The waters on the Santu River are wide.

Space is chaotic and the secrets of heaven are extinct.

Master Wentong chose to take action here, so he could hide the truth from the sky, and even the God Lord could not perceive or calculate.

"Bang!"

The God King Talisman cracked a gap again, and Wen Chu vomited divine blood from his mouth.

One hundred and seven stone swords all contain infinite magical power, which can be transformed into stone needles or into giant blades of hundreds of feet. Each sword can split the stars and split a world.

This is the power of the great god!

If it weren't for the protection of the God King Talisman, and even if the four true gods took action together, they would have ended up in a disastrous defeat at this moment.

Prajna walked towards Xiaohei, and the snow-white jade hand poked out like a illusion light, grabbing out the stone sword.

The stone sword struggled violently, and the sword sounded harshly, and magic patterns and strange patterns appeared. However, the five fingers of Prajna were not moving, and the power of the stone sword could not break through her flesh and blood.

Xiao Hei had round eyes, looking at Prajna, was full of surprise.

No one knows how powerful the stone sword is.

Can Prajna, which is even more powerful than it, become a god?

Xiao Hei slowly let go of his hand holding the hilt of the sword, feeling depressed and sad. He thought that it was the emperor of the Heaven and Earth who killed the earth was not weaker than others in his life, but unexpectedly, in the end, he was not even as good as a yellow smoke and dust.

When it was in Kunlun Realm, did it ever take yellow smoke and dust into consideration?

Prajna grabbed the hilt of the sword, and on his arm, the divine light flowed, suppressing the soul contained in the stone sword, and said, "At that time, the twenty-four war god monuments of the great god Xingtian were broken and turned into broken stones. Unexpectedly, the Palace of the Underworld actually took away these broken stones and refined one hundred and eight stone swords."

Zhang Ruochen looked at Prajna's expression and momentum, and his heart was a little turbulent.

He walked over and asked, "The one hundred and eight stone swords are controlled by the divine source and soul of the great god Xingtian. The combat power is strong. How did you suppress the soul power in the stone sword and suppress it?"

How profound was Chi Xingtian's cultivation back then? The twenty-four war god monuments are equal to his star soul god zodiac sign.

The divine power contained in the 108 stone swords can be imagined how powerful it is. How could it be a new god, Prajna, be able to fight against it? Even if the power of fate is used, it is impossible to suppress it.

The cultivation level of Prajna cannot be as powerful as Xiao Hei, and it is even more impossible to be stronger than the divine formation.

"It's not the time to ask these questions now. Xiao Hei, take Zhang Ruochen away first."

Prajna held the stone sword, stepped on a turbulent river of Styx, and his figure was graceful, flying out of the Yin ship, and rushing into the sky with one hundred and seven stone swords.

Even Wen Chu, the true god, couldn't help but exclaim.

Even the God King Talisman can't stop the stone sword. How could the young Prajna Goddess dare to rush into the sword group?

What shocked the monks on the Yin Ship was that Prajna was not killed by the Stone Sword, but instead they started to deal with each other. Every time the Stone Sword slashed towards Prajna, it became hesitant and its power was greatly reduced.

She was like a fairy in the stern world, wandering among the stone swords and swords, and her palms were slapped from time to time.

"It seems that Master Wentong dares not offend the Temple of Destiny and keeps his hands on the Goddess of Prajna everywhere." Xue Tu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As a disciple of the God of Death, Master Wentong dared not kill him.

But Zhang Ruochen doesn't think so.

The great master Wentong dared to ambush in Santuhe, so he had the courage to kill all of them.

How could you not dare to kill Prajna?

The only explanation is that the power of the soul in the stone sword is unwilling to attack Prajna. The one hundred and eight stone swords are not fighting against Prajna, but against the great master Wentong in the distance.

There is only one explanation for this:

Prajna refined the soul of the god star left by Chi Xingtian in the Jiuli Temple.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen felt more doubts in his heart.

Jiuli Temple has long disappeared. When was it born?

Why did Prajna have the opportunity to obtain the soul of the god star of Chi Xingtian?

Xiao Hei felt lonely in his heart, grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrist, opened his mouth, and said, "Let's go, leave with me quickly. Once the old thief Wentong takes action, no one can stop us."

"Need not."

Zhang Ruochen broke free from Xiao Hei's arm.

"You won't run away?"

Xiao Hei was not surprised. After all, how could Zhang Ruochen leave Prajna and run away alone? However, he was just a holy realm cultivation, and staying behind would only be a burden.

