The rain fell, and everyone was shocked.

This is the goddess of the Temple of Destiny five thousand years ago.

In that era, Yu Qianchen was the best and most powerful genius in the world. He led the Hell Realm for a thousand years and was invincible in the same realm. She represented the Temple of Destiny and led the army of Hell Realm. She swept through many great worlds and killed many great saints.

In the eyes of all monks in the heavenly court and all worlds, she was once synonymous with invincibility. The most terrifying female devil was the supreme ruler in the hell realm.

As for the battle between the divine realms, it will not affect them too far away from them, and will not have much influence.

Five thousand years ago, when she stepped down from the position of Goddess, she was already the best-ranked strong man in the divine realm.

Five thousand years of accumulation have enabled her cultivation to reach the highest level. Whether it is the "peak of the supreme realm" or the "demigod", if she is in her hands, she will be defeated if she has less than ten breaths.

In fact, just her sixty-nine and a half-level mental power can be unique in the world.

However, it is such a powerful man who can stand alone in the world who once threatened the heavenly court and the world, but was killed by the Blood Spirit Immortal's sword. It is conceivable that after this news is spread, the reputation of the Blood Spirit Immortal will rise to how terrifying it will be.

"Sword Thirteen! I didn't expect that there were cultivators in the world who could cultivate Sword Thirteen to great success in the realm of the Great Saint. With this sword, the Blood Spirit Immortal is enough to be invincible in the world." Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly.

Zhang Ruochen thought he was also a sword genius, but he was still comprehending Sword Eleven and had not yet achieved great success.

Only practitioners know how difficult it is to practice "Writeless Sword Note".

The further you go, the harder it is.

You can practice successfully without hard work and time accumulation.

Jian Lingfeng felt as if he had suffocated just now, and he finally recovered for a long time and said, "What a terrible sword! Can the false gods catch this sword?"

"Master, this Blood Spirit Immortal is invincible under the divine realm, right? I think that Master Wuma might not be able to handle the sword just now." Shang Yue said in a trembling voice.

Jian Lingfeng shook his head and said, "Not necessarily! Wu Ma Jiuxing's sword force has climbed to the peak and can be cut with one sword for a moment. It is a perfect match. If they have never fought a strong man of their level, how can they know who is stronger?"

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Yu Qianchen's ghost body dissipated, and the "Sword Thirteen" that Gong Nanfeng shouted reached Xing Luo's ears.

Xing Luo is not a mediocre person, but the top existence in the world. It can be seen that although the Blood Spirit Fairy killed Yu Qianchen, she was also seriously injured. Therefore, her body changed and she hit her with a palm like a ghost.

When the palm is out, the rules of the holy path condense into the light and shadow of the Buddha Tower.

There is no superior high-level holy art, Dafutu palm seal.

The Blood Spirit Fairy's eyes were calm, as if she had expected it, and she pushed out her palm lightly.

"Bang!"

Xing Luo burst and retreated seven steps in a row.

The palm of the Blood Spirit Immortal is not only extremely powerful, but also the extreme thunder and lightning gushing out of the palm leaves three charred wounds on Xing Luo's right arm, which are ferocious and terrifying.

The wound is deep and can see the bones, which are bleeding and the pain is unbearable.

His entire right arm seemed to have lost consciousness and could not operate his strength.

The Blood Spirit Fairy flew out several miles away, and blood flowed from her mouth.

The chest was penetrated by an extremely fierce blade, and the blood hole left behind was also splashing blood, and the wound could not heal.

The energy and spirit in the body become weaker.

The price he paid for killing Yu Qianchen was too great, and his mental power and physical body were severely traumatized, so he fought against Xingluo and fell into a disadvantage.

The Blood Spirit Fairy let out a long roar, and the blood that had been lost from her chest flew backwards and turned into thin silk threads that were as thin as a blade of hair, wrapping her body.

The chest injury heals slowly.

Xing Luo took back the extremely fierce blade, his eyes were shocked: "How is it possible? The fierce aura and supreme power of the extremely fierce blade have already penetrated the wound and invaded his body. How could the wound heal so easily?"

The blood spirit fairy emitted silver light all over her body, and the butterfly wings on her back overflowed with blood. The heaven and earth turned into half silver and half blood red.

He was indeed extremely injured, but his momentum did not diminish. The stone sword in his hand sounded again, and the sound was sharp, which meant that the will in his heart was always indomitable.

Xingluo sighed: "I came for Wu Ma Jiuxing, but I didn't expect to meet you first. This era is indeed more exciting than any other era in the past, as predicted. Monsters emerge in many ways, and the strong will step on their corpses and enter the divine realm in the most brilliant way."

Xing Luo grabbed the mask of ghosts and gods floating in the air, put it on his face, and a starry sky spread under his feet, and a giant shadow of ghosts and gods appeared behind him, and the power burst out increased sharply.

Anyone can see that the Blood Spirit Immortal was seriously injured, but Xing Luo was helped by the ghost mask, and his combat power increased greatly.

One rises and the other falls.

If you continue to fight, the Blood Spirit Immortal will undoubtedly be defeated and may even be at risk of falling.

