The white-haired old man knew that Zhang Ruochen's combat power was very strong, and he knew that there were several old evil monsters in the vicinity who were watching, so in order to avoid extracurricular branches, he could only make a quick decision.

Therefore, she mobilized the holy spirit of the whole body and exhibited a holy art of moon worship.

"Thor!"

Inside the mighty demon cloud, the dry sacred body of the white-haired old man was completely covered by purple lightning, and even every hair had electric light flowing.

A pair of crumpled palms, press forward.

Hundreds of miles away, the dense electric shuttle made a "booming" sound and hit Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen naturally knows how terrible the Holy Art is. Therefore, instead of fighting with the old man with white hair, he exhibits space movement, jumps between the gaps of lightning, and dodges.

The destructive power of thunder **** robbery is amazing, even if only a trace of it, it can melt the fossils in an instant.

"Zhang Ruochen, do you think you can avoid the thunderstorm just by dodging?"

The white-haired and old-haired hair all stood up, as if a flame was burning.

"The power of the Holy Art is indeed very strong, but it also consumes the Holy Spirit. Even if you have entered the Holy Land, how long can you support it?"

Zhang Ruochen said as he dodged.

The face of the old man with white hair showed a sarcastic look, saying: "Want to consume a saint? It is a stupid little ② long ② wind ② text ② study, ww ◆ wc≮fwx.ne ※ t guy. "

"The use of semi-holy practice for the display of holy arts does consume a lot of holy air. However, the holy people have gathered the holy source, which can absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and the source is continuously transformed into holy air.

"Also, the Holy Source can transform heaven and earth's aura at a speed that is dozens of times that of the semi-holy spirit. Even if the Holy Spirit has played dozens of holy arts in a row, the Holy Spirit will not dry up."

Although Zhang Ruochen did not step into the holy realm, he was very clear about the power of the saints. Just now, the reason why he said that was to paralyze the white-haired old man.

After all, the white-haired old man still regarded Zhang Ruochen as a semi-sage, without facing his opponent.

The more so, the more chance Zhang Ruochen has, unexpectedly, to kill in one hit.

"Crack."

Thunder and lightning attacks became more and more intensive, Zhang Ruochen showed an unsupportable tired look, moved the exhibition space, and backed away.

Each time the body moves, it can span a space of ten feet.

"Want to escape? I'm afraid it's a bit late."

The white-haired old man smiled husky, rushed forward, and raised his right hand.

Driven by the Holy Spirit, the second group of magic clouds condensed out, and there was still a dense thunder and lightning shuttle, hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head, exuding a breath of heaven and earth.

Hundreds of miles away, the blushing old man was shocked by the shore of Heishui Lake: "Qi's wife, has the thunder **** been cultivated to the eighth?"

Cultivating the thunder **** to the seventh level is already considered to be a mastery of sacred art. Once it is displayed, it can explode thirty-two times in strength.

Cultivation to the eighth level is enough to erupt thirty-six times the power.

The white-haired old man can control two pieces of thunder cloud at the same time, which is the eighth characteristic of thunder **** robbery.

A stunning demon girl with three white foxtails, standing on a branch of an ancient sycamore tree sized by five people, naked. A pair of jade feet, smooth and jade face, revealing a playful smile: "Zhang Ruochen, You kid, you must hold on. If wife Qi cleans you up, how can your sister play? "

Once the white-haired old lady kills Zhang Ruochen, she can no longer rob the world seal and the holy source.

After all, she didn't dare to confront the evil religion.

Only if Zhang Ruochen blocked the holy attack of the white-haired old woman and escaped successfully, she had the chance to shoot.

Jie Ziyin, Shengyuan, and even the Shenyuan Ancient Sword of the Thousand-Eyed Sacred Artifact level are all her coveted treasures.

Zhang Ruochen fled forward quickly, turned into a streamer, fell to the ground, spread his hands outward, releasing two golden Buddha lights, condensed into two golden palms up to several hundred meters long.

With both hands raised, the ground shook violently.

"Booming."

Two huge golden bergamots lifted a mountain covered with vegetation, and smashed it towards the white-haired old man who had caught up.

Close to the kilometer-high mountain, there are many wild beasts and birds. As the mountains soar, the wild beasts and birds are very frightened. They immediately escape from the mountain and rush down.

The next moment, a loud noise came out.

The thunder and lightning surged down and shattered the mountains. Even the fleeing birds and beasts flew into a plume of black smoke.

The power of the Holy Art can destroy everything, and the mountains and mountains can't stop it.

The white-haired old man thought Zhang Ruochen had run away, but soon realized that it was not good. I saw a golden figure behind the broken mountain.

"A thousand dragons."

The sound of dragons and elephants roared through, and the sound waves circled a thousand miles away, scaring and trembling the wild beasts on this earth, thinking that there are dragon and elephant saints coming here.

Zhang Ruochen's hands patted forward at the same time to meet the surge of thunder and lightning.

Obviously there are only two hands, behind Zhang Ruochen, there are thousands of golden handprints. Zhang Ruochen at this moment is very much like a thousand-handed Buddha.

"Boom."

The magic energy and the Buddha energy collided together, releasing a circle of energy waves, rushing towards the four sides.

Those evil old monsters hidden in the dark all used the Holy Soul Realm to block the energy wave without being injured.

