I don’t know if Zhang Ruochen offended all the tribes in the city of the Hundred Clans in the past few days. Even though Zhang Ruochen was on the weak side, even if Zhang Ruochen defeated the aggressive son of the Magpie God, he still attracted criticism.

No one thinks that Zhang Ruochen really wants to resolve the conflict with the Temple of Death.

No one felt that what Zhang Ruochen said to the son of the magpie was all from the heart.

Instead, he believed that Zhang Ruochen was deliberately humiliating the Son of the Magpie God, and every word implied ridicule, threatening, ridicule, and making a son of god at the peak of his life without any dignity.

"Zhang Ruochen is so hateful. He won, he is very powerful. However, he doesn't have the demeanor of a Yuanhui-level genius in teasing the son of Magpie like this."

"Yes, I can't stand the saying that most. You don't even have the supreme holy weapon? Listen to it, how arrogant, are there a few stinky supreme holy weapons that are amazing?"

Many monks nodded deeply.

"The great saint who is the most powerful man of the deceased clan has become a prisoner of Zhang Ruochen. It is very likely that he will be forced to learn Buddhism and Taoism, which is too miserable!"

"What's the difference between forcing a human to suck human blood like an immortal blood clan?"

"The Son of the Magpie God would rather die than be humiliated."

The great saint of one of the clans shouted: "Why does the great saint Ruochen have to humiliate the Son of the Magpie so much? It's better to give him some pleasure."

"That's right! The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy, and the great sage can be killed but not humiliated."

"If the Great Saint Ruochen dares not kill the son of the Magpie God, please let him go immediately. If you want to kill, you will be more cheerful. Continuing to act hypocritical will only make us monks feel disgusted."

...

More and more monks are supporting the son of the Magpie God.

But, everyone knows that it is impossible for Zhang Ruochen to release the Son of the Magpie God. So more of them are to provoke Zhang Ruochen to directly kill the Son of the Magpie God to prevent the Son of the Magpie God from being humiliated again.

The son of Magpie was so scared that his vest was cold and his scalp was numb. He greeted the whole family of the monks who watched the battle in his heart.

Can he not be afraid?

The person in front of me is Zhang Ruochen.

There is no monk in the world who Zhang Ruochen dares not kill.

What's wrong with being humiliated? As long as you can get out of here, there will always be a time to find your face.

If Zhang Ruochen suddenly becomes angry and kills him, he will really have no chance to turn the tables. How unfair is this to die?

"Swish!"

The great saints of the Temple of Death flew down from the Holy Tower and occupied the entire street.

Each of them emitted the evil light of death all over their bodies, and they were surging from the front and back directions of the long street, approaching Zhang Ruochen with a surging momentum.

The monks watching the battle gave way.

"If you release the Son of the Magpie God and reject the long street today, it will be your place to hide your corpse." It was originally full of silence and momentum, pointing directly to Zhang Ruochen.

The hostages were in Zhang Ruochen's hands. Although there were many strong people in the Temple of Death, they did not dare to act rashly.

Zhang Ruochen frowned deeply and said, "I have a word with the son of Magpie to resolve my grudges in one battle. Now, the outcome has been decided. No matter how big the grudges I have with the Temple of Death, it should be resolved! Please retreat, today, I don't want to take action."

"You let the Son of the Magpie God first, and then talk about other things." Yuan Fei's Great Saint.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "The grudge between me and the Son of Magpie has not yet been resolved and cannot be let go."

The son of the Magpie God quickly spoke: "There are no grudges, I...I am convinced by the defeat. The winner is decided, and the grudges will be resolved in one battle."

I was suppressed by the Nether Light Curse, and my mouth was hard to open and my speech was very difficult.

Zhang Ruochen patted his shoulder with sincere eyes and said, "No, if you don't accept it, you still resent me in your heart and wish you could kill me. Hate is the source of all evil, and Brother Que's heart is still a little too persistent."

The Magpie God Son could no longer pretend, and his teeth were grinding, his face twisted and scattered.

Humiliation again!

Originally Ji opened his eyes wide and said, "Zhang Ruochen, even if you control the hostages, what if you think we will be afraid of us, and dare not take action?"

The face of the Magpie God changed drastically, and he shook his head hard at the great saints in the Temple of Death.

Originally, Ji stared at the Magpie Son and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I don't believe that Zhang Ruochen really dares to kill you. Today, the powerful people in the Temple of Death will not give up until they kill this son."

The face of the Magpie God's son became even more powerful, and he felt so resentful that he was originally silent.

Originally Ji had already explained that he wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen. In this case, how could Zhang Ruochen dare not kill him? Originally Ji clearly gave up on him.

