On the God Platform.

The wonderful Zen woman like a dead tree actually opened her eyes and said, "Do you really think that I have no power to fight back?"

Seeing the wonderful Zen girl so calm, Mahayan felt a little scared, and his feet were forward and backward, ready to rush out of the stone temple to escape at any time.

It should be noted that a great god like Chi Xingtian even had his head cut off, but his combat power was still terrifying.

Wujiang smiled and said, "If the Zen girl had the power to take action, how could she give me the opportunity to stand here and speak?"

"I give you a chance to speak because I think you may beg for mercy. If you beg for mercy, you can still spare your life with my friendship with Wentong." said the wonderful Zen woman.

Wujiang said: "Do you think I will believe it?"

"Of course you won't believe it! But if you don't believe it, you will die, because I still have the power of one blow, and I can only kill at least one of you two. Of course, after this blow, I will die myself." said the wonderful Zen woman.

Wujiang and Mahayan still believed this sentence a little.

The great god, even if he is down and out, will easily kill a god in the Butian realm when he is fighting to the death.

When Wujiang and Mahayan were hesitating, the wonderful Zen girl said again: "Mahayan, I have no grudges with you. An old god like you is not weak. As long as you kill Wujiang, I will not only give you the opportunity to break through to the superior god, but also give you a supreme holy weapon. You must understand that only by becoming the superior god can you have the opportunity to survive the Yuanhui disaster."

Wujiang said: "Don't listen to her, she wants to disagree with us."

Mahayan said: "Of course I can't believe her nonsense, let alone, I am not a match for Lord Wujiang. If I believe her, wouldn't I seek death?"

"Don't worry, killing her will inevitably bring you more benefits than she promised." Wujiang said.

The wonderful Zen girl said: "Mahayan, you must understand that Wuwang cannot let any person who knows how to leave the abyss of darkness alive. For him, that is a huge threat."

Before she could finish her words, Wujiang had already made a lightning strike and attacked Mahayan beside her.

The wonderful Zen woman is so smart and hateful.

Wujiang originally planned to deal with her and then accidentally killed Mahayan and get all the benefits. However, after being pointed out by the wonderful Zen girl, he forced him to take action first.

Mahayan took action almost at the same time as Wujiang. With his years of cultivation and accumulation, coupled with his middle-level divine cultivation, his combat power is actually not much weaker than Wujiang, a representative of Yuanhui.

However, the loss was on the warriors.

When he encountered this treasure of Tianluo in the Dark Realm, he had no power to resist and was pierced through the divine body by metals containing powerful dark power, as if he had turned into a hedgehog.

The Dark Domain Tianluo imprisoned his spirit and was also devouring his body, flesh and soul.

"Ao!"

The Mahayana hissing sounded, but it was useless.

The metal thorns of Tianluo in the dark realm penetrated every inch of his bones, even his divine sea.

While shooting out the Dark Realm Tianluo, Wujiang also threw the iron sword out, like a dazzling divine spear of light, hitting the neck of the wonderful Zen woman on the divine platform.

"Bang!"

The magic sword pierced the wonderful Zen woman's neck, carried half of her body, and nailed it to the stone wall behind.

Seeing this scene, Wujiang's eyes were filled with a brutal smile.

This time, he bet right!

The wonderful Zen girl was full of lies, but she was just intimidating him, and she had no power to hit her.

If Wujiang knew enough about Kushijue, he would have taken action long ago. Because Kushijue is really terrible. Not to mention that the great god cannot fight against him, even the God Lord will be as weak as an ordinary mortal.

"Haha! The Zen Juvenile is so powerful. I was almost scared by you! If I hadn't known, once you were restored, there would be no place for me to stand in the Hell Realm. I'm afraid I wouldn't have taken a risk."

Wujiang looked at the broken and dead half of his body nailed to the stone wall with an absolute victory, and was even happier than defeating a peak-level strongman of the same era like Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen.

Next to it is Mahayan's howling pain.

He had become a divine beast, his divine blood flowed, and his pain penetrated into his bone marrow, and his soul seemed to be torn apart.

However, the Jumi Zen girl was very calm and did not say a word. She did not mean that she could no longer speak, nor that she had already accepted her fate. It was just because she knew that speaking at this time would only make Wujiang even more excited and happy.

She felt even more humiliated and uncomfortable when she made the enemy happy, even if she was just a little happy.

Wujiang walked to the divine platform and said, "The Zen girl's cultivation in her life is hard-won, and she is probably close to the level of being named kings and honor. Today, I will use your cultivation to create the divine realm world of my underworld."

"Wow!"

Wujiang poked out a palm, and a black hole the size of a wine glass appeared in the palm of his hand, and the dark power completely burst out.

For monks who practice the Dark Path, the strongest way is to swallow.

Dark devours everything.

You can absorb other people's cultivation and then convert them into your own strength.

