Zhang Ruochen was alone, standing on a six-color star mist, looking ahead.

Color, light, time, space, including the rules of heaven and earth, all show signs of distortion here.

Further forward, there is a pitch black and empty space, containing unpredictable dangers. The star mist turns into twisted ribbons, lingering on the surface of the darkness.

Those holy monks who travel across the universe and the sea of ​​stars are most afraid of encountering such a place.

This place is the edge of Dark Star No. 7.

"It is a hundred times more powerful than the energy of Dark Star No. 3. Dark Star No. 7 is not a place that ordinary monks can go." Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

The core area covered by Dark Star No. 3 is only a million miles in diameter.

Dark Star No. 7 is six million miles away.

Even a great sage would be suppressed with great difficulty if he boarded the third dark star. Zhang Ruochen suspected that an ordinary great sage in the immortal realm might not even be able to fly off the ground if he boarded the seventh dark star.

There were more than 600 great saints from the Immortal Vampire Clan. Their goal was too big, so Zhang Ruochen took them all into the Purple Gold Gourd.

Zhang Ruochen decided that he would first investigate the situation of Dark Star No. 7 by himself, and then release a group of great saints to completely wipe out Dark Star No. 7 to avoid unnecessary casualties.

Zhang Ruochen was about to fly into the dark space when suddenly, his heart of truth trembled slightly and a feeling came out.

"Huh!"

Looking back, he looked across layers of space and saw a rock flying in the starry sky thousands of miles away.

There are many powerful power fluctuations on the starry sky rock.

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This starry sky rock is like a stone mountain tens of thousands of meters long, flying in the universe and never stopping.

An open space in the stone mountain was stained with blood, and there were dozens of holy corpses lying there.

The holy blood burns and turns into a holy fire that contains the smell of blood.

The thirteen slaves of the Holy King were suppressed by wisps of powerful thoughts of death and knelt on the ground. They did not have the dignity and majesty of the Holy King. Instead, they were ragged and skinny, no different from beggars on the street.

Even their eyes have become turbid due to long-term torture, humiliation, and slavery, and they have lost the spirit that a strong person in the Holy Realm should have.

In addition, there is an old man with white beard who is in the Great Saint Realm.

The blood of the Great Sage in his body has been drained out countless times, and the blood has become extremely thin and thinner. His old face is like a layer of skin covering the bones.

The white-bearded old man knelt on one knee in front of the Son of the Origin Demon God and Qi Yang, looking at the dead bodies on the ground. His heart ached, but he still said in a pleading tone: "I am the Realm Master of Jiannan Realm, two adults.

, spare our lives, and we will devote all our efforts to worship the two of you. From now on, all the creatures in the Jiannan Realm will be your slaves. We will build 100,000 holy temples and carvings in the realm.

Make a statue of the gods and let the two of you be worshiped by all spirits."

The Son of Demon God raised his chin and showed a sarcastic smile: "A world lord of this realm is willing to kneel at the feet of this Son of God. Are you too greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"It's not that I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, it's just that I don't dare to die."

The white-bearded old man knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and smiled miserably.

Immediately afterwards, he added: "Old man is the only living being in the Jiannan Realm who has cultivated to the realm of the Great Sage. At least it is of some use. He can have a few words with the Great Sage in the Hell Realm and ask for the status of a slave."

"But, if the old man dies! Who can speak for the creatures in Jiannan Realm? They will either become food for the Rakshasa tribe, or they will be killed by the ghost tribe and the corpse tribe, and become lonely ghosts, with corpses littering the fields.

"

As he spoke, the great sage burst into tears.

"I don't ask for anything else...just ask...just find a way for them to survive."

Behind the white-bearded old man, the thirteen holy kings also had tears on their faces.

She sheds tears not for herself, but for the hundreds of millions of creatures in Jiannan Realm.

They were already the strongest people in the Jiannan Realm, but they could not find a way to survive for the Mother Realm. The pain in their hearts, the unwillingness in their hearts, and the powerlessness in their hearts made them want to die.

But like a dog, he continues to live till now.

Qiyang was wearing a golden armor and was extremely handsome. His slender eyes were upturned and he smiled evilly: "Are there any beauties in Jiannan Realm?"

"Yes...yes. If you take the sword and become a slave in the southern realm, all the beauties in this realm will be under your account." A Holy King Heavenly Slave showed a look of expectation in his eyes.

Qiyang smiled and snorted: "In my imperial palace, there are already seven thousand concubines and thirty thousand slaves. Among them, there are many saints and saint kings who are beautiful and fragrant. How can you ordinary women in the southern realm of Jian

Can you enter my eyes? I was just joking with you, but you actually took it seriously!"

The thirteen holy kings of the Jiannan Realm all gnashed their teeth, were extremely angry, and struggled violently, trying to stand up.

"A bunch of lowly slaves, still want to resist?"

