Sword Master reached out and grabbed it from the air, and the texture of the rules of heaven and earth appeared between his fingers. Suddenly, the "Asura Hell Map" in the hands of the seven masters appeared in his hands.
Even though all the gods present are giants, they still can¡¯t understand the mystery.
The Seventh Master looked at the empty palms and smiled helplessly. In front of a god-level existence, he was obviously still far behind.
Mortals look up to gods.
The gods must look up to the gods.
"The Picture of Shura Hell" was re-opened, and Jia Tianxia, ??the Lord God of Zhouhai, and the Nine-Headed Dragon God flew out from it. The three gods all had embarrassment on their faces. They were giants among the gods, but they were trapped in their own territory by the gods of the hell world. If this matter were to be publicized in the future, their prestige would be damaged.
Unless they kill seven great men today, they can avenge their shame.
True God Xuanyi looks quite young and handsome, but his eyes are extremely deep. He said: "Sword Master, you old man, go and get the Origin Temple. Leave this place to me."
There is an unparalleled confidence in him.
The Lord of Swordsman raised his head, looked into the distance, and said: "My old friend has arrived. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the Origin Temple for the time being."
All the gods present felt a terrifying power that oppressed the souls.
In this space surging with divine energy, a blood-leaf sycamore with an unknown height of thousands of miles appeared, illuminating the entire star field in blood red.
A blood leaf is as huge as a lake.
There is indeed a lake of blood on the leaves.
The thick aura of death is enough to make even the gods tremble with fear.
"The Blood Leaf Wutong appears, the God of Death is coming!" Several gods in the hell world were in great spirits.
With the sound of a phoenix cry, a colorful phoenix flew to this star field.
The feathers of the phoenix are brilliant, each one is like a sacred river, and the eyes are like two stars. However, such an extremely sacred phoenix releases a gray aura of death.
The phoenix flew in a circle around the blood-leaf sycamore tree, and turned into a graceful and hazy figure under the tree. The figure was extremely beautiful, wearing a veil, standing upright, with an arrogant aura that intimidated the world.
The sea of ??corpses beneath her feet was rising and falling, like a creature that had lived for endless years. The aura on her body was extremely ancient and terrifying.
The God of Death, Feng Caiyi.
Except for the Sword Lord, no one dares to look directly at the Death God.
The blood-leaf sycamore swayed, and the leaves flew out of the sky, turning into a rain of blood, rushing towards the direction of the sword master.
The sword master's expression was extremely serious, and he raised his hand and struck out with his sword.
"Wow!"
The space of thousands of miles is like a piece of paper, which is cut open with a knife, and the dark and boundless nothingness is revealed.
The bloody leaves all over the sky were shattered into pieces and turned into a sea of ??blood.
The next moment, the Sword Lord and the Death God who suddenly appeared disappeared into the starry sky and entered the void space. Immediately, the deafening sounds of battle were heard millions of miles away.
Very few gods have ever seen the Death God speak.
She has always been lifeless and extremely indifferent, as if she was born for killing and does not want to say a word of nonsense. Or maybe, in her opinion, the gods present were not qualified to let her speak.
The thousands of miles of space that was split open by the Sword Master's sword. The energy of the sword has not faded for a long time, and the divine power has not been dispersed for a long time. The space cannot be closed and turned into a long river of space cracks.
Among the gods present, no one dared to approach the long river easily.
After a long period of silence, the pressure on the factions in heaven and the gods in hell became slightly lighter.
Although they can also participate in the confrontation between god-level beings, it is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will risk falling. Therefore, it is best to stay far away and not get involved.
One hundred thousand years ago, countless gods died because they participated in battles at the god level, and they still remember the bloody lessons.
Xuan Yizhen said: "The Death God is restrained by the Sword Master. You deal with the remaining ones. I will go to the Origin Temple myself."
"Xuanyi, can you leave?"
The Yin-Yang Master controls the Divine Fetus of Destiny and blocks the way for the gods from the Heaven Realm to go to the Jiannan Realm.
True God Xuan Yi said in a cold voice: "Yin Yang, it's up to you? A hundred thousand years ago, you were not good enough, and now you are even less worthy of being my opponent."
The Seven Masters did not know what means they used, but they appeared beside Divine Master Yin Yang out of thin air and stared at True God Xuan Yi.
"You two combined are still far behind."
Xuan Yizhen mythical sound is just falling, and it is born in my heart.??, coming from inside.
The sound was very strange, like it was coming from some living creature.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's sense of Fei Zhong's puppet body disappeared.
Zhang Ruochen¡¯s expression suddenly changed. His puppet body, which was close to the supreme combat power, was destroyed like this? What happened inside?
Such a puppet body is worth more than the Holy Artifact of the Seven-Yuan King. However, Zhang Ruochen didn't feel any heartache, just deep fear.
The Great Sage Yeyou, the Seven-Handed Old Man, and the Cairo Earth Master have all been through strong winds and waves, but their faces are as pale as earth at this moment.
No one noticed that the moment there was an explosion in the huge stone building, the Sword Island in the center of the Blood Lake trembled slightly and sank slightly.
