"Haha! Boy, where can I escape? Leave it for me!"

Chi Kunlun carried the ancient sword of Shenyuan, moved the space continuously, and fled quickly. Behind him, the dark yin energy surged, condensed into sharp claws, skeletons, demon city... etc., in an extremely fierce form.

During the day, when a large number of original rules gathered towards the Yuhong Mountains, Chi Kunlun broke into the red and yellow Gobi Desert to investigate.

It can be said that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

With his profound spatial attainments, Chi Kunlun actually avoided the divine patterns and space traps and entered the depths of the red and yellow Gobi Desert.

But just now, I encountered the gods from the hell world.

At this moment, he was extremely injured, and his blood slid down the sword's edge to the ground. He did not escape far, but was wrapped in the black Yinming Qi.

A bone tribe god more than seven meters tall came out of the black fog.

Ghost fire burned on the bones.

The Bone Clan gods burst into laughter: "You are the son of Zhang Ruochen and Empress Chi Yao? Haha, they inherited their strong talents and had a strong cultivation level. Unfortunately, they are nothing in front of the gods."

Chi Kunlun was pressed by a wisp of dark energy and could not move all over. He gritted his teeth and glared at the gods of the Bone Clan: "You deserve to mention my parents' name?"

Seeing that Chi Kunlun could still stand under his divine power, he was displeased. He poked out his bone hand from the air and grabbed the ancient sword of Chen Yuan.

At the same time, a palm condensed from spirit floated over Chi Kunlun's head.

"ah!"

Chi Kunlun let out a long whistle in his mouth, his legs were pressed and bent constantly, blood was already oozing from his scalp, and the anger in his eyes was like two harsh furnaces burning.

The Chenyuan Ancient Sword has long been famous all over the world with Zhang Ruochen.

The spirit of the Bone Clan suppressed the weapon spirit of the ancient sword of Chen Yuan, stood in front of him, observed carefully, and smiled: "It is worthy of being the sword made of the magical iron of creation. Although it is still only at the Heaven-Standard Level, it is very likely to reach the secondary God level in the future, and even become a magical weapon. It is really an immeasurable warrior!"

A powerful voice exploded in the ears of the Bone Clan gods: "It's a pity that you are not qualified to have it."

"Who?"

Under the feet of the Bone Clan gods, black spirits surged out like waves.

A blood-red scorching sun tear apart the dark and boundless yin energy, from far to near, towards the gods of the Bone Clan.

In the center of the blood-red sun, there was a burly and domineering figure standing. He was wearing thick divine armor, and a pair of phoenix wings condensed from his back, and blood was filled with his feet.

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

Every step you take, the earth shook violently.

The wave of divine energy hit the bone gods, shaking them back step by step, and the bones made a "crack" sound, as if they were about to split.

The Bone Clan god recognized the god coming, and quickly knelt down on one knee, put his hands on the ancient sword of the abyss, and said, "Tarot of the Dark Temple, pay homage to the God of War of the Massacre."

Xue Tu walked to the tarot of the Bone Clan god, reached out and lifted the ancient sword of Chen Yuan, looked down on his eyes and said coldly: "You know the current affairs. If you kneel down a little slower, you have now become a divine source."

Taro believed that the tough character in front of him could do such a thing, so he did not dare to answer.

He is just a false god, how dare he challenge the true god?

Xue Tu glanced at Chi Kunlun and said, "I know who he is?"

"The son of Zhang Ruochen and Empress Chi Yao are monks from Kunlun Realm." Taro said.

Xue Tu said: "Then do you know, what is the relationship between Zhang Ruochen and this emperor?"

Of course Taro knew, but how could he say that at this time, and said, "I don't know."

How could Xue Tu be fooled by him? He lifted up the left leg as thick as a pillar, kicked it out with one kick, kicked the Tarot more than ten miles away, and plowed out a deep gully on the ground.

"Damn, do you think my emperor's strength is not strong enough? My senior brother's body is not cold, and he is now starting to attack his descendants. He is not giving me any face at all?"

Tarot climbed up from the soil, and was already in anger, but he didn't dare to attack, saying, "I won't dare anymore!"

Xue Tu looked arrogant and said, "Remember, although my senior brother has fallen, we are like brothers and bullying his descendants, which is undoubtedly a slap in the face of this emperor. Look at the face of the Dark Temple and Qingxuan Lingshen, get out!"

Taro didn't want to stay here for a moment, but turned into a divine light, rushed out, and disappeared into the night.

"I'm still not convinced. When I left, I didn't even thank me for not killing me. Your divine source will be mine sooner or later." Xue Tu looked at the direction where Taro left, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

If there was no other god in the Hell Realm who was there to watch, Xue Tu would not have let Tarot go.

The value of a divine source is not low!

"I've seen Uncle Blood Butcher."

Chi Kunlun held his fists with his hands and bowed to the Blood Butcher.

Chi Kunlun didn't know if his father was really that close to Xue Tu, but the other party did save him. Moreover, he is now in the camp of the Heavenly Court, and the other party is a god in the Hell Realm.

If he did not recognize this uncle, Chi Kunlun would not be sure whether he could leave alive today.

Others call me uncle. In order to maintain the image of an elder, they have no way to greed for the ancient Chenyuan sword. The blood slaughtered the heart as if it was cut into flesh, but they still threw the ancient Chenyuan sword to Chi Kunlun in a very free and handsome manner.

