Ying Long, who was pulling the cart, is a pure blooded beast and is now an adult.

The divine power it emits is incomparable to ordinary pseudo-gods. It rushes out of the nebula like a rolling sun, releasing the surging wave of divine energy.

Quartz Shangjun stabilized his body, stood proudly with his sword, his stone teeth were bitten tightly, and his boundless fighting flames were burning in his pair of stone pupils, and he shouted coldly: "Wu Ma Jiuxing!"

"If you know it's me, you should present your hands to the heavenly treasure yarn immediately."

Wu Ma Jiuxing flew out of the silver cloud light chariot, with extraordinary weapons, a tall figure as tall as a pine tree, with long fiery red hair and a handsome face like a knife, showing the masculine charm that can fascinate thousands of women.

After becoming a god for more than a thousand years, Wu Ma Jiuxing has entered the level of the middle god.

The power he burst out made the space tremble, and the ruled divine patterns automatically condensed into countless sword lights, turning into a dazzling sea of ​​swords above his head.

Not far away, what the monks on Yunfan Star saw was not the sea of ​​swords.

It's a brighter ball of light than the sun.

In terms of talent, at the same level, Wu Ma Jiuxing can draw with the Son of the Temple of Destiny.

In terms of wisdom, even Bai Qing'er, who is as clever as a demon, almost fell into his hands.

In terms of forbearance, he practiced in the Hell Realm for thousands of years as the young master of Qiankun Yiqi Hall, but his identity was not revealed.

In terms of mind and ambition, he dared to shout "Those who kill are destiny" in the realm of the Great Sage. No ordinary god dared to say this.

In front of Quartz Shangjun and Qingxuan Lingshen, he may only be considered a junior in the Divine Realm, but who dares to underestimate him?

Yingtian’s sword is released, without killing the opponent or returning to the sheath.

Wu Ma Jiuxing did not pull out Yingtian, but in the sea of ​​swords hanging above his head, dense rain of swords flew out and hit Quartz Shangjun.

Quartz Shangjun was so depressed that he waved his sword to resist the rain of swords, and shouted: "The Heavenly Treasure Sha is not in my hands, I did not kill Mengsheng."

But who would believe it?

Qingxuan Lingshen stood aside and neither took action nor attacked. He joined forces with Wu Ma Jiuxing to suppress Shi Ying Shangjun. He also did not take action. He joined forces with Shi Ying Shangjun to deal with Wu Ma Jiuxing, the enemy of the Heavenly Court.

Wouldn't it be better to let them fight for both sides and make profits?

Wu Ma Jiuxing is indeed strong, but Quartz Shangjun is not weak either. After all, he is a god who has been a god for tens of thousands of years. His profound foundation is not comparable to that of a new god who has been a god for thousands of years.

Zhang Ruochen had no interest in their fight, and stepped straight away.

In the starry sky, an invisible ball of energy dispersed, revealing a beautiful figure.

He is a disciple of the ancient god of the Yasha clan, Jade Spirit God, and Ai Lianjun. He has only entered the divine realm in the past thousand years. However, he is the top genius of the Yasha clan. He has made his mark in the hell world and has become the most amazing person in the era of the Hundred Clans Royal City.

Ai Lianjun stopped Zhang Ruochen in front of him, holding a green fan, smiling gently: "Before you find the Tianzun treasure yarn, it is better not to leave."

"If, I must leave?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Ai Lianjun shook his head and said, "I am thinking about my seniors! If I have to leave, then everyone will probably join forces to disrespect my seniors first. Why bother?"

"If I want to leave, you can join forces, what can you do to me?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Swish!"

The gray-haired figure disappeared from Ai Lianjun's eyes.

Ai Lianjun's eyes changed slightly, and he looked back. He saw that Zhang Ruochen had appeared 100,000 miles behind him, slowly stomping the steps of the gods and disappeared into the deep space.

"Senior, come back!"

Ai Lianjun stretched out his left hand, and suddenly he felt crazy.

A giant hand of a god that lasts hundreds of thousands of miles spreads across the universe, opening and closing his five fingers, trying to grab Zhang Ruochen into the palm of his hand.

Zhang Ruochen still stepped forward without looking back, but just waved his sleeves gently.

Suddenly, the giant hand of the god disappeared, and all the rules of the divine patterns surged back into Ai Lianjun's body, shaking Ai Lianjun hundreds of thousands of miles away so much that he flew out.

"No one can leave!"

Wu Ma Jiuxing's sharp voice seemed to be coming from the deep space of the universe, as brilliant as a divine thunder.

A condensed sword light condensed in the starry sky, in the shape of a crescent moon.

The light of the knife flew past, and the space was cut and opened, turning into a narrow and long broken belt.

Zhang Ruochen still walked forward, and Pharaoh stepped forward and did not take any action.

However, one star after another was trapped by his powerful mental power, flew backwards, colliding with the crescent-shaped sword light. Some of these stars, some of which were hundreds of miles in diameter, were cut into rocks by the sword light and threw them away behind Zhang Ruochen.

However, none of the rocks could splash on Zhang Ruochen.

The sword light was finally dispersed by the star rain and was wiped out invisibly.

Qingxuan Lingshen combined his two fingers, placed them on his lips and bit them, and blood flowed out.

The blood-stained fingers pointed to the direction Zhang Ruochen left, and powerful mental power burst out, and a blood-red cage condensed from a million miles away.