The Son of the Origin Demon's eyes sharpened, and he released even more powerful thoughts of death, suppressing them until they knelt on the ground again, and the sacred bones on their bodies crackled.

"Trash like you are not even qualified to be slaves to the Son of God. When you come to the battlefield of Huntian, you should be the prey."

The white-bearded old man, the Great Sage, lowered his head, his eyes full of despair, and tears fell down drop by drop.

He couldn't help but think, why is the universe so cruel? What did Jiannanjie do wrong? Why did it end like this?

He was originally a genius who was determined to lead the Jiannan Realm to prosperity. There was no cultivation path at the Saint King Realm, so he created a cultivation path of his own.

There is no way to practice in the Great Sage Realm, but he has practiced hard for five hundred years and developed the method to become a Great Sage.

When he reached the realm of the Great Sage, he thought he could finally realize his dream, but what was waiting for him was an attack from the hell realm.

In front of the hell realm, he is as weak as an ant.

Qi Yang said: "Don't talk so much nonsense to them. Kill them and go back quickly with their holy corpses. To build the death altar, you still need some holy corpses to pile up."

Just as the Son of the Origin Demon God was about to take action, he suddenly sensed an extremely powerful wave of holy energy flying towards him, so he raised his head and looked forward.

"Wow——"

A golden stream of light, approaching from far away, landed on the rock in the starry sky and condensed into an evil yet handsome figure.

It's not who Zhang Ruochen is.

The arrogant Son of the Demon God and Qi Yang just now saw him, and their expressions changed with fright. They couldn't help but step back, and each summoned a warrior at the level of a king's sacred weapon, and took a defensive posture.

The Saint King and the Great Saint of Jiannan Realm, who were kneeling on the ground, were both puzzled.

Why did these two powerful sages from the hell realm suddenly become so nervous?

What are they afraid of?

Could it be that the young man with ten golden wings is some kind of big shot?

Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised and said: "It turns out it's you, you two haven't seen each other for a long time."

The Son of the Demon God is the younger brother of the most powerful Saint Yuan Fei of the Dead Tribe. He was once the commander-in-chief of the merit battlefield in the northern region of the Kunlun Realm and the top powerhouse under the Great Saint Realm of the Dead Tribe.

Qiyang, on the other hand, is the son of the dead clan's "Qi Tian Monarch". He has also been to the Northern Territory Merit Battlefield. Like the Son of the Origin Demon God, he was a first-rate master under the Great Sage at that time.

Qi Yang was extremely greedy for beauty, and his purpose in participating in the merit war was to capture a fairy from the "Nine Immortals of Beauty" in heaven. At that time, he also set his sights on Fairy Baihua.

Both the Son of the Origin Demon God and Qi Yang are extremely talented, possessing the power to fight against the Great Sage with cultivation at the Saint King level.

Now, the two of them have reached the level of the Immortal Realm Great Sage.

The muscles on the face of the Son of Demon God trembled, and he said in a deep voice: "Why do you appear here? Is the Great Sage of the Undead Vampire Tribe already nearby?"

The Son of the Origin Demon killed a large number of innocent people in the Kunlun Realm. Zhang Ruochen had a deep intention to kill him, but he never found an opportunity to kill him in the Destiny Realm.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were sharp and he said, "Is this your attitude when talking to me?"

Feeling the cold murderous aura on Zhang Ruochen's body, Yuan Mo Shenzi felt chills all over and continued to retreat, tremblingly saying: "My brother is the most powerful person in the dead race, Yuan Fei Great Sage. You... if you dare... kill I, my brother, will definitely...will make your death miserable."

Zhang Ruochen walked over step by step and said, "Are you threatening me? I, Zhang Ruochen, have never been provoked by such a weak person. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to wash away the humiliation on my body."

Qiyang's face turned pale with fear. When he saw Zhang Ruochen walking by, he quickly retreated into the distance.

At this time, how could he dare to act like a hero and help the Son of the Origin Demon God?

Zhang Ruochen even said such shameless words, obviously just to find an excuse to kill the Son of the Origin Demon God. What is the difference between him rushing forward and seeking death?

If Zhang Ruochen kills someone, no points will be deducted.

Killing one is killing, killing two is killing.

"If you dare to run away, I will drain all the blood on your body drop by drop, so that you will not be able to survive or die." Zhang Ruochen glanced at Qiyang.

Qiyang, who originally wanted to escape, was so frightened that his legs went weak and he stopped in place with a sad face.

The Son of the Demon God felt Zhang Ruochen's murderous aura getting stronger and stronger, and knew that he must want to settle old scores in the Kunlun Realm.

Today, Zhang Ruochen is like an unparalleled demon king. Not to mention him, even his brother is probably afraid of him.

"Whoa!"

The Son of the Origin Demon God cast a forbidden technique, burned the death energy on his body, turned around and ran away, bursting out at extreme speed.

"With your cultivation, you still want to escape from me?"

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hand and took a little distance.

"Wow——"
To be continued...