Fei Kingdom is a civilized country among the 100,000 countries of Xinghuantian. It has a population of billions, a large number of monks, a prosperous martial arts, a magnificent capital, and a powerful Holy King realm is in charge of the capital.

However, such a powerful country is vulnerable to a small team of the Heavenly Court Holy Army.

All the cities in the middle of the country fell and the city moat formation was taken away.

The city walls collapsed, and in the magnificent palace, corpses were everywhere, blood was as picturesque as blood.

An immortal saint in the army of heaven sat on the golden chair of the Nine Dragons. His holy power was extremely powerful and suppressed the 100,000 monks in the capital with one person's strength.

The king of Fei Kingdom, the queen, prince, princess, ministers, and generals, all knelt in the hall with silence, some cried, some were depressed and decadent.

The Holy King Master, who was in charge of the capital, was nailed to death on the palace wall by a holy spear, and the holy blood was gurgling.

These scenes are staged in various countries.

A team of 100 people can easily destroy a country, suppress hundreds of cities, and control the life and death of hundreds of millions of human beings.

The immortal saint looked at the sky and saw the bright pillar of light dimming. The heaven and earth returned to darkness. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You Xinghuantian's gods are about to die!"

This sentence is like a death knell ringing.

Despair and fear spread throughout the hall.

Without the protection of the gods, they will become even more humble in front of these foreign saint army and will become worse than slaves. Their lives will only be in the other party's mind.

A high priest from a certain country knelt on the ground and bowed to a beautiful statue of god: "God! Save your people, open your eyes and look at this land, foreign races invade, the sky and the earth are sinking, this is the disaster of the entire civilization!"

"Bang!"

The statue of the god was shattered by a sword, and the high priest was broken into two halves.

With the Goddess City as the center, every country is full of scorched earth and people are in panic.

Saint-level battles break out all the time, even if it is just a fireball of the holy war, it can destroy a town. Hundreds of people instantly turned into ashes, and their lives are even more fragile than ants.

With the Goddess City as the center, all the kingdoms on the earth within a radius of millions of miles were destroyed in the war of gods, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the naked earth was covered with pieces, and the divine fire was burning endlessly.

The rules of heaven and earth are chaotic and it is difficult to see the breath of life.

The pillar of flames sank into the ground again with the old ghoul.

Those evil god corpses were trapped in a purple fire god vine by the magical powers displayed by the Mandala Flower God. The vines were densely packed and spread thousands of miles, with wisps of divine fire flowing, without fear of death.

The gods in the heavenly court finally calmed down and gathered again at the Goddess City. The divine lights were shining, and various lights and shadows in the world of divine realm were manifested above their heads.

The half-remnant body of the nine-headed dragon god absorbs the spirit between heaven and earth, dispels the dead energy in the body, rejuvenates the vitality, and slowly grows out the body.

After a moment, nine dragon roars resounded through the clouds.

The nine-headed dragon god recovered as before, with the divine flames on his body, and the momentum was fierce, but it could not cover up his inner weakness. The injuries suffered this time were not in tens of thousands of years, so he could not recover to his peak state.

He looked at the broken earth in front of him, and Zhang Ruochen lying in the ashes. The lingering fear in his heart gradually dissipated, and he turned into anger and was unable to calm down.

"Damn something!"

The nine dragon gods slapped out with a palm from the air, and the dragon energy and divine fire condensed and fell towards the weak Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen's body disappeared, and his palm fell into nothing.

The Third Elder of the Formation Destroy returned from overseas, and was majestic and holy. He swung his staff out and cut off the formation inscription that wrapped around Zhang Ruochen. Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen, who disappeared, appeared again from mid-air and fell down rapidly.

"Fishing song, you can't even save yourself, and you still want to save someone?"

"Boom!"

The three elders of the Formation Destroy hit the ground, and on the ground, a divine formation spread out and hit the city-shadowing formation of the Goddess City, forming a powerful and terrifying shock force.

The city-mopping formation shook violently, and the light was bright and unstable.

The fishing song was already extremely injured. At this moment, a mouthful of blood was spitting out, and her delicate body became trembling. In an instant, she stood up straight again, like an immortal monument, mobilizing powerful mental power, trying to save Zhang Ruochen, who had fallen to the ground, back to the city.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang in the sky.

Chi Xingtian broke through the famous sword god's sword-dao divine realm world, rushed out, flew straight to the ground, trying to save Zhang Ruochen.

“Where to go?”

Jia Tianxia unfolded the "Shura Hell Map", and evolved into a world of hell with thick bones, pulling Chi Xingtian in and disappearing into the sky again.

The picture scroll is half empty and half solid, and there are roars inside, and the battle is extremely fierce.

A gloomy laughter rang out.

The Lord of the Soul Realm took action to repel the spirit of the fishing song. Then, he took out a cloth bag and released hundreds of billions of unjust souls from the bag, like a group of ants eating elephants, attacking the city protection formation from various directions.

Under the attack of the gods in the heavenly court, the city-modification formation was soon full of holes and was shaking.

Zhang Ruochen fell to the ground covered with black ashes, and his body was in pain. Many places were burned, and white bones were exposed on his arms. However, his spiritual will was immortal, the power of the Buddha's relics did not dissipate, and the golden light appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Master, let me out. I have entered the divine realm and can be responsible for my life and death." Ji Fanxin's voice sounded.