The black hole in Wujiang's palm burst out with an unparalleled devouring force, which twisted the space in the stone temple and turned into a spiral shape. The spirit, rules, soul, and spiritual power in the wonderful Zen woman's body were like streams, surging like black holes, entering Wujiang's body.

"Ha ha!"

Wujiang enjoys the ultimate happiness in the world and laughs excitedly.

In the Battlefield of Heaven, he got half the opportunity of his own star, and the Dao Realm of the Underworld he cultivated was unparalleled. If he could use the cultivation of the wonderful Zen girl to transform the Underworld into a divine world, he would definitely be able to enter the state of the middle god in one fell swoop.

In the future, who else should he fear under the great god?

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng..."

Suddenly, the iron sword that was originally nailed to the beautiful Zen woman's neck burst out with powerful power fluctuations, and she struggled gently.

Wujiang put away his smile and frowned. He found that for some reason, the Divine Sword was not under his control.

"Swish!"

The Iron Strip Divine Sword was full of light, with red in gold and fire in red. It flew out of the neck of the wonderful Zen woman and swung her sword to Wuwang.

The moment the sword was swinging, the temperature in the entire stone temple increased sharply, as if it was filled with a sun.

In a hurry, Wujiang had to punch his arm out and use a black hole in the palm of his palm to face it.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, a large amount of divine blood spilled out.

The magic sword's advantage is unparalleled.

Wujiang's half of his palm was cut off by the iron sword, and his body was thrown out, hitting heavily on the stone wall of the stone temple, falling down like a paper man, half kneeling on the ground.

He looked alert and stared at the wonderful Zen woman who fell back onto the divine platform, thinking that she had taken away the divine sword and exploded.

However, the divine sword turned into a ray of flame and flew out of the stone temple.

At the entrance of the stone temple, there was a figure standing, and he grabbed the magic sword.

The divine sword followed with joy and made a voice: "Only the real peerless sword god is worthy of my elder sixth."

"But I haven't become a god in martial arts yet."

Zhang Ruochen's voice came from the entrance of the stone temple to Wujiang's ears.

The sword spirit said: "You will definitely become a god in martial arts, and you will be a peerless sword god. Because your swordsmanship is unparalleled, your sword spirit is so strong that it is unparalleled in the world."

It was not until this moment that Wujiang realized that the owner mentioned by this magical sword spirit was actually Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen had already walked into the stone temple, straight and outstanding, looking at Wujiang.

Wujiang had already stood up, standing straighter than Zhang Ruochen. If he hadn't broken his palm, he wouldn't have seen any injury at all. He reached out and grabbed it, trying to retract the bloody broken palm on the ground.

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen made a move like a illusion light, and he pierced the broken palm with one sword first.

On the magic sword, a sword light flashed, and thousands of sword energy flew out, tearing the broken palm into a blood mist. The destructive power contained in the magic sword turned the blood mist into a ball of flame.

"Zhang Ruochen, how dare you be enemies with me?"

Wujiang raised his broken palm and was furious, feeling that Zhang Ruochen was too arrogant and presumptuous.

The bloody mouth of the broken palm was invaded by the sword energy of the divine sword, and the wound was difficult to heal, and the divine blood was dripping.

"Aren't we always enemies?" Zhang Ruochen was a little strange, feeling that Wujiang's thinking was a little difficult to understand.

Suddenly, Wujiang laughed because he found that there were no other gods outside the stone temple.

"You actually came here alone." Wujiang smiled even more happily, feeling that he was really the son of destiny, and all the good things he had encountered.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Why are you smiling so happily?"

"Of course you have to be happy. I'm afraid that any god will laugh when encountering such a good thing today, and it can't even control it." Wujiang waved his hand and said, "Okay, I know that you, Zhang Ruochen, are still immersed in the self-satisfaction of the world's myths. You don't understand how big the gap between yourself and the true god is."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Did you forget that I am the messenger of the origin?"

"This is not an ancient and abandoned city, nor is it the outside world, it is the abyss of darkness. There are not many origin rules, this is the world of dark power. Of course, leaving the abyss of darkness, the origin messenger is still powerful, but it's a pity that the origin messenger was me at that time."

Wujiang took a step forward, and the country of the underworld appeared. In the small stone temples, black temples, blood stone walls, white bone sacred mountain... and so on, just like the real underworld.

There are rules of divine patterns pressing down from all directions and falling on Zhang Ruochen.

"break!"

Zhang Ruochen released the eternal domain of the same path, stimulated thirty times the attack power, combined with the word "one" sword Taoist holy intention, waved the heavy sword as heavy as a star, and slashed it down.

The underworld country inspired by Wuwang is like a map made of paper, divided into two by the divine sword and torn apart.

The power of the bursting of sword spirit is naturally very different from the divine sword that cannot mobilize sword spirit.

With the divine sword in hand, even the pseudo-god dares to fight against the lower real god.
Chapter completed!