All the gods in the hell world know that Zhang Ruochen became the guide of the burial of the golden white tiger.

However, no one knows how powerful the white tiger can burst out in this era?

This uncertainty makes the true god feel fearful.

"If you don't take action, I'll leave first!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes locked on a pseudo-god with bone wings on his back, rushed towards him, preparing to break through.

The false god retreated quickly.

However, the speed could not be compared with Zhang Ruochen, and he was caught up in an instant.

Zhang Ruochen slapped his arm and used the Taiqing Cloud Pushing Hand. The palms were bright and the divine power surged. The ordinary palms were like golden mountains transformed into five fingers.

The false god also tried his best to develop magical powers, and a dark wheel condensed from the palms of both hands.

"Boom."

The Nether Wheel exploded.

The body-protecting spirit of the false god was dispersed, his body flew out, and a large amount of divine blood was spilled out.

It couldn't stop Zhang Ruochen's attack.

Xue Tu and Yan Ting never thought that Zhang Ruochen was so powerful now that his combat power in the holy realm was unprecedented and his future.

"The myth of the world is well-deserved." Yan Ting sighed inwardly.

Kong Zhi whistled in his mouth: "There is a great god here, why fear Zhang Ruochen? If the white tiger in the burial of gold dares to appear, today will be its death date."

"Great Compassionate Buddha's Light!"

Kong Zhifei was a thousand feet high, with his hands folded together.

The golden Buddha light emitted from his body, turning into a golden sea. In the golden sea, nine-grade lotus, Buddha shadows through the sky, ancient temples, and other strange scenes were born.

The golden ocean suppressed Zhang Ruochen from top to bottom.

The momentum and power fluctuations were far stronger than the Nine-toothed Wolf God General.

"It is Kongzhi, the first among the lower third-class false gods." Xue Tu reminded.

He and Yan Ting dared not have any luck anymore. The Ming Palace is coming in a fierce manner this time, and even the White Tiger of Burial of Gold wants to kill. What are the two Holy Cultivators who dare not kill?

Although they are top-notch people in the world, they can't help.

Xue Tu felt depressed. He had known that he should have led the holy army to sweep the holy realm monks from all walks of life in the starry sky battlefield. What kind of dark abyss? Why were he inexplicably involved in the war of gods?
Chapter completed!