Chapter 4337 The Last Expedition

Zhang Ruochen believed that he had experienced countless storms and separations, but at this moment, he was still emotional.

The decision was so difficult, like walking on a single-plank bridge, one step to the left was the abyss, one step to the right was also the abyss, there was only one choice.

Scanning the figures in front of him, each of them had such eager and firm eyes.

"Did you say goodbye to Si Xue properly?"

Zhang Ruochen patted Xiang Chunan's shoulder. This third brother was the worst at hiding himself, and his eyes were filled with tears like rain.

Xiang Chunan nodded vigorously.

Zhang Ruochen asked again: "Where are the children?"

"All good! Big brother, you should know that there are no cowards in the Temple of Truth." Xiang Chunan said.

"Of course I know that the old hall master would rather die than surrender, and hated evil as much as she hated it. Without her, there would be no Zhang Ruochen today."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the Five Dragon God Emperors, the Venerable Cihang, Shang Tian, ​​Xuanyuan Lian, Hai Shang Youruo, Feng Yan, Feng Xi, Han Qiu, and Xuanji Sword God, and said: "Cultivation is a gradual process, one step at a time. It is not easy to break through the realm consistently in just half a day. This requires unimaginable resources and energy, and many people will die."

"If time goes back, there is indeed hope to save the thousands of worlds in the Wuding Sea of ​​Gods, and there is also hope to eliminate the doomsday sacrifice at the source. However, this is against the rules of heaven and earth, and is an enemy of the order of cause and effect, and more people will die."

" The so-called "I am the way of heaven" is just a guess. "

"I can't lie to you, I must tell you the truth. I am not omnipotent, and I can't bring the dead back to life. If I die here, I will die in the long river of time, and I will really be reduced to ashes!"

Feng Xi clasped his hands together in front of his chest, lowered his eyebrows and said: "If we have any illusions of survival, we will never come here. Emperor Chen underestimated us!"

"No matter how many sacrifices there are, it is better than the entire universe being destroyed by the doomsday sacrifice. Brother, you should know better than us what is important. If I keep on talking, I may not be able to bear it..."

Feng Yan's body was constantly breaking apart, and the colorful merits in his body erupted like a volcano.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Countless gods from the Sword Realm Star Region rushed from the depths of the starry sky, from far to near.

There were Zhang Ruochen's wives and concubines, such as Bai Qing'er, Yuan Sheng, Wu Yue, Yue Shen, Yan Zhexian, Yu Chenjing, etc. They all had their long hair tied up and were wearing battle clothes and armor.

Some held guns, some held sticks... No charming makeup, no gorgeous clothes, only a solemn and murderous aura of iron horses.

There were also children, such as Zhang Hongchen, Chi Kongle, Zhang Nihe, Yan Ying'er, Zhang Gushen, Zhang Su'e, and Zhang Beize. Their eyes were like torches, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly.

There were also close friends who accompanied him through thorns and hardships, such as Xiao Hei and A Le, as well as the Swallowing Rabbit and the Demon Ape who had been practicing with Gaimie for many years.

Almost all the sword world monks who survived and could have stayed in the heaven arrived.

They, including Xiang Chunan and others, were able to arrive in the northern universe so quickly. Zhang Ruochen knew very well that it was Ji Fanxin's work.

In the space cracks behind them, there were tributaries of the Three Ways River.

Ji Fanxin wanted to use these people to force him to break through.

Chi Kongle held a sword in his hand, and his battle suit was like an iron sail. He shouted: "Father! Mother, Yuyan, Xingchen, Nicai, they all died in the Wuding Sea of ​​Gods. Only by reversing time can they be saved. You said it yourself, all brothers and sisters must be included!"

Thousands of great worlds in the Sword Realm were annihilated there, and all the blood, souls, matter, and energy were all turned into sacrifices to feed the immortals. This emperor is unwilling to accept it!" Xiao Hei roared.

"The whole world is sacrificed. Even if we defeat the God Realm, we will be defeated and lose everything. I am also unwilling to accept it!" Zhang Gu said.

"Please ask Di Chen to break through the realm and repair the sky, and lead us to conquer the God Realm."

"Please ask Di Chen to break through the realm and repair the sky, reverse the sacrificial calamity, and fight for the hope of survival for the universe. We are all not afraid of sacrifice! "

The Realm of Truth.

