The phoenix tail needle, called "Caifeng Shen Dance Needle", is a seven-yuan king sacred weapon. It is made of rare materials. It has the possibility of being nurtured into a supreme sacred weapon, and its power is naturally extremely powerful.

However, it was such a war weapon worth hundreds of thousands of divine stones that was inserted on the top of the head and tied up their hair.

All the monks' eyes fell on her, some were afraid, some were surprised, and some were confused.

"The successor who came out of the first fierce place of the Rakshasa clan is indeed terrible. Let's take action together to help Yuanshu Zhenhuang regain the Caifeng Dance Needle."

The supreme saints of the Temple of Death have caught up one after another and met with the True Emperor Yuanshu.

They all released the Taoist realm and summoned the holy weapon.

Among them, behind the Supreme Realm Great Saint, a bright gate of fate rose, suspended above his head, trying to suppress the magic power of Gu Shijing.

"Just you guys?"

Guzhao stood in the wind with a look of dignity.

She was full of disdain when she was facing the Taoist domain covered by the supreme saints of the Temple of Death.

"Arrogant! Although you are a terrifying person in Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm, you are not a big deal in front of the Temple of Death." A supreme saint with three black islands floating above his head snorted coldly.

Immediately, he controlled three islands and suppressed Gu Shijing.

The Temple of Death, the entire Death Clan is respected by everyone, and it does have such confidence.

Three black islands, any of which are thousands of miles long, are placed in the ocean of a planet and can be called three continents.

This Supreme Realm Sage of the Temple of Death has also practiced the way of space. The three black islands are all located in his space domain. At this moment, the space is compressed, and the three islands appear above the huge stone altar, becoming only the size of a mountain.

However, the weight contained in the three islands is superimposed with the rules of the holy path of the Supreme Realm of the Death Temple, which is extremely powerful, making the space distorted and sunken downwards.

Zhang Ruochen and Ale in the distance both became difficult to breathe.

The blood slaughter, the size of a mosquito, fell heavily onto the boulder, and the bones were almost crushed, screaming in silence.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind blew on him, blowing him into the cracks of the boulders, and falling to an unknown place that was extremely dark.

There was no gap between the huge rocks, but the place where he fell was engraved with strange divine patterns. The divine patterns were just activated by the power of the Supreme Realm of the Death Temple and revived.

The three islands have infinite power, but they are still dozens of feet above Gu Shijing's head, and they can no longer fall. The red undead demonic energy turns into the form of a demon tree, spreading the branches and leaves, and supporting the three islands.

Gu Shijing's slender jade fingers on his right hand are pinched into fingering.

The regular divine patterns flowed on her fingers like blood earthworms.

"Wow!"

One point out.

A wave of light containing divine power flew out from her fingertips and hit the chest of the Supreme Realm of the Temple of Death.

A scream rang out.

The Supreme Realm Great Saint had a basin-sized blood hole appeared on his chest, shattering a large piece of blood mist and falling onto the huge rock below.

"Jiyun."

Another Supreme Realm Sage in the Temple of Death flew over and checked his injuries, but was shocked to find that the Supreme Realm Sage had died tragically, and his flesh and blood turned into powder, and even the holy source was corroded by the demonic energy.

The Supreme Realm Great Sage quickly retreated and said in a trembling voice: "What a terrifying power of death, even the dead energy in the dead tribe's body is incomparable."

Logically speaking, the Supreme Realm Great Sage has a strong vitality and is difficult to be killed.

Now, I have only hit a finger force, and a living supreme saint turned into dust. This is too great for any monk!

As the owner died tragically, the three islands floating above Gu Shijing's head automatically decomposed and opened.

"This witch is too domineering. Let's take action together to avenge the Great Saint Jiyun."

The Supreme Realm Great Sage, who supported the Gate of Destiny, shouted like this, and then shot out a shuttle-shaped five-yuan king holy weapon.

The shuttle-shaped holy weapon releases dense light and turns into an electric dragon.

"Bang!"

Gu Shi Jing still pointed out with one point, and his finger force hit the LED dragon.

The electric dragon burst into pieces, and the shuttle-shaped king's holy weapon wrapped in it was thrown out.

The pillar of finger force did not dissipate because of this, and its power did not diminish. It fell on the Supreme Realm Great Saint, penetrated layers of defensive light, and shattered him into a ball of blood mist.

All the defensive trump cards, talismans or holy weapons he threw out were useless and could not escape the death disaster.

The door of fate dispersed.

