The extremely evil blade fell, the earth fell for thousands of miles, and the world was turbid, just like a chaotic scene when the world first opened.

The silver lightning did not die out immediately, and it still traveled between the sky and the earth, with great energy fluctuations.

All the monks present, including the Supreme Realm Great Saint, were dodging and did not dare to touch them. It should be noted that the high priest and the two great magic emperors of the Fierce God Palace were all dead under the lightning of the Blood Spirit Immortal.

The Wuyue Ming Emperor, who was slapped by the stone sword, fell thousands of miles away, still erect. Looking at the silver lightning intertwined in the dark and chaotic space, his face was solemn, and he said, "The supernatural powers are extremely thunder and lightning."

On the back of the Xuanwu God's Corpse.

Jingling Feng's face changed and said, "It's so amazing. I'm afraid Wu Ma Jiuxing may not be his opponent. This person is so strong that he is beyond my expectations."

"The evil priest fell like this? The two emperors were directly destroyed. The Supreme Realm Great Sage is known as the eternal and eternal. The gods do not come out and are almost immortal, which means the strongest in the world. Why is the vitality not that strong?" Shang Yue was stunned and slightly lost.

Guanling Fengdao: "If the Supreme Realm Great Saint wants to escape, or threaten with self-destruction of the holy source, the gods will not come out and will almost never die. However, strong people of the level of Wu Ma Jiuxing and Blood Spirit Immortal are too powerful and will not be much weaker than the gods. They can no longer be called the Supreme Realm Great Saint."

A false god is also a god.

There are more than twenty supreme great saints from the Tianming Department and the four major gods. At this moment, they all regard the Blood Spirit Immortal as their peerless enemy.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

...

A series of bright doors of fate, like more than twenty rounds of stunning suns, shining towards the Blood Spirit Immortal.

The countless rules of fate fall on the blood spirit immortal like trillions of shackles.

The territory that had become dilapidated, chaotic, and dark was reshaped under the light of fate.

The turbid ones sink down, and the clear ones float up.

Lingshan rises and the Holy Lake ripples.

The world has become a vibrant fairyland, but it is a cage that suppresses the Blood Spirit Immortal.

When shining by the fate of more than twenty supreme great saints, even the top great saints will reduce their strength, lose all their cultivation, and eventually become a mortal.

Zhang Ruochen was worried that although the Blood Spirit Immortal was strong, it was absolutely impossible to fight against more than 20 supreme saints at the same time.

Who is the weak who can be called supreme?

In Kunlun Realm, when the Blood God Cult was in crisis of extermination, the Blood Spirit Immortal once woke up and helped Zhang Ruochen to help him with his holy mind. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen had a good impression of him.

"snort!"

A dense golden text appeared on the stone sword of the "Writeless Sword Note" in the hand of the Blood Spirit Fairy.

Each word turns into a golden villain dancing with a sword.

In an instant, a huge sword energy burst out, cutting off all the destiny rules that enveloped him.

The golden light turned into a path of light, breaking through the light of fate, and hitting a supreme saint.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the gate of fate behind the Supreme Realm Saint was destroyed, blood sprinkled, and the aura was extinct, with only fragments of holy armor falling from the sky.

"I actually broke through the light of fate! The stone sword in his hand is really just a sword book?" A monk was shocked and his mind was blank. He only felt that the man holding the stone sword was the god of the world, and he was incomparable.

Who can fight with him under the divine realm?

"Let's take action together, and today we must destroy the majesty of the Temple of Destiny."

"Fight, seize the Tianshu Needle."

"Haha, Canghai Minghuang belongs to me. The accounts of that year will be settled well today."

...

The top ten dark forces each used powerful combat weapons, used talismans and holy techniques, and attacked more than 20 gates of fate floating in the sky.

The rules of heaven and earth, which radius of tens of thousands of miles, were once again chaotic.

Space is broken and the earth is sinking.

The ten dark forces do not care who will eventually fall into the hands of the Tianshu Needle. As long as it is not in the hands of the Temple of Destiny, otherwise, they will still be unable to sleep or eat and be afraid every day in the future.

Of course, it would be the best if the Tianshu needle could fall into their hands.

The Blood Spirit Immortal completely broke free from the rules of fate and walked towards Gong Nanfeng and the three high priests. The light emitted from her body reflected the heaven and earth into silver.

That murderous aura and cruel intention were enough to make the Great Sage feel cold.

The three high priests each summoned the palace-stopping weapons in the divine palace and mobilized their power to trigger them. Suddenly, three supreme holy weapons burst out with the power of supreme, three gates of destiny rose slowly, and three Taoist domains formed three world images.

Any of the three high priests is a powerful existence in all directions. When they reach one realm, they are worshipped by millions of monks.

