"Confining his cultivation!"

Seeing that they were enveloped by the giant net, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. One of the pseudo-god realm warriors came up to him, put their fingers together, and pointed towards Zhang Xuan.

Once hit, the entire body's cultivation will be immediately blocked and cannot be used again.

"Well done!"

Zhang Xuan let out a low cry.

The three long swords came out of nowhere and developed mysterious sword skills. In an instant, they pierced the back of the pseudo-god's heart. With a single stroke, the latter was immediately cut in half.

Killing it with a sword, the giant network lost a source of power, which was equivalent to losing a flag in the formation, and turmoil immediately appeared.

The remaining nine powerful men in the pseudo-god realm hurriedly managed to control their strength, intending to stabilize it.

Their movements were fast, but Zhang Xuan's was faster. He scurried like a fish and immediately rushed out of the mesh. He was in the air and clicked several times in succession.

The long sword in his hand turned into a rain of swords and stabbed at one of the powerful false gods.

They are all in the pseudo-god realm, and there are strong and weak ones. Through the power of the giant net, it can be easily seen that this one is the weakest among the remaining nine!

Risking one's own life, luring the first false god into being fooled, coming to him, and sneaking up on him to kill him. Then, taking advantage of the loopholes in the combined attack formation, he would sneak attack on the weakest one.

Zhang Xuan had already calculated how to fight before the battle.

If I hadn't been prepared, how could I have risked my life and come here!

Phew!

The four long swords combined with the sword intention of God, with an irresistible aura, the weakest pseudo-god realm expert, was pierced through the chest in the blink of an eye, and then his throat hurt, and his head fell off.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, an immortal king killed two companions in succession, and the remaining eight pseudo-god realm temple warriors felt that they were about to explode.

The leader is in front of him, so many people are besieging him, and he still suffers so much damage, he is ashamed of himself.

Boom boom boom!

Eight palms were slapped down. The space in the hall seemed to be frozen, and it was so sticky that it was impossible to move. Zhang Xuan roared and wanted to sacrifice the black-backed turtle and other beasts, but found that, like Tongtian Bridge, the beasts were petted here.

The bag cannot be opened.

The veins on his head were tense, and Tong Shang's sword danced. At the same moment, an iron chain appeared in front of him, and with a spear, he stabbed towards the palm print in the air.

The three pseudo-god realm weapons were united together, and dark cracks appeared in the space. It was like a stone falling into a pond, the water rippled, and the confined space was unsealed.

"Get down!"

He used all his strength to split the space, and then he discovered that a strong man in the pseudo-god realm had arrived in front of him at some point, and he patted it down with his palm.

Bang!

There was no time to dodge, so he had to concentrate all his strength on his chest.

But the force of the opponent's palm was too strong. With just one blow, two or three of his ribs were broken, and the whole person fell upside down from the air.

He can deal with two or three false gods, or even four or five, and ten false gods, and they are all temple warriors. Even if his Qi is pure and his understanding of combat has reached an extremely advanced level, he can still contend.

Can't live.

Falling to the ground, blood spilled from the corner of Zhang Xuan's mouth. He wanted to continue to resist, but he saw an iron chain covering him and binding him firmly.

"Pseudo-god realm weapon?"

Feeling that the iron chain was getting tighter and tighter, and with his current strength, it was impossible to break free, Zhang Xuan clenched his fists.

This iron chain is the same as the one he refined before. It has already reached the level of a pseudo-god. It is not something he can break free of with his current level of cultivation.

"Ten people surrounded me, and you killed two of them. No wonder you killed so many people I sent before. You are indeed the chosen one, with strength beyond ordinary people!"

The figure on the flame looked over calmly, not feeling heartbroken or angry because his two subordinates had just been killed.

"The Chosen One?"

Knowing that he could not escape, Zhang Xuan no longer struggled, but quietly circulated his true energy to recover the injuries in his body, while frowning.

"Yes, you should possess the Way of Heaven!"

The figure said calmly.

Zhang Xuan's body stiffened.

Only Luo Ruoxi knew that he owned the Tiandao Library, and no one else knew about it.

But the person in front of me could tell in one sentence: Is this leader of the temple so terrifying?