The Blood Spirit Fairy, beyond everyone's expectations, did not escape, but instead swung out the stone sword and took the initiative to attack. The surging blood energy that surged from his body turned into a surging blood river, colliding with the star sea at the foot of the star like the yellow spring in the universe.

On the other side, Grandma Haitang attacked the three high priests of the Temple of Destiny, trying to seize the divine artifact Tianshu Needle.

Grandma Haitang launched a mental attack, which made the three high priests exhausted from confrontation and had no other energy to activate the supreme holy weapon. In the mental duel, the three high priests were at a disadvantage. Every time Grandma Haitang made a step further, they took a step back.

The Emperor Wuyue Ming, who was healing, stood up, holding the Destiny Salute in his hand, and said, "The three high priests are not weak in their mental power, but they are still difficult to resist with the power of the three. The mental power of this colorful crabapple is really below the seventy level?"

Xianyuansha also stood up and looked at the old figure walking from the colorful rain of flowers all over the sky as if facing a great enemy.

Gong Nanfeng looked serious, and the Tianshu needle in his hand emitted a circle of divine light microwaves, saying, "Help me."

Gong Nanfeng threw the Tianshu needle up, slapped his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

After absorbing his blood, Tianshu Needle burst out with divine power like a tsunami. A series of divine light qi rays crashed through the clouds and rendered the sky of thousands of miles.

My destiny emperor, immortal source temple, crucian, and prajna are all mobilized to transform their own strength into pillars of light and rush towards the Tianshu needle.

The power of the Tianshu Needle increased by a little, and the light emitted made Zhang Ruochen, who was thousands of miles away, sting his eyes. On the back of the Xuanwu Divine Corpse, the other spiritual masters screamed, blood flowed out of their eyes, and all turned blind.

This is still thousands of miles away. If they were closer, they might have been hit by the power of the artifact and their bodies exploded.

Shang Yue, Yunhuan Iron Blood King and others were all shocked.

Although they are the great saints with the highest cultivation level, they have never seen a magical weapon. How could they have thought that the magical weapon was so terrifying?

Just the light wave emitted by the magical artifact can severely damage the monks in the holy realm thousands of miles away.

Jinglingfeng was excited and fanatical, shouting: "The time has come, and we should go on the field and seize the artifact. All the great saints perform their duties. All the spiritual masters will do their best to mobilize their mental power and activate the formation inscription."

Wrapped by the hidden formation, the Xuanwu Divine Corpse walked towards the core of the battlefield.

The great saints under Bai Qing'er were both afraid and excited.

What a great feat to seize the artifact.

...

The Tianshu Needle flew out and drew out a light path, destroying the space around the light path and disrupting time. The sea of ​​flowers that the Grandma Haitang exposes cannot stop the Tianshu Needle and instantly disappears.

There is no power, and it can withstand the magical artifact.

In the eyes of all monks in the Temple of Destiny, Grandma Haitang is undoubtedly dead.

"Jiange!"

The mother-in-law of the Begonia dissipated her body and returned to her original form. She turned into a colorful begonia that bloomed in the void.

The crabapple trees are thousands of miles tall, with countless flowers, and the colorful light emitted by the petals illuminates the earth and the starry sky.

Affected by the Tianshu Needle, the petals withered rapidly, the branches and leaves were corrupted, and the entire crabapple tree was about to wither...

An ancient tower flies out of its dilapidated branches and leaves.

The tower body rotated rapidly, and a wisp of smoke surrounded the tower. In the smoke, tens of thousands of ancient swords were flying, making a harsh sound of breaking the wind.

It's Jiange.

"Boom."

When Jiange and Tianshu met, an unparalleled energy storm spread out, the mountains were destroyed, and the earth was divided into pieces.

Gong Nanfeng looked at the sky, his hands couldn't help but tighten, and said, "Why can you block the attack of the magical artifact? So that's it, so that's it, I understand..."

Suddenly, a white light appeared in the sky, and the light became brighter and brighter.

It's a sword.

Sword emitting pure light attributes.

"Be careful, it's the Great Light Sword." said the High Priest Fulu.

The Great Light Sword is like the Book of Light, and is a magical artifact of the Temple of Light.

The big light sword in front of me was just a copy, but it was also of extremely high grade, reaching the level of a seven-yuan king's holy weapon.

"Puff!"

The Great Light Sword split the body of Xianyuansha in half.

The pure light power contained in the sword body specifically restrains the monks in the hell world. The two halves of the body of the Xianyuansha cannot be condensed again, and the body at the wound turns into light spots.

The three high priests of the Temple of Destiny were all furious. Although they had the intention of luring the masters lurking in the hell world in the heavenly court out and scooping them all out, there were two variables, Blood Spirit Fairy and Grandma Haitang.

The Heavenly Court took action at this time, obviously trying to take advantage of both of them and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Of course, they didn't know that the Great Light Sword was activated by dozens of great saints on the back of the Xuanwu God's Corpse. These great saints are subordinates of Bai Qing'er.

Without the Xianyuan Sha activate, the power of the Tianshu needle is greatly reduced.
To be continued...