A white-clothed god of death who was nearly three steps away was cursed before he could react. Like the son of the magpie god, he could not move all over.

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and drove him into the Seven Star Imperial Palace.

"Mind Light Curse!"

The second white-clothed death god was cursed, like petrified, and was fixed there.

Zhang Ruochen kicked him and made him fly into the Seven Star Imperial Palace.

"Mind Light Curse!"

The third white-clothed god of death was imprisoned, and Zhang Ruochen lined up his palm and teleported him into the Seven Star Imperial Palace.

Because Zhang Ruochen released the virtual time domain, and the speed was fast enough, three Nether Light Curse shouted out at almost the same time, and the Great Sage of the Death Temple was too late to stop it.

Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to shout the fourth Nether Light Curse, Ji roared: "Stop talking."

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

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

"Bang!"

The jade sword hit the mirror and made a loud sound of a loud bell, which made Zhang Ruochen throw it straight out.

Originally, Ji's attack was successful, and he showed joy on his face. He pushed out with his right hand, mobilizing even more powerful power and blessed the jade sword at the level of the Six-Yuan King's holy weapon.

The mirror light of the Zangshan Magic Mirror flashed and swallowed the jade sword in.

Zhang Ruochen landed on the ground with his feet, then stabilized his body, turned his head and saw that he had flew back to the defensive formation of the Seven Star Imperial Palace, and was stepping on the stairs.

Originally Ji was stunned, but he found that his connection with Jade Sword had disappeared!

That is not an ordinary item, it is a six-yuan king holy weapon, with the potential to advance to the supreme holy weapon, worth tens of thousands of divine stones.

Originally Ji quickly recovered his face and surrounded the Seven Star Imperial Palace with the great saints of the Temple of Death.

This time, they really didn't dare to act rashly. After all, there were four great saints in the realm of Wan Death captured by Zhang Ruochen. If Zhang Ruochen was forced to force them all to kill them, the consequences would be serious!

All the monks watching the battle were extremely shocked and never expected that Zhang Ruochen, who had been as cowardly as a dog and as soft as a ball, could make the Temple of Death suffer such a great loss.

Have feelings been pretended before?

Deliberately show the enemy to be weak?

It's despicable!

Many monks whispered to Zhang Ruochen, thinking that he was sinister and shameless.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the steps of the Seven Stars Palace, feeling very fucked. What's wrong with them? Why do they have such a big prejudice against me, Zhang Ruochen?

I was obviously the weaker side and was targeted by a large group of powerful people in the Temple of Death.

I am obviously treating people with the greatest kindness and willing to turn war with the Temple of Death into jade, why can't you tell me?

Alas, forget it, why bother to care about other people’s misunderstandings? As long as you have a clear conscience.

The emperor of the Earth Demon clan, Xuan Disha, came to the nearby place accompanied by elders among the clans. Xuan Zehai and Xuan Qingying immediately rushed to pay their respects.

Xuan Disha had an old face, gray hair, wearing purple jade brocade clothes, and a holy crown, but was energetic. Looking at Zhang Ruochen standing on the steps of the Seven Star Imperial Palace, he said, "Heroes are young, Zhang Ruochen's mental strength is probably already at level 68."

Xuan Qingying couldn't believe it and said in surprise: "How is it possible? Among the Supreme Great Saints, there are very few who can cultivate their mental power to the sixty-eighth level."

Xuan Disha narrowed his eyes and smiled, "If there were no such mental power, how could Zhang Ruochen easily curse the four great saints of life in the world of death? Moreover, he should also rely on his powerful mental power to use the supreme holy weapon as he wishes, and the mysterious and unpredictable holy will, and at the same time, he would use the power of the demigod's body more reasonably."

The emperor of the Earth Demon Clan has lived for almost 30,000 years and is extremely powerful in his mental power.

Everyone naturally believed in his judgment.

Looking at Zhang Ruochen again, Xuan Qingying's eyes became much more complicated, but soon became contempt and disdainful. Since she was so powerful, why did she pretend to be timid and afraid of things before?

There is no style of a strong man at all.

Xuan Zehai asked: "Why did the clan emperor leave the holy land and come here?"

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

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

It is "let" rather than "please".

Isn’t that the cultivator who came forward to help Zhang Ruochen is at least on par with the clan emperor, and it is even possible that his cultivation or status is even higher than that of the clan emperor.

Moreover, if you want to take Zhang Ruochen away in the hands of the Temple of Death, the Earth Demon Clan will definitely have to pay a considerable price.

Xuan Disha smiled and said, "Since the monks of all races cannot invite Zhang Ruochen, my clan emperor will come forward in person, hoping that he can give him some face!"

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Chapter completed!