After a moment, the Chihiro boat in the white paper reached a nearby place and stopped slowly.

The colorful sacred bones three thousand feet tall stand on the bow of the ship, shining thousands of miles, with a sacred breath, and a wisp of Buddha's energy is like a rainbow, hanging on the water.

Every ray of air is as heavy as a mountain.

In the world, Buddha's voice lingers, singing and piano sounds accompanying it.

Thousands of miles away, Kong Zhi and the three false gods whose flesh and blood were bitten by the god-eating insect came from the other side and looked over at the white paper Qianchuan ship from afar.

"It's the white paper Qianchuan ship of the goddess Twelve Square White Queen." Kong Zhi looked solemn.

According to legend, the White Queen has the beauty of inverting all living beings and has a fascinating face, and even the state of mind of a true Buddha cannot resist.

The Buddha's bone, known as the "Colorful Glass Lantern", is the true Buddha who was tempted by her beauty, lost his mind, and collapsed his heart.

This is a giant-level existence in the universe, controlling a dark force like a giant. How could they not be afraid of their false gods?

"Is Queen Bai also interested in the treasures on Zhang Ruochen and wanted to snatch them from the Palace?" a pseudo-god said in a deep voice.

"Who doesn't want to take away all kinds of secret treasures on Zhang Ruochen?"

"The Blood-Earth God of War is not easy to mess with. Can the White Queen afford to mess with?"

Kong Zhi's eyes kept changing and he said, "The situation is a bit strange, don't get closer to the past."

The other three false gods also thought so, nodding and using hidden means to retreat deep into the waters.

...

He was wearing a red dress, as bright as a peony. He stood at the bow of a paper boat, standing under the colorful divine bones, and said in a clear voice: "God of Wentong, my master asked, you are all gods in the hell world, why did you fight on these three rivers? Why did you?"

The great god Wentong floated a hundred feet above the water surface, stepped on the cloud of death, and said coldly: "How can a mere false god be qualified to talk to me?"

He sang and said, "Empress White, what do you want to do here? Just say it's okay."

Xiaoxiao was not angry at all, smiling without saying a word.

A wonderful sound like a heavenly sounded in the paper boat, saying, "Why can't I come from where the great master Wentong can come?"

The voice is very young and contains illusion.

Just listening to the sound can numb a man's bones, as if he is in a free and illusory world, surrounded by beauties, fragrant sleeves and cloudy temples, as if he has reached the Pure Land.

Wen Chu sent a message to Zhang Ruochen, Prajna, Gushhuan, and Xiaohei, saying, "The arrival of the White Queen is our only chance to escape. Once they fight, we will break through separately."

The great god Wentong obviously did not take Queen Bai seriously and said, "It seems that you deliberately wanted to ruin my good deeds. You are very brave and dare to go against the Nether Palace."

"How dare I go against the Palace?"

In the paper boat, the laughter was soft: "I just want to go against you."

The great master Wentong snorted coldly, and behind him the water wall connected to the sky, rushed towards the white paper Qianhe Ship, making a loud "rumbling" sound.

A drop of water turns into a skull.

The water wall rushes away and turns into billions of skulls.

The divine storm swept across all directions, and the water surface seemed to be flipped over. There were harsh roars that kept hitting Zhang Ruochen's eardrums, making his eyes dark and he could not see anything.

Only a loud "boom" sound was heard, and the body seemed to be squeezed, and severe pain came from the flesh and bones.

When Zhang Ruochen regained his vision, he found that he had been hit thousands of miles away. In the distance, the light of the colorful glass was still very dazzling, forming beautiful clouds in the sky.

Beside him, Wen Chu laughed: "That's great, it turns out that the patriarch is here!"

After all, Zhang Ruochen only has the cultivation level of the Holy Realm, not as good as Prajna, Xiao Hei, Gushing Huanhuan. He suffered from the impact of powerful divine power and was still a little confused at this moment, not knowing what had happened just now.

The leader of the Yan clan...

It should be said that he is the leader of the Yan clan of the Dark Abyss.

Could it be that the famous Five Pure Land Sects have arrived?

The light of truth appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, looking at the white paper Qianhe Ship in the distance. At the top of the mast of the paper ship, he saw a figure in a martial robe. The aura emitted from his body was like a sea of ​​stars filling his body. Every breath could cause the heaven and earth to shake.

On the other hand, the face of the great master Wen Tong who was floating on the opposite side had become extremely ugly.

"Five Qing Sects, why are you on the boat of Queen Bai?" Wentong said.

The proud figure in a martial robe said, "Actually, I am here for you."

Master Wentong was puzzled and said, "Come for me?"

You know, before Wujiang had an accident, the great god Wentong had no intention of coming to the Life and Death Realm Star. Why did the Five Pure Land Sect know in advance that he was coming?

