The Black Sea is a big world where 90% of the area is covered by the ocean, like a black ocean suspended in the universe, with a diameter of more than 30 million miles.
There are hundreds of millions of creatures in the sea, rich in resources, and many rare minerals and rare sacred medicines.
Said it is a realm, but it is more like the treasure sea of this star field.
On the largest continent in the Black Sea world, there are seven temples. This is the hub of the guardian formation, which was originally guarded by the seven gods of the dead.
But at this moment, these seven gods all had their legs broken and knelt outside the temple.
They couldn't get up, and there were a series of tyrannical rules and goddesses pressing on them like a rain curtain, and they couldn't move.
Farther, the holy realm monks of the dead clan knelt down a large area, densely packed, countless, but very quiet. Because those who are not quiet have been swallowed by the **** of Xiuchen and turned into abandoned corpses.
Zhang Ruochen stood in one of the temples, exposing his thoughts of spiritual power, manifesting the avatar of thousands of thoughts, and analyzing the inscriptions in the temple.
After the analysis is completed, all mental power thoughts return.
"It's a bit interesting, it's worthy of the formation arranged by the gods. Without mental power, drawing the formation inscriptions with the spirits is a different way." Zhang Ruochen said.
Cang Jue stood aside and smiled contemptuously: "What about the formations set up by the gods? A formation master like Shaojun can quickly analyze it. The formation of spirits is not as good as mental power after all!"
Zhang Ruochen did not humble himself, and asked: "How are you recovering from your injury?"
Cang Jue's ghost body had been crushed, and his injuries were not light. Although it was not visible on the surface, the intensity of his aura had dropped a lot.
Cang Jue said: "With the help of the sundial, the old servant has refined Zhao Wu's many souls and sources, and the soul has recovered more than half. In a few days, if it is completely refined, the injury will inevitably heal, and the cultivation level should be improved. floor."
Under the sundial, a few days are a few years.
"We're afraid we don't have so much time!"
Zhang Ruochen stepped out of the temple, always thinking in his eyes.
The Lord Scarlet Soul and Lord Yuantian, who were kneeling on the ground, looked at the heroic Zhang Ruochen, and they were full of emotion in their hearts.
The young man who was only worthy to compete with their young son is now a towering giant in the universe, and one word can determine their life and death.
They watched Zhang Ruochen grow up step by step, become a world respect, and become the overlord of a party.
"Master Jie Zun!"
A burly figure with a wide shoulders and a broad body rushed over, knelt in front of Zhang Ruochen on one knee, with a sincere attitude, and said, "Master Jie Zun, do you remember that?"
Zhang Ruochen looked at the **** of Xiuchen, then looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "Emperor Dasen Luo, where have you been all these years?"
"In front of Jie Zun, I dare not call the emperor."
Omori Luohuang's face was a little embarrassed, and said: "These years, the villain has returned to the Temple of Death to practice."
"It seems that the memory is restored!" Zhang Ruochen said.
King Omori said: "But the respect for Lord Jie Zun is even deeper!"
"Let's talk about it, why did you come to see me?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Emperor Omori glanced at the Scarlet Soul Monarch among the seven gods who were kneeling under the temple, and said, "I want to continue to do things with Jie Zun, even as a slave."
"Don't you ask me to let your father go?" Zhang Ruochen smiled.
Emperor Omori shook his head and said: "The villain knows his own weight and dare not want to be so extravagant. Jie Zun is the top hero since the ten Yuanhui. It is an honor for a villain to follow Jie Zun as a slave. to."
Emperor Omori used to be mad, and once looked at the world's talents, but now the difference between the cultivation base and Zhang Ruochen is so big, how can he dare to be half arrogant?
The reason why he wanted to follow Zhang Ruochen was entirely to preserve the power of the Scarlet Soul Sovereign.
Otherwise, the line of Lord Scarlet Soul will be over!
Zhang Ruochen thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No, with your current cultivation base, even if you are a slave, you are not qualified enough. You can persuade your Father God, he is qualified! The upper **** reaches perfection, where is it? , There are still some useful things."
Omori Luohuang's face showed a look of sorrow, knowing that he had missed the opportunity after all. If Zhang Ruochen was still in the realm of the Great Sage at the beginning, he would return to the past, at least today can save many of his tribe.
