So, I hid in the purple gourd.

"Whoa!"

Zhang Ruochen rushed out of the purple gold gourd and whispered: "Dark Light Curse!"

A white-clothed Death God who was three steps away was cursed before he could react. Like the Magpie God, he was unable to move.

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and sent him into the Seven Stars Imperial Palace.

"Dark Light Curse!"

The second Death in White was cursed and fixed there as if he were petrified.

Zhang Ruochen kicked him, causing him to fly into the Seven-Star Emperor Palace.

"Dark Light Curse!"

The third god of death in white was imprisoned. Zhang Ruochen placed a palm on him and teleported him into the Seven-Star Emperor Palace.

Because Zhang Ruochen released the virtual time domain and was fast enough, he shouted the three dark light curses almost at the same time, and the great sage of the Temple of Death was too late to stop him.

Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to shout out the fourth Dark Light Curse, Yuan Ji yelled: "Shut up."

The sound of breaking wind came, and a jade sword the size of a palm flew towards his heart like a spiritual snake.

The Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror automatically flew back and turned into a heart-protecting mirror.

"Bang!"

The jade sword hit the mirror, making a loud sound like a bell, and Zhang Ruochen was thrown straight away.

Originally Ji Yi succeeded in striking, his face looked happy, he pushed out his right hand, mobilized more powerful power, and blessed the jade sword with the level of the six-element king's sacred weapon.

The hidden mountain magic mirror flashed with light and swallowed the jade sword.

Zhang Ruochen landed with his feet on the ground and stabilized his body. He turned around and saw that he had flown back into the defensive formation of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace and was stepping on the stairs with his back foot.

Originally, Ji was dumbfounded and found that the connection with Yujian had disappeared!

That is not an ordinary item, it is a six-element king's holy weapon, with the potential to advance to the supreme holy weapon, and is worth tens of thousands of sacred stones.

Yuan Ji quickly regained his composure and surrounded the Seven Star Emperor Palace with the great saints from the Temple of Death.

This time, they really didn't dare to act rashly. After all, there were already four Great Sages in the World of Death captured by Zhang Ruochen. If Zhang Ruochen was forced to panic and killed them all, the consequences would be serious!

All the monks watching the battle were astonished. They never expected that Zhang Ruochen, who was previously as cowardly and coward as a dog, could cause such a huge loss to the Temple of Death.

Were feelings all just fake before?

Deliberately showing weakness to the enemy?

Despicable!

Many monks cursed Zhang Ruochen in a low voice, thinking that he was insidious and shameless.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the steps of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, feeling very tired in his heart. What happened to them? Why are they so prejudiced against me, Zhang Ruochen?

Obviously I am the weak one, being targeted by a large group of powerful people from the Temple of Death.

I obviously treat people with the utmost kindness and am willing to turn my enemies into enemies with the Temple of Death. Why can't you see that?

Hey, forget it, why care about other people's misunderstandings, as long as you have a clear conscience.

The emperor of the Earth Demon Clan, Xuan Disha, accompanied by a group of clan elders, came nearby. Xuan Zehai and Xuan Qingying immediately rushed to meet him.

Xuan Disha had an old face and gray beard. He was wearing purple emerald brocade clothes and a holy crown on his head, but he was full of energy. He looked at Zhang Ruochen standing on the steps of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace and said: "A hero comes from a young age. Zhang Ruochen's mental strength is so strong.

I'm afraid it has reached level sixty-eight."

Xuan Qingying couldn't believe it and said in amazement: "How is it possible? Among the great sages of the Supreme Realm, there are very few who can cultivate their spiritual power to the sixty-eighth level."

Xuandi narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Without such mental power, how could Zhang Ruochen easily curse the four great saints in the realm of eternal death? Moreover, he should also rely on his strong mental power to use the supreme holy weapon as he wishes.

With the mysterious and unpredictable holy will, at the same time, the power of the demigod body can be used more rationally."

The emperor of the Earth Demon Clan has lived for nearly 30,000 years and has extremely strong spiritual power.

Everyone naturally believed in his judgment.

Looking at Zhang Ruochen again, Xuan Qingying's eyes became much more complicated, but soon turned into contempt and disdain. Since he is so powerful, why did he pretend to be timid and fearful before?

There is no strong demeanor at all.

Xuan Zehai asked: "Why did the clan emperor leave the Holy Land and come here?"

"Someone asked me to resolve the conflicts here and help Zhang Ruochen escape." Xuan Disha said.

Xuan Zehai's heart moved and he heard something meaningful.

It's "let", not "please".

Wouldn't it mean that the monk who came forward to help Zhang Ruochen was at least on an equal footing with the clan emperor, and it was even possible that his cultivation or status was even higher than that of the clan emperor.

Moreover, in order to take away Zhang Ruochen in the hands of the Death Temple, the Earth Demon Clan will definitely have to pay a heavy price.

Xuandi smiled and said: "Since the monks of all clans cannot invite Zhang Ruochen, I, the clan king, will personally come forward. I hope he can give me some face!"

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Chapter completed!