Chapter 1942 Lord of the Seventh Palace!

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On the battlefield, Duan Lingfeng had already fought the cold old man.

(Yin Yinīn) Although the old man Leng is a strong god, but Duan Lingfeng ranks first on the list of true gods, he is enough to fight against him, and he will not lose in a short time.

"My lord, you just said that Lord Duan is the number one true god in the ages, so the person who is fighting against him now seems to be slightly stronger than him. Could it be that he is a legendary powerhouse?" Luo Tianhong couldn't help asking .

"Yes, it is a powerful person." Jian Wushuang replied.

"Really." Luo Tianhong gasped.

The mighty one, for the many cultivators who have stayed in the kingdom of God all year round, the mighty one is definitely a figure in mythology.

"Lord Duan is a true god, but he can fight like this with the legendary powerful man. The number one true god in the ages, his reputation is well-deserved." Luo Tianhong admired.

"Jian Wushuang, let's do it too, otherwise this friend of yours won't last long." Gu Wang said.

"En." Jian Wushuang nodded slightly.

Immediately, the Gu King (body shēn) flickered, and he had returned to Jian Wushuang's body again.

"Qiuyue, you and this little guy will stay on the spaceship." Jian Wushuang urged.

"Yes." Qiuyue nodded.

Jian Wushuang, on the other hand, plundered the giant continent ahead with the sword.

While setting foot on that continent, the rumbling and terrifying divine power directly vented from Jian Wushuang (body shēn).

The strength of this divine power is dozens of times stronger than the divine power exerted by the cold old man before.

The power of the gods is like a prison, completely covering the entire land.

Many cultivators on this piece of land, including everyone in the Soul Palace, were all terrified.

And such terrifying divine power finally alarmed a strong man hidden in the deepest part of that continent.

I saw one after another tyrannical aura erupting one after another, from the deepest part of this land, that is, in the lair of the Palace of Souls, several (body shēn) shadows plundered one after another.

Gathered together with the cold old man at the beginning, seven figures were suspended in the sky and the earth.

Like the seven gods.

"So many people?" Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew that there were some strong men from the blood demon sect in this palace of soul-destroying, and there were even powerful ones, but he didn't expect that there were seven powerful men hidden in a small palace of soul-destroying!

The most important thing is that these seven powerful beings are not only the gods, there are only four gods, and the remaining three are the three great gods! !

The three god emperors, the four god emperors, this is the tyrannical lineup that appeared in front of Jian Wushuang at this moment.

Among the three god emperors, the leader was a man in a golden robe wearing a blood-colored ghost mask. Standing there, the man in the golden robe mask put a little pressure on Jian Wushuang. There is no doubt that this golden robed man The masked man is a genuine peak god emperor! ! !

"Good guy, this small temple in Duopo Palace is really capable. It actually accommodates seven great gods, even a peak god emperor." Jian Wushuang smiled lightly, his smile was as cold as a blade.

And these seven powerful men stared at Jian Wushuang.

Among them, the man in the golden robe and mask was exposed outside, with strange golden eyes, while Sen Leng looked at Jian Wushuang, there was also endless hatred.

"You are Jian Wushuang!!!" The man in the golden robe and mask had a cold voice, and the air froze instantly.

"Know me? It seems that I have a certain reputation in the blood evil sect." Jian Wushuang rubbed his nose.

"This seat is the seventh palace lord of the Blood Evil Sect!" The masked man in the golden robe stared at Jian Wushuang, (body shēn) filled with murderous intent, "Jian Wushuang, I have finally found you, give me my son's life back!! "

Jian Wushuang was startled.

"Your son? Could it be His Majesty Mu Hong?"

Although Jian Wushuang had dealt with Xueshamen before, the only one who died in his hands was Mu Hong.

Moreover, Jian Wushuang always felt that His Majesty Mu Hong should have some background. Now it seems that his background should be his father, that is, the man in the golden robe and mask in front of him.

"With the father of a peak god emperor, it's no wonder that His Majesty Mu Hong is so arrogant." Jian Wushuang sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense, today (day) I will avenge my son!"

"kill!"

The man in the golden robe and mask let out a low shout, and the aura of the peak god emperor locked on to Jian Wushuang instantly, and his body also skyrocketed, reaching a height of ten feet directly, and the golden robe swept across and turned into Endless golden ** clouds.

Rumbling, a huge golden mountain also appeared out of thin air above the sky above.

The infinite magnification of the golden mountain, the mighty ((dang dàng) dàng) ((dang dàng) dàng) crushing all things in the world, at this moment is also oppressed by Chao Jian Wushuang.

Looking at the golden mountain above, Jian Wushuang couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

When the golden mountain was pressing towards him, he clearly sensed an extremely strong suppressing force.

Not surprisingly, this golden mountain is a very rare suppressive treasure, and its power has already reached the level of the Chaos Divine Treasure.

"The Chaos Divine Treasure is rare, and the suppressive Chaos Divine Treasure is even rarer." Jian Wushuang murmured, even though he was under the golden mountain, he felt a sense of crisis faintly.

"My seven stars have all collapsed, and the power of the ancient clan's bloodline has only recovered a little bit. The strength is not yet at its peak. It is a bit of a disadvantage against this seventh palace lord who has a chaos-suppressing divine treasure."

Jian Wushuang's mind turned, but he immediately glanced at Jian Yi next to him.

"This man, leave it to you, kill him!" Jian Wushuang ordered.

"Yes." Jian Yi nodded respectfully, and immediately (body shēn) blood rolled on his face.

The blood mist gathered all over the sky, forming a blood-colored ocean in an instant, completely engulfing the huge golden mountain.

The power of the golden mountain is displayed, mighty ((dang dàng) dàng) ((dang dàng) dàng), extremely tyrannical, but crushing and bombarding in the blood-colored ocean, it seems to be bombarding on a ball of cotton.

"What?" The man with the golden mask, that is, the lord of the seventh house changed his complexion, and couldn't help but glance at Jian Yi.

But Jian Yi didn't stop at all, (body shēn) changed shape, and attacked and killed the Seventh Palace Lord.

"Humph!"

The lord of the seventh house snorted coldly, and before the sword approached, he flipped his hand and directly took out a big seal.

On this big seal, there is a golden dragon with a strong aura, and it is an extremely special Chaos Divine Treasure.

As the Lord of the Seventh Palace clapped his handprints, the great seal burst out with rich golden light, and the golden dragon above the great seal instantly came to life.

"Roar!!!"

The startling dragon roared back to ((dang dàng) dàng) heaven and earth.

This golden dragon soared ten thousand feet in length in an instant, containing endless majesty, and directly attacked the sword.

This golden dragon alone gives Jian Wushuang the feeling that it is enough to compete with ordinary peak god emperors.

"The lord of the seventh palace has so many treasures in his hands?" Jian Wushuang was surprised.