this battle.

After this battle, there will be no more opponents in the Battlefield of Hunting.

Whether for the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill or for the supreme glory of the Yama clan, the Yan Huangtu must continue to fight.

The monks of the Yama clan who were controlled by Que, Vacant Infant and Magic Voice all had their eyes dim, knowing that they had become abandoned children today.

Yan Zhexian seemed very calm, neither sad nor happy.

"It is worthy of being the cold-blooded and ruthless imperial divine bone. Well, very good. Today, even if I want to be refined and die here, I will kill a group of great saints of the Yama clan to be buried with me." The Vayashi roared to the sky and was about to take action.

"stop."

A deafening sound rang in the bronze temple.

Yan Wushen walked out step by step, stood not far from Yan Huangtu, with a cold look on his face and said, "Let them go."

The great saints of the Yan clan who thought they would die were undoubtedly regained their spirits in their eyes and stared at Yan Wushen in one by one.
To be continued...