"puff!"

"puff!"

The three great saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm of Great Perfection were killed in a row, and they took action quickly, accurately and ruthlessly. It was obvious that they were shot out of real fire today, and they didn't care about the ban on "not being able to kill".

Just as he was about to kill the fourth person of the Eight Sons of Life and Death, the light of origin bloomed in the dark bronze temple.

Yan Wushen rushed out of the darkness, and half of his body's flesh disappeared, revealing a large number of golden bones, with a hideous face, just like hell.

The palms of his hands have the rules of origin, which condenses a tower of origin.

"Go to die for me."

The body jumped up and smashed the Origin Taoist Tower into the quid.

Yan Wushen was also angry today.

In an instant, the entire bronze temple was filled with powerful energy, the wind roared and the energy surged.

Que had to give up his murderous thoughts, and with a backhanded sword, he dragged out a brilliant and dazzling arc-shaped sword light and slashed towards the Origin Taoist Tower.

"Bang!"

The Origin Taoist Tower collapsed and turned into more dazzling Origin light.

Yan Wushen and Que each spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards in two different directions.

It was almost time for the time being that the remaining five eight sons of life and death appeared in the bronze temple. When they saw the three people lying on the ground, they found that the life energy of the three people was rapidly losing.

The Eight Sons of Life and Death grew up together and practiced together, and were like brothers and sisters.

Seeing this scene, they were furious and each supported the "Book of Life" and "Book of Death", operating the incomplete immortal formation and attacking Que.

"kill!"

Queban knelt on the ground, supported his body with a sword, bit his bloody teeth, and rushed forward.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at Yan Wushen, and was extremely surprised.

In such a small space as Tong Temple, dark space-time matter was triggered, and he was able to survive.

Yan Wushen was extremely injured. After getting up from the ground, he didn't care about the injuries on his body. He rushed to the side of the three great saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm, mobilized the original power and Buddha light to purify the empty energy that invaded the three people's bodies.

The missing three swords hit the vital points and even had the power of nothingness invading the three people's bodies.

If the power of nothingness is not resolved in time, no matter how powerful the vitality of the three of them is, they will be swallowed up by nothingness in a moment, and they will die so much that they will not even be left with scum.

Zhang Ruochen turned into a breeze, flew down from the top of the bronze statue, and glanced at Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen's eyes also stared at him.

With eyes facing each other, the eyes of the two contained various complex emotions.

If you take action, this is the best time to kill Yan Wushen, and you will definitely die.

However, Zhang Ruochen did not take action, quickly withdrew his gaze and rushed towards the temple gate of Tong Temple.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to kill an opponent like Yan Wushen when he saved people. This is one of them.

Second, Yan Wushen cannot kill.

Dark time and space matter destroyed the runes and a large number of array patterns in the temple. Zhang Ruochen had just arrived at the door and found that there were residual array inscriptions floating in the air.

"not good!"

A dazzling sword light flew in front of him, and the light was blazing, making Zhang Ruochen's eyes blind.

Zhang Ruochen quickly closed his eyes and perceived with his mental power.

"It's the ninth-grade sword formation."

The dazzling sword light was emitted by eighty-one battle swords. Under the control of dozens of great saint formation masters, it turned into a battle sword dragon and attacked Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen poked out his right hand and rotated his five fingers.

Suddenly, thirty-six space swords condensed in the space in front of him, and they met with the eighty-one battle swords flying in.

This ninth-grade sword formation has a formation master and is extremely powerful.

The two war swords touched each other, making deafening sounds of swords.

The sword light derives thousands of rays, and the sharp sword energy flew out, colliding with the walls, pillars and floors of the Tong Temple, leaving white marks.

The bronze temple is made of material, or it does not know what mysterious power it contains. Even the Great Sage cannot destroy it, and even the matter in dark time and space cannot be shaken.

"Purple Gold Gourd."

Zhang Ruochen summoned the purple gold gourd, protected his body with the power of the supreme, and pressed his arm towards the ground.

Thirty-six space swords turned into a sword path, the sword body rolled, rushed from the ground and rushed to the distance, hitting the formation master who was in charge of the sword formation.

