In the eyes of the Sword King Qingkong, the black pupils spread outward, filling the entire eyeball.

Three different laughters sounded in the space near the Sword King of the Sky.

One is tender, one is thick, and one is hoarse.

In the world of the Qingkong Sword King's divine realm, three amazing figures came out of the striking evil spirits. Each of them was very powerful, and the fluctuations emitted shook countless formation light walls through the surrounding ones.

One of the figures was an embroidered big-headed doll, and said with a harsh smile: "Fengyunba, Xuanyuan Qing, Shang Hong, your doomsday has arrived, and there should be a way out for surrender and the Temple of Darkness! Haha!"

It was weird, and when it smiled, it seemed like there were thousands of voices overlapping.

The sound contained powerful fluctuations of mental power, which made all the monks under the Great Saint on the divine ship collapse to the ground, hugged their heads and wailed, and were extremely painful.

Even the Great Sage needs to do its best to fight.

"Eat the Land!"

"Human leather lantern!"

"Zhao Wuyan!"

Xuanyuan Qing recited three names in a row, his eyes were extremely cold, and his heart also sank into the abyss.

The three people in front of them are all evil people in the Dark Temple. Anyone who appears can alarm a starry sky. The three of them arrive together, and together with a Qingshang Sword King controlled by Wuyue, today is truly the end of the world.

It is the twilight of the gods in heaven!

The only chance now is the attacking divine formation of the Xufeng Divine Ship. If the attacking divine formation is fully activated, there is still a chance to turn the tables.

"You are afraid you are dreaming if you surrender to the temple of darkness."

Xuanyuan Qing grabbed the Divine Sword of Light with both hands, and his spirit was running wildly in his body, and he inserted it towards the ground.

"Wow! Wow! Wow..."

Innumerable white light swords rushed up on the ground, and the rules of heaven and earth in the surrounding space were all transformed into light rules and sword rules, condensed into a light sword domain, spreading to the three gods and the Sword King of the Clear Sky in the Temple of Darkness.

Zhao Wuyan rode on the back of a five-meter-high red ghost beast, wearing dark armor, and smiled: "Xuanyuan Qing, are you trying to die in this way?"

The big-headed rag doll named "The Land" smiled and said, "She is delaying time and trying to trap us."

"I'll stop her, you go and destroy the formation center on the Xufeng Divine Ship."

The human skin lantern radiated a dazzling light, covered with long black hair, and the skin was covered with sewn needles and thread patterns. He held a battle axe with a strong dark aura and slashed white light swords and attacked Xuanyuan Qing.

"Xuanyuan Qing, your cultivation is just a first-time Taibai, which is far from your brother!"

"Nine Styles of Underworld Killing."

"Boom!"

A human skin lantern was chopped out with an axe.

All the lightswords between him and Xuanyuan Qing collapsed, and the surging divine power spread outward, shaking the monks standing outside the sword domain out one after another. Those with slightly weak cultivation level directly turned into a pool of blood mud.

"So strong! The combat power of this man's leather lantern, Xuanyuan Qing in his prime, may not be the opponent." Zhang Ruochen's eyes looked at the King of Qingkong Sword, Devouring the Land, and Zhao Wuyan.

I saw that they turned into three divine lights and rushed towards the formation center of the Xufeng divine ship.

The small formations and divine patterns of the divine ship could not be stopped at all, and they could only slightly block them for a moment.

"We can't let them destroy the formation center, otherwise we will all die here today."

The gods of the Wind Clan, all the gods in the Temple of Light, including Shang Hong and Jia Linnan, knew that the situation was critical and did not care about refining the toxins of the Huangquan flower in their bodies, turning them into divine lights, and going to intercept the three gods.

Zhao Wuyan stopped, holding a strange warrior like a crescent-shaped blade, laughed loudly, and slashed out in the air.

"Bang bang!"

Three gods were slashed and exploded, turning into blood mist and bone fragments.

Of course it is a false god!

"I'm here to stop them."

The King of Qingkong pointed out with a finger, and a bright giant sword as bright as the scorching sun flew out from his fingertips, rushing straight towards Shang Hong.

Shang Hong pressed his right arm forward and used his magical powers, and the sky was filled with light.

"Bang!"

The sunset was torn apart by the sword energy, Shang Hong's divine body was penetrated, and a large amount of divine blood was sprinkled out.

But, strangely, Shang Hong's broken body was divided into three, transformed into three identical divine bodies, each using his magical powers to resist the next attack of the Qingkong Sword King.

Zhang Ruochen was confused that the current situation was very unfavorable to the Heavenly Court, and it was only a matter of time before the defeat. He really wanted to take advantage of the chaos to save Xiao Hei and Xue Tu and then escape.

But, there are wind and rocks, wind, lanxi, and even wind hang. Everyone’s friendship is deep or shallow, how could I just leave like this?

If you escape like this, how deep will there be regrets and sorrows in the future?