The heavens, the God Kings, the God Army of Heaven Punishment, the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, surrounded the Conferred God Platform with three layers inside and three layers outside.

The Temple of Time, the Temple of Space, the Palace of Array Destruction, the Red Dust Peerless Tower, the Red Cloud Flying Fairy Valley... Hundreds of the top temples were suspended in the sky, fixing time and space, and suppressing the rules of heaven and earth.

The corpse of the Ancestral Dragon hovered over the Conferred God Platform, and the Dragon Lord stood between the two horns of the dragon head.

On the hillside, Pan Yuangu God rode the Snow Charcoal Dragon Horse, holding a battle axe in his hand. The rules and order of the peak of the semi-ancestor were completely released, and the blood and qi in his body flowed like thunder.

All the cultivators stared at the "Map of Time and Space" on the Conferred God Platform.

Such a strict battle array and such a lineup show the importance that the gods in the heavenly court attach to the Heavenly Demon.

The reason why they knew that the Heavenly Demon and Haotian were inside was that, first, Chan Bing sent a message in advance, and second, Zhang Ruochen informed them with divine thoughts from the northern universe.

"Boom! "

A series of divine lights of punishment shot up into the sky, gathered in mid-air, and hit the "Map of Space and Time".

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the world of the scroll.

"Wow!"

A brilliant light shot out from the crack, and in an instant, it spread across the four continents of the heavens, illuminating the sea of ​​clouds and the starry sky.

Mengge and Haotian rushed out from inside, one after the other.

As soon as Haotian rushed out, he immediately turned back, and the Xuanhuang halberd in his hand turned into an arrow, dragging out a bright tail, hitting the demon who wanted to chase out, and knocked it back to the "Time and Space Map".

"Where is the order of the heavenly rules?"

Haotian's divine voice was mighty, and he raised his hand to the sky.

Suddenly, the wind moved and the clouds rushed, and the order of the heavenly rules gathered into a bright river of heaven, which fell from the sky and fell into the "Time and Space Map", trying to seal the demon inside.

Haotian knew too well that the existence of the demon would be turned upside down and blood would flow once it descended into the heaven.

Fortunately, the gods in the heavenly court had been prepared and all gathered in the realm of truth, which was enough to help him suppress it.

"It's really the Heavenly Lord, it's the Heavenly Lord Haotian!"

The joy of the nine war gods, including Bian Zhuang and Zhao Gongming, could not be described in words, and turned into nine rays of divine light, flying rapidly towards Haotian.

This is a friendship of more than a million years!

That ray of light is their spiritual support and belief, and no one can replace it.

"The Heavenly Venerable is not dead. Like Emperor Chen, he has returned! He has returned as the ancestor!"

"Who said that the universe is destined to be destroyed? Don't you see that there is another ancestor born in this world to meet the end of the world?"

The order of the heavenly rules turned into thick chains, entangled the "Time and Space Map", and suppressed the evil spirit that was about to escape, and it was about to suppress it.

Suddenly.

The star field of the Ten Thousand Worlds where the Heavenly Court is located shook.

A palm full of light crushed the void and appeared above the four continents of the Heavenly Court.

This palm, with infinite Taoism, brought spiritual pressure to all cultivators, just like the hand of heaven and the palm of the Great Dao. I don't know how many cultivators in the Ten Thousand Worlds were pressed to kneel on the ground, their souls trembling.

Haotian looked up, his eyes were bright.

This aura does not belong to the Second Confucian Ancestor and Murong Lord. It is more terrifying than the Dark Lord's Wanxiang Wuxing. There is no doubt that the immortal in the God Realm has taken action!

"Hua! Hua! Hua"

Zhen Yuan, Xianxia Chi, Old Drunkard, Xian Music Master, Lan Xi, Princess Modie... and other powerful people have been prepared. They have joined forces with the spiritual power gods of the Heavenly Court and more than one trillion spiritual power cultivators in the Ten Thousand Worlds to stimulate the Ten Thousand Worlds Great Array to the extreme.

Each big world is a formation platform.

Trillions of spiritual powers condense to support a formation disk seal with a diameter of one light year to welcome the palm that fell from the sky.

Haotian put on the Heaven Punishment God Armor, grabbed the Xuanyuan Halberd of the Xuanyuan Family in the void, and grabbed the Xuan Emperor Golden Seal with his other hand. The Heaven Punishment World was on his back.

