Qingyuntai recovered, his armor was in tatters, he looked at Zhang Ruochen with fear in his eyes, and thought to himself: "Could he be the bloody god of war?"

The sky in the royal city of hundreds of tribes suddenly turned blood red, and a pouring rain of blood fell.

The huge corpse of Ye Kong, the master of the Taixu realm of the Yaksha tribe, fell from the clouds like a mountain.

The Yaksha Ancestral Temple was suspended in mid-air. The extremely beautiful figure of the Jade Spirit God stood outside the temple, looking down at the gods below, and said: "The Yaksha betrayed the Yaksha clan and was killed by this god today. Those who want to get involved in the royal city of hundreds of clans,

die!"

Two great gods fell one after another, and the monks in the royal city of hundreds of tribes, from spiritual gods to slaves and lackeys, all became excited.

"Crazy, everyone is crazy!"

"A Zhang Ruochen and a Jade Spirit God, how can they get the confidence? Are they going to declare war on the hell world?"

…

Jade Spirit God raised his voice and said: "The royal city of the Hundred Tribes cannot bear so many gods. If you don't want to be the enemy of the Yasha Tribe, please leave with your army within a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

A true god of the Dark Temple, with two heads, walked out of the Holy Army camp, looked in the direction of the Yaksha Ancestral Temple, and said: "Jade Spirit God, are you really impatient with life?"

"Bang!"

The true god was slapped to death by the Jade Spirit God.

A large five-fingered handprint a hundred meters long appeared on the ground.

In the nearby Holy Army camp, tens of thousands of Holy Soldiers from the Dark Temple were all reduced to dust.

The whole city is silent!
Chapter completed!