But if you don't leave, you will have to pay a huge price. At the least, you will be exposed and the secrets hidden in your body, and at the worst, you will be lost.

This is a real life and death juncture!

It was at this moment that Zhang Ruochen saw Feng Xi taking advantage of the melee of the gods, and actually went to chase the Land-Devouring God of the Dark Temple alone, and cursed in his heart, "I'm really desperate!"

Zhang Ruochen didn't care about anything else, so he took out a wolf-headed talisman seal and crushed it. Then, he carried the Qingping Sword and rushed towards the area where the gods were fighting.

Zhao Wuyan, who was riding on the back of the ghost beast, saw him and was still snatched by the gods. He waved out his combat troops and attacked Zhang Ruochen from the air.

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen threw out thousands of defensive talismans, but they were all beaten into powder.

The crescent-shaped divine light broke through the runes and slashed straight.

"Sword Fourteen!"

Qingping Sword slashed out.

A green lotus bloomed in front of Zhang Ruochen, with bright light and sword energy soaring into the sky.

"boom!"

The green lotus exploded and turned into thousands of sword energy.

Zhang Ruochen was shaken away hundreds of feet away. Every step he stepped out, the earth would crack, the skin of his arm holding the sword exploded, and divine blood flowed out, but he took advantage of the opportunity to escape from Zhao Wuyan's divine realm world and chase Feng Xi forward.

A strange color flashed in Zhao Wuyan's eyes. Although he had a casual blow just now, he was definitely not able to block the gods in the Butian Realm.

However, the Taoist priest not only blocked it, but also looked too incredible.

When Zhao Wuyan saw the Taoist priest chasing towards the direction of the earth, a cruel smile appeared in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

...

Feng Yan knew that his cultivation was no different from ants in front of the gods. However, he saw the gods in the heavenly court constantly lying in pools of blood, and the once familiar monks in the holy realm died one by one. His eyes were covered with blood, and he just wanted to rush out and fight against the gods in the Dark Temple.

He has this blood and a desire to not fear life and death.

Fengyunba opened his eyes and said, "Stay here!"

Feng Yan showed a look of joy and said, "Father, have you refined the toxins of Huangquanhua?"

Feng Yunba slowly stood up, his face still very pale, but his eyes were extremely cold and sharp, and his body was as firm as a mountain.

When he looked at Feng Yan, a soft look appeared in his eyes and said, "I can't get over this disaster for my father! But you still have a chance. You awaken the bloodline of the three-headed and six-armed Guan Yuzun, and have the chance to awaken the sword spirit of the Pure Yang Divine Sword. However, you are in the holy realm now, and your bloodline is not strong enough, and you need to be baptized by the divine tribulation. The sword spirit can help you kill the enemy!"

"In your current state, you can't overcome the divine tribulation, and I will help you for the Father."

Feng Yunba looked exhausted, pressed his palm on Feng Yan's shoulder, and a pure and yang force in his body continued to penetrate into his body.

Feng Yan couldn't move, and tears surged like a spring in his eyes.

"Don't cry. Look at this battlefield and the dead Feng Clan monks, keep blood and hatred in their hearts, and turn them into unswerving motivation for cultivation. If you don't break the divine realm and take revenge for them, you are not worthy of being a Feng Clan man." Feng Yunba shouted.

Feng Yan gritted his teeth and tried hard to open his eyes wide, looking at the tragic scenes in front of him.

...

Zhang Ruochen walked forward all the way, all formations had been destroyed and all divine patterns were torn apart.

The ground was covered with bloody dead bodies, and most of them could not even be protected from complete bodies. They could be seen everywhere, with broken bones, broken arms, and heads everywhere. It was a terrible sight.

A quarter of an hour ago, they were all iron-blooded holy soldiers.

When a god fell, his body was cut into hundreds of pieces by an extremely sharp weapon, and even his soul was disintegrated.

Zhang Ruochen became more and more frightened as he recognized this god. He was not a false god, but a powerful true god of the Feng clan named Fengxu.

How strong is that existence like a rag doll?

Such a powerful true god had no power to fight back in front of it. Moreover, it also wiped out Feng Xu's spiritual will and soul at an extremely fast speed.

Strange, terrifying.

If he hadn't seen Feng Xi standing in front of him, he would have run away immediately and would never provoke the doll.

Feng Xi stood there, his eyes straightened, looking at a seventy-two-story formation tower in front of him.

That is the formation center of the Xufeng Divine Ship. The formation tower is surrounded by thunder and lightning, and divine patterns are intertwined. The divine pattern is an ancient heaven-level divine pattern, which contains the power of killing gods. Even if the great god wants to break in, it is not easy for him.

The big-headed doll stood under the formation tower, pointing his fingers upwards, and a thread of mental power at his fingertips rushed upwards, wrapping around Feng Xuan's neck, hanging him in the air.
To be continued...