If you want to protect Jiannanjie, you can only find a way to lead the gods to another place.

However, with a mere saint of the Hundred Shackles Realm, not to mention leading away the gods, even any god can kill him with just one blow.

Just as Zhang Ruochen was thinking about countermeasures, the voice of the White Tiger of Burying Gold sounded: "If the Origin Temple is taken away, it is just a Jiannan Realm. My Burying Gold God Realm World can be carried for a short time."

"Can you release your divine power and collect Jiannan Realm?" Zhang Ruochen said in surprise.

Burying Jin Baihu said: "Of course, we cannot release too much divine power, we just release the divine realm world. Moreover, you have to carry the divine realm world so that we can hide the perception of the heavenly way. Otherwise, if the heavenly punishment comes, we will all die."

"Okay, that's the decision for the time being."

With the help of the white tiger in the funeral, Zhang Ruochen felt that the burden on his shoulders was much lighter and he was more confident.

...

The Origin Temple has long been transformed into ruins, with ruins everywhere.

There are broken walls that are dozens of feet high, huge unicorn stone carvings stand among the rocks, and sword monuments fall under the ravines, so dilapidated, yet so magnificent.

There are also broken formations and ancient killing patterns, all over the place.

Even the Great Sage, who is rushing around in it, may touch the formation and cause disaster.

But for the Da Sikong and Er Sikong at this moment, they couldn't care about so much. Their Buddhist robes were ragged and their mouths were covered in blood, and they fled quickly in the ruins.

Whenever the formation was touched, sword energy would fly out of the formation and slash on them, causing the two monks to scream.

They dared not stop, and there were dense sounds of water breaking behind them, and dozens of great saints were chasing them.

"The two masters go first, let's stop them."

True killing, true greed, true delusion, the three monks released powerful death energy and Taoist domains, turning into three bright light shuttles, rushing towards the pursuers behind.

The three of them are all in a state of death.

With the power of the three men, without using war soldiers, they actually defeated dozens of great saints step by step. If they had not been compassionate and had not had the idea of ​​killing, the great saint would have fallen.

A loud shout came from a distance: "You are the white-clothed god of death in the Temple of Death. You are not a Buddhist practitioner, so why don't you wake up soon."

The sound contains powerful mental power and death mind power.

True killing, true greed, true greed spirit and holy soul were suppressed and stood there.

The Nan Sheng and the four great saints of the Temple of Death took off quickly, cutting through the heavy water, leaving five white water patterns.

When the Nan Sheng appeared, dozens of great saints around looked at each other, showing a look of fear and fear, and quickly retreated.

They all knew that there were many origin sacred medicines on Da Sikong and Er Sikong, so they were extremely unwilling to accept it and were still wandering in the distance, waiting for the opportunity to catch fish in troubled waters.

Nan Sheng stood on the shoulders of a broken stone sculpture more than ten feet tall, glanced at the escaped Da Sikong and Er Sikong, and smiled sarcastically: "A mere two great saints in the immortal realm, when they saw this saint, they actually wanted to escape."

"Saint Nan should not kill them. Since they call Zhang Ruochen the uncle, it may be of great use to catch them." said a great saint of the Death Temple with a crocodile head.

Nan Sheng nodded, released his mental power, and condensed two gray chains.

The gray chains are condensed from the rules of heaven and earth, like two spiritual snakes, entangled towards the Grand Sikong and the Second Sikong.

"Don't hurt my two masters."

Zhensha dissolved Nan Sheng's mental power, Buddha's light appeared in his eyes, his hands folded, and a giant sword that was ten feet long condensed above his head.

Slashed down with both hands, and the giant sword followed.

"Boom."

The two mental chains broke in response to the sound.

"Good example, really kill." Da Sikong turned around and couldn't help but praise.

Nan Sheng was a little confused at first, then turned to anger. In a vague way, he heard the laughter of the Great Saint in the distance.

I don’t know if it’s mocking him or the Temple of Death.

The white-clothed killing god in the Temple of Death is turned into a Buddhist practitioner, and in turn is an enemy of the Temple of Death. Is there anything more funny than this?

True greed and true delusion also resolved the mental suppression of Nan Sheng, and each formed a Buddha seal, but a sword of killing condensed above his head and attacked Nan Sheng.

"You go and capture those two monks, and I will suppress these three embarrassing things."

Nan Sheng's face was gloomy. He took out a blue talisman fan and swung forward. The dense runes flew out and turned into hundreds of thunder and lightning, hitting the body of Zhenkang, True and Devil, and True Greed, and all of them were lifted out.

The four great saints of the Temple of Death went around and chased Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

"The Southern Saint is so terrible. He is also a state of death, but he can fight against three."

"Is this one fighting against three? With a wave of his hand, he can defeat three powerful people in the realm of death. The terrifying combat power is enough to be comparable to the Supreme Realm of the Great Saint."

"Disciples of the Seven Great Masters, people who are ordinary people in the legend of the Dead Clan, do you think they are ordinary people? Let's go, with Nan Sheng here, we can't even think about picking up a bargain."

...

The four great saints in the Temple of Death, the weakest ones in the cultivation level are all the Hundred Shackles Realm.

However, this is the Origin Temple. They were worried about touching the formation and killing divine patterns, so after chasing for a long time, they did not capture Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

They launched long-range attacks and mental attacks, and also hit the two monks.

What's strange is that Da Sikong and Er Sikong seemed to have an indestructible body. Every time they were hit, they spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and immediately got up and continued to escape.

"The golden body of the Buddhist Bodhisattva is so powerful?" The great saint of the dead clan with a crocodile head said in surprise.

The attack he launched from the air just now was able to kill the Great Sage at the peak of the Immortal Realm, but after the fat white monk in front was hit, he just rolled around the ground like a ball, immediately cursed and crawled up again, and continued to run forward.

"Maybe they are not only in the Immortal Realm of cultivation." A great saint of the Dead Clan guessed like this.

"Don't worry about so many things first, and then suppress them. They entered the Origin Temple first before us, and must have picked a lot of holy medicines."

The crocodile-headed Dead Clan's Great Saint was extremely fast. In an instant, he chased behind Da Sikong. A ray of death light appeared on the hammer-shaped warrior in his hand. He suddenly raised it and smashed it to Da Sikong's head.

The power of this hammer has reached the point where the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm is not weaker than the full blown attack of the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm. He doesn't believe that this fat white monk can still withstand it.

"Uncle Master, you're here to save me." Da Sikong looked ahead with a look of joy.

The crocodile-headed Dead Clan sneered in his eyes, without any movement.

This white fat monk has used this trick twice before, but he actually wants to use it for the third time?

As the war hammer was about to fall on the head of the Grand Commander, a sword sounded.

"Wow—"

The ancient sword of Chenyuan turned into a black sword light, slashing on the body of the crocodile-headed Dead Clan, and the hammer and body in his hand were broken into two pieces and threw them out to the rear.

The blood of the Great Sage of the Dead Tribe dyed this area of ​​water red.

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