In ancient times, there was a big chunk, which took eight thousand years as spring, eight thousand years as autumn, and thirty thousand years as its year.

The Shenchun Tree is extremely ancient and unknown how many years it has been around.

It grows in this forbidden area of ​​the sea area, and the light spots of time mark gather in large quantities in the sea area, with strong spirit and active rules of heaven and earth. It is a place that is of great benefit to the cultivation of gods.

Shenchun Tree is wise, but its combat power is not very strong.

In order to protect the Shenchun Tree, the gods of the Tianchu civilization have arranged a large number of formations and divine patterns in this forbidden area in the sea area. There are twelve formation towers on the sea surface.

The trunk of the Shenchun tree is thicker than that of the peach tree. It has a large number of roots along the trunk and plunge into the sea water. The smaller roots are hundreds of meters thick.

It's autumn, and the leaves are golden.

The colors of the thousands of miles of sea area are reflected in gold.

The Tianchu civilized army was guarding under the twelve formation towers. They stepped on golden sea water, held holy spears, and the holy aura emitted from their bodies twisted together, which was as powerful as a rainbow.

Luo Jinshu is the second son of King Yu, the superior god realm, and is responsible for guarding the god Chunshu.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, with golden armor hanging on it, dragon-shaped tiger bones hanging outside the Taoist robe, and looked firmly at the army of dead tribes outside the formation.

Yuetong Zhenjun is also the superior god of Tianchu civilization. He came not long ago to assist Luo Jinshu in activate the formation and resist the attack of the army in the Hell Realm.

Yue Tong Zhenjun looked at the back of the army of deaths in the distance, where there was a wide space opening and said coldly: "The sea area is eight million miles wide, why is the space split here? There must be a traitor who was afraid of the Hell Realm and reported the location of the Shenchun Tree in exchange for the opportunity to be a slave."

Luo Jinshu's eyes were dark and said, "It's meaningless to complain about these things now. It's more important to defend the formation and block the attack of the hell realm than anything else. If you lose the spiritual roots of the heaven and earth, the spirit of the Tianchu civilization world will be exhausted, the holy energy will dissipate, and the protection realm formation will be severely weakened."

"Even the divine formation in the starry sky relies on the spirit of Tianchu civilization to completely activate and resist the Shura Star Pillar Realm."

"If the Shenchun tree is cut off, we will be done, and billions of creatures in the big world will also be destroyed..."

At the end of the day, Luo Jinshu's voice was a little choked.

Because he knew better than anyone else that that day would definitely come, just sooner or later. Everything he did now was just a dying struggle, but a reluctance in his heart, and he insisted on fighting fate.

Yue Tong Zhenjun whispered: "I heard that keeping the fire can allow a god to be the guardian of the fire..."

Luo Jinshu's eyes were like torches and looked at him.

Yue Tong Zhenjun saw Luo Jinshu's dissatisfaction, but said: "If we blocked the attack of the army of the dead, it would be a great achievement. Jinshu, I know that you have the will to live and perish with the Tianchu civilization, but I want to protect the next generation of the Tianchu civilization and let the Tianchu civilization regain its glory in a certain place in the universe after several Yuanshes."

Luo Jinshu was angry, but he knew that everyone had their own aspirations and could not force them. Moreover, he had to use the power of Yuetong Zhenjun to protect the god Chunshu, so he had to force his anger.

This made him feel a strong sense of powerlessness!

In the face of death and destruction, most people will be afraid.

Survival is just instinct.

There is nothing wrong at all!

He felt lonely inside, but his eyes were firm, and he said, "The attack from the Dead Army is coming!"

In addition to the Shenchunshu's numerous formations, the army of dead tribes continued to rush out from the cracks in the space. The gray dead aura enveloped the sea, eroded the divine patterns, and the aura was decaying and cold.

The top ten monarchs of the Dead Clan have successively arrived, all of them are true gods. In the Hell Realm, all of them are overlords. There is a star field under their seat as a territory, and they are worshipped by trillions of monks.

The cultivation of the Red Soul Monarch has reached the great perfection of the superior god, with gray wings on his back.

As soon as he arrived at the great world of Tianchu civilization, he manifested a giant body and used his body to break the divine patterns imprisoned in the sea.

The divine body quickly rose to more than 3,000 feet high, and lightning and thunder were heard around her.

Immediately afterwards, he released the world of divine realm. A black soil world had just appeared in front of him and touched a powerful divine pattern.

"Boom!"

That corner of the world of the Divine Realm was destroyed by the power bursting out from the divine pattern.

The fragments of the world fell into the sea.

A white-haired man wearing a silver-white divine robe flew out from the crack in the space and said, "Be careful, that is the divine pattern carved by the old God of Tianchu Civilization."

"I've seen the priest of the gods."

The soldiers of the dead kowtowed and bowed.

Even the top ten monarchs nodded slightly to show their respect.

The priest of the gods in the Temple of Death had a calm eyes, no arrogance or impatience, and said, "The formations and divine patterns here are very different. Let's build a pattern-stained altar first."

"yes!"

