The ancient and abandoned city is vast and magnificent, with divine lights of various colors flowing out from the corpses and filling the world.

The body of Yunqing Ancient Buddha is extremely bright and bright with golden light.

This city is covered with Buddha fog.

The sword god Fengchen raised his sword and his murderous aura evolved into the shadow of the Shura battlefield. He said in a deep voice: "Who said just now, the ten Fengchens are not as good as one Zhang Ruochen. I have the aura to stand up and compete with this god."

In an instant, eyes gathered towards him.

The gods from various major forces are all powerful and have been circulating in the world in the past.

Although Fengchen Sword God is quite famous, he is only a new god with only a few thousand years of age. In the eyes of those old-fashioned god-level powerhouses, he seems to have insufficient background.

Standing beside Wujiang, Shin-sama, was a god who had lived for nearly 50,000 years. His body was as huge as a hill, covered with metal spikes, and said, "My son Fengchen, what he said just now was what your grandfather Yuankura said."

Just now, the Sword God of Fengchen was already seeing the situation on the court.

The five true gods of the Yama clan were trapped in a dark field with a diameter of hundreds of feet. The outer edge of the field was filled with powerful illusion power, which was created by a divine talisman.

The god who activated the divine talisman stood in another corner of the boundless body, his body was like a shadow, emitting powerful fluctuations of mental power.

In addition to the Wei Si and the Medium-level God-Capricorn God-Chee, the shadow presents the greatest pressure on the Fengchen Sword God.

The sixth true god of the Yan clan was Wen Chu. He was extremely injured and was suppressed by the third son of the ghost master Luo and kneeled on the ground. His chest was pierced by the iron as thick as seven fingers.

Seven iron thorns were connected to a cold chain, and the other end of the chain was lifted in Luo's hand.

It was with Wen Chu that they lured the five true gods of the Yan Luo clan into the field of the "Dark Light Illusion God Talisman" and trapped them all.

This talisman is specially prepared by the Dark Temple to kill the gods of the Yama clan.

Everyone present was a powerful person in the Divine Realm. Not to mention that the fighting power of the Fengchen Sword God has not yet recovered, even in his prime, if he wants to save people, he will be like throwing himself into a trap and hitting a stone with an egg.

In an instant, the Chen Sword God made a decision to break the dark light illusion god talisman first and rescue the five true gods of the Yama clan trapped in the divine talisman field.

Only by rescuing them can you fight to the point today.

"Swish!"

In the hands of the Sword God Fengchen, the Supreme Holy Artifact with pearls and treasures flew out of the sheath, pointing at the sword of Yuankura Shin-sacred, and said, "I really think I am afraid that you are a lot of people in the Dark Temple? Do you dare to insult me, and we will never stop until we die today."

On the sword body, the light was shining brightly, and a powerful supreme force burst out, impacting in all directions.

The dense sound of swords sounded, and countless sword shadows appeared, turning into dozens of chaotic sword shadows torrents.

"What a powerful divine power."

"His swordsmanship attainment has reached such a high level, and he has only been practicing in the divine realm for more than a thousand years? I am afraid that those swordsmanship gods who have practiced in the divine realm for tens of thousands of years cannot be compared with him."

All the gods present were surprised and realized that they had underestimated this new god who had only become famous in the past thousand years.

"Wow—"

The battle sword flew out first, like a stream of light.

The attack was not the god Yuankura, but the shadow of the god talisman that controlled the dark light and illusion of the god standing on the other side of Wuwang.

This sword that hit the east and west was beyond the expectations of the gods.

Gui Si knew that Fengchen Sword God was very close to the gods in Kunlun Realm, and shouted: "Be careful! He is a god who wants to save the Yama clan, so don't let him succeed."

It's too late!

The Supreme Sacred Artifact-level battle sword emits brilliant light and carries infinite sharpness, and has arrived in front of the shadow.

The shadow had no substance in its body, and its body was like strands of silk fog. A gray arm that was more than two meters long condensed out of the silk fog, and reached out and pressed forward.

In front of the palm, ripples appeared, which easily blocked the unparalleled sword of Fengchen Sword God.

"How is that possible?"

Feng Chen's sword god was stunned and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

This god has such strong mental power, which is extremely terrifying. No wonder he can control the divine talisman with his own strength and trap the five true gods of the Yama clan.

Other gods, such as Gui Si, Tian Que Shen Ji, and Luo, all their faces changed slightly.

How high is the spiritual power of the Supreme Sacred War Sword that can block the Chen Chen Sword God with bare hands?

Wujiang stood beside Youying, carrying his hands on his back, and was calm from beginning to end, smiling: "The Sword God has always been a master of Wujiang's admiration, why did he become an enemy of the Dark Temple?"

Fengchen Sword God said: "I am the god who does things at will, do you care?"

The shadow twisted his wrist.

"Bang!"

