The monks in the Temple of Death were all at a loss.

What's going on?

How could Wu Ma Jiuxing be a god? Why was Lord Qianmo trampled to death by him?

Hallucination!

It must be an illusion!

Who created this illusion?

They could not accept the facts they saw in front of them. Master Qianmo had the best in the "ShenCrown Volume" but he became a god with just one thought. How could he die?

Zhang Ruochen and Yuan Qianmo had a lot of grudges, but when he saw him trampled to death by Wu Ma Jiuxing like a mortal, kicked into the blood lake, he couldn't feel any joy in his heart, but instead felt a little sad.

The first in the "Sacrificial Crown Volume" is the first in the first place. Yuan Qianmo, who has great luck and great power background, can die at the step before becoming a god.

Who dares to say that other monks can definitely become gods?

No matter how talented you are, no matter how amazing you are, you will be as small as an ant in the eyes of the gods, and you can kill them with your fingers, just like an insignificant speck of dust.

Zhang Ruochen finally understood why the Heaven and Hell strictly prohibited the gods from interfering in the world. If they participate too deeply, the impact will be severe enough and they will even be judged and killed.

Once the gods participate in the secular world, a powerful man like Yuan Qianmo can be killed in an instant. Who else can be spared?

At that time, I am afraid that the holy monks in the ten tribes of heaven and hell will be killed by gods, and no monks can become gods, and eventually, they will decline.

"Boom."

The divine power burst out from Wu Ma Jiuxing and the regular divine patterns tore the formation camel and the defensive formation arranged by the Forging Wind.

At the top of the altar, all the monks were pressed down by the power of the gods and could not move.

The endless ruled divine patterns were wrapped around them like chains.

When they meet the false god, they may have a fight with each other. However, Wu Ma Jiuxing is a true god, and he is even more powerful among the true gods, and he is many times better than the false gods.

Within such a small range, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

The monks in the Temple of Death finally woke up and realized the reality. They all looked like earth, and their hearts were sad and desperate, so they could only smile miserably.

A monk at the Great Sage realm can at least resist the divine power of Wu Ma Jiuxing and keep standing.

However, the fantasy truth in the semi-saint realm was directly crushed to the ground.

Huanzhen's expression was extremely painful, and her body twitched and struggled.

Everyone thought that he could not bear the power of the divine, so he did not think too much about it.

After a while, Huanzhen calmed down, her eyes were cold and sharp, and she thought to herself: "I didn't expect that this trip to the Origin Temple would be so dangerous. Fortunately, she left the soul seed of death in Huanzhen's body in advance to save her life."

Yuan Qianmo was able to become the first in the "ShenCrown Volume" and was called the cultivator who had the most chance to enter the divine realm. Of course, he was not just as simple as high cultivation. In fact, he had already cultivated divine thoughts.

The so-called "Death Soul Seed" is a secret method of the Death Temple. It uses divine thoughts to condense into soul seeds and plant them into the host body.

Yuan Qianmo planted the "Death Soul Seed" in Huanzhen's body, and his original intention was to wait until Huanzhen's cultivation level was higher and he became his own shadow and substitute.

Now you can only use the Death Soul Seed to take over the body of Huanzhen in advance.

Huanzhen's eyes looked at Wu Ma Jiuxing in the distance, but the divine light burst out from the other party made him almost blind. His revenge heart could not help but dim.

Now he is just a semi-saint. Even if he takes over Huanzhen, he may still die here today.

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Bai Qing'er originally wanted to slander Wu Majiu to temporarily stabilize him before finding a chance to escape.

Unfortunately, Wu Ma Jiuxing is not the kind of person who can easily deceive, and she directly asks for half of her holy soul. Once the holy soul is controlled by Wu Ma Jiuxing, in the future, Bai Qing'er, let alone want to be a king in the divine realm, she may become a slave.

Just as she was about to fight to the death, Wu Ma Jiuxing's eyes suddenly stared at the Blood Spirit Immortal.

In this space at the top of the altar, the rules of heaven and earth gather towards the Blood Spirit Immortal.

At the same time, divine lights surged out of the body of the Blood Spirit Immortal.

"You also want to break the realm and become a god?"

Wu Ma Jiuxing's body became blurred, turned into a long series of afterimages, rushed to the blood spirit immortal, and slashed out with a palm knife.

Bai Qing'er knew that the only chance to escape was right in front of her.

In her body, a dazzling light of origin surged, breaking through the suppression of Wu Ma Jiuxing's rule divine patterns, turning into a white shadow, and rushing towards the huge stone building.

She knew very well that no matter how hard she escaped, she could not be faster than the gods.

The only chance is to escape into the huge stone building, recuperate the injury as quickly as possible, and break the realm and become a god.

Bai Qing'er flashed past the temple of Death, Grandma Haitang and others, jumped into the dark round window.

"No, Master was captured by Fairy Hundred Flowers!" Master Yeyou exclaimed.

Grandma Haitang looked sideways and realized that Zhang Ruochen had disappeared beside her.

"Boom."

Grandma Haitang spit out a mouthful of blood from her mouth, manipulated the blood, condensed into a mental blood domain under her feet, breaking through the rule divine pattern that Wu Ma Jiuxing suppressed on her body.

She had just taken off and was about to chase into the window.

"Crack!"

The sound of stone rubbing sounded.

The divine patterns and strange patterns at the edges of the circular window rotate from left to right, and huge rocks fill from the inside out, closing the window.

