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 was 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 experienced strong winds and waves, but at this moment their faces are as pale as earth.

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, that's it. 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: "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?"

Originally, although Ji could only be considered a weakling among this group of supreme saints, he could not resist the fact that he was Yuan Qianmo's younger brother, and with his status, he was 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 be successful today, said with a very proud smile: "My fourth brother is about to break through and become a god. By then, not to mention 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 are all content and don't worry about Yuan Qianmo's safety at all. Because they know that once Yuan Qianmo loses to Ji Fanxin and there is a life and death crisis, he will definitely break through and become a god immediately.

For Yuan Qianmo, who ranks first in the "Shenchu ​​Volume", once he wants to break through, no one can stop him. Of course, except the gods.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's eyes suddenly moved to the chaotic clouds in the distance, saw an incredible scene, and said: "Not good!"

Wu Ma Jiuxing, who was originally standing on top of Ying Long's head, emitted bright divine light and burst 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 Dao realm of the Chaos Holy Intention. 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 struck by a sword flying 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 Jiuxing, 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, Blood Lingxian, and Bai Qing'er all looked at Wu Ma 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 these years when you were missing, did you go to the Sword God Realm to practice?" Bai Qing'er asked.

"Boom."

Wu Ma Jiuxing flew down from Yinglong's head, crushed the head of Yuan Qianmo who was about to become a god, and kicked his headless body into the lake of blood.

The body turned into sand and dust and sank to the bottom of the lake.

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: "Anyway, you are all going to die today, 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.

Wu Ma 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!"
Chapter completed!