Qinghui, the Heaven Punishment Divine Light, and the Xuanhuang Divine Mist made him look like a peerless god.

Haotian knew about the killing caused by Yong Zhou's intrusion into Xuanyuan City and Xuanyuan Taizhen's death.

New and old hatreds turned into raging flames.

With the power of the Heavenly Punishment Army, Haotian thrust his halberd into the sky.

"Boom!"

The Xuanyuan Halberd collided with the giant hand of the sky and turned into a pillar of heaven that supported the Ten Thousand Worlds.

The power of the Human Ancestor was too terrifying. The Ten Thousand Worlds Array and the Heavenly Punishment Army could not resist it, and many cultivators were on the verge of collapse.

In the Heavenly Palace, the battle flag of thousands of troops flew out.

The battle flag swelled in the wind, releasing the light and shadow of thousands of troops and horses, and bursting out the divine glory of the ancestor.

After the thousands of troops were stained with the divine glory of the ancestor, they looked like they were made of gold and iron.

This battle flag was left by Zhang Ruochen in the Heavenly Palace, and it contained his ancestor's power. At the critical moment, even if he was outside the 100,000 star fields, he could send the ancestor's divine power to protect the Heavenly Palace.

At the same time, Ji Fanxin also crossed space and controlled thousands of tributaries of the Santu River, like the roots of a big tree spreading into the big hand of heaven and dividing it.

It can be said that although Zhang Ruochen and Ji Fanxin are in the distant northern universe, they can still project their power to any place in the universe.

Just like the ancestor of time and space, his big hand of heaven was also projected from the realm of gods.

The big hand of heaven was defeated, and the gods in heaven all gained confidence and their morale was unprecedentedly encouraged.

"Haha, the immortals are not invincible!"

"Ancestor of time and space, do you dare to come to this world? The gods in heaven will fight to the death with you!"

Haotian could not raise the slightest joy, because he found that although he defeated the big hand of heaven, the "Map of Time and Space" on the Conferred God Platform disappeared and was swept away by a vortex of time and space.

If the ancestor of time and space really descended to heaven in person, his combat power would only be more terrifying. Who can stop him?

Zhang Ruochen's voice rang in Haotian's mind: "The ancestor of mankind will not descend to heaven! Once he descends, Fan Xin and I will keep him in heaven and make him unable to return to the God Realm."

"Doomsday sacrifice, is he going to wait for the opportunity in the God Realm?" Haotian said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Just lead the army to conquer the God Realm! He is my opponent. If he does not descend to the world, I will force him to fight."

Haotian felt a decisive and sharp momentum in Zhang Ruochen's voice, just like a magic sword unsheathed, thunder patrolling the sky, invincible.

Haotian soared into the sky and appeared at the top of the Ten Thousand Worlds Star Region, shouting: "The ancestor of mankind stole the origin of the Heavenly Dao, and he wants to destroy the world when he controls the Heavenly Dao. How can we accept our fate?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

A tide-like voice rang out in all the worlds.

"The Doomsday Sacrifice uses all living beings as sacrifices, eats flesh and blood, destroys homes, and leaves us no way to survive. Do you dare to follow me, Xuanyuan Taihao, to conquer the God Realm? If you can't flatten the God Realm, you will bury your bodies in the God Realm."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The infinite will to fight was ignited, and the endless killing intent rushed to the sky.

Just as Haotian's halberd broke through the space boundary between the star field of all the worlds and the God Realm, with a bang, in the ghost city of Fengdu, a six-way reincarnation seal rose into the sky.

The six divine lights tore through the sea of ​​stars, and the evil spirit of Yama rushed straight to the God Realm.

The mighty power of the ancestor burst out. Yan Wushen was a Buddha and a demon. He stepped on the boundless sea of ​​corpses, with thousands of Buddha lights on his head. His roar spread throughout the hell world: "Where are the armies of the ten tribes of hell? Come to Fengdu Ghost City quickly. Today, I, Yan Wushen, carry the will of Fengdu Emperor and swear to flatten the world of gods and kill all enemies."

The shadow under Yan Wushen's feet is exactly the form of Fengdu Emperor.

Fengdu Emperor is the earth soul of Xinghuan Tianzun, and the earth soul is the shadow.

Rakshasa tribe.

Empress Luosha had already assembled a large army. Gods, great saints, saint kings, saints, half-saints, and anyone who has the power to fight, all gathered in the army.