Could all this be the conspiracy of the Five Pure Land Sect?

What is he trying to do?

"Come to kill you."

The word "kill" exits, and the body of the Five Pure Land Sect soars, turning into a towering giant, killing a magic hand of thousands of miles.

The palm is really long and does not give the great master Wentong a chance to escape.

The water surface collapsed.

Hearing Chu, Prajna, Gushing Huanhuan, Xiao Hei, Burying Golden White Tiger, Zhang Ruochen retreated rapidly and did not dare to watch the battle at all. This level of confrontation, let alone the new gods, even those gods who have practiced for tens of thousands of years, are at risk of falling.

Zhang Ruochen asked in countless doubts in his heart, "What's going on? The noble patriarch and the great god Wentong have any great revenge on life and death?"

Wen Chu shook his head and said, "I have never heard of a grudge between them."

Xiao Hei didn't believe it and said, "Who are you lying to? Wen Tong is an important figure in the Palace of Underworld. If there is no life and death revenge, killing him will definitely cause shocking shock. It would be strange if the Palace of Underworld won't fight against your Dark Abyss Yan's life and death."

Wen Chu smiled bitterly: "I don't even know that the clan leader has come to the Life and Death Realm Star."

Zhang Ruochen was not interested in the grudges between the Five Pure Land Sect and the Great Master Wentong, and was very glad that since the Five Pure Land Sect came here, today's crisis has been completely resolved.

At the same time, he has a new understanding of the strong.

Only by reaching the level of the great master Wentong, the White Queen, the Five Pure Sect, can they truly be considered giants in the universe and have the ability to turn the world upside down.

In their eyes, the weight of the world's myth is too limited.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at Prajna and saw that her eyes were always calm.

The emergence of the Five Pure Land Sect could not make her feel uncomfortable.

I don’t know how far I retreated, but the fluctuations of the divine power became smooth, and they finally stopped.

No one knew the battle between the great master Wentong and the Five Pure Land Sect. The rules of heaven and earth were chaotic, and even if you use the divine eyes, you could not see them.

Xiao Hei whispered: "You said, does the Five Purification Sect really want to kill the great master Wentong?"

"Since the patriarch speaks, it must be a word of nothing, and it is impossible to just scare Wen Tong." Wen Chu was quite worried, and he was really puzzled. Why did the patriarch do this?

Even if you succeed, you will inevitably pay a price.

Moreover, once the Lord of the Palace of the Underworld knows, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The battle fluctuations quickly subsided.

The disordered rules of heaven and earth gradually return to normal.

Wen Chu took the lead in flying towards the center of the battlefield, but he only found a sea of ​​blood dozens of miles long, and could not see the Five Qing Sect, the great master Wentong.

Even the white paper Qianjue ship disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen, Prajna, Xiao Hei, Gushhuanhuan flew over the sea of ​​blood one after another.

Zhang Ruochen pulled out all the divine blood in the sea of ​​blood and condensed into a ball of blood cells with a diameter of 100 meters. The divine light of the blood cells shone with a strong breath, and each drop could drip through the earth ten thousand meters thick.

"It is the divine blood of the great god Wentong." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Haha! That's great. It seems that the old thief Wentong suffered a considerable loss. Come on, come on, come on, give me the divine blood, and I need to make up for it."

Xiao Hei took a deep breath, and the divine blood in his blood ball turned into streams and poured into its mouth.

"But where did they go?" Gush Huanhuan said.

Zhang Ruochen guessed: "It should have been a battle in the void space."

"Go to Wuchang Ghost City first. The patriarch killed Wentong and he will definitely go there to meet us." Wen Chu said so.

Zhang Ruochen suddenly thought of something and said, "No! Xue Tu and Yan Ting are still being chased by the pseudo-gods of the Nether Palace."

"I will calculate their position." Prajna said.

When Zhang Ruochen and others found Xue Tu and Yan Ting.

They were still fighting with the half of the false god in the Nether Palace, and both of them were seriously injured.

Xiao Hei was afraid that others would rob it, so he took the lead and turned into an immortal bird that was larger than a cloud. He poked out his claws, grabbed half of the pseudo-god into the air, dug out the source of the divine, and extracted the soul.

Wen Chu was surprised and said, "The Son of Blood Slaughter is worthy of being a great disciple of the God of Death. He can actually survive the pursuit of the false god. I admire him, I really admire him."

"The true god doesn't have to be polite, just call me the Massacre God of War Emperor."

Xue Tu was not very polite to Wen Chu. In his opinion, once he survived the divine tribulation, he could beat Wen Chu with one hand.

...

The Wuchang Ghost City ranks second among the nine ghost cities of the Ghost Clan, second only to the Fengdu Ghost City.
To be continued...