He looked at Lord Scarlet Soul, not sure whether God Father would put down his face and become a junior **** slave.
As a prestigious dead monarch, who controls a kingdom of God, it is better to kill him directly if you want him to be a slave.
Lord Scarlet Soul closed his eyes tightly and did not compromise for the time being.
On the side, Lord Yuantian's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said, "If Chen Jie Zun, this **** is willing to submit, from now on, he will serve Jie Zun and Xing Huantian to the death."
"A person who knows the current affairs is a good man, and Lord Yuantian is a good man among you."
Zhang Ruochen walked over quickly and helped Yuantian Monarch up.
The broken legs recovered in the divine light.
Sovereign Yuantian has always been very good at judging the situation. Zhang Ruochen once killed one of his sons, but he urged his children not to take revenge. At that time, Zhang Ruochen was just a great sage, he had already seen Zhang Ruochen's extraordinary, and he did not dare to forge a death vengeance.
Sovereign Yuantian released half of his soul and took the initiative to hand it over to Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Jie Zun, this **** has a daughter, has stepped into the **** realm, and has cultivated the top three-rank divine way. The future potential is endless. If Jie Zun can point her to her. two……"
Zhang Ruochen accepted the spirit and said, "I won't talk about this for now. From now on, you can do things with Cang Jue!"
Yuanshu, the daughter of Yuantian Sovereign, is indeed a first-class goddess of heaven. Among all the women born in this Yuanhui, she definitely ranks in the forefront. But she was reduced to a trump card in the hands of Yuantian Monarch, used to please her backing power.
The dead gods who were still kneeling on the ground all showed contempt.
"Master Kongcan and the gods of the **** world will definitely come soon, Lord Yuantian, you will not only lose the face of the dead, but also ruin your own lives." Taiyi said with a cold eyebrow.
Sovereign Yuan Tian didn't feel ashamed, and said: "You fools, you can't see the situation at all. If the **** of dust is the proud son of heaven with great fortune, let alone the heavens in the future, even the gods have a chance. Following the Ming Lord and reforming, is the real way!"
"You are just afraid of death!"
"Pooh!"
"Why did the dead have such a spoiled species? Kill, kill, kill me first."
The **** of heaven Xiuchen showed joy and asked Zhang Ruochen, "Would you like to kill all of them?"
The six gods who were kneeling on the ground still had their waists straight, but they were quiet in an instant.
Because they knew ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Xiuchen Tianshen really wanted to kill them, and then swallowed their souls.
Zhang Ruochen deliberately showed a look of thinking and hesitation, which made the dead gods nervous, and the air seemed to have a strong murderous intent.
Xiuchen Tianshen said again: "Kill them, it is best to kill all the holy cultivators under their banner, you must cut the grass and root out. This matter, the original **** can do it!"
The dead gods all cursed in their hearts, thinking that Xiu Chen was too cruel. If it weren't for Xiu Chen's natural growth, he would have cursed her ancestors for thousands of generations.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked up, and he sensed a wave of tyrannical divine power fluctuations.
The tense gods of the dead race looked at each other, and their faces were full of joy.
The powerhouse of the **** world is here!
And the divine power fluctuates one after another, some of which are extremely powerful, obviously too virtual. They wanted to laugh freely, feeling that Zhang Ruochen's end was coming, and at the same time, they were thankful that they had just taken the pressure.
But they didn't dare to laugh, nor could they laugh, after all, the dignified gods kneeled neatly and were discredited.
"Zhang Ruochen, immediately release all the dead gods and sacred cultivators, otherwise this seat will kill the emperor now." An ear-splitting divine sound fell from above the nine heavens, causing a large area of the ocean to wave up.
"Young Master, the **** world seems to look down on you a bit. There are no powerful people here, so the old servant will go and clean them up. Do you want to take some measures?" Cang Jue asked quizzically.
"What's the point? The various clans of the Hundred Clan King City were slaughtered like this, and the envoys sent by Zhang Ruochen were suppressed by them. It is unbearable or unbearable. Cang Jue, don't go, this matter should be left to the Asura clan of the gods. Kill the cultivator and go out without killing them. How can they stand up?" Xiu Chen's expression was solemn, and his murderous aura was strong.
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