Chapter 4247: One Arm, One Fighting Spirit

Previously, the Eternal Divine Sea was shattered to help the army of the Temple of Destiny withstand the destructive storm of the Ancestral Divine Source. It was shattered together with time and space and turned into a space-time turbulence zone.

But the word "eternal" is by no means a title, it really contains the eternal Taoist aggregate.

At the reunion!

At this moment, the vortex formed by the eternal divine sea gradually became stronger and more stable, with the power of chaos and the divine glow of heaven flowing inside.

The vortex is one light-year larger than the diameter of the Eternal Divine Sea, and the energy it contains is even more powerful, extremely shocking to the human form.

Master Murong felt relieved, knowing that he had misunderstood, thinking that it was Feng Caiyi's step that shook the entire space-time turbulence zone.

Let’s just say, how can it be so easy to realize the founder of Taoism?

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Lord Murong, who was locked in the eternal divine sea, raised his arms high and released the World Tree.

The roots and branches of the World Tree extend in all directions. They are not made of wood, but made of stone.

The roots, branches and leaves are each tens of millions of miles long, like countless long and narrow rock worlds, helping him to stabilize his figure in the whirlpool of the eternal divine sea.

"No wonder Zhang Ruochen is not worried about being interrupted by the reverse flow of time. It turns out that he has a backup plan. Want to use the eternal divine sea to repair the long river of time? Unfortunately, I am here, and his wishful plan is destined to fail."

Master Murong secretly laughed at Zhang Ruochen's lack of wisdom. Didn't he know that the eternal divine sea without the White Jade God Emperor could be taken away by Xu Fengjin? Wouldn't it be equivalent to leaving him a legacy without Zhang Ruochen's eternal divine sea? Big opportunity?

"Chichi!"

The ancestor-level spiritual tentacles were released along the roots and branches of the World Tree, extending for more than ten trillion miles in the whirlpool of the Divine Sea.

Master Murong probed the energy intensity of every part of the eternal divine sea, analyzed Zhang Ruochen's Tao, and refined the rules and order in the vortex. He wanted to refine the eternal divine sea into the divine heart, thus forming the foundation for future impact on the ninety-sixth level of spiritual power. .

Only by reaching the ninety-sixth level can one replace Yan Tingqiu's position among the ancestors of time and space.

"Is this the power of the ancestor? Such strong mental pressure."

In the Mingxi River behind the Destiny Temple, a terrifying god of the temple was trembling all over, about to be knocked to his knees by the aura emanating from Master Murong.

"So what about the ancestor? Didn't you see the emperor kill the ancestor instantly? Stand up straight, the Horrible Palace cannot afford to be embarrassed like this."

As the palace master of the Terrifying Palace, Xuetu showed a cold look on his face as he glanced at the gods in the Terrifying Palace behind him.

Blood Massacre released the order and rules of the Gate of Destiny and the Immortal Realm, helping the gods behind to block most of the pressure of the ancestor's spiritual power, and it was very difficult for him to support himself.

It felt like the whole world was collapsing from all directions, squeezing his soul and spirit.

Once you can no longer hold on, your spirit will be shattered. Let alone fighting Lord Murong, I am afraid that his will to fight will collapse in an instant, and he will kneel at his feet, let him have his way, and become the slave of his ancestor.

You must know that in front of him, the three half-ancestors Xu Tian, ​​Feng Tian, ​​and Chan Bing helped them, the immortal and infinite gods, to block most of the mental pressure of the ancestors.

The strong will always stand in front, and the followers will never retreat.

Only in this way can their army be qualified to fight against the ancestors.

If they are scattered, the ancestors can destroy the fighting will of these self-righteous and powerful men without taking any action.

At this moment, Xue Tu finally knew how strong those monks who dared to fight against the ancestor alone, and even could self-destruct their divine source in front of the ancestor, were, and he was indeed still far behind.

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Xu Tian felt countless fiery looks coming from behind him again. He knew without looking back that the eyes of the army of monks on Mingxi River must be full of respect and expectation for him.

Don't look back.

Never look back.

Xu Tian held the golden sword tightly and looked at Feng Tian who was one step ahead: "Feng Caiyi, you can go ahead. I will lead the monks from the Temple of Destiny to help you sacrifice your life for righteousness. As long as you severely injure that old man, I will definitely not It will make him feel better."

