"Wow."

The ball split open and turned into ten golden wings.

Zhang Ruochen, who was standing in the center of the Golden Wing, used Yan Shen's legs to suddenly step down and hit Tian Que Shen Gu on the back.

"Bang!"

The moment the two came into contact, a sea of ​​divine fire appeared.

Standing in the starry sky and looking out, the ocean of divine fire is as gorgeous as flowers blooming.

The biggest support of the Tianque divine bone is the pair of divine bone wings on its back. Those do not belong to it, but were given by a god of the Bone Clan. Its body is not the divine bone.

After being hit by Zhang Ruochen's heavy kick, his body fell rapidly, his back collapsed, and the hard holy bones shattered.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen stepped on the body of Tianque Divine Bone and flew out from under its abdomen. A huge hole was left in the body of Tianque Divine Bone, and the bone body became tattered.

What's even more terrible is that the broken bones at the hole were ignited by the divine fire and were burning.

The Heavenly Bird Divine Bones quickly flew away into the distance, and at the same time, they were running their skills and using various methods to refine the divine fire that had invaded the bone marrow so that they could no longer attack Zhang Ruochen.

After successively severely injuring three Great Perfection Saints in the Hundred Flail Realm, Zhang Ruochen's fighting spirit reached its peak, and he let out a long roar.

A bright golden light bloomed from his back, and the holy image of the thousand-mile-high Fudo Myoyo appeared, with the nine heavens above his head, the hell of thousands of corpses under his feet, his long hair flying, and his majestic momentum.

The great saints of the ghost clan used dozens of high-level holy spells, each of which had the destructive power to destroy the heaven and earth. However, when they entered the space near the holy image of Fudo Ming King, they were immediately beaten to pieces.

Zhang Ruochen stood between the eyebrows of Fudo Ming King, raised his arm, and made an earth-shattering big hand seal, which collided with the four ghost prisons made by the Four-Eyed Ghost Emperor.

"Boom."

The four ghost prisons collapsed, shattered into pieces, and spread into the distance, just like four worlds destroyed.

The four-eyed ghost emperor stumbled and was knocked back hundreds of miles.

Although Zhang Ruochen's battle power was unparalleled and shocking, the great sages present and the monks who saw the scene through the projection of the Divine Eye of All Realms all saw blood flowing out from under Zhang Ruochen's broken robes, and there were many wounds on his body.

Among them, the three wounds on his chest were the most shocking, penetrating his body and extending to his back.

This was an old wound struck by the light of the moment. With the fierce battle just now, the wound burst open and the holy blood flowed uncontrollably.

Many people don't understand why Zhang Ruochen didn't rescue the Great Sword Master immediately and escape for his life?

If he continues to fight, his injuries will worsen, and he may be at risk of dying.

Only Zhang Ruochen was still insisting, with a look in his eyes. There was an emotion in his heart that no one else could understand. This emotion could only be released through fighting and killing.

"Wow."

The Winged Ghost King stood 800 miles away and fired the ghost-headed whip, and the whip body spread out from behind the four broken ghost prisons.

The aura of the ghost-headed whip is cold and unpredictable, much like a ghostly steel black dragon.

Zhang Ruochen's power was far superior to that of the Winged Ghost Emperor. He stretched out a hand and used the Immovable King's Holy Appearance to grab the ghost-headed whip and drag the body of the whip, pulling the Winged Ghost Emperor towards him.

"Why is the power so great?"

The wings of the Winged Ghost Emperor spread out and turned into two ghost clouds. He fully mobilized all his strength, but still could not stabilize his body.

He was getting closer and closer to Zhang Ruochen, from eight hundred miles to within thirty miles in an instant.

Zhang Ruochen held the ghost-headed whip with one hand, made a fist with the other hand, and punched the oncoming Winged Ghost King. At the same time, the Immovable King Shengxiang, who was thousands of miles away, also struck the same blow as Zhang Ruochen.

Punch out.

If he is hit by a punch, even if the Winged Ghost King survives, his ghostly body will definitely explode.

"Hey, Zhang Ruochen, I'm afraid you're going to make a mistake this time." The panicked look on Emperor Yigui's face disappeared, and a gloomy and treacherous smile appeared.

Silently, a black shadow flew out from the Winged Ghost King's shadow and faced Zhang Ruochen's fist.

The black shadow is holding a strange sword, the body of the sword is like a snake, the whole body is dark, sometimes invisible, sometimes tangible.

When it is invisible, it does not emit any power fluctuations. Even if you use space power to perceive it, you cannot find it, as if it does not exist in space.

When it is tangible, it exudes powerful divine power and aura of curse.

It was Ye Changzai, and his Amo Divine Sword.

…

When I was writing last night, I was not in a very good state and I found a bug, which was the Dark Temple.

In the previous chapter, it was mentioned that "The Dark Temple is controlled by the three upper tribes." When I wrote it last night, I did not read the previous chapter and proofread it carefully. I wrote that the Dark Temple represents the interests of the upper three tribes. Therefore, I combined the previous chapter with the previous one.

The description of the Dark Temple in Chapter 1 has been deleted!

Regarding the setting of the Dark Temple, I actually thought at first that it represented the undead. However, I never wrote it down separately, so when I wrote it later, I remembered it wrong! I will sort it out carefully later and sort it out separately.

The world view of the Dark Temple.

In another place, people may have misunderstood. The Golden White Tiger and the Swastika Green Dragon are just prehistoric divine species, and they did not live for 50,000 Yuanhui. To give an example, a ten-thousand-year-old mammoth was dug out from under the Antarctic glacier.

From the corpse, a living mammoth can be cloned using future technology.
Chapter completed!