The ancient and abandoned city is vast and magnificent, with divine lights of various colors flowing out from the corpses and filling the world.

The body of Yunqing Ancient Buddha is extremely bright and bright with golden light.

This city is covered with Buddha fog.

The sword god Fengchen raised his sword and his murderous aura evolved into the shadow of the Shura battlefield. He said in a deep voice: "Who said just now, the ten Fengchens are not as good as one Zhang Ruochen. I have the aura to stand up and compete with this god."

In an instant, eyes gathered towards him.

The gods from various major forces are all powerful and have been circulating in the world in the past.

Although Fengchen Sword God is quite famous, he is only a new god with only a few thousand years of age. In the eyes of those old-fashioned god-level powerhouses, he seems to have insufficient background.

Standing beside Wujiang, Shin-sama, was a god who had lived for nearly 50,000 years. His body was as huge as a hill, covered with metal spikes, and said, "My son Fengchen, what he said just now was what your grandfather Yuankura said."

Just now, the Sword God of Fengchen was already seeing the situation on the court.

The five true gods of the Yama clan were trapped in a dark field with a diameter of hundreds of feet. The outer edge of the field was filled with powerful illusion power, which was created by a divine talisman.

The god who activated the divine talisman stood in another corner of the boundless body, his body was like a shadow, emitting powerful fluctuations of mental power.

In addition to the Wei Si and the Medium-level God-Capricorn God-Chee, the shadow presents the greatest pressure on the Fengchen Sword God.

The sixth true god of the Yan clan was Wen Chu. He was extremely injured and was suppressed by the third son of the ghost master Luo and kneeled on the ground. His chest was pierced by the iron as thick as seven fingers.

Seven iron thorns were connected to a cold chain, and the other end of the chain was lifted in Luo's hand.

It was with Wen Chu that they lured the five true gods of the Yan Luo clan into the field of the "Dark Light Illusion God Talisman" and trapped them all.

This talisman is specially prepared by the Dark Temple to kill the gods of the Yama clan.

Everyone present was a powerful person in the Divine Realm. Not to mention that the fighting power of the Fengchen Sword God has not yet recovered, even in his prime, if he wants to save people, he will be like throwing himself into a trap and hitting a stone with an egg.

In an instant, the Chen Sword God made a decision to break the dark light illusion god talisman first and rescue the five true gods of the Yama clan trapped in the divine talisman field.

Only by rescuing them can you fight to the point today.

"Swish!"

In the hands of the Sword God Fengchen, the Supreme Holy Artifact with pearls and treasures flew out of the sheath, pointing at the sword of Yuankura Shin-sacred, and said, "I really think I am afraid that you are a lot of people in the Dark Temple? Do you dare to insult me, and we will never stop until we die today."

On the sword body, the light was shining brightly, and a powerful supreme force burst out, impacting in all directions.

The dense sound of swords sounded, and countless sword shadows appeared, turning into dozens of chaotic sword shadows torrents.

"What a powerful divine power."

"His swordsmanship attainment has reached such a high level, and he has only been practicing in the divine realm for more than a thousand years? I am afraid that those swordsmanship gods who have practiced in the divine realm for tens of thousands of years cannot be compared with him."

All the gods present were surprised and realized that they had underestimated this new god who had only become famous in the past thousand years.

"Wow—"

The battle sword flew out first, like a stream of light.

The attack was not the god Yuankura, but the shadow of the god talisman that controlled the dark light and illusion of the god standing on the other side of Wuwang.

The four true gods of the Dark Temple and Qing, the middle third-class pseudo-god general of the Dark Temple, took action together, each fighting a warrior, forming five bright pillars of divine energy and hitting the Ice Emperor's hand seal.

The other pseudo-gods stood in all directions, forming a combined attack formation to guard against possible enemies in the dark.

In the white cold air, the slender and graceful sounds of Prajna flew out.

"Crazy!"

The River Styx, which contains powerful death power, flew out the next step and rushed out a false god defending the periphery. The false god fell into the River Styx, and the body of the god quickly decayed and turned into pus and blood, and screamed in his mouth.

Prajna mobilized the power of the mystery of fate, and suddenly, the rules of fate between heaven and earth were all the destiny staffs that rushed to her hand.