The son of the Magpie made up his mind that if he was lucky enough to die today and returned to the Temple of Death, he would definitely find a way to kill the original silence.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen slapped the son of Magpie on the shoulder again and said, "How could I kill Magpie? There should be a big-minded person in the world. Even an enemy cannot tolerate it, so how can he tolerate the world?"

Many monks, including Yan Zhexian and Lan Xi, sneered at him.

...

The reason why the Great Sage of the Temple of Death agreed to take action by the Son of Magpie alone is that the Son of Magpie is strong and he is sure to win.

Secondly, behind Zhang Ruochen were the powerful people who were standing behind the world, such as the God of Blood and Lu, the God of Fortune, and Emperor Luo Yan, who were powerful. The Temple of Death rushed up to kill Zhang Ruochen. If these three people were not mentioned, the God of Blood and Jue would definitely be angry.

But, if the Magpie God Son takes action alone, even if Zhang Ruochen is killed, what if?

If the Blood-Reaper War God takes revenge on the Temple of Death, he will only be ridiculed by the gods of the Temple of Death.

Third, the son of the Magpie God has an extraordinary status in the Temple of Death, and everyone is humble. Let him defeat Zhang Ruochen and become famous by stepping on the Yuanhui-level genius.

But, who knew that the Magpie Son was so useless, would have lost his face to the Temple of Death.

In order to save face, even if the Temple of Death fights one more, it will have to take down Zhang Ruochen.

Originally, Ji ignored the murderous look of the Magpie God Son and ordered: "Take it."

The four white-clothed gods of death surrounded Zhang Ruochen took the lead in taking action.

The rules of the holy path and the evil spirit of death surged out at the same time. Then, the overwhelming sword energy slashed towards Zhang Ruochen.

The Magpie God's son looked as if dead. He knew that he was doomed today, so he closed his eyes.

"Wow!"

Ignoring the coming sword energy, Zhang Ruochen took the lead in pressing his palm on the chest of the Magpie God Son, and ripples burst out from the palm of his palm. The Magpie God Son's body disappeared. The next moment, he entered the defensive formation of the Seven Star Imperial Palace and fell at Lan Xi's feet.

The son of the Magpie God was shocked and looked at Zhang Ruochen in disbelief.

The four white-clothed gods of death are all cultivators in the middle and late stages of the life of one thousand deaths. The number of holy path rules cultivated by them is at least 30 million.

"Paipa."

Zhang Ruochen had already inspired the Fire God armor and released the Tibetan Mountain Magic Mirror.

Even if the sword energy penetrated the Supreme Power Defensive Layer formed by the Demon Lord of Zangshan, its power had been greatly reduced. It fell on the Fire God's armor, and only sparks were burst out.

Originally Ji gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Ruochen has the supreme holy weapon to protect his body. He must attack closely to break through his defense."

Four white-clothed death gods instantly formed a sword killing formation, and four death god phantoms appeared behind them.

The power of the four people was like a united unit, and the strength of the bursting energy was much stronger than that of the Magpie God Son.

"Swish!"

A white shadow flew over Zhang Ruochen's head, raised his sword with both hands, and cut out a sword river.

The second white shadow rushed out from behind Zhang Ruochen and slashed across the sword.

The sword edge was around, and the space was shaking.

The third white shadow pierced straight from the front, and the sword light burst out was brighter than the light emitted by the stars. The monks under the Great Saint who were watching the battle were all stabbed and bleeding from their eyes.

The fourth white shadow stood still, but the Three Yuan King's holy weapon war sword in his hand flew out and turned into a bone dragon, circling around Zhang Ruochen's right.

The four white-clothed gods of death attacked almost at the same time, and each of them attacked was like a joint force of four people.

"What a terrible sword formation, the four white-clothed gods of death seemed to be one, but they could attack separately."

"The Temple of Death really wants to kill Zhang Ruochen!"

The map of Yan Huang, Yan Zhexian, Prajna, Xuan Zehai, and Xuan Qingying on the building were all holding their breath and staring at the dazzling battle circle.

He had always been calm and composed, and his eyes showed a calm look and said, "Four Poles Sword Formation."

"Rumbling."

Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared.

The four killer moves performed by the four white-clothed gods of death were all cut in the air.

Among them, the two people attacked from one front and one back were the most thrilling, almost killing each other. Fortunately, they both had strong cultivation and amazing reaction ability, and returned to the sword to defend in time.

The two swords collided, and the two white-clothed gods of death flew out in the opposite direction.

All the great saints in the Temple of Death were stunned and could not believe that under the circumstances just now, Zhang Ruochen could still use space movement to escape.

Suppressed by the Taoist realm of four great saints who died in a life of one thousand deaths, and trapped in the sword-divine killing formation, Zhang Ruochen certainly could not move space.

So, I hid in the purple gold gourd.

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen rushed out of the purple gold gourd and chanted softly: "Mind Light Curse!"
To be continued...