The second supreme saint in the Temple of Death fell, and blood mist scattered on the faces of the Temple of Death, Zhenhuang, Yuanshu, and Zhenhuang, making their expressions dull and indescribable. They could only hear their rapid heartbeats.

Master Yeyou and Prince Turtle, the Seven-Handed Old Man and General Zhu, all stopped.

The fall of two supreme saints in a row made them frightened.

"The magical powers of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm are no longer a sign of death. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruochen's mistress is so powerful. No wonder he is not afraid of Yuan Qianmo and dares to follow him here."

Master Yeyou smiled and stared at Prince Turtle, saying, "Did you see, this is a master on my side, little turtle, hurry up and run away!"

Hearing the three words "Little Turtle Cub", the Turtle Prince was so angry that he grinded his teeth.

After all, it is a monk who has practiced with the great god Huangtian. He can be regarded as a disciple of the great god. How could this old ghost who looks like a crooked person be humiliated?

The Turtle Prince said disdainfully: "Great...a master...a sucks, I...I...my girl...my mother..."

"You are a turtle, but you still miss a girl?" Master Yeyou was slightly stunned.

The Turtle Prince was so angry that he turned from jade to red.

One ghost and one turtle immediately started fighting again, fighting hard.

Zhang Ruochen stared at Gu Shi Jing and said, "There is a problem! With the same fingering, she was definitely not so powerful when Ice King Star attacked Bai Qing'er. What's going on?"

If you want to say, when Gu Shejing was fighting with Bai Qing'er and Wu Ma Jiuxing, she deliberately hid her cultivation, which Zhang Ruochen would never believe.

After all, Wu Ma Jiuxing’s sword is not a joke.

Even a demigod would be unable to survive if he was slashed.

The period after leaving Ice King is too short, and Gu Shijing is unlikely to achieve a major breakthrough.

The only explanation is that Gu Shijing is very likely to have a dual personality, or even a two-soul. Gu Shijing, who fought with Wu Ma Jiuxing, has a cheerful personality, lively and charming personality, but her cultivation strength is weaker.

Now this serious and demonic Gu Shi Jing is obviously much stronger.

The Gu Shi Jing in front of me, let alone the great saint of the Death Temple, even Zhang Ruochen felt fearful and always felt that she had no feelings, like a demon possessed by her. Even if Zhang Ruochen approached her, she might be killed by her with one finger.

"Those who block me will be killed without mercy."

Gu Shijing glanced at the monks in the Temple of Death, and then turned into a red stream of light and rushed to the top of the altar.

"Witch, where to go."

The shaking wind roared, and the red and golden staff in his hand pointed at Gu Jing.

In front of the staff, the inscriptions of the formations appeared and intertwineed into a circular formation with a diameter of three meters.

"Swish."

Sword rain flew out from the formation.

It's not sword energy, it's all metal war swords.

These battle swords are formed by the formation of the Forging Wind absorbing the rules of the Five Elements Gold between heaven and earth and condensing them.

The dense swords of war turned into a torrent of ten feet wide, rushing towards Gu Shijing.

"The means of the hand of the world are indeed extraordinary. With the ability of Gushejing, they were forced to stop."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the eight supreme saints of the Temple of Death had the holy energy flowing like a river rushing, and above the head, forming eight clouds of death energy.

Eight kinds of superior high-level holy techniques condense into shape in the clouds of dead energy.

Gu Shejing did stop, turned around to face the flying sword torrent, and said coldly: "Everyone said that if you block me, you will die. Do you dare to offend me?"

She didn't see any protective measures, and rushed directly to the torrent of the sword.

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

He punched out one punch after another, and thousands of battle swords were shattered by her.

Metal fragments are flying all over the sky.

As for the eight supreme saints of the Temple of Death, all the eight superior high-level holy techniques that were produced by the Temple of Death fell on her, but they could not hurt her demon body.

The monks in the Temple of Death were like a ghost, and they felt cold all over.

"Even if the false god stands still and is hit by the eight superior high-level holy techniques, the divine body cannot withstand it, and there will be damage. Could it be that her physical body is stronger than the divine body of the pseudo god?"

Yuan Shu Zhenhuang said: "Although her body is powerful, it is not that strong yet. She is using a peerless magical power in the "Demon Ancestor Battle Body" in the secret book of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm Town Realm. "

"The rules of the holy path she cultivated were combined with the physical body in the form of supernatural powers, so that the physical body would not be destroyed and defeated. This is to cultivate the Demon Ancestor's battle body to the fifth level before it can be achieved."

"From ancient times to the present, there are no more than ten cultivators who can cultivate this magical power to the fourth level or above. She is the first person in the Yuanhui in Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm!"
To be continued...