In the Tian Yuan World, the greatest blood sea feud is nothing more than the hatred that blocks the path!

I saw that the Pope of Power had a hideous face, and his divine power shook the void, and he roared in an almost word-by-word voice:

"10,000 years! This seat has endured for 10,000 years, and he will soon become the master of power and life!"

As he spoke, the Pope of Power's face became more and more hideous: "However, what this seat has been planning for ten thousand years has actually been planted on the body of you, an ant! This seat wants to soak your soul in the endless sea!"

Ruined! The Power Pope's plan is completely ruined!

Even if there is still a chain of order that extends into the void, it is not enough to restrain the Bull Demon King. This can be heard from the faint roar of the ox coming from the chain of order. Obviously, the Bull Demon King is following the traction of the Order God Chain!

If the Power Pope is given enough time, maybe the Power Pope will be able to restrain the Bull Demon King again, but he simply doesn't have time now. A half-crippled Golden Immortal, a heyday Lord God, is definitely not something that the Pope of Power can resist.

Therefore, the Pope of Enraged Power now only wants to kill these little reptiles completely, and then lie dormant, waiting for a new opportunity again.

How terrifying was the furious gods? Almost before Wang Zheng could react, a vast amount of divine power smashed his head on his chest! The celestial-level demon-sealing battle armor couldn't help that terrifying divine power at all, and it instantly turned into steel shards in the sky!

The void around Wang Zheng was even more chaotic by that divine power, and the whole person flew backwards.

However, the Pope of Power beckoned from afar, and the rules of power between heaven and earth changed, and Wang Zheng, who was flying upside down, didn't know why, and suddenly flew out towards the Pope of Power.

A sickly smile appeared on the Pope of Strength's face, and he stretched out his hand from afar, looking like he was going to pinch Duan Wang Zheng's neck.

Under the crisis of life and death, Wang Zheng's face was calm, and the Zhuxian Ancient Sword instantly appeared in his hand, slashing towards the palm of the Power Pope.

It seemed that he was afraid of the edge of the Immortal Ancient Sword, and the Power Pope turned his claw into a beat, and Wang Zheng's whole person was slapped out with a bang. This blow shattered all the bones of Wang Zheng's body, and the whole person was like flesh!

Even if Wang Zheng's physical body was tempered thousands of times, it couldn't withstand the attack of a powerful god at all.

"Hold on! just hold on a little longer!"

Wang Zheng's eyes were blurred, but he was clearer than anyone else, and he knew that as long as he could hold on for a while.

At the moment of great danger, Wang Zheng turned his true qi with fate, and used the secret method of healing injuries with the Sacred Heart Technique, and then Qiankun Quit was fluorescent, and a magnificent mountain peak appeared on his feet out of thin air.

The mountain peak was densely packed with swords, and it made people's eyes hurt at the first sight. Endless sword qi shrouded in it, although it was faint, but there were countless terrifying auras lurking in it.

Shushan Sword Blade! In the legend of Shushan Swordsman, the peak of the inheritance of the Emei faction! There are immortal treasures such as the Ziqing Double Sword hibernating.

Looking coldly at the Demon Saint and Bruce who were suppressed by the Power Pope's backhand, Wang Zheng's entire martial arts spirit was used to communicate with this sword mountain.

Even in his spare time, Wang Zheng had already practiced Sword Peak with his true qi and primordial spirit as much as possible. But what level of treasure is the Sword Peak? The Purple and Green Swords both perch on it!

Even if Wang Zheng used his true qi and Yuan Shen to refine as much as possible, he still couldn't fully control the sword peak, and he could only say that he wouldn't be eaten by it.

Looking at the sword peak that suddenly appeared under Wang Zheng's feet, the power pope's face was full of gloom: "Is a body a treasure? This seat used to hate people like you who were born with a golden spoon the most!

Tianque stepped over, and the Pope of Power was like a god looking down on the common people, and a palm was shot from the sky, and this palm had the sun, moon and stars surging in it.

It was the terrifying power of the power that the Pope simulated with his divine power to simulate the movement of the stars, and he wanted to completely destroy Wang Zheng and his sword peak with one blow!

"Light comes!"

At this moment, a burst of shouts rang out, and the infinite light sword light was suddenly born from a single point, covering the entire void world, everywhere, as magnificent as the gods created the world.

But it was Bruce's teacher, the Bright Dragon Knight, who finally got out of trouble and rushed to help.

The powerful attack of a god had to be taken seriously by the Pope of Power, and his starry fighting spirit grabbed towards the sky without any delay!

Countless small worlds and different spaces that are approaching the end of their lives have directly collapsed in this terrifying duel between light and stars.

In the void, Wang Zheng, who was stepping on the Sword Peak, looked at the power of the gods to really attack with all their might, and shook his head solemnly: "It seems that the Sword Peak alone is not enough to put pressure on the gods, so ......"

Wang Zheng's face was full of determination, and he looked towards the sky, and suddenly there was a void in the sky, and a magnificent but lifeless huge building seemed to appear as if it were real and illusory.

Through the half-truthful wall, you can see that the building, like Jianfeng, is also filled with dense swords!

Shushan Sword Shrine, from the Legend of Sword and Fairy!

As soon as the fate of the swords of the two different worlds went up, there was an aura sympathetic, and the endless sword groans buzzed in the depths of the Endless Sea, making the two gods have to look sideways.

Feeling the gaze of the two gods sweeping by, Wang Zheng, whose face was pale, showed a sneer on his face, and then, his body shook slightly, and a cyan Taiji diagram suddenly appeared behind him!

The Taiji diagram rotated slowly, and the two fish of yin and yang were separated, revealing a hole with a hazy white light.

Phantom Moon Cave Mansion!The place where the ancient sword of Zhu Xian is stored!The forbidden place of the highest specification in Qingyun!

Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, Emei Sword Peak, Shushan Sword Shrine, and Lock Demon Tower!

Wang Zheng looked at the Lock Demon Tower, and at this moment, the Lock Demon Tower did not know that it was suitable to appear near the Sword Shrine, and it was integrated with the space of the Sword Shrine, and the entire aura was even more vast and deep.

Wang Zheng grinned, and then pointed into a sword in a frenzied expression, and the endless Sen Han sword intent spread out from him, and in an instant, it enveloped the four great treasures!

The sword intent resonated, and the sound of the sword in heaven and earth was even more pleasant, and even the void was torn apart one after another by the sword groans of the five elements.

Wang Zheng described it as miserable at this moment, his whole body was covered with cracks, and there was also red blood flowing out of the seven orifices.

But at this moment, his eyes are unusually bright!

The so-called celestial man is to imitate the evolution of heaven and earth in the inner heaven and earth, so that the inner heaven and earth can be turned into reality, so that the warrior can achieve the respect of heaven and man.

With the foundation of integrating into heaven and earth in the front, coupled with the sympathy of the breath brought by these four great treasures, Wang Zheng felt that the heavens and men were already close at hand.

But now is not the time to break through, and at this moment, he must stop the Pope of Power from escaping with the remnants of the God of Power.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

Wang Zheng's difficult but firm voice sounded.