The cage has a diameter of 8,000 miles, like a blood-red planet that envelops Zhang Ruochen.

This is the magic method of the Dark Temple, the Blood Refining Divine Prison, which can only be practiced by gods with extremely strong mental power.

"Bang!"

A wooden clapper sounded!

In the Eight Thousand Miles of Blood Refining Divine Prison, the sound wave turned into a nine-colored Dao divine flower, from a hundred miles to a thousand miles, then to a thousand miles, and one hundred thousand miles...

The Blood Refining Divine Prison has long been broken.

Quartz Shangjun, Wu Ma Jiuxing, Ai Lianjun, Qingxuan Lingshen, who were chasing over, was hit by the sound wave Taoist divine flower. Suddenly, the eardrum in his ear burst, his soul trembled, his blood boiled, and his five internal organs were about to break.

When everything calms down, where is Zhang Ruochen's figure in this star field?

Ai Lianjun sighed: "This person has such strong mental power and such a terrible mental power. Such sound waves are already in line with the way of heaven and have no secret meaning, but it seems that there is no difference from the secret meaning used."

"The secret can only mobilize the power of a single path. But, it gives me the feeling that he seems to be able to mobilize all the power in the universe. Can he have mastered every secret? But it is not that easy for the spiritual god to use the secret." Qing Xuanling Shen said solemnly.

Wu Ma Jiuxing's eyes were deep and he didn't say a word.

Quartz Shangjun said: "It's not as mysterious as you think. The mental power is strong enough that it can evolve all kinds of mystery. It's nothing great. How many years have he practiced, and how many years have we practiced?"

Lu Yi and Ye Manman were already extremely shocked, and they felt that they had far underestimated the horror of the old senior.

"Is it him the secret of Yunfanxing that the thief God said?" Lu Yi said.

Liu Qingcheng said: "There will not be such a powerful man in the divine realm for no reason in the world. Let's go, go back to Xinghuantian first. Perhaps only the city lord knows who he is."

...

The universe where the heaven is located and the boundary between the Yellow Springs and Galaxy in the Hell Realm is very broad.

The edge between the Heavenly Court and the Hell Realm, from north to south, not only has the Sea of ​​Undetermined Gods, the Royal City of Hundred Clans, and the Dark Triangle Star Domain. Continue to the south, it is the Haishi Star Dock, which is known as the origin of the universe.

The Haishi Xingwu separates the southern universe of the Heavenly Court from the Yellow Springs Galaxy.

Between the Dark Triangle Star Domain and the Haishi Star Dock, there is a place that must be mentioned, called "Xinghuantian".

Xinghuantian is an ancient great world that does not belong to the realm of hell or the palace of heaven. There are many reasons why it can remain neutral.

First, it is because the major forces in the Heavenly Court and Hell are complicated in Xinghuantian.

The second is that in ancient times, Xinghuantian once gave birth to a heavenly master. This is the former land of the heavenly master, and there are many hidden secrets hidden, and ordinary gods dare not be presumptuous in this world.

Third, it is because this is the only place for monks from Heaven and Hell to go to Haishi Xingwu. Both sides do not want to destroy this world because of war, thus breaking the road to Haishi Xingwu.

But, if the war between the court and hell broke out today and the war spreads, who can stay out of the matter?

Zhang Ruochen came to Xinghuantian at this moment and looked up at the eastern starry sky. He saw that there were nebulae, purple-blue, like a sea.

"Sure enough, I haven't gone very far, I'm still in this star field." Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly, and sighed at the same time that the universe is vast and the star field is vast.

The scene in the starry sky is almost exactly the same as what I saw in the remains of the saints on the nameless planet decades ago. The only difference is that only one corner was seen at that time.

If he had seen more at that time, Zhang Ruochen would have been able to guess that it was Haishi Star Dock.

Entering Xinghuantian, Zhang Ruochen came to an ancient holy city.

It is a real holy city, with great holy patterns, divine patterns, and Taoist locks. The weakest ones entering the city are semi-saints. Those servants and slaves have great martial arts cultivation.

Entering the city, Zhang Ruochen was like a wanderer returning home, familiar with the road and came outside a grand and quiet manor.

The monks guarding the gate of the manor are all at the level of the Holy King.

They originally wanted to stop Zhang Ruochen, but when Zhang Ruochen released a ray of mental power, they pressed them down behind them, and the disrespect in their eyes was immediately replaced by fear.

They immediately respectfully invited Zhang Ruochen in.

"Senior, our place is a private sacred garden, which only accepts gods. I wonder if you have an appointment? Or, we will invite the owner of the house..."

Zhang Ruochen just walked forward, and suddenly stopped outside a wooden door with the plaque "Yuyuanxuan" hanging, and said, "I want to find someone, right here."

The two guards of the Holy King Realm changed their faces and hurriedly said, "Senior and the one inside are friends?"

"I'm not a friend, I've never seen him." Zhang Ruochen said.

The two guards of the Holy King Realm looked pale, and one of them said, "It's not possible here. We can't afford to offend the one inside."

Inside the wooden door, a mixed and tough voice sounded: "Let him come in."

Zhang Ruochen stepped in.

He chased the remaining stone energy in Mengsheng's body, and then, with a trace of mysterious perception, he found Xing Huantian all the way from the starry sky, and then found this manor.

He probably had some guesses about who the person inside was, but he was not afraid in his heart and still resolutely chased after him.
Chapter completed!