"Zhang Ruochen, the bloodless family, visits the Holy Land of the Rot."
Zhang Ruochen's sound waves, like the thunder waves of the gods, cascaded into the mud pots, making the cloud roll.
The saints who strangled the temple were all surprised and miserable.
Hai Ke paused for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Since he took the initiative to come to the door, he saved a lot of trouble. Four strange old man, you go and bring him in, I'd like to see this milky boy What skill can capture the great saints who have died a lifetime. "
The Patriarch patriarch responded with four surprises and immediately took a group of monks and flew towards the gate of the Holy Land.
Outside the mud pot, it was already crowded, and monks of all ethnic groups came to watch.
I was so shocked!
The strangling temple didn't bother to find Zhang Ruochen. Could Zhang Ruochen take the initiative to come to the door instead?
若 Zhang Ruochen came with five dead monks who turned into monks. This is definitely provocation and humiliation. It is simply stepping on the ground and hitting the temple of death.
"Zhang Ruochen and the Temple of Death are endless, and I don't know what will happen next?"
"Zhang Ruochen vainly tried to win over the entire Temple of Death with his own strength, but it was still too unwise. If I were him, I must first join the ten tribes of the Undead Blood Tribe, so that the entire Undead Tribe can confront the Temple of Death.
"The monks of the undead blood clan have no deep hatred with the temple of death. Why should he listen to his call? Besides, with Zhang Ruochen's current practice, he is far from having the strength to order the entire undead blood clan."
Uh ...
Uh ...
Zhe Yan Zhexian stood in the Seven-Star Emperor's Palace, but did not show up for a while, but was shocked by the atmosphere around him. He did not expect that this situation would develop to such an extent that it detonated the entire hundred-king royal city.
Suddenly, she regretted promised Zhang Ruochen.
Even if she is accompanied by her young lady of the Yan Luo tribe, I am afraid that she can't hold back the wrath of the monk who died in the temple.
"Wow!"
At the gate of the holy sacred place, bright lines emerge from the array of inscriptions. From the center, a gate measuring three feet wide is divided.
Headed by the emperor rot tribe emperor, a group of ten saints walked out.
Their bodies are all wrapped in black robes, they can't see their faces clearly, and they are all exuding the cold and corrupting power.
There is no embarrassing discourse, the rot tribe emperor said: "Please, please in the Great Saint of the Dust."
Zhang Ruochen stood outside the palace door of the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, looking down and shaking, and said, "The emperor has not asked me why I want to worship the corrupt people, why did I invite me in? Is there anything ambush in it?"
The emperor of the Hufu tribe knows bitterly. He knows that once Zhang Ruochen enters the Devonze, he is undoubtedly dead.
Zhang Ruochen died in the Devonze, and it is strange that the rot tribe was not destroyed by the blood extinction family.
But is there any way?
After all, the Yufu tribe is a temple of attachment and death, and they can only act on orders.
"If Ruochen is here, what is it?" The rot emperor asked patiently.
"Of course to apologize."
Zhang Ruochen slammed his fingers, real color, real greed, real anger, arrogance, and real killing, and stepped out one after another. Each of them picked two large red copper boxes and placed them on the ground under the command of Da Sikong.
Ten boxes opened, and there was a dazzling glow of light inside.
The urn is actually full of ten boxes of **** stones, which add up to three thousand.
The imperial grandeur is not scared by three thousand **** stones.
The puppet tribe emperor only glanced slightly, and his eyes fell on the five monks on the opposite side, sneering in his heart, "You are here to apologize and apology? Anyway, you have to choose something."
After seeing the five sages of the Temple of Death becoming monks, all the sages of the Temple of Death were filled with indignation and anger, unable to continue to sit in the Holy Land and soared out.
Xun originally yelled sternly: "Zhang Ruochen, if you really want to apologize, first surrender all the holy holy objects in your body, and then step into the sacred place of the rot people, maybe the temple of death can spare you."
The sacred saint who strangled the temple, displayed his body style, surrounded the seven-star imperial palace, and released the sacred power one after another.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense and killed.
With only a fuse, a killing that no one can stop will erupt.
The monks who were watching the crowd were struggling to breathe with powerful sacred powers, one by one more nervous than Zhang Ruochen, who was at the center of the storm.
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Original brother misunderstood. I didn't apologize to the Temple of Death, but apologize to the rot."
When the crowd was totally scratching their heads, Zhang Ruochen continued, "I heard that when I entered the hundred-king royal city, all the ethnic groups in the city sent monks to invite me and meet me, but I was in cultivation at the time At the critical moment, it was inevitable that the messengers of various ethnic groups were neglected and guilty, so they planned to go to the door one by one to apologize. "
"As for the people in the Temple of Death, last time, didn't we already say yes, and resolve the enemies in the First World War? Are you too forgetful?"
The Dao rot tribe emperor said: "I am afraid that the Great Saint has misunderstood. The rot tribe has no monks to see you and no monks invite you."
Hearing these words, a mocking smile appeared on the face of the Great Saint of the Death Temple.