Even the light of fireflies must be gathered into the flames of war to kill ancestors.

Gushe Jingshen armor is added to his body, and he is heroic and awe-inspiring. He rides a divine beast and says: "Yan Wushen actually broke through the realm of the ancestor in this way!"

"The Emperor of Fengdu is indeed a great leader. He sacrificed millions of years of cultivation to help the younger generation. It is admirable!" Luo Shengtian said.

Empress Luo Yi said: "It is all helpless! Tianmu was lost in the Yuhuang Realm. If the Hell Realm does not have the ancestor to lead, how can it conquer the God Realm? Yan Wushen is the only person who has the opportunity to achieve enlightenment in a short period of time, and he did not disappoint the Emperor. Brother, you

stay and leave seeds for the Rakshasa Clan!"

Luo Shengtian rode a divine beast and rushed into the ancient god road leading to the ghost city of Fengdu, saying: "What seeds to leave? Either the whole clan will die in battle, or the whole clan will triumph."

Empress Luo Yi stopped persuading, her phoenix eyes shone: "Go to war!"

"Boom!"

The gods of the seven great kingdoms of the Rakshasa Clan led seven mighty armies, and with the blessing of tens of millions of formations, they followed Empress Luo Bi into the ancient god road.

"Go!"

The new generation of strong men, such as Ni Xuanbeishi, Lanying, Fengchen Sword God, and a large number of old Shura Palace Masters, led the Shura army and marched in the void, pushing the space and the rolling nebula forward.

The battle flags fluttered, and the drums and horns sounded.

"Going to the God Realm is a life-and-death journey. The Undead Blood Clan has a tradition that the old ones die, and the young ones don't. Xue Jue, Xia Huangchao, you two stay." The Undead God of War said.

"I think you are old and confused. Where did this bullshit tradition come from? I am the patriarch of the Undead Blood Clan, and I have the final say."

The Blood Clan leader released the Five Seas, raised the Blood Dragon Battle Halberd, and roared with a look of contempt: "Undead Blood Clan, those who can breathe, follow this patriarch to kill into the God Realm and destroy the main altar. As long as the origin of the Heavenly Dao is released, Emperor Chen will be invincible in the entire universe. The ancestor of mankind and the eternal true ruler will all be killed. This is our only chance to turn the tables. Kill!"

In the temple, Yan Ting put on heavy armor for Xue Tu, and tears in her eyes never dried.

She said in a choked voice: "After a few days of peace, we have to go to the battlefield again. When will this chaotic world end?"

"The death knell has sounded. Yan Wushen, the clan leader, and the master have all sent orders to fight. What can we do?"

"It's the last expedition. I will fight this battle with my senior brother, the clan leader, and the master, and the world will be forever peaceful."

"At that time... I will no longer be the palace master of the fierce palace, and I will no longer be tired of practicing. I will take you and Ci'er back to the Xuetian tribe and our ancestral land, and we will live a good life."

I have been tired of practicing all my life, fighting for opportunities, fighting for the future, and fighting for fate.

It seems that there is no limit to the scenery, but in fact, my head is hanging on the belt, and I may die at any time. Xue Tu is a little tired!

"Father...Father...Are you leaving again?"

Xue Ci'er looked five or six years old, with a tender and childish voice. He ran in from outside crying, with messy hair, as if he had just woken up.

She hugged Xue Tu's legs tightly and didn't let him leave.

"When Father comes back, he must bring many gifts to Ci'er, and then he will never leave again!"

Xue Tu forced a smile, picked up his youngest daughter, and walked around the hall.

Then.

With Yan Ting and Xiao Ci'er watching him, he walked out of the hall.

Xue Tu knew very well that he had relied on good luck to get to where he is now. However, fighting in the God Realm is truly a life of death, and this time, I'm afraid I can't come back!

The good luck has already run out.

Looking back on the past, I thought of my strict father, the Blood Yao God, and the killing and acquaintance with my senior brother, and the dangerous experience of Zhiyuan

apprenticeship with the Blood Queen and Feng Tian, ​​and the Origin Temple and darkness

Too many past events came to my mind.

Until the cry of the little daughter calling "Father" came from behind, and Xue Tu couldn't stop the tears in his eyes anymore. He quickened his pace and strode away, not daring to look back.

The last expedition, after this battle, he would go back to reunite with them.