Chan Bing said: "Feng Tian's self-explosion of the divine source is enough to severely damage Lord Murong. If Xu Tian explodes himself again, Lord Murong will definitely not be able to maintain the ninety-fifth level of mental power cultivation state even if he does not die. At that time, I will lead the army of the Temple of Destiny. I will kill my ancestors to avenge you, and then push time forward to help Di Chen complete the feat of reversing the future."

Xu Tian clenched his teeth in his lips and looked at Chan Bing.

Chan Bing looked up and said: "I have just entered the realm of the semi-ancestral, and it is absolutely impossible for me to have the ability to self-destruct the source of divine power in front of the ancestor of spiritual power. But my body is the ice butterfly of time. On the long river of time, I have the ability that you do not have." The advantages."

"When it is really necessary, I can lead the army of the Temple of Destiny and Mingxi to build a long bridge in the turbulence zone of time and space. You can't do that, right?"

The ice silkworm of time has already turned into a butterfly.

"Stop arguing, Master Murong is in big trouble!"

Fengtian stared at the eternal divine sea vortex in front of him.

I saw an arm emerging from the energy of chaos, surrounded by divine and martial marks all over the sky, counting in the millions, and evolving into an infinite sea of ​​stars.

The five fingers spread out, as if a piece of heaven and earth were born.

Palm lines turn into mountains, vast and indistinct.

A blood moon rose from the palm of his hand, dyeing the eternal divine sea with a layer of mysterious red light.

It is the blood moon over Luozu Yunshan Realm. In other words, it is the other side of He Luohai.

Lord Murong had naturally discovered this arm a long time ago, and a cold look appeared in his eyes: "I really think that one arm can defeat the ancestor, Zhang Ruochen, you are too arrogant!"

Lord Murong was naturally angry.

Previously, Zhang Ruochen used one arm to chop his spiritual body into pieces.

How could the ancestor endure such humiliation?

"It's a bit too much! But if you add the destructive energy of two half-ancestral pinnacle divine sources, it won't be enough!" Chan Bing whispered.

The monks in the Temple of Destiny didn't know about the initial battle that took place on the river of time, and naturally they didn't know about Zhang Ruochen's feat of chasing Murong's mastery of spiritual power, magic and body with one arm.

Chan Bing only knew that with this arm to restrain Lord Murong, Feng Caiyi and Xu Tian's chances of success in self-destructing the divine source would be greatly increased.

"boom!"

On this arm, Mani beads hang on the back of the hand, and the invisible seal of all things appears on the palm.

With one palm strike, he collided with Murong Zhuge Liang and sent Murong Zhizong flying backwards, flipping several somersaults in the whirlpool.

The entire eternal divine sea was shaken by it.

"Okay! What a great emperor of heaven. He can suppress the ancestor with one arm. Who can compare with him in the past and present?"

Xu Tian was more excited than anyone else, and looked at Chan Bing: "You have some strength, but your knowledge is too shallow. Zhang Tiandao's methods are already extraordinary, and the ancestor can't hold one of his arms. How about you?" ...With just one finger of his, you can make you scream in agony, unable to live or die. "

There were black lines on Chan Bing's forehead. Old Ghost Xu was overly excited. He was talking about naughty things and dared to make fun of her.

Of course Xu Tian was excited!

If Zhang Ruochen's arm doesn't appear again, he will be forced by Chan Bing and the monks from the Temple of Destiny to self-destruct his divine source.

Master Murong immediately gave up the idea of ​​seizing the eternal divine sea, propped up the World Tree, and cast the talisman.

Suddenly, a sea of ​​talismans surged out from beneath his feet, and the waves of talismans rose thousands of miles high.

"Chi!"

Brahma fire surged out of the mani bead, causing the entire arm to burn.

With one punch, the talisman wave burned, turning into a sea of ​​fire and rushing back.

"The combat power of one hand of the former immortal Bai Yuan is only at the level of half-ancestor. One arm, an eternal divine sea, just want to suppress the ancestor?"

Master Murong retreated quickly, snorted coldly, and launched a mental attack. From the spiritual dimension, he wanted to wipe out Zhang Ruochen's spirit and consciousness in that arm.

No matter how strong an arm is, it definitely doesn't contain much spiritual consciousness and soul.

Use your own strengths to attack their weaknesses.