"Chi!Chi!Chi!"

The defense of the formation master was penetrated, and three space swords pierced through his chest, abdomen, and right leg.

The formation master let out a scream and was beaten to death.

Seeing that he was about to be hit by the other seven space swords and suffered the death disaster of the chaotic swords, Yan Zhexian waved the green pen in his hand and formed seven runes, cutting off the seven space swords.

Losing the host of the formation master, the power of the ninth-grade sword formation is greatly reduced.

"break!"

A space shock force burst out from Zhang Ruochen's body, hitting eighty-one battle swords.

All the battle swords flew out in a mess.

Yan Zhexian's body was suspended above the 384th-stage bronze staircase, looking horizontally with Zhang Ruochen, her pair of beautiful eyes, cold and sharp, and said, "I didn't expect that you could actually break out of the bronze temple, so let me come and see you for a while."

"If you don't want the Yan Luo tribe to suffer heavy casualties, it's better not to stop me." Zhang Ruochen said.

After all, the battle of hunting the sky and the battle of merit in the heavenly court and hell are completely different.

A battle of merit is either you die or I die, or a battle of life and death.

The Battle of Hunting the Sky is just a competitive battle between the various races in the Hell Realm. It does not necessarily mean that life and death are divided. It can only be regarded as a battle of interests and honor and disgrace.

If it is not absolutely necessary, Zhang Ruochen would not want to have too much evil with the Yama clan on the battlefield of hunting the sky.

"Big Kunpeng Talisman!"

The pen in Yan Zhexian's hand invaded Kunpeng's blood and drew a real Kunpeng.

The Kunpeng spreads his wings and flies to the temple gate.

The ten tattered golden wings on Zhang Ruochen's back spread out, turning into a golden light, cutting Kunpeng in half, and then flew towards the dark night rain.

Just as he flew out for a distance, Zhang Ruochen realized something was wrong.

The night rain disappeared!

There was a bright light in front of me, and the cold wind was blowing around me.

He stood in a world of snow, covered with silver and snowflakes, and could not see the end of the world at first sight.

"This is...the illusion array!"

Zhang Ruochen spread his palms and held a snowflake in his palm.

The snowflakes melted and turned into a drop of ice water.

Very real, not like a illusion.

"What a brilliant illusion array, it should have been arranged by the formation master and the illusion master. The Yan Luo clan is really full of talents." Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

"Zhang Ruochen, do you know that you have been trapped now? I have no plans to show off with you alone, just wanting to lead you into the formation."

Yan Zhexian's voice was still cold, but it was particularly pleasant.

"Boom!"

The vast glacier world is shaking.

Seven high ice and snow peaks break through the ground and stand up.

The shape of the seven peaks is like the seven ghost evil spirits, with a terrifying face, but it releases a powerful oppressive force and falls from the seven major directions to Zhang Ruochen.

This oppressive force is a real existence, constantly compressing the real domain of space, virtual time domain, and truth boundary shape supported by Zhang Ruochen, making the space where he can move smaller and smaller.

"The Wanli Glacier Illusion Formation, plus the Seven Evil Talisman of Ksitigarbha, nearly a hundred great saint talisman masters and great saint formation masters are enough to kill you, right?"

Yan Zhexian's figure appeared at the top of one of the snow peaks. He had a beautiful appearance and a distinct temperament, like a pure and flawless snow lotus.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised and said, "The formation master, the talisman master, and the illusion master took action together to set up two such large formations. Not to mention killing me, even if you kill the Great Sage who is in a state of life, it is enough."

"I'll give you another chance. If you lose your cultivation, you will have a way out. Think clearly, this is your only chance." Yan Zhexian said.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "Your arrangement can indeed kill me. However, you are also in the formation now. I can guarantee that I can kill you before the formation kills me."

"Yeah?"

Yan Zhexian just spoke a sound, but seven sounds sounded in the cold wind.

At the top of the other six snow peaks, there was also a Yan Zhexian, who was still fluttering in white and holding a green pen, looking like an ice and snow fairy.
To be continued...