Grandma Haitang said: "The empress's grandfather is the best formation. She has so many trump cards on her body. Who in the world can compare with her? Even so, the empress killed the false god and lost her Void Sword. Besides, the empress can defeat the Blood Spirit Immortal in seven moves. How powerful is the battle power? Who can be present? "

Zhang Ruochen was silent and thought about countermeasures.

The God of War belt is obviously not available, can we just sit and wait for death?

No!

There will definitely be a solution.

Although the empress is strong, she was only one person at the beginning and could not be heard alone.

Bai Qing'er and the Blood Spirit Immortal, who were fighting, obviously noticed that they no longer had the fierce confrontation as before. Instead, they took out the divine stones and restored a large amount of consuming holy energy.

"Ha ha!"

In the void space, a gloomy laughter came.

The laughter seemed to ring directly in their minds.

A cloud of death spirit appeared in the void space and flew towards the direction where the sixty-five bronze chimes were located.

In the divine cloud, a thin figure stood, wearing a white bone-inlaid gold crown, carrying two big flags, with a hideous and terrifying face, and said with a smile: "I am just here to seize the best Original Divine Crystal. I never thought that I would have discovered it unexpectedly. Who would have thought that a little woman from the Twelve Squares of the Goddess of Goddess had such cultivation power? Who would have thought that the grandson of the Blood-Earth God of War was still so close to the monks in the Kunlun Realm?"

Grandma Haitang motioned Zhang Ruochen and ran away immediately.

Zhang Ruochen did not escape, showed amazing courage, flew towards the false god, and said, "The false god in the Temple of Death is the moon. As a god, he intervenes in the world, aren't he afraid of causing a murder to himself?"

He wants to restore the holy weapon for Blood Spirit Immortal and Bai Qing'er and buy time.

After all, now everyone is on the same boat, Bai Qing'er should understand how serious the consequences of his identity are. Only by joining forces with Bai Qing'er can they kill the gods today.

"Zhang Ruochen, you should be worried about the death of death."

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen dared to come forward on his own initiative, Mo Yunduan was slightly shocked and secretly thought about what amazing trump card this boy had. Suddenly, he thought of the white tiger in the funeral, and he felt uneasy.

How strong can the White Tiger Burial of Gold and Burial Exercises? Zhang Ruochen, a great saint in the Hundred Shackles Realm, dares to challenge the gods?

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I came back from the Writers' Annual Meeting today. I was on the road all day long. The update was too late, and I was a little sorry.
Chapter completed!