Wu Ma Jiu Xing's pupils constricted, his face turned grave to the extreme, his heart turbulent like waves crashing against the sky.


A killing god who had reached the middle divine realm and cultivated for nearly 50,000 years actually met such a tragic end?




It is important to know that even for a higher god, killing a mid-level god is not an easy feat.


As for Zhang Ruochin's mental strength, Wu Ma Jiuxing still had a certain judgment. How could he possibly kill the Demon Eye?


Can even a magical eye escape?


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Zhang Ruochin stood on the cloud bridge, suspended in mid-air, and said, "You're really good at turning things around. Old man and Mo Tong have a deep friendship, how could I possibly kill him? It was you who attacked him and killed him."


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<<<"Sir, if you were hiding in the shadows and using the advantages of this sacred land, I might truly be wary. But once you leave this place and your form is exposed, your advantage will vanish."

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"Wow!"


Wu Ma Jiu Xing held the bronze battle saber high above his head, a beam of sword energy shot straight into the sky.


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With a single slash!


Before the blade even reached him, Zhang Ruochen's body had already shattered.


"Oh no, I've been tricked again!"


Even though Wu Ma Jiu Xing remained calm and composed, his heart was filled with rage. He desperately wanted to find the old man's true form and kill him with a thousand cuts.


What was struck by the sword wasn't Zhang Ruochin's true body, but a phantom created by his Demon Eye divine source.


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It's not that Zhuma Jiu's intelligence is lacking, but the gap in mental fortitude is too great, preventing him from gaining the upper hand.

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Actually, the fact that he was able to completely withdraw from the Heavenly Venerable's Relics is already quite remarkable. He was at a disadvantage and made the best judgment every time.


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"It's the aura of a Wu Ma Jiu Xing sword technique, and they're going all out."


"Wuhma Jiuxing actually dared to make a scene in Xinhui Tian Sheng, with the backing of Dao Zun, it's not ordinary."


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From within the First Divine Maiden City, streaks of divine light shot out towards the Celestial Venerable's Relics.


With the power of a true god, in an instant, he traversed hundreds of thousands of miles and arrived at the domain outside the Heavenly Venerable's relic where sword energy raged.




Thousands of miles around, dust flies, and divine patterns cover everything.


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"The Nine Lines of Wu Ma were once invincible in the mortal world. Their foundation was deep and solid, naturally extraordinary." Shang Hongdao said.


Shang Hong and the deities of the Heavenly Paradise Sect gathered together, each radiating divine splendor and exuding profound energy. The very place they stood transformed into a sacred land bathed in brilliant white light.


Riding high on his recent victory against the Divine Child of Fate's Temple, Heishang Minggong, Shang Hong’s aura was even more imposing than before. He seemed ethereal, as if ready to ascend to heaven.


"Wow!"


"Wow!"


What is the meaning of this strange string?


Four divine lights came from the heavens, one after another.


They wore divine garments of different colors, each one breathtakingly beautiful. Their skin, visible beneath the robes, was like ice sculptures, smooth and flawless, as if four fairy maidens had descended to earth. As they landed on the ground, a shower of flowers enveloped them.


This is exactly the Shen Nü Twelve Fang, with the four pavilion masters: Hua, Ye, Qiu, and Xue.


Their eyes, fixed on the chaotic world where nine rows of Wuma warriors were clashing, shone with divine light. Each pair held a burning anger.


"The Starry Heavens domain, ruled by the twelve Great Masters of the Divine Female, has long had its own set of rules. No divine beings are allowed to cause trouble within this realm. Wu Ma Jiuxing, come with us and meet the City Lord."


Thousands of miles away, the Nine Heavens Horse Army released a divine realm world, their full attention focused on vigilant readiness.


"Wow!"


A bolt of lightning condensed, like a river of electricity, surging into his divine realm.

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The bronze war blade was raised above its head, and intricate patterns appeared on its surface, radiating light that could be seen even from the First Divine City, tens of thousands of miles away.



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With a single strike, the energy between heaven and earth surged wildly.


Zhang Ruchen stood under an ancient tree with gnarled roots and intertwining branches at the edge of the dense forest. As he watched the blade fall, he felt a sense of power from all across heaven and earth pressing down upon him.


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"As expected of the Nine Lines of Wuma, you found me so quickly."


Zhang Ruochen stood his ground, fearless. With a slight raise of his arm, the earth before him rose directly up, transforming the plain into a plateau, clashing with the incoming blade light.


Suddenly, a loud boom echoed through the air.


The earth shook and shattered for thousands of miles. The heavens split, and ruin reigned supreme.