"Is that right?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said, "Well, since that's the case, let's talk about the next thing. I want to cultivate the Sword Soul in Baiyi Realm, but I know it is difficult, mainly because of lack of cultivation resources. I do n't know if the rot tribe has helped the monks to upgrade the holy spirit, or to improve the treasures of kendo rules? I want to buy some. ”
"No."
The puppet tribe emperor refused directly.
What a joke? The rot clans are attached to the Temple of Death. You Zhang Ruochen purchased the cultivation resources and found the rot clans. Isn't this boring?
I was simply being brought to the door to be humiliated.
The grand saint who strangled the temple was happy to see Zhang Ruochen's idiot-like stupidity, so he didn't rush to do it.
Zhang Ruochen asked again: "Really not? For example, God's Star Soul, Wraith Pill, Holy Soul Pill, Excalibur ..."
"No, nothing, as long as what Zhang Ruochen wants, there is no such thing as the Corruption." The Corruption Emperor gradually became energetic, and said with great pride: "It is the ten boxes of godstones sent by Ruochen Dasheng that rot. The clan doesn't mind accepting. "
There was loud laughter all around.
Zhang Ruochen nodded solemnly and said, "Well, these ten boxes of **** stones, I never thought of bringing them back. Next, say the third thing!"
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's blood exploded.
A cloud of blood sea **** was manifested around him, and a pair of huge blood-red light wings rushed out on his back.
"Yes ... the God of War belt."
"Yes, it is indeed the belt of the undead blood tribe. Only the thirteen gods of the undead blood tribe are eligible to wear it, symbolizing the supreme honor."
"Wearing a God of War belt, like a God of War. The undead blood tribe saw it, and worshiped on their knees, obeying the order, they dare not obey."
Uh ...
The undead monks in the presence of He were hesitant, wondering whether they should bow down to worship.
If one of the 13 Gods of War is here, they will certainly not hesitate. However, it is Zhang Ruochen who wears the belt of God of War, a great sacred **** in a hundred realms.
Wang originally silently saw the reactions of those immortal monks present, sneering in his heart. Zhang Ruochen only wished to order the monks of the immortal only by the belt of God of War. It was ridiculous.
Whether it is prestige or strength, he is too far behind.
Zhang Ruochen summoned Shen Yuan's ancient sword, pointing to the rot tribe emperor, saying: "Today, I challenge the rot tribe in the name of the future **** of war of the undead blood. I want to be invincible in the same realm. I am invincible across a realm. Who can defeat me in the world? The strongest hundred sieges and the strongest thousand questions of the rot people can dare to fight? If there is no courage to fight, then the rot monks will see me and need to evade 30,000 miles. "
There was silence around me.
All monks don't know what Zhang Ruochen wants to do! Some people even think that he may have cultivated a problem and turned into a demon and turned into a madman.
"How did he just feel a little familiar with that sentence?" Said a monk of the undead, talking to himself.
Next to the grandmother, an elder of the undead blood tribe exclaimed, "I remember, this is what the blood desperate war **** said when he challenged the monks in heaven."
"The original words are: today, in the name of the future **** of war of the undead blood race, I challenge the heavens and the world. In the same realm, I want to be invincible, and I am invincible. Who can defeat me in heaven? From then on, monks in this field saw me and had to retreat 30,000 miles. "
"This sentence has been engraved on the pillar of the war temple in the undead temple, and is called the oath of battle."
The hustle and bustle grew louder.
Even if more than 100,000 years have passed, there are still monks who remember the feat of the Blood God of the Year, and challenged monks from all walks of life with one person.
"It is said that the owner of the temple of the undead and an extremely old war god, UU read the book www.wukanshu.com, and personally took the blood **** of blood repaired by Baiyujing, in the most famous **** meteor battlefield, the seaside of the godless **** , Facing the heavenly allied forces across Shenhai, shouted this sentence. "
"On the first day, one of the heavenly courts sent 57 great saints from Baiyue Realm to fight, but all were defeated and killed by the blood-desperate **** of blood."
"The next day, the heavenly court finally accepted the fact that the God of Blood Zetta was invincible in the realm, so he sent a monk from the high-bleed Zetta God to battle. The top thousand questioning strong men from all circles in the heavenly court shot one after another."
"Unfortunately, losing streak for three days."
"Even in the thousand questions, there is no one who can compete with the Blood God of Blood, and none of them escaped alive."
"You know, these world-famous talents of Baiyi Realm and Qianwen Realm are the seeds of the gods in heaven. If they were killed so much by the God of Blood Peerless War, heaven would be a heavy loss."
"The morale of the heavens and the realms of the heavens has been blown to a terrible degree. The gods on the side of the heavens are even more furious. A reward to the worlds, in the thousand questions, who can defeat the God of Blood, A reward from God. "
"Finally, on the fifth day, the barren sky appeared. With the cultivation of Baiyi Realm, it was on par with the God of Blood Jeremy. Nine days and nine battles, it was difficult to separate the victory and defeat, helping the heavenly army to restore the morale."
"However, the behavior of the God of Blood Extreme Wars in the past has become a legend after all, and has become the dream target of young monks in the **** world."
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen shouted the same words, did he want to follow the path that the God of Blood Zetta had gone through?
He vowed to fight against the rotten clan with battle days.
Chapter end
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