"Wow!"

In the chaotic clouds behind the arm, the Wa Palace appeared, emitting brilliant multicolored rays of light.

A war spirit with three heads and six arms that was dozens of feet tall, carrying the Pure Yang Divine Sword, walked out of the Wa Palace.

It has a heroic posture, a soul like clouds, and is full of destructive energy.

It was Emperor Wa who cast the fighting spirit of "Ping Di Drain".

The fighting spirit slashed out with a sword, breaking through Murong Lord's mental power attack in the spiritual dimension.

At the same time, countless blood overflowed from Zhang Ruochen's arm and shoulder wound.

This blood turned into a dense network of blood vessels and was connected to the arm of the three-headed and six-armed war spirit holding the Pure Yang Divine Sword. The two forces were now combined.

At this moment, Lord Murong finally felt the pressure.

"The methods of Emperor Wa and Emperor Tiandao are combined. They are the strongest in ancient times and today. I'm afraid even the ancestors will find it difficult!" Que said.

Hai Shang Youruo also secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "We don't have to deal with Murong Master at this level, which can be said to be a blessing among misfortunes. However, time is already very tight. If we don't push back the tide of time, it will be too late!"

The entire time and space of the Sword Realm Star Territory has been obliterated by the sacrificial calamity light.

This long river of time is a tributary of the long river of time opened up by Givenchy.

Only when this tributary of the long river of time surges back will time appear in the Sword Realm Star Territory, and the destroyed space will reappear step by step.

"The long river of time has been cut off. How can we push back the tide of time? Do we have to wait until Lord Murong is defeated..." God Xiu Chen frowned.

Xu Tian looked at Chan Bing: "Time is running out. Zhang Tiandao's arm may not be able to completely defeat Master Murong in a short time. Next, it is up to you, the time ice butterfly, to spread your wings and fight for the torrent of time and destiny. The stream supports a long bridge of time, helping us to cross the turbulence zone of time and space.”

Fengtian has already taken action, using the secret of destiny to trigger countless rules of destiny and weave a long bridge in the turbulence of time and space.

Two of the twelve phases of destiny are "past" and "future".

The Shrine of the Past and the Shrine of the Future have become the two piers of the long bridge of time.

But the countercurrent of time carries the entire Sword Realm star field, and the time bridge built by Fengtian cannot bear it at all.

As soon as Mingxi River poured in with the torrent of time, cracks appeared in the long bridge and it became precarious.

The rules of fate cannot hold up!

"I'll hold up the bridge of time."

Chan Bing stared at Xu Tian with disdain and sarcasm, crossed the Future Shrine, flew along the Long Bridge of Time, and flew to the space-time turbulence zone.

"Wow!"

The cold time-marked light spots on her body became more and more numerous and brighter, and finally, at the brightest place, a pair of infinitely huge butterfly wings spread out.

The butterfly wings are magnificent, countless millions of miles long, supporting the broken bridge of time.

"She alone cannot support this torrent of time, so I will help her."

God Xiu Chen also looked at Xu Tian with a sarcastic look, and then jumped up and flew towards the Time Bridge, with a sea of ​​time forming under his feet.

She was originally the jade of time, and later she became the tool spirit of the sundial. Her attainments in the way of time are unparalleled by few monks in the world.

"What do they look like? Is this moral kidnapping? Feng Caiyi, do you think they want to morally kidnap me? It turns out to be Youruo...you said..."

Xu Tian was furious, and then he saw clearly that the person walking by was not Feng Tian, ​​but Hai Shang Youruo.

Hai Shang Youruo rushed towards the Time Bridge without saying a word.

She has been practicing in the past and future shrines all year round. She has the ability to fish for horo fish and has extraordinary attainments in the way of time.

They all know very well that even if time does not flow backwards, Di Chen will definitely go to the past, destroy the main altar of the sword world, and prevent the doomsday sacrifice from happening.

If they don't fight hard and retreat to the future, they can just win.

But Di Chen can’t come back!

so.

Regardless of life and death, they held up the long bridge of time and pushed the reverse flow of time, not for the sake of the common people in the world, but just to bring Di Chen back.

"All the monks in the Temple of Destiny listen to the order and use your Gate of Destiny to build a long bridge of time, causing the tributaries of time to flow back and bring Di Chen back."