The Mandala Flower God stood on a leaf of the Purple Fire God Vine, suppressing the evil god corpse, looking into the bloody woman standing at the top of the broken wall, the man lying in the pool of blood, and the figures of the gods with bright light.

She said, "You have indeed become a god, but I am your master. How can you let you die?"

Chi Yao and Mu Lingxi's voices rang out, but they were both suppressed by the Mandala Flower God. In such a situation, there was only so much she could do.

"Boom!"

Xuan pointed out one by one, with powerful fingers and dazzling light, piercing through the void and shattering the ruined city-modification formation.

It means that before the light arrives, the fishing ballad falls down from the city wall first.

Under the suppression of the divine power of the gods, she struggled to support her weak body, and said with a smile and hatred: "What's wrong with the Gods? Why do you have to kill them all? What's wrong with Xing Huantian's creatures? How many innocent people have died when the army came to attack?"

All the ancient gods who knew the old things 100,000 years ago were silent.

However, some new gods born after the Middle Ages, who did not know the truth, jumped out and said, "The gods who violated the ethics of heaven and morality, and planned great deviants and injustice, and everyone could kill them."

Fishing Rou smiled sarcastically: "Without the great rebellion of the Gods, you have already died in the sacrificial calamity. What is the ethics of the heavens? Back then, the great elders walked all over the world with the monument of the Gods, and many gods left their words on the monument..."

Xuan Yi's voice overshadowed the fishing rhyme, interrupting her words, saying, "You have lived for so many years. You should understand the principle that the world's major events are the first. Only children can talk about right or wrong. I am waiting for this person with cultivation to only talk about pros and cons. Thirty-hundred thousand years ago, what the anti-gods did was no longer important! Kill her, fight quickly, and control all the formations of Xing Huantian."

Xuan turned around and left, trying to rush back to the overseas.

But, just as he turned around, an unprecedented sense of horror arose in his heart, as if the sky opened his eyes. He looked up at the sky, but could not see anything.

But the feeling that made him, the killer, creepy, became clearer.

The nine-headed dragon god walked to Zhang Ruochen with a fierce look on his face. He had never suffered such a big loss before, and said, "Boy, only by swallowing your flesh and blood can the god's injuries be quickly recovered."

"Chichi!"

Changes occur.

The spirit between heaven and earth is like a river, gathering from all directions and pouring into Zhang Ruochen's body.

With Zhang Ruochen as the center, a huge vortex of spirit appeared.

With the cultivation of the Nine Dragon God, he was forced to retreat. His eyes were shocked. He watched Zhang Ruochen slowly float up in the vortex, his injuries quickly healed, his bones grew muscles, and his breath became stronger and stronger.

Xuan looked sideways, his eyes narrowed into a slit, shining with radiance.

"Who? Who is healing him?"

Fire dragon scales grew on the arm of the nine-headed dragon god, and five fingers formed claws. Under the wrapping of a large number of regular divine patterns, one claw hit the vortex of divine energy.

"Bang!"

The spirit counterattacked, the space was shocked, and the nine dragon gods were thrown out, and the dragon claws that were harder than ordinary supreme holy weapons, with scales shattered and blood flowing continuously.

All the gods present in the heavenly court looked in awe and cautiously.

The Third Elder of the Array of Mie, who was originally heading towards the fishing ballad, smelled the danger and quickly retreated, with a tense and serious expression.

Fishing Ballad was also surprised. He stared at Zhang Ruochen in the vortex for a while, then looked up at the sky, and faintly sensed a mysterious divine power that she couldn't understand, coming from the distant space, continuously gathering into Zhang Ruochen's body.

In the vortex, Zhang Ruochen's divine power was overwhelming the gods on the scene. The wind and clouds were surging above his head, and his eyes were like two divine stars, bright and contained infinite divine aggregates.

"Zhang Ruochen is my divine envoy. Is it possible for me to move around the world? Today, I will give the divine envoy the divine power and exalt my divine power."

A beautiful figure in red clothes and white hair manifested in the starry sky where Xing Huantian was. The figure was just a illusion light, and only had an upper body, but it was even larger than the big world of Xing Huantian. The stars were like pearls dotted on her body, flashing and magnificent.

Her long hair was like white galaxies. The Xinghuantian Continent was like a plate shrouded in light and mist in front of her. The gods were like food on the plate or fun-filled crickets.

Zhang Ruochen's injuries miraculously healed. He flew down from mid-air and punched him. A river of sky automatically appeared around him, and the roar of water rushing.

"Boom!"

This punch fell on the body of the nine dragon gods. The nine dragon gods were originally human-shaped bodies, and were knocked back to their original shapes and turned into dragon-shaped shapes. The dragon's body was split into pieces, blood splattered thousands of miles away, and the earth was penetrated, and dark holes in the void space appeared.

Zhang Ruochen stepped on a trembling dragon head, with a tall and majestic figure. He looked at the gods in the heavenly court and said, "Tianmu does not care about the world. I am her divine envoy. She gave me divine power to do the worldly affairs on her behalf. If you are dissatisfied, you can take a step forward!"

...

The distant starry sky, the edge of the abyss of darkness.

The Wuqing Sect stood behind Tianmu, who was dressed in red and white, looked at the winding Yellow Springs and Galaxy, and felt the power of this legendary woman. At this moment, she deeply realized that reaching the infinite realm is not the end of cultivation. There are higher mountains and farther sky ahead.
Chapter completed!