"Hold it away! This sword has been killed in your father's hands. Don't be humiliated by you. The supreme holy weapon I owe you to your father back then is worth it today!"

Chi Kunlun held the Chenyuan Ancient Sword with a burst of pain in his eyes and said, "The Blood Butcher Uncle Gao Yi is a hundred times better than those hypocrites in the Heavenly Court."

After being praised by him, Blood Slaughter was a little fluttering.

I dare not say at all, even if I snatch the Chenyuan Ancient Sword, I dare not use it. What if Yan Wushen hits him?

As a disciple of the Death God, he could indeed walk sideways in the Hell Realm, but he was still a little scared of Yan Wushen.

"I, my father and your master, are brothers who live and die together. How could I want you a junior's supreme holy weapon? It's a pity that your father, hey, if he is still alive, how dare I hurt you just a Tarot."

Chi Kunlun said: "If you want to see people in your life, if you want to see corpses when you die, you want to see corpses. My father may not be dead, and he may still live in the world."

Xue Tu shook his head with a smile.

The Temple of Destiny has long been calculated, and there is no longer Zhang Ruochen's breath of life in the world.

Since the Qi Hai and the Divine Source were smashed by Qing Zu, all the treasures appeared on Queen Chi Yao. It is impossible for him to enter an unpredictable place to practice again, right?

"Take it, and in the future, I will report my name to the monk from Hell Realm. Get out of here quickly. This place is not where you, a monk from the Holy Realm, should come."

Blood Tu threw a token to Chi Kunlun.

Chi Kunlun had never seen such a large token, as big as a door panel, like a shield, with five words containing powerful divine power, "The God of War of the Massacre" printed on it.

No charge, no charge.

Chi Kunlun took over the shield... No, it was a token, thanked him, and hid his breath and left here.

A figure emitting rotten corpse energy came out, in the form of a crow, and said, "Tarot is the general of Qingxuan Lingshen in the Dark Temple. Why should he offend the Dark Temple for a dead person?"

"Senior Brother Gu Ya doesn't know that Chi Kunlun is not only Zhang Ruochen's descendant, but also Yan Wushen's disciple. Who can tell the future achievements of Yan Wushen?"

Xue Tu always felt that in front of the gods in the Death Palace, he should show a cold and ruthless look.

Pushing everything onto Yan Wushen is telling the Gu Ya that I, the God of War Emperor, did not have any feelings, because it was all due to interests.

"Junior brother has thought about it far, and Yan Wushen is still worth making friends."

The ancient crow looked towards the temple and said, "We are already very close to Yuchen Temple. Let's go and take a look. Be careful."

On the red and yellow Gobi, there are space formations and divine patterns to protect it. Although it caused huge movement during the day, no breath escaped.

The reason why the ancient crow and blood slaughter came was because they noticed the abnormal fluctuations in the origin rules and guessed that there might be a large number of origin mystery in the Yuchen Temple.

The mystery of the way of eternal age is to be fought for by any god.

Soon, Xue Tu and the ancient crow had already arrived at the gate of Yuchen Temple. Looking at the desolate tombstones and dilapidated and collapsed buildings inside the door, I felt gloomy and terrifying.

The ancient crow is in the upper realm of the god and said, "Be careful, there is a space formation here."

"What's so great about space formation? In front of the gods, the space can be easily torn apart like paper."

Blood Tu released the divine fire and shot it out from the palm of your hand.

"It's the divine formation." The ancient crow said.

Xue Tu was startled and saw that the divine fire was about to hit the gate. He quickly opened his mouth and sucked all the flames back and swallowed them into his stomach.

"It's so dangerous, the space divine array is not a joke, but fortunately it was not touched." Xue Tu said.

Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qing'er stood in the space formation below the gate, looking at the two gods of the hell world who came here.

"The ancient crow, the disciple of the Death God, is not considered a strong person at the level of the upper god. However, being able to cultivate to the level of the upper god is definitely not a weak person." Bai Qing'er said.

Bai Qing'er has a very high vision, and it is a bit of a belittlement to the comments on Gu Ya in this way.

In Zhang Ruochen's opinion, the aura on this ancient crow is much stronger than the Wei Si, who is also a superior god, and they are not able to compete with it now.

But, that's somewhere else.

Here, Zhang Ruochen has the final say.

"You avoid it!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Bai Qing'er guessed what he wanted to do and said, "Do you want to see the blood slaughter?"

"He came just right. I am not convenient to do many things myself now. Someone has to make my knife." Although Zhang Ruochen found a way to restore his cultivation and life span, he has not yet fully recovered.

Moreover, after experiencing the incident of Qing Zu, Zhang Ruochen deeply realized how great a threat he was in the eyes of those top strong men.

Who can guarantee that Qingzu won’t take action for the second time?

It's better to hide your weaknesses and be safe.

"Make a knife? What do you want to do? You still want to kill God?"

Bai Qing'er felt worried and didn't want Zhang Ruochen to make a big fuss. After all, this is Xing Huantian. Before the sacred city was refined, the goddess Twelve Squares could not withstand the storm.

"Don't worry, I'm responsible."

Zhang Ruochen's mind echoed what Shang Hong said to the Queen in the Goddess Tower of the World.
Chapter completed!