Fengtian was decisive and his eyes were firm, and he was the first to release the gate of his destiny.

"Swish!"

On the Mingxi River behind the Temple of Destiny, Gates of Destiny flew out one after another, setting up a bright and wide bridge of time between the Palace of the Past and the Palace of the Future.

Fengtian fell to the top of the future shrine to support this end of the bridge.

"Crash!"

Que and Xuetu led the army of the Temple of Destiny to push back the tide of time in the Fate River.

Their bodies carry the space material and causal rules of the entire Sword Realm Star Territory. Every time they take a step forward, a large number of monks fall into the life stream dyed red with blood.

"Pop!"

Over time, cracks continue to appear on the bridge, making it difficult to carry the torrent of time. It seems that it will collapse when a gust of wind blows.

But no matter how shaky it is, it finally holds on!

"The monks under the ancestors also want to continue the long river of time?"

Murong Zhizhu threw the staff in his hand while fighting with Zhang Ruochen's arms.

Countless ancestral runes flowed on the surface of the staff, flying rapidly, jumping in the turbulence of time and space, triggering a terrifying time and space storm, and impacting towards the Long Bridge of Time.

"At the critical moment, you still have to watch me!"

Xu Tian deliberately roared like this, swayed, and disappeared into the Temple of Destiny.

"Zheng!"

The sound of swords was dense and harsh.

After Xu Tian entered the turbulence of time and space, the Sword Origin Divine Tree grew out of his body, triggering the billions of war swords in the self-study sword world to turn into a river of swords and hit the flying staff.

"Bang bang!"

The staff contained Lord Murong's full blow, and the battle sword released by Xu Tian melted before it came into contact with it.

Without Xu Juehai, Xu Tian's combat power was indeed greatly reduced.

Seeing that the staff was about to fly past him, Xu Tian tightened his scalp, took a deep breath, and directly used his body as a sword to transform into a sharp human-shaped sword light and hit it.

After the clanging sound of gold and stone.

"Pfft!"

The staff penetrated Xu Tian's head and entered the chest.

Even the Sword Source Sacred Tree that was refined into the body was shattered countless times and could not withstand the full blow of the ancestor.

But Xu Tian endured it, stuck the staff in his body, and together with the staff, they were thrown spinning and flying from the top of the Time Bridge.

"Is that Xu Tian? Why is there a stick growing on its head?"

"What, that's Xu Tian? Isn't it a person on a stick?"

Everything that just happened happened between lightning and flint, and most of the gods couldn't see clearly how Xu Tian resisted Lord Murong's staff. I just felt the collision of ancestor-level energy, which was shocking and gorgeous.

"boom!"

The time and space storm caused by the staff arrived one step later and impacted on the Long Bridge of Time.

The long bridge kept shaking, and Fengtian couldn't stand still at all.

The next moment, the long bridge of time, which was already in danger, suddenly shattered and opened.

The bodies of Zen Bing, Hai Shang Youruo, and Xiu Chen Tianshen, who supported the long river of time, all exploded and turned into three blood-red clouds of material particles, which flew out due to the storm in space and time. They were all seriously injured.

The backlash of time continues to erode their longevity.

The three blood-red substance particle clouds were becoming increasingly dispersed as it became difficult to re-consolidate the physical body in the storm.

It is worth mentioning that although Xiuchen God is a sundial weapon spirit, he has a physical body for cultivation.

Her name is Miaoli!

The bridge broke over time, and the stream of life flowing on the bridge lost its carrier and rushed into the turbulent flow of time and space.

In just a moment, there were endless screams in the Life Creek, and countless monks from the Temple of Destiny exploded to death.

Fengtian, who is located at the top of the Future Temple, is caught in a difficult decision. If he does not give the order to retreat, all the monks in the Temple of Destiny will be buried in the turbulence of time.

She looked at the other end of the space-time turbulence zone. She could no longer see Zhang Ruochen and the ancestors of space-time. She could only feel the fluctuations of the ancestors' fighting skills coming from the depths of time and space.

"Can't we bring him back?"

When Feng Tian was in pain, a blood-red spot appeared in his pupils.

That bloody spot...

It was the blood moon that once stood over Luozu Yunshan Realm. It flew towards the broken bridge of time, getting closer and closer.

Luo Zuyunshan's realm was shattered, but it still existed.

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