The bride fleet was taken and entered the secret realm of the universe where the Dark Temple was located.

The magic lamps that had been prepared on the ship were lit up one after another, illuminating the darkness.

The Dark Temple is majestic and not inferior to the Temple of Truth and Destiny. It is as big as a planet, and it can accommodate one billion monks, but it will not appear crowded. Even the gods that have manifested their giant body will be like dust in front of them.

In the dark void, there are copper pillars as thick as mountains. At the top of the copper pillars, divine flames burn and the fire light is red, reflecting the towering dark temple with strange colors.

The bride-receiving fleet stopped, and Zhang Ruochen walked down first and came to a square thousands of miles long and wide below the Dark God.

Xue Tu and Xiao Hei followed closely behind him, with divine power on their bodies and their eyes swept around.

Behind them are one hundred and eight gods.

Xiao Hei found that there were densely packed monks in the holy realm, ghost clan, bone clan, stone clan, dead clan... in the square.

Some were wearing armor, and were solemn.

Some wear red clothes and colorful sleeves, festive and beautiful.

Some wear chains and have disheveled hair.

...

"What the hell is this in the Dark Temple? Two super gods got married, why are they looking for so many holy cultivators to do? Do you deliberately humiliate Zhang Ruochen?" Xiao Hei snorted coldly.

Xue Tu hurriedly said, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, just make a joke. These are slaves and retainers whom the master of Wuyue Hall dowry. I just used my mental power to investigate and was shocked. How many do you have? It's as many as tens of millions."

"Ten million holy monks are dowry slaves and retainers?"

Xiao Hei's scalp was numb. He had just investigated. The cultivators in this square had all their cultivation levels above the saint realm, with many saint kings and great saints.

Xue Tu smiled and said, "I have participated in many gods' wedding ceremony. I have only seen dowry of this size in my life. Look at it!"

Xiao Hei looked up and saw that in the dim dark void, countless ships were floating, all of which were carried by various sacred beasts with huge bodies.

The holy beast and the ship were tied with red ribbons.

Among the ship are golden boxes, and there are countless treasures in it.

After a little investigation, Xiao Hei was shocked.

There are hundreds of thousands of holy beast feet and tens of thousands of ships.

Xiao Hei swallowed his saliva and said, "Don't say that those ships are all dowry dowry, right?"

"Not a dowry, what do you think it is?"

Xue Tu looked like looking at the local bun, snorted lightly, and said, "The Master of Wuyue Hall has been famous for hundreds of thousands of years, and his cultivation is still far above the slaughter of the clan. The wealth she accumulated in her life is definitely far more than that of the Xuejue family. Now that she wants to marry her senior brother, she naturally has to take all of this wealth away."

"It's not easy to priest a great clan. The family is indeed incredible wealth. However, it's impossible to take them all out to serve as betrothal gifts for the senior brother. Now, with this comparison, we seem too shabby!"

"I suddenly don't want to object to this marriage!" Xiao Hei sighed.

The blood slaughtered expression, and the speed of killing people and catching treasures was already very fast, but now it seems that it is not worth mentioning at all.

If you can marry a god...

No, you can't be so ambitious.

If you can marry a great god, even older gods or ugly gods, the best gods whose life span is about to end, you will definitely get a lot of wealth.

Blood Slaughter is very short of divine stones.

Over the years, he has tried his best to raise the divine stones, all for the next time the sundial is turned on and he can stay in seclusion and practice for a longer time. However, the divine stones he has raised are far from enough.

After Xue Tu decided to go back, he went to pay a visit to Fengtian and asked her to point out the marriage.

It was not because he didn't want to work hard, but because he had an ambitious heart.

Zhang Ruochen, who was walking in front, was too lazy to pay attention to the muttering of the two of them. He was always tall and heroic. He looked upward and saw Wuyue standing at the end of the white jade steps.

Wuyue's body has a bright red robe with golden silk as its edge, embroidered with a picture of hundreds of birds looking at the phoenix, and a blue jade belt around her waist, which fully outlines the figure of the moon.

Her skin is as jade and her plain face is as fairy, but today she deliberately outlined her makeup, her red lips are crystal clear and bright, her eyebrows are like willow leaves, and her eyes are bright as if they are filled with stars in the universe.

The golden phoenix crown on her head exudes the light of the origin, which is absolutely extraordinary, making her beautiful fairy face look more noble and elegant.

She stood there quietly, waiting for Zhang Ruochen to pick her up, her beautiful eyes and smiled, and she was about to fall in love with the world. The rain master was dressed in white, dressed in a maid, and stood quietly beside her.

Even those monks present who knew Zhang Ruochen and Wuyue’s grievances could not help but wonder at this moment whether they were really as deep as the sea of ​​love, and now that lovers finally got married?