Or is it a library that can’t hide the gods?

As soon as I realized the meaning of the sword of God, the temple came to besiege me. I had been thinking that the other party was afraid that after I grew up, I would come and snatch the word "god". Now it seems that this is not what the other party is afraid of!

So what if we are stronger?

A dozen false gods, even if they understand the sword intention of God, will definitely not get any benefit!

What's more, the temple has a lot of spiritual energy that allows people to break through to false gods. Taking it away is not something they really want to do. I'm afraid it's the library!

Therefore, those who come to surround and kill you demand to be captured alive!

"Isn't it strange, why do I know that you possess the Way of Heaven?"

Seeing his expression, the figure on the flame smiled softly.

Zhang Xuan didn't answer, but looked over coldly.

"Only those who are destined to have this kind of talent come to the Abandoned Continent and in less than a month, they advance from the ancient sage to the peak of the Immortal Lord. Ordinary false gods cannot defeat him!"

The figure didn't mind, and said to himself: "You have this kind of charm. Let the four major sects establish you as the sect leader, let go of the sectarian prejudices, and unite together! I don't know if I am right?"

Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes: "What are you going to do?"

The figure said: "There are some things that you are not qualified to get. If you keep them on your body, it will only bring disaster. You should give them to the people who deserve them!"

A move with the palm of your hand.

Hooray!

The false gods all around took action at the same time, and Zhang Xuan immediately felt a huge force coming over him, surrounding him, and his body involuntarily levitated and flew to one side.

It flew not far and landed on top of a stone staircase. In front of it was a small round platform.

Zhang Xuan's face darkened: "Is this the altar of Zhuxing Palace? Have you captured Palace Master Du?"

He had seen this thing in Jiang Yao's hands.

It was the altar in Zhuxing Palace that was taken away by Palace Master Du Qingyuan. Palace Master Du disappeared, and he took the position of the sect leader. At this moment, when the altar appeared, could it be possible that Palace Master Du was captured by the other party?

"Sacrifice!"

Too lazy to answer, the figure shouted lowly, and countless treasures fell on top of the altar. Then a woman suddenly appeared in the hall, singing praises in a special language.

Zhang Xuan looked at the woman, it was the former palace master of Zhuxing Palace, Du Qingyuan, who was summoned by Emperor Chen Yong back then!

At this time, Du Qingyuan seemed to have lost his consciousness, his eyes were closed tightly, and the language used by the sacrifice flowed out of his mouth coherently, without any emotion.

raging!

Accompanying the words, the flames on the altar kept burning, and above the temple, a huge black hole slowly appeared, as if communicating with a higher world, strange and unpredictable.

"rise!"

Du Qingyuan shouted softly, and Zhang Xuan flew up and landed lightly on top of the altar.

The flames penetrated into his body. He thought he would be burned, but found that there was no heat at all, but a warm smell, as if it was trying to separate his soul from his body.

"What to do?"

Zhang Xuan frowned.

Although he has read all the books in Zhuxing Palace and knows a lot about the sacrifices of the Foreign Spirit Tribe, he has never been exposed to the sacrifice method in front of him, or even heard of it!

Normal sacrifices are to sacrifice treasures to gods and then obtain more powerful power or information, but this one is obviously not the case.

It seemed that he was being used as a sacrifice for ulterior motives.

Sizzle!

The flames continued to burn on his body, and Zhang Xuan was wondering when he saw the leader of the temple not far away. The originally faint shadow gradually became solid.

"Is this extracting my power?"

Zhang Xuan's pupils shrank.

He finally understood the purpose of the other party's sacrifice.

It's not about sacrificing to the gods, nor about gaining stronger power, but it is about extracting your own power into the other party and completely replacing yourself!

"Does he know that I own the Library of Heaven's Path and wants to replace my life?"

Eyes narrowed.

No wonder this guy needs the altar in Zhuxing Palace and doesn't hesitate to grab it. It seems that he wants to use the mysterious power generated by the sacrifice to replace himself and control the Library of Heaven's Law!

Although I don’t know what the principle of this kind of sacrifice is, but I feel that the energy in my body is constantly weakening, which means that the other party is very likely to succeed!

Buzz!
To be continued...