The Supreme Holy Artifact-level battle sword escaped from the control of the Fengchen Sword God, flew out, inserted into the skin of the Ancient Buddha's body next to it, and hung a hundred meters above. The golden body of the Buddhist God's Lord could not stop it and was stabbed inch deep.

Of course, it is also because the golden body has long been severely eroded by the power of darkness.

The Sword God of Fengchen took three steps in a row, his eyes extremely solemn.

Today's situation is more dangerous than he expected.

If you are not careful and fall into siege, it will be difficult for you to escape from the trap.

He stared back and found that Gui Si had blocked his retreat, blocking the ear hole of Yun Qing Gu Buddha, and trillions of rule divine patterns spread out from under his feet.

Wen Chu, who was suppressed by Luo, knelt on the ground, had divine blood flowing out of his wounds and his eyes became dim.

The Dark Temple has long had the heart to destroy the Dark Abyss Yan family, so it must be well prepared. Today is their disaster, and they cannot escape it. Unfortunately, he is now sealed with the Sacred Heart and suppressed his soul. He can't even self-destruct the divine source. It's helpless and too humiliating.

There is nothing more humiliating than suppressing a true god to kneel down in public.

I have endless hatred in my heart, but I can't burst out.

Gui Si said coldly: "I'm afraid everyone doesn't know that this Sword God of Chen and the Prajna Goddess of the Temple of Destiny are all with Kunlun..."

Suddenly, the cold air was covered.

On the ground, a sound of chirping was made, forming thick ice.

The surrounding scene changed drastically, turning into a vast world of ice and snow on one side, with icebergs standing one after another. In the sky, a magnificent and magnificent shadow appeared, bursting out with the power of the God-level Lord.

"It's the Ice Emperor's Great Ice Soul World, that Prince Xia must be hiding nearby." Wei Sidao.

Who is not afraid of the name of Ice Emperor?

Under Xiao Hei's control, the Ice Emperor Divine Shadow floating in the sky pressed out a large handprint that was thousands of feet long and suppressed it straight towards the shadow that controlled the dark light illusion god talisman.

The Great Hand Seal is condensed by the divine pattern of the God Lord, and contains infinite divine power.

Wujiang was extremely decisive and said, "Let's take action together!"

Among all the gods in the Dark Temple and the Underworld Hall, Wujiang is not at its highest cultivation and combat power, but his status is unparalleled.

The four true gods of the Dark Temple and Qing, the middle third-class pseudo-god general of the Dark Temple, took action together, each fighting a warrior, forming five bright pillars of divine energy and hitting the Ice Emperor's hand seal.

The other pseudo-gods stood in all directions, forming a combined attack formation to guard against possible enemies in the dark.

In the white cold air, the slender and graceful sounds of Prajna flew out.

"Crazy!"

The River Styx, which contains powerful death power, flew out the next step and rushed out a false god defending the periphery. The false god fell into the River Styx, and the body of the god quickly decayed and turned into pus and blood, and screamed in his mouth.

Prajna mobilized the power of the mystery of fate, and suddenly, the rules of fate between heaven and earth were all the destiny staffs that rushed to her hand.

A staff struck out and slashed at the shadow that was controlling the divine talisman.

Youying's arm gently waved, lifting the Destiny Staff together with Prajna, as relaxed as sweeping away a fallen leaf.

The shadow was about to launch a mental attack, which severely damaged Prajna and made her lose her combat power. However, the gods of the Yama clan in the divine talisman field obviously noticed the external changes and attacked wildly in the field.

The dark light illusion god talisman floating above the field actually started to shake.

It should be noted that among the true gods of the Yama clan, there is a powerful man in the upper level of the god, an old god who has been practicing for nearly 100,000 years. As a last resort, Youying had to do her best to control the divine talisman.

Prajna originally wanted to take the opportunity to take action again, but was intercepted by Gui Si.

Facing this superior god, whether it is Prajna or Chi Yao, they only have the power to protect themselves, so where can they have the spare energy to save people?

"Fengchen, you finally showed up. Where can you escape today?"

Tianque Divine Ji was furious and grabbed her right hand from the air. The air exploded, and her spirit condensed into countless thunder and lightning, attacking the Fengchen Sword God.

The god battle was about to break out, and it was turned upside down in an instant.

This city is shrouded in the world of the Great Thousand Ice Souls, and is still shocked by the impact of the divine power.

The third son of the ghost master Luo glanced at Wen Chu who was kneeling on the ground and said, "You have lost your value. Now, I will send you on your way."

"Puff!"

Luo's five fingers of his right hand were inserted into Wen Chu's head and extracted his soul.

For the ghost clan, the fastest way to improve the realm is to devour the souls of other ghost clans or other monks.

Hearing Chu's unbearable stinging pain in his soul, he screamed at the sky, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

But the next moment, Luo also screamed.

"Ah! Soul-Devouring Curse..."
To be continued...