The old patriarch laughed in a low voice and said, "Look, do they have any disharmoniousness? Who doesn't say that a man and a man are beautiful, and a perfect match is made in heaven?"

"It's like acting! It depends on how long she can act?" said the God of Bloody War.

The old patriarch said: "Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level is no longer weak, and his terrifying cultivation speed may not be able to let her act for the rest of her life."

Long jade staircase covered with red holy leather soft blanket.

Flowers fall in the sky.

The petals are crystal clear and exudes a charming fragrance.

"If you want to marry the Lord of Wuyue, do you need to pass our level first?"

The gods of the Spirit God Hall appeared on the stairs, holding a wine vessel, a gourd, a tripod, or a lingering in their hands.

Obviously it is not a problem, but a real stopping a kiss.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Wuyue and sent a voice message: "Do you need to be so deliberate?"

Wu Yueying smiled, as if she could not hear his voice transmission.

Zhang Ruochen whispered in a low voice, "It's time for you two to show off!"

"Haha! Drink, I have never been drunk in the Hell Realm of the God of War Emperor!"

Xue Tu was extremely heroic, and he strode up the stairs, snatched the gourd the size of a water tank from a spiritual god, and snatched his head and drank it.

But, I regret it after taking the first sip!

The wine is too strong, and it contains magic flames, just like drinking molten iron and magma.

"There is only such a little ability in your Dark Temple? I, the Emperor of the Heaven and Earth, drink like drinking water, and I have never been afraid of anyone in the entire universe."

Xiao Hei stared at a spirit god and sneered, took the wine cauldron from his hand, and poured it into his mouth with a domineering look.

But after taking the first sip, Xiao Hei's whole body convulsed.

It was too cold, and frost kept getting on my body.

Xue Tu drank for a while, his body burned, his face turned red like a lantern, and he shook the gourd, saying, "No, your gourd is a space treasure, how much wine does it contain?"

"A sea of ​​wine! Today is the time to witness the massive amount of the God of War Emperor in the Massacre." The spirit god laughed.

Xue Tu looked at Zhang Ruochen.

Isn't this a cheating person?

Zhang Ruochen said, "I'll leave this to you!"

Xue Tu watched Zhang Ruochen walk upwards, looked at the gourd in his hand, and then looked at the sarcastic eyes of the spirit gods in the Dark Temple, and suddenly felt cruel.

The divine body expanded dozens of times, threw the gourd into his mouth, and swallowed the gourd with wine into his stomach.

"Hey, that doesn't count!" a spiritual god exclaimed.

Xue Tu glared at him and said, "What's the hurry? I have never been drunk in the Hell Realm, how could I cheat?"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed his hands tightly.

"Bang!"

The gourd exploded in his belly, and his stomach suddenly became a ball, and his divine body expanded uncontrollably, ten miles high, hundreds of miles high...

Finally, it turned into tens of thousands of miles high, with divine flames all over its body, and a pillar of fire surged in seven orifices, which scared the monks in the Dark Temple backed down one after another.

Xiao Hei naturally refused to admit defeat, so he swallowed the whole wine cauldron into his belly, and his belly turned into a square shape.

With a long cry, he transformed into a cat-headed immortal bird and flew into the void.

Suddenly, this secret realm of the universe became chaotic.

Zhang Ruochen came to Wuyue and looked at her with a strange feeling that she couldn't say, as if she was really marrying the moon god, and the feeling of repulsion in her heart dissipated a little bit.

Unfortunately, in the dark triangle star field, Zhang Ruochen had seen her cruel and ruthless appearance, and was more evil than a snake or a scorpion.

There is no doubt that it must be that she used mental means to deliberately make Zhang Ruochen have a subtle illusion, in order to numb Zhang Ruochen's will and reduce her precautions.

Muto's God of War stood at the door of the temple and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Ruochen, if Emperor Yi is not here, the Lord of the Palace is the elder of the Lord Wuyue. You should bow to the elders three kneelings and nine bows!"

Zhang Ruochen looked at Muto's God of War and then looked at the palace gate.

In the door, it was pitch black.

Zhang Ruochen said: "According to the God of War, my grandfather is the elder of all the monks present, including the Master of the Border Palace, wouldn't he salute him?"

Muto's God of War stomped his feet suddenly, and his divine power shook all directions.

The Blood-Jui War God stood at the head of the Luoyun God Ship and said, "It's all a family, why do you need so many etiquettes? Don't you have to kneel down and worship me!"

Wuyue was elegant and calm, stretched out her slender jade white fingers, and opened her red lips and said, "I won't be polite! Ruochen, let's go."

Zhang Ruochen thought for a while and held her hand.
To be continued...