Xiao Hei was about to force Zhang Ruochen away.

Zhang Ruochen patted Xiao Hei on the shoulder and said, "You stay here to help Prajna with one arm. I will run away alone!"

When Xiao Hei was stunned, Zhang Ruochen had already flew to the railing of the Yin Ship. The Fire God armor covered his whole body. He turned around and beat a ball of divine blood out. He sent a message to Xiao Hei: "This is Chi Xingtian's divine blood! If Chi Xingtian's divine will in Xingtian jar has not been erased yet, you may be able to suffer less attacks with your divine blood on your body."

Leaving this, Zhang Ruochen grabbed Xue Tu and Yan Ting with a chain of holy energy in the air, flew out of the God King Talisman, and flew into the depths of the vast waters of yin energy.

Xiao Hei held the divine blood, but still couldn't come back to his senses.

After a thousand years of seeing Zhang Ruochen becomes so shameless?

No.

Can't be said to be shameless.

It was so smart that it caught it off guard. At this moment, it had no trace of escape.

The distant sea area.

Master Wentong stood on the top of the thunder and lightning mountain in the shape of a human head, staring at Prajna, his eyes were cold, and said, "This goddess of fate has such a powerful method. She actually wants to take control of one hundred and eight stone swords from me."

The great master Wentong was more than 300,000 years ago and was also a representative figure at the Yuanhui level.

If you practice for hundreds of thousands of years, how could you take a young girl who has just become a god seriously?

However, the power in Prajna's body was very strange. One hundred and eight stone swords did not attack her at all, but showed signs of being out of control. Even the Xingtian jar, which was stepped on by Master Wen Tong, shook from time to time, and anger roar sounded in the jar body.

Chi Xingtian's soul has been refined for 100,000 years, and at this moment, there are signs of revival of his spiritual will.

"Interesting, very interesting."

Master Wentong is sure that there must be some extraordinary relationship between Prajna and Chi Xingtian a hundred thousand years ago.

"Wow!"

A fire light flew out of the Yin ship.

Master Wen Tong looked carefully and said, "Zhang Ruochen is going to escape, Kongzhi, you go and take him down. Be careful. Although Zhang Ruochen is still in the holy realm of cultivation, he is the origin messenger and his combat power cannot be underestimated."

"Don't worry, great god, Zhang Ruochen can't escape."

The five false gods of the Nether Palace said in unison.

Standing among the five false gods was a monk with a black robe of six meters tall, with a face full of flesh and a snake-like darkness engraved on his neck, and his body was full of death.

This monk is the wisdom of emptiness.

When he was alive, he was a monk from the Buddha Realm in the Western Heaven. After his death, he turned into a corpse tribe in the Santu River.

Later, he became the Nether clan.

The five false deities transformed into five divine lights, and chased them from five different directions in the direction where Zhang Ruochen escaped.

Xue Tu was entangled by Zhang Ruochen's holy energy chains and flew rapidly on the water. He was not afraid at all and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, although Wen Tong is a great god, he still dares not do anything to me. My master is the God of Death, and he can't afford to offend him."

"Who knows that Master Wentong killed you on these three ways?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Xue Tu was speechless and no longer as optimistic as before.

Zhang Ruochen sensed the breath of the five false gods, looked back, and said, "Don't worry, his main target is me, not you. But after killing me, you will just silence you."

Yan Ting was also wrapped in the chain of holy energy and said angrily: "Our trip is very secret. I don't know who leaked the news and passed the news to Wen Tong."

"It can't be those little people in the holy realm on the Yin Ship." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Ting was stunned, thought of a possibility, and said, "What do you mean..."

Where did those holy monks on the Yin Ship get in touch with people like Master Wentong?

The only possibility is that the owner of the Yin Ship, the great god from the Wuchang Ghost City, betrayed them.

Zhang Ruochen smiled coldly: "The treasures I have in me, let alone great gods, even those who are named kings and honored, must be interested."

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

...

Five false gods chased after them.

Two of them flew over Zhang Ruochen's head and intercepted them in front.

The five divine powers turned into invisible power fluctuations, suppressing Zhang Ruochen.

Xue Tu and Yan Ting both changed their faces.

"Senior brother, please help the white tiger buried in the golden roar." Xue Tu roared.

Hearing this, all the five false gods in the Nether Palace showed horror and quickly retreated to the distance, not daring to be too close to Zhang Ruochen.
To be continued...