A staff struck out and slashed at the shadow that was controlling the divine talisman.

Youying's arm gently waved, lifting the Destiny Staff together with Prajna, as relaxed as sweeping away a fallen leaf.

The shadow was about to launch a mental attack, which severely damaged Prajna and made her lose her combat power. However, the gods of the Yama clan in the divine talisman field obviously noticed the external changes and attacked wildly in the field.

The dark light illusion god talisman floating above the field actually started to shake.

It should be noted that among the true gods of the Yama clan, there is a powerful man in the upper level of the god, an old god who has been practicing for nearly 100,000 years. As a last resort, Youying had to do her best to control the divine talisman.

Prajna originally wanted to take the opportunity to take action again, but was intercepted by Gui Si.

Facing this superior god, whether it is Prajna or Chi Yao, they only have the power to protect themselves, so where can they have the spare energy to save people?

"Fengchen, you finally showed up. Where can you escape today?"

Tianque Divine Ji was furious and grabbed her right hand from the air. The air exploded, and her spirit condensed into countless thunder and lightning, attacking the Fengchen Sword God.

The god battle was about to break out, and it was turned upside down in an instant.

This city is shrouded in the world of the Great Thousand Ice Souls, and is still shocked by the impact of the divine power.

The third son of the ghost master Luo glanced at Wen Chu who was kneeling on the ground and said, "You have lost your value. Now, I will send you on your way."

"Puff!"

Luo's five fingers of his right hand were inserted into Wen Chu's head and extracted his soul.

For the ghost clan, the fastest way to improve the realm is to devour the souls of other ghost clans or other monks.

Hearing Chu's unbearable stinging pain in his soul, he screamed at the sky, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

But the next moment, Luo also screamed.

"Ah! Soul-Devouring Curse..."

Luo's five fingers were pulled out of Wen Chu's skull, hugged his head with both hands, and quickly retreated. The ghost energy on his body overflowed, forming thousands of shadows of wronged souls.

It was Zhang Ruochen who cast the Soul-Devouring Curse.

Luo had just reached the realm of True God and had not practiced the world of Exiting the Divine Realm. Moreover, in the holy realm, he was neither a representative of Yuanhui nor a representative of Quasi Yuanhui. His background was much worse than that of Prajna and Gushejing.

A lower god like him is still a new god. With Zhang Ruochen's 71st-level mental strength and the ten thousand-cursed Dzi beads, he can naturally curse him.

Zhang Ruochen held the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Beads in his hand, flew out quickly, landed beside Wen Chu, and called out, "Uncle Wen, I am Ruochen."

Wen Chu was very weak. When he saw Zhang Ruochen's figure, a profound and touching look appeared in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen slapped Wen Chu's chest with a palm, shaking out the seven iron thorns and chains that pierced into his body, and fell to the ground, about to take him away.

Not far away, Luo slowed down.

He supported the Dao Realm and barely resisted the power of part of the Soul-Devouring Curse.

"Zhang Ruochen, you finally showed up!"

Luo forced the thousands of unjust souls flying out of his body back. His palm was bright and his yin energy was surging. He made a magical palm print. In the midst of lightning, the palm print had already reached Zhang Ruochen.

"Zheng!"

The innocent sword flew out and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

The rules and rules of the holy paths and divine patterns of the holy paths in their body were all released. Zhang Ruochen stabbed out with a sword, integrated into the "one" sword-like holy intention, and accurately hit Luo's palm.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen held a sword in one hand and grabbed Wen Chu in the other hand. He was shocked by Luo's divine power.

However, Luo also took two steps back and shattered a large piece of ice.

A look of shock appeared in Luo's eyes, because he could see that Zhang Ruochen had not yet become a god in martial arts, and was still at the level of the Great Saint. But why could he cultivate more than 600,000 rules?

"Wow—"

Zhang Ruochen raised the Child Sword over his head, and the secret of swordsmanship in his body, and the rules of swordsmanship in the ancient and abandoned city... To be precise, it should be the swordsmanship god patterns left over from the death of the gods, constantly absorbing them and gathering them to him.

Zhang Ruochen's aura became stronger and stronger, and he was extremely sharp.

The blood-red light emitted by the Child Sword reflects the glaciers on the sky and the ground into red.

"cut!"
Chapter completed!