Heart, we don’t have any countermeasures.”

At this time, no one cares about whether it will damage morale.

To win a battle, morale is needed.

Prajna looked down the mountain and said, "Don't be so discouraged, the Queen is here!"

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the voice fell, Chi Yao's handsome and beautiful figure stood outside the Temple of Destiny.

She looked at the crowd and didn't find Zhang Ruochen. Her heart sank and she asked, "Where is Di Chen?"

Prajna walked out of the crowd, with a bitter look on his face, and said: "Di Chen was struck by lightning and fell into the river of time. We can't enter the river of time and don't know the situation inside."

In the distance, the deep voice of the spirit of the sea of ​​​​underworld came: "The power of heaven and earth can kill the ancestor, how can Zhang Ruochen stop it? If he is still alive, he will have come out long ago!"

The spirit of the underworld manifested into a mist body, tens of thousands of miles high.

Eighteen levels of netherworld purgatory were suspended behind him.

"boom!"

Yao Zuling shook.

The Red Crow King fell heavily into the Demon Ancestor Ridge and took root in the ground. While absorbing the ancestral divine energy in the earth's veins to heal his injuries, he moved towards the Temple of Destiny.

It said: "In the duel just now, the river of time briefly collapsed. Can Zhang Ruochen's body and soul be more difficult to destroy than the river of time?"

Chi Yao summoned the blood-dropping sword and glanced at the twenty-seventh level of the universe that fell deeper into the void without leaving any trace.

To fight against the half-ancestor, even the extremely weak half-ancestor must rely on the power of the twenty-seventh level of the heavenly world.

However, the moment she looked at the twenty-seventh level of the sky, she sensed a frighteningly rich dark aura, so she shouted: "Since the Lord is here, why hide your head and show your tail? The Spirit of the Underworld and the Red Crow King are...

Weak, if you don’t take action now, are you going to wait until they have devoured the gods of the Temple of Destiny and recovered from their injuries before taking action again?”

Zhang Ruochen had previously called out to the Dark Lord and the Fourth Confucian Ancestor, but the Spirit of the Underworld and the Red Crow King were just skeptical, thinking that he was just spreading suspicion.

In addition, they were at their peak at that time, and with the support of formations and the deployment of dark soldiers and generals, they did not pay attention to the monks hiding in the dark at all.

But it’s different now!

In their current state, it was okay to bully the gods of the Temple of Destiny, but facing any half-ancestor, they had no choice but to run for their lives.

The dark remnant body appeared in the shattered first layer of the sky world, holding Mjolnir in hand, and laughed loudly: "What a keen sense, I just activated Mjolnir, and you discovered the clue.

"

The faces of the Spirit of the Nether Sea and the Red Crow King changed, and they immediately joined together, and then entered the eighteenth level of Netherworld Purgatory.

The Spirit of the Sea of ​​Hell said: "Congratulations, Lord, for taking over the Tianyu World left by the Great Lord Fudo Mingwang. After taking back the black hand, I hope the ancestor will come."

Of course, Chi Yao was worried that the dark remnant body would break through the Tianyu world first and seize the evil hands, so he loudly said: "It's already this time, do you want to continue to wait, Senior Confucian Ancestor?"

On one of the broken continents of the underworld, the thunder altar bursts out with divine brilliance, illuminating the dark void of the universe.

The awe-inspiring righteousness fills the heaven and earth.

The old man in blue robes and Confucian robes stood outside the Thunder Altar, with a clear face, and said calmly: "The twenty-seventh level of the heavenly world is the legacy left by the Great Master to the living beings in the Kunlun world. It belongs to the Zhang family and no one can take it away."

The space becomes silent.

For a moment, no one dared to act rashly.

The spirit of the underworld and the red crow king had the intention of retreating, wanting to let the old man in blue robes and the dark body fight to the death, and then they would reap the benefits.

But they are also worried that once they choose to retreat, the old man in blue and Confucian robes and the dark body will join forces to deal with them first.

At this moment, a clear and sweet phoenix cry broke the deadlock.

The sound of phoenix chirping came from the sacred sycamore tree.

Then, wisps of flames passed through the tree and escaped.

The trunk of the sacred sycamore tree burned. The flames were very terrifying and contained the power of the ancestors. They burned through the three realms and formed a gorgeous and beautiful fire cloud.

"It's the Palace Master. Has the Palace Master succeeded? Successfully conquered the Indus Sacred Tree?"

"What a terrifying flame. Is this the Demon Ancestor Flame that burned Ancestor Chongming to death?"

"Heaven will never destroy my destiny temple!"

…

The gods reveled in the carnival and were extremely excited.

Although the ancestral flame is terrifying, it seems to contain the energy of life.

In Yaozu Ridge, the vegetation that was destroyed in the aftermath of the battle between the ancestors grew again from the soil, sprouted branches, blossomed and bore fruit.

The roots of the Wutong Sacred Tree take root in Yaozu Ridge and Lihentian at the same time.

At this moment, he was frantically absorbing the ancestral divine energy and the ancestral rules from the Yaozu Ridge earth veins, and he was also absorbing the "quantity" of power from Lihentian.

Chi Yao raised her head, stared at the tall and lush sycamore tree, and said to herself: "This is not as simple as just conquering the sycamore tree. Could it be that she is condensing the ancestral flame and absorbing the spirit and rules left by the demon ancestor? She

Do you want to become the demon ancestor of this era?"

"Feng Caiyi is indeed the second incarnation of the Demon Ancestor! If you want to become the Demon Ancestor, you must first pass our level."

The spirit of the underworld continued: "You two, why don't you kill Feng Caiyi and the rest of the ants first, and then we can compete again? I believe you don't want to see such a change as the Demon Ancestor, right?"

The gods in the Temple of Destiny all cursed the spirit of the underworld, and their intentions were too sinister. Once the Fourth Confucian Patriarch and the Dark Remnant agreed, they would be dead!

"Wow!"

In Yaozu Ridge, near the Wutong Sacred Tree, circles of ripples appeared in the space.

Zhang Ruochen stepped on the sundial, his face was serious, and he flew out, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was immersed in some emotion, without saying a word.

But just standing there quietly without saying a word, the attitudes of all parties changed drastically.

This is the intimidating power that only half ancestors have!

After a long time, Zhang Ruochen finally uttered a sentence: "Honored Lord, Confucian Patriarch, I propose to kill the spirit of the underworld and the Red Crow King first. Do you agree?"

"Woof!"

The cry of Ancestor Jin Ni and the aura of the Half-Ancestor came faintly from the depths of the Underworld, as if responding to Zhang Ruochen.

In the direction from which the sound came, golden light illuminated the sky, clearing away the dark energy.

In the place where the golden light is the brightest, the Sword Origin Divine Tree grows straight from the ground. At the same time, Xutian's aura has grown from weak to strong step by step, even surpassing before.
Chapter completed!