All the top ten monarchs showed giant bodies, as majestic as mountains, and they sucked the divine energy in their mouths, appeared in all directions of the Shenchun Tree, and exerted magical powers.

Break the divine pattern and destroy the formation.

Behind them, thousands of monks from the Holy Realm of the Dead Clan built an altar with stones.

Half of the altar was built, and the strange power formed by the pattern stone had begun to affect the divine patterns and formation inscriptions. This made Luo Jinshu and Yuetong Zhenjun realize that something was wrong!

With the means left by gods of all generations, even if the top god of the Dead Clan comes, Luo Jinshu will have the confidence to block it.

However, once the pattern-suppressing altar is built, it is very likely that the divine patterns and formation inscriptions of the guardian sage Chun Shu will become useless. Luo Jinshu dare not imagine the consequences.

Yue Tong Zhenjun could not calm down and said, "The stones in the seal are extremely rare. How could they bring so many to come? No, they must destroy the seals in the seals."

"You're here to guard me, I'll go!"

Luo Jinshu had tried it before, but the attacks he had launched were all destroyed by the top ten monarchs.

You must fight out of the formation and break out of the encirclement formed by the top ten monarchs to have the chance to destroy the altar of the pattern. However, this opportunity is very slim, because behind the top ten monarchs, there is also a god sacrifice with unfathomable cultivation.

Next to the sacrifice of the gods that day, a large number of monks from the Holy Realm of the Dead Clan were also building altars. I don’t know what the function was, which made Luo Jinshu extremely uneasy.

Fight!

Only with the desire to fight to the death can one do this absolutely impossible.

Yue Tong Zhenjun believed that he did not have the courage of Luo Jinshu and said, "Go, let me leave it here!"

Luo Jinshu held his ten fingers tightly, urged the golden armor on his body, and bright light burst out from his whole body. With a long roar, he passed through layers of formations and went straight toward the direction of the pattern-suppressing altar.

Four of the top ten monarchs looked at each other.

Lord Yuantian smiled and said, "Luo Jinshu is the son of King Yu. Although it is only the middle stage of the upper god, we still need to pay attention to it. Leave it to me!"

The Yuantian Lord is the peak of the upper god.

The most important thing is that he has survived the Yuanhui disaster, so his cultivation and combat power are considered top-notch in the peak of the upper god. Naturally, he is more than enough to face the previous middle-stage upper god.

A huge amount of dead aura surged out of the divine realm world of the Yuantian monarch.

The dead air burns and turns into divine flames.

"Hellfire Source Knife!"

The Yuantian monarch used his magical powers and concentrated his spirit into a source knife hundreds of feet long, slashed out through the air, and slashed towards Luo Jinshu's only way to the altar of Zhenzhi.

The temperature of the Hellfire Source Knife is extremely high, and the entire sea area is boiling.

Luo Jinshu knew his cultivation level, and the Yuanxunyuantian monarch did not fight with him head-on. He pulled up his body and rushed into the sky, avoiding the Hellfire Source Sword.

The Lord Yuantian seemed to have expected him to do this long ago, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth and a gray look spitting out of his mouth.

"call!"

Inside his spirit, there is a bronze bead.

One by one, the divine texts flew out from the bronze beads and turned into an ancient scripture.

Luo Jinshu had no choice but to summon a purple-black wooden stick and slashed it out. Thousands of thunder dragons surged out of the stick, colliding with the ancient scriptures floating in the void.

"Boom!"

The collision between two powerful divine powers can be said to be overturned, and the divine patterns in the sky are revealed.

"Luo Jinshu!"

Suddenly, the deafening sound of the Lord Yuantian sounded behind Luo Jinshu.

Without looking back, Luo Jinshu had sensed a huge phantom of death behind him, with evil spirits soaring into the sky, frowning with ferocious eyes, holding his fists and bombarding him.

At this critical moment, Luo Jinshu did not turn around to defend himself, and looked at the altar of Zhenbing. The divine blood in his body burned, bursting out at the fastest speed, and rushed straight towards him.

Just as the Phantom of Death's Fist fell down, Luo Jinshu waved his right hand and made a formation map.

After the formation map was unfolded, it turned into a towering mountain of gold and stone, which was ten thousand feet high, and a large number of formation inscriptions flashed on the mountain.

"Boom!"

The two fists of the God of Death phantom smashed the Golden Stone Mountain, and the powerful aftermath of the divine power hit Luo Jinshu.

Luo Jinshu's body protection divine light was shattered, and divine blood was flowing out of his mouth, but he ignored it and a black spear appeared in his hand, which was suddenly thrown out and hit the altar of the pattern.

"Damn it, I don't even want my own life in order to destroy the altar!"

After being penetrated by a god in the middle stage of the upper god, Lord Yuantian felt his face lost, and he couldn't help but be angry, his body flashed, and he chased him.

"Just based on your cultivation level, I want to destroy the altar?"

The priest of the god stood in the air, emitting silver-white light all over his body, and pointed his fingers lightly.

The black spear that was flying rapidly towards the altar of the pattern melted inch by inch and turned into metal droplets. The metal droplets fell down and fell among the dead soldiers, and screamed suddenly.
To be continued...