Of course, they also exposed their positions and were memorized by Zhang Ruochen.

"Zhang Ruochen even crushed the wife's Holy Art attack, did he also cultivate it?" The stunning demon girl with three white foxtails was slightly moved.

You know, even in the ninth-order semi-holy, few people can practice a kind of holy art to Dacheng. Once there is such a person, it must be the strong among the ninth-order half-sages.

It is difficult for her to believe that a lower-order semi-sacred can successfully cultivate a kind of holy art.

However, if Zhang Ruochen did not perform the holy art, how could he break the thunder of Qi's wife?

You know, even with her practice, she didn't have the full confidence to block the eighth thunderbolt.

Of course, there are some evil old monsters who recognize that Zhang Ruochen is the eighth palm of the dragon elephant and the thousand-handed dragon elephant.

The existence of martial arts can help monks explode several times and dozens of times of attack power.

High-level martial arts can not only mobilize heaven and earth aura, but also coincide with the rules of heaven and earth, resonance occurs, and the outbreak of attack power will naturally become more powerful.

In general, a martial art capable of bursting at thirty times the attack power can be called a "holy art", which is a king-level martial art.

At that time, when Zhang Ruochen cultivated the dragon elephant Prajna Palm to the fifth palm "Ninefolds of Elephant Power", he played the palms and was able to explode nine times.

Zhang Ruochen cultivated the ninth palm of the dragon elephant Prajna Palm to Dacheng. This martial arts grade, upgraded to the ghost-grade top grade, can explode twenty-seven times of power, which is close to the power of the Holy Art.

Later, Zhang Ruochen refined the holy dragon soul, opened his hands with six tricks, and used the blood of God to sanctify the six tricks, and his power naturally increased to a higher level.

Today, Zhang Ruochen's eighth palm with a dragon-like palm can already explode thirty-three times.

If you hit the ninth palm, you can even burst out with 34 times the strength, even if it is a little worse than the eighth heaviest Thor, it is not far behind.

You know, the dragon elephant is like a palm, now it's just a ghost-grade top grade.

Once Zhang Ruochen refines the elephant soul of the blue armor icon, rushes away to the seventh trick and completely sanctifies his hands, it will surely be far beyond the eighth thunder god.

"How ... how could ..."

The white-haired old man did not expect that Zhang Ruochen was able to break through the thunder god, and was slightly lost.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen turned into a golden dragon that grew up several tens of feet, and exhibited the ninth palm of the dragon-like princess, the scaled dragon.

Jinlong reached out the huge claws and hit the top of the white-haired old man.

The power of this claw is stronger than the eighth palm just now.

The complexion of the white-haired old lady changed, and in a hurry, it was too late to cast the thunder god, and had to hit three pieces of sacred artifacts in succession to meet them.

"Dream of hundreds of sacred artifacts, dare to show them off?"

"Well."

Three consecutive beeps.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew out, smashing all three sacred artifacts, and at the same time, refining all the artifact fragments into the sword body.

"Do not……"

The white-haired old man tried hard to mobilize the Holy Spirit, and wanted to re-play the thunder **** to resist the dragon claw.

However, everything was too late, and the golden dragon claws fell mercilessly on the head of the white-haired old woman, shooting her from the air and falling straight to the ground.

The erupting power of the Dragon Claw shot her directly into the ground.

Defensive ground, cracked dense lines.

The white-haired old cricket lay under the dirt, propped up his hands, and the holy blood in his body burned. He performed a life-consuming mystery that blocked the attack power of the dragon claws.

However, the old-fashioned white-haired man was also very badly wounded, his skin was cracked, his flesh was hazy, and he looked extraordinarily stingy.

"Zhang Ruochen, you can't ... kill Ben Sheng ..."

"Well."

A black sword air fell from the sky, penetrated the holy spirit realm of the white-haired old woman, and penetrated through her eyebrow.

The white-haired and old-headed Qihai and the head were split in half at the same time, and the whole body's sacred energy quickly dissipated, and the body gradually became cold.

Another sacred figure fell.

The saint's vitality is indeed strong, but once the sea of ​​air is broken and the whole body is repaired, it will lose most of it.

Therefore, Qihai is the weakest place of the saints, and it is also the place where the defense is the strictest. General attacks will not hurt the saint's Qihai at all.

However, no matter how strict the defense is, how can it stop the Shen Yuan ancient sword?

Zhang Ruochen took out the holy source in the white-haired old man, and immediately displayed the space movement, his body slightly shook, and disappeared in place.

The evil old monsters present were all horrified. It was hard to imagine that a junior in the semi-holy realm could even cut two holy figures in a row.

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The saints, high above, are like the gods who dominate the Kunlun realm.

But now, some people are going against the heaven.

"Well! Where did Zhang Ruochen go?"

The stunning demon girl with three foxtails awoke from the shock just now and noticed something was wrong.

Suddenly, a cold chill passed to her back.

She was startled in her heart, immediately cast herself, and rushed forward, using lightning speed, in an instant, to reach ten miles away.

Even so, Zhang Ruochen's sword had just cut off one of her foxtails.

The **** position of the stunning lady, bloody, a sense of pain and shame, was hitting her nerves, staring at the young man who rushed to her, and the anger in her heart rose. (To be continued.)