When they were still in shock
"Zhang Ruochen, you have colluded with the monks in heaven and repeatedly opposed the hell world. Today is the day of your death." As the originally silent voice sounded, the monks from the Temple of Death surrounded the formation camel.
Zhang Ruochen turned around and looked over, saying: "If you want to kill me and take away the treasures from me, just tell the truth. Why do you need such a high-sounding excuse?"
Yuan Ji smiled and said: "Since you see it so clearly, you took the initiative to hand over the few supreme holy artifacts on your body. Maybe there is still a way to survive today."
Zhang Ruochen said: "It's just you?"
Yuan Ji said: "What you rely on is only the Cairo Earth Master's formation. Once this defensive formation is broken, can you still be the opponent of the Temple of Death? It just so happens that Senior Xuan is also a formation world expert. Hand, how long do you think this defensive formation can stop him?"
Although Yuan Ji can only be considered a weakling among this group of supreme saints, he is Yuan Qianmo's younger brother. With his status and status, he is qualified to represent the Temple of Death.
Xuan Lingfeng walked to the front and showed a sinister smile.
Zhang Ruochen, who originally thought that he would succeed today, said with a very proud smile: "My fourth brother is about to break through and become a god. By then, let alone one Cairo Earth Master, even ten Cairo Earth Masters will not be his opponent."
"Before he becomes a god, handing over the Supreme Sacred Artifact is your only way to survive."
The monks in the Temple of Death were all content and did not worry about the safety of Yuan Qianmo at all. Because they know that once Yuan Qianmo loses to Ji Fanxin and there is a life and death crisis, they will definitely break through and become a god immediately.
For Yuan Qianmo, who ranks first in the "Shen Chu Juan", once he wants to break through, no one can stop him. Except for the gods, of course.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen suddenly moved his eyes to the chaotic clouds in the distance, saw an incredible scene, and said: "No!"
The Wu Ma Jiu Xing who was originally standing on top of Ying Long's head emitted bright divine light, bursting out with unparalleled divine power, causing the space to violently vibrate.
He stretched out a palm and slapped it towards the chaotic cloud.
¡°Bang!¡±
The palm of his hand turned into a divine cloud, integrating Bai Qing'er into the realm of chaos and holy will. In an instant, it was crushed and exploded.
The four powerful people who were having a fierce battle inside flew out like scarecrows and fell to the ground in a mess. Everyone was covered in blood and suffered serious injuries.
"Wuma Jiuxing, what are you doing?"
General Zhu roared angrily and immediately rushed towards Bai Qing'er, who was lying in a pool of blood.
However, before he could get close to Bai Qing'er, he was hit by a blade of light that flew out of Wuma Jiuxing's eyes. With a bang, the stone body turned into a pile of rubble, and all the life breath disappeared completely.
The Ghost King swung his iron staff and struck Wu Ma Jiu Xing, but was thrown away by a sleeve. His body flew out of the huge stone altar and fell to an unknown location.
Yuan Qianmo, Gu Shejing, Xue Lingxian, and Bai Qing'er all looked at Wuma Jiuxing. They were suppressed by the divine power and regular divine patterns that burst out from his body, making it difficult to stand up.
Bai Qing'er faced the divine power head-on, and slowly sat down on the ground, her red lips stained with blood, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "It turns out that you have already broken through to the divine realm."
"It's not too early. I only broke through after leaving Ice King." Wuma Jiuxing said calmly.
Bai Qing'er said: "Why?"
Wuma Jiuxing put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said with emotion: "Because, the strongest sword art is in heaven, in the world of sword gods."
"So, during the years when you were missing, did you go to the Sword God Realm to practice?" Bai Qing'er said.
"Boom."
The Wu Ma Jiuxing flew down from Yinglong's head, crushed Yuan Qianmo's head, who was about to become a god, with one kick, and kicked his headless body into the lake of blood.
The body turned into dust and sank to the bottom of the lake.
A generation of genius, ranked first in the "Shen Chu Juan", with not even a bone left, he was killed as if he were a mortal.
Wuma Jiuxing paced and said casually: "You are all going to die today anyway, so it's okay to tell you. Behind the Qiankun Yiqi Hall, there has always been the world of sword gods and the world of heaven. Qing'er, you are unparalleled in talent. If you are willing to submit, you can save your life today."
"Submit, who should I submit to?" Bai Qing'er seemed to have some real thoughts.
Wuma Jiuxing looked down at Bai Qing'er and said, "Give half of your holy soul over and let me control it. Today, I will protect your life!"
The divine power pressing against Bai Qing'er became stronger. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com); A genius of a generation, ranked first in the "Shen Chu Juan", with not even a single bone left, he was killed as if he were a mortal.
Wuma Jiuxing paced and said casually: "You are all going to die today anyway, so it's okay to tell you. Behind the Qiankun Yiqi Hall, there has always been the world of sword gods and the world of heaven. Qing'er, you are unparalleled in talent. If you are willing to submit, you can save your life today."
"Submit, who should I submit to?" Bai Qing'er seemed to have some real thoughts.
Wuma Jiuxing looked down at Bai Qing'er and said, "Give half of your holy soul over and let me control it. Today, I will protect your life!"
The divine power pressing against Bai Qing'er became stronger. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com