The huge stone building has become a closed state, without even a gap.

"This fairy of Flowers is so hateful that it actually touched the divine pattern and sealed the window. Otherwise, we could hide in it." Master Yeyou gritted his teeth and was very angry.

Wu Ma Jiuxing's palm sword slashed down, and the divine light shrouded in the Blood Spirit Immortal was divided and opened.

Seeing that the Blood Spirit Immortal is about to follow Yuan Qianmo's footsteps.

"Wow!"

A sword light as fast as lightning slashed out from above the head of the Blood Spirit Immortal and slashed into Wu Ma Jiuxing's chest.

Wu Ma Jiuxing's chest turned into a light shield.

With a loud bang, he flew backwards and landed on the banks of the Blood Lake.

The sudden change made Wu Ma Jiuxing look surprised and suspicious. The holy realm cultivator at the top of the altar was even more confused. How could Wu Ma Jiuxing, who had a divine realm cultivation, be repelled by someone with one sword?

The space beside the Blood Spirit Fairy trembled slightly.

A young and handsome figure walked out of the space, holding a wide black long sword in his hand, put the sword on his shoulder, raised his chin, stared at Wu Ma Jiuxing with contemptuous eyes, and said provocatively: "I, Zhang Ruochen, come to fight you."

Wu Ma Jiuxing's eyes surged with divine light, staring at the man who looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen in front of him. Except for his strange tone, he could not see any flaws.

"Are you Zhang Ruochen?" he said.

The young man who looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen said proudly, "It's like a fake one."

Wu Ma Jiuxing shook his head and said, "This is absolutely impossible. Zhang Ruochen cannot have the cultivation level of the divine realm. Who is the sacred place?"

Wu Ma Jiuxing was alert in his heart that he could not see through the other party's technique of change, which meant that he was definitely an amazing divine realm powerhouse.

The young man said, "You Wu Ma Jiuxing can quietly break into the divine realm. Why can't I, Zhang Ruochen, hide my cultivation all the time? To be honest, I am the descendant of the Sumeru Holy Monk. I have practiced over the long river of time and reached the divine realm before entering the hell realm."

"The Zhang Ruochen you have always seen is just a flesh and blood clone of mine. I sent the flesh and blood clone into the hell realm just to save my son and daughter. That's all! Haha!"

The young man put his hands on his hips and laughed at the sky with a domineering attitude, then said, "Do you know the Sumeru Holy Monk? How can a new god like you understand his methods? The way of time is unpredictable. In one moment, it may be a hundred years, and in one hundred years, it may be a moment."

Wu Ma Jiuxing didn't know much about Zhang Ruochen, and when he heard what the other party said, he showed a look of half belief and half doubt.

Master Yeyou's eyes were shocked, and he couldn't help but whine, and then he fell into deep fear.

"It turns out that Zhang Ruochen's true body is a god. No wonder he is fearless of this master. If I really had evil thoughts along the way, wouldn't it have become a holy source long ago?"

"You have said you are a god. When I travel at night, I must sincerely worship you as my teacher and recognize your father."

"The Sumeru Holy Monk is worthy of being the future Buddha, and is worthy of being the most powerful. Even though he has died, he is still so powerful. He quietly trained his descendants to the divine realm."

Master Yeyou's mind flashed countless thoughts, and he knelt down to Zhang Ruochen in the distance, and tears filled his eyes, as if he had known that Zhang Ruochen had a true body, kowtowed and shouted: "Master, I finally saw your true body."

This sentence made the monks present who did not believe that Zhang Ruochen had a true body confused.

Could it be that Zhang Ruochen has really become a god long ago?

Master Yeyou obviously knew about this for a long time, and the tears in his eyes and the sincere eyes didn't seem to be pretending no matter how he looked.

The monks in the Temple of Death, especially the originally silent, trembled with their legs, and cried in their hearts, "I'm going to have a rest today."

If you are enemies everywhere with a god, where can you live?

Only Grandma Haitang was present who guessed the true identity of "Zhang Ruochen", and it must be Queen Chi Yao. However, how could Zhang Ruochen's ancient sword appear in her hands?

It should not be difficult to quietly take away the war soldiers from a monk in the holy realm with the means of gods.

Gu Shijing stared at Zhang Ruochen, her eyes fell on the battle sword in his hand, and found that it was indeed Zhang Ruochen's ancient sword. Even she believed it a little.

Gu Shiyan suppressed his injuries, stood up from the ground, rushed towards Zhang Ruochen, and threw himself into his arms. His voice was beautiful and gentle, and he said pitifully: "Ruochen, save me."

"Go away and stay away from me."

Zhang Ruochen was very ruthless and rude, and did not care about the beauty at all. He slapped Gu Shi Jing out, and pointed his fingers and shouted angrily: "I am awesome! I think I, Zhang Ruochen, will be deceived by beauty? I, Zhang Ruochen, will leave my words here today. In my opinion, any woman is like pus, blood and bones, and can be killed by waves."

Gu Shejing's beautiful face was made of a red mark, with blood flowing from her mouth, staring at Zhang Ruochen with a resentful look.

Then, it turned into a stream of light, and she rushed down the huge stone altar and left the place in shame and anger.

Zhang Ruochen said coldly in the direction where she left: "Far away from me in the future, otherwise, I will hit you once when I see you. Go back and tell the Princess Rakshasa, don't be foolish. I, Zhang Ruochen, will never marry her, let her die of that heart. I am a man she will never get."

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Chapter completed!