"The temple is coming!"

I don't know who it was, but suddenly murmured something.

Within the scope of the entire space, the oppressive atmosphere became even more oppressive.

"This old guy is coming to the temple this time. He's coming with such force!"

Qin Tianhua looked at the blond old man and murmured.

But soon, Qin Tianhua smiled faintly.

"Anyway, the Hunting God War is a struggle between these three top forces. Our entry is just to increase the difficulty of the game."

Behind him, Qin Wuqing remained silent.

Although he is practicing in the Nine Nether Purgatory, he is currently only at the peak of the early stage of the Venerable Realm.

There is still one step away from reaching the middle stage of the Venerable Realm.

He is not qualified to be a participant in this hunting god battle in Nine Nether Purgatory.

It's just because he is the prince of the Wei Dynasty and he fights on behalf of the Wei Dynasty.

The Temple is a force comparable to the Nine Nether Purgatory, so the candidates for this battle are naturally extremely powerful.

I am no match for him.

Thinking of this, Qin Wuwu looked at Qin Tianhua and asked worriedly.

"Grandpa, the Sword-wielding Court is still a top force after all. With Su Yu's cultivation, he shouldn't be qualified to participate in the Hunting God War. If Su Yu doesn't come, wouldn't there be nothing we can do against Su Yu?"

Qin Tianhua said calmly.

"If you don't come, you don't come. It's best if you come. Even if Su Yu escapes this time, a half-step emperor-level strongman is watching Su Yu secretly. As long as Su Yu leaves the sword-wielding court, the same thing will happen.

There is only death!"

Obviously, Qin Wudao also knew about the middle-aged man.

After all, he was also the Supreme Emperor of the Wei Dynasty.

But what he didn't know was that the middle-aged man had died in the hands of the elder of the Bai family.

But now, the middle-aged man's soul has been extracted, and what remains in the middle-aged man's body is his "dead" elder brother!

The people from the temple quietly occupied a space as soon as they arrived at the Zhenshen Mountain Range. Although the people around them were all saints, they were obviously far away from the temple.

In other words, I dare not stand in the same position as the people in the temple.

Zhao Xue looked around curiously, seeming to be looking for something.

Next to him, a blond young man stood quietly behind the old man with a gentle face, saying nothing, as if there was nothing he could see.

Time passes slowly.

A moment later, bursts of roaring came from the void in the distance again.

The void was torn apart, and a rickety old man slowly walked over through the void.

There seemed to be a dark river beneath his feet, dragging his body along as he walked.

Behind the old man, there were also five figures standing, each figure exuding powerful waves.

"Nine Netherworlds. Purgatory!"

Someone whispered softly.

At the location of the temple, the blond old man looked at the rickety old man and snorted coldly.

"Humph, I didn't expect that you, an old ghost, are not dead yet. Why? You haven't come out in so many years. What do you want to do when you come out today?"

The blond old man's voice was like a loud bell, exploding between heaven and earth.

Just the spread of the sound caused the surrounding space to fluctuate slightly, as if it was affected by some powerful force.

The rickety old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he saw the blond old man, he slowly opened his eyes.

The rickety old man's eyes were extremely frightening.

One black eyeball and one white eyeball, which look extremely terrifying.

"Jie Jie Jie. Aren't you not dead? What? The power of the soul has been restored? Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a pity that you found the soul-returning grass, otherwise some people would not be able to!"

"

Compared with the voice of the blond old man, the figure of the rickety old man was as if his throat had been rubbed, extremely harsh.

It's even more unpleasant than the sound of a crow.

"snort!"

A cold look flashed across the eyes of the blond old man, as if he had been mentioned something embarrassing. The old man snorted coldly, and a surge of power burst out in an instant.

Boom!!

A coercion belonging to the realm of a saint spread instantly.

Along with the entire void, there were bursts of roaring sounds.

In some fragile spaces, ferocious cracks opened inch by inch and spread.

"These top forces are really overbearing!"

Qin Wudao frowned and spread out a trace of aura, shrouding Qin Wuwu to prevent these little guys from being crushed due to the struggle between saint realms.

"Hey, what's the matter? The injury is just right, so you dare to attack me!"

The rickety old man smiled strangely, and in an instant, the black river beneath his feet gathered together, as if forming a huge water monster.

Standing proudly in the void, facing the holy pressure of the blond old man, there were only splashes of water.

It didn't even affect the few people behind the old man.

"court death!"

The blond old man was furious, and a golden spear appeared in his hand. The spear vibrated slightly and rolled up endless golden light.

The surrounding saints frowned slightly and looked at the two people with some dissatisfaction.

This is not a place for saints to fight, but here is the Zhenshen Mountain Range.

Relying on the power behind them, the two of them became a little bit more arrogant, as if they did not take other powerful people in the holy realm seriously.

"snort!"

Just when the blond old man was about to leave, there was a cold snort.

The voice was low, like thunder on the ground.

The entire Zhenshen Mountain Range shook because of this cold snort.

It seems as if there is an extremely powerful existence that is about to resurrect from the Zhenshen Mountain Range.

Feeling this aura, the expressions of all the saints present changed.

The faces of the blond old man and the rickety old man also darkened slightly, and for a while they became even more motionless.

"The God Hunting War is about to begin. As saints of the human race, they actually kill each other in front of the abyss of the gods. The Nine Nether Purgatory and the Temple are really doing a good job!"

A majestic sound came from all directions, making people confused.

The voice was low, with an unmistakable tone.

"It seems that if you have time, you need to visit the Nine Nether Purgatory and the Temple."

For a moment, an extremely terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire Zhenshen Mountain Range.

The expressions of some saints changed wildly, because under this pressure, they all felt a little congested in their chests.

Even the juniors standing behind them were trembling under this terrible pressure.

Qin Tianhua's face was slightly gloomy.

"Damn it, how far has the Qinglong Saint reached? Why have I reached a higher level, but under this pressure, I seem so weak?

Unbearable!"

Qin Tianhua was a little unwilling and wanted to resist this pressure with his own body.

For a moment, Qin Tianhua's complexion turned red, and veins burst out.

The saints around him looked at Qin Tianhua like a fool.

"This Qin Tianhua looks quite smart, but turns out to be like a fool. He actually wants to rely on his body to resist the pressure of the Azure Dragon Saint."

Some saints were discussing.

The next moment, Qin Tianhua was like a deflated rubber ball. He could only spread his breath. Only then did he feel that the pressure was much weakened, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

The rickety old man and the blond old man suddenly turned extremely pale, especially the blond old man. His body was trembling slightly, as if he had thought of something terrible.

Before the sound could continue to sound, the rickety old man moved his palm slightly and immediately slapped his chest.

Boom!
To be continued...