At this moment, the three of them joined forces, but in terms of momentum, they were a little weaker than the Blood Spirit Immortal.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The Blood Spirit Immortal walked into the Taoist realm of the three high priests, and used his own rules to confront the three of them, forming bursts of explosions one after another, like thunder and a god's roar.

The three supreme holy artifacts collided with the stone sword in the "Writeless Sword Note", and the power of chaos erupted, causing the mountains 100,000 miles away to shake, as if they were about to collapse.

The stars outside the sky are also shaking, as if they are about to fall.

The three supreme holy weapons and the three Taoist realms could not stop the blood spirit immortal's footsteps, and the distance was constantly getting closer.

Prajna, Que planned to take Gong Nanfeng away immediately, but Gong Nanfeng insisted on staying and said, "How can the monks in the Temple of Destiny escape from fear of fighting and escaping?"

"The three high priests cannot stop the Blood Spirit Immortal. Since you don't escape, you should take out the magical artifact and use the magical artifact to kill him." said coldly.

Gong Nanfeng shook his head and said, "Unless it is absolutely necessary, the artifact should not be moved lightly."

"This is a desperate time." Que Dao.

Gong Nanfeng shook his head and pointed to the horizon.

In the sky, the flames burned, emitting dazzling light, like the sunset.

The Emperor Wuyue Ming rushed out of the crimson sunset and shouted: "The Heavenly Destiny Department protects the Temple of Destiny. Who dares to offend? No mercy will be killed."

He held the Destiny Slayer in his hand and penetrated the silver Taoist domain of the Blood Spirit Immortal. The flames in his eyes were scorching and burst out with unparalleled destructive power.

Around the Destiny Salute, the phantom of the Temple of Destiny appeared.

The power of the temple spans space and time and blessings on him.

"Oh no! It's already quite difficult for the Blood Spirit Immortal to fight against the three high priests. The halberd of Wuyue Minghuang carries the temple energy of the Temple of Destiny, and its power is destroyed and the Blood Spirit Immortal..."

Zhang Ruochen looked at Grandma Haitang, not understanding why she didn't take action at such a critical moment?

Is there a strong man hidden in the secret that is restraining her?

Wu Yue Minghuang is the strongest man in the Temple of Destiny after Zhuo Yunong. He is the leader of the ten Great Destiny Emperors. His combat power is the most peak existence in the divine realm. He carries the supreme holy weapon and bursts out the power of the temple. If Wu Ma Jiuxing wants to catch this halberd without using a sword, he must do his best.

Of course, the three high priests also understood that the halberd of Wuyueming Emperor was a must-kill move and could pose a certain threat to all the false gods.

Therefore, they burst out with a stronger offensive, making the Blood Spirit Immortal unable to distract him.

"Boom."

The Destiny Sphur hit a hundred feet from the Blood Spirit Immortal, and blood-red cocoon nets appeared in the void.

It is the defense of the immortal blood silkworm.

With a "bang", Wu Yue Ming Emperor broke through the cocoon net with unparalleled power.

The Destiny Slayer pierced directly into the vest of the Blood Spirit Immortal, and the holy robe on her body instantly shattered and turned into dust.

Wuyue Minghuang Emperor thought he had succeeded and could kill the Blood Spirit Immortal with one blow.

Suddenly, I found that there were two patterns printed on the back of the Blood Spirit Immortal, like two butterfly wings.

The Destiny Slayer hit the top, and the body of the Blood Spirit Fairy burst into thousands of blood-red flying butterflies. The flying butterflies quickly gathered together in the air and condensed his figure.

At this moment, the Blood Spirit Immortal has returned to the appearance of a human-headed snake body, and there is a pair of blood-red butterfly wings on his back.

His face was a little pale, and it was obvious that he had not completely resolved the attack that Wuyue Ming Emperor had just now, but his eyes became more and more sharp, and he held the stone sword in both hands.

The sword body slashed down like a mountain.

"Boom."

Wuyue Minghuang failed to catch this attack, and his skin burst instantly and was beaten to sink to the ground. Only the skeleton and part of the flesh and blood were left in his body, which was hideous and terrifying, and was seriously traumatized.

"How could it be so strong..."

This thought had just changed into the mind of Wu Yueming Emperor.

The second sword of the Blood Spirit Immortal had already slashed down. With a loud bang, Wu Yue Minghuang's arms and spine broke, and the skeleton collapsed, turning into a pile of flesh and blood that was beyond recognition, leaving no human form.

The Blood Spirit Fairy was about to cut off the third sword and completely destroyed the vitality of Wuyue Minghuang.

Suddenly, he sensed something. He stopped holding a stone sword in his hand, looked up at the dark clouds, and sang: "The Temple of Destiny is known as the best in the world and supreme, what? In order to deal with me, he actually wanted to attack?"

If he had just cut the sword and hidden in the clouds, the man would have taken the opportunity to take action.

The threat from the man in the clouds is even more than the Emperor Wu Yueming.

"What?"
To be continued...