"Little brats of horse and man, this grudge will not be shared by heaven. This old man will not die with you, nor will I stop fighting until one of us is dead."


Zhang Ruochen was no longer hiding. He appeared, his white hair and long beard fluttering in the wind. He raised his hand above his head, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth transformed into rivers of qi, converging towards his palm.


His palm was like holding a scorching sun, he waved his hand and struck the nine rows of demonic horses.


Li Qingcheng saw Zhang Ruichen's figure and showed a strange expression, saying, "It's him."


"Who is that old man?" the alluring and sexy mistress of the Meflower Pavilion, dressed in a black lace dress, asked.


Liu Qingcheng said, “It’s the mysterious old man I mentioned before, who lives in seclusion on Yunfan Star. He has extremely high attainments in music theory and is said to have a close relationship with the Twelve Palaces of the Goddess.”


"How did he come to fight with the Nine Lines of Wuma?" asked the master of Qiushuang Pavilion.


Liu Qingcheng said, "Perhaps, it is related to the Heavenly Venerable's treasure gauze."


Upon hearing this, the remaining three masters of the temple were moved, both surprised and delighted.


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We can’t just let them fight like this, otherwise, it will inevitably cause serious damage to Xinghuan Heaven.

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"Strike first, stop them."


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What's even more terrifying is that the Bloodstone Altar awakened the residual power of the celestial Venerables in the Starry Heaven.


The Four Elders, riding a blood stone altar, flew out and crashed into the center of Zhang Ruochin and Wu Ma Jiuxing's fight, suppressing their berserk power.


Qiushuang Fangzhu stood at the edge of the altar, flying in mid-air, her long skirt fluttering. From deep within her snow-white and straight jade legs, a hint of allure was revealed, brimming with endless temptation. She said coldly: "Stop! Whoever dares to make a move again will be put to death."


Wuma Jiuxing held his sword and looked up at the sky, saying: "Today's events are all instigated by that old geezer. Even the demons..."


"My old friend, Mo Tong, died a terrible death. Wu Ma Jiu Xing, let us settle this in the stars." Zhang Ruochen's voice was hoarse, yet it tore through his very being, filled with anguish.




Wū Mǎ Jiǔ Xíng took a deep breath, his anger making him tremble. His eyes were as sharp as knives.


Zhang Ruchen threw the essence of Mo Tong's divine eyes to Liu Qingcheng on the altar. Tears streamed down his face as he said, "It was him, it was him, who killed Mo Tong! This revenge must be avenged, or I will die with regret. Fight! Fight to the death! Today, I shall use your divine blood to pay respects to Mo Tong."


Zhang Ruochin unleashed his spiritual energy, pulling down asteroids from the outer void. They rained down like a meteor shower, crashing towards Wu Ma Jiuxing.


Zhang Ruochin was well aware that his lifespan was dwindling, and there were few things he could still do. Every action counted; he had to eliminate the Nine Lines of Witch Horse, completely removing any future threats to A Le and Taohua. Moreover, a thousand years ago, the Nine Lines of Witch Horse had stolen his Zhou Fan Bracelet from him. The resentment between them was profound.


None of them expected this old fellow, who was nearing the end of his life, to be so radical and unstoppable.


As countless stars plummeted, the four temple masters hastily steered their sacrificial platforms away and retreated far into the distance.


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Fighting a dying man is the most irrational thing.


But before he could venture far, a barrier of magic appeared before him, blocking his path.

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Damn it!"


A divine general with nine rows of magical soldiers, wielding a sword, struck down the enemy in one fell swoop.


The blade flashed, like a crescent moon hundreds of miles long, appearing on the ground and colliding with the formation barrier.


Such a domineering strike, yet it failed to break through the formation barrier.




The formations screen, like a vast ocean, devoured all the destructive power contained within the blade's light.


Wuma Jiu Xing immediately stopped, unbelievably staring at the formation barrier ahead and the bloodstone altar that had already vanished far behind the barrier.




"Who is the expert here? Why are you stopping me from leaving?" Wu Ma Jiuxing said.


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Although the sound was very slight and pleasant, it sounded like a vast heavenly voice that echoed through the skies for tens of thousands of miles.


No one knows where the sound came from.




Bloodstone altar, the four Fangzhu changed color together.


"It's a divine art, only she could have set up such an impressive formation," said Liu Qingcheng.


"She has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, how did she get involved in this?" the Master of the Underworld Flower Pavilion exclaimed in surprise.


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This is a very strange thing!




Shang Hong's eyes narrowed, "It seems Xing Huan Tian actually has a Formation Master. I truly underestimated the Shen Nu Twelve Pavilions before."


A person who can be called a Divine Master must have their spiritual power reach at least eighty levels.


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