Fang Yi said coldly: "Zhang Ruochen, you are too arrogant. I really think that you can swallow so many holy sources alone. Are you afraid of being killed?"

"I don't know if I can't sustain it, but, to be sure, Sword Prison never wants to take a holy source."

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the strength of the Qiankun world, and then, a strong energy burst out from his body, causing Fang Yi to stand steadily, stepping backwards, and the crimson sacred blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"It's so strong."

Fang Yi was covering her chest and was very angry, but she was quite daunted and did not dare to attack.

Just kidding, now Zhang Ruochen can kill him with a random hit.

Moreover, even with the talent shown by Zhang Ruochen, even if he is killed, the moon **** will surely protect Zhang Ruochen's life, and the merit temple may not be able to punish Zhang Ruochen.

Bear it!

People under the eaves had to bow their heads.

The realms of the six worlds communicate with spiritual power, prepare to retreat, and then lead the saints of the six worlds to forcibly rob the holy sources on the battlefield.

The battlefield is so wide, and there are many sages in the six worlds. Even if Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, he never wants to stop them.

However, they were just about to retreat, and a powerful Holy Cause force fell on them, suppressing them from moving.

Among the realms of the seven worlds, in addition to Wu Hao, the other six realms all changed their faces slightly and stared at Zhang Ruochen.

The madman said: "Zhang Ruochen, what do you mean, we just want to take away the corpse of the war dead in Maternal Realm and the holy source in them, is it enough for you to leave all the holy sources in Marquis Rakshasa to you?"

After Yuan Yuan's death, the madman became the leader of the saints of the Eight Divisions and acted as the agent of all responsibilities.

"Go!"

With a wave of Zhang Ruochen's palm, he issued an order, and then all the saints in the central empire of Shengming rushed out and went to collect the holy source.

After making these arrangements, Zhang Ruochen said: "Since you have fled the battlefield, it means that you have abandoned the holy sources on the battlefield and gave them to the Rakshasa. I have to do it on my own. Strength, fighting desperately, before repulsing the Raksha clan and taking the source from the hands of the Raksha clan. What qualifications do you have to share a cup? "

The six realms all knew that if it wasn't for Zhang Ruochen's repulsion of the Marquis of Rakshasa, let alone get the holy source, it would be difficult for them to retreat.

The worst outcome was the annihilation of the entire army.

After all, it was Zhang Ruochen who saved them, and Zhang Ruochen wanted all the holy sources, and it was understandable.

However, after the army of Marquis Rakshas retreated, they lost the threat of foreign enemies. Naturally, they wanted to collect the Holy Source, and it was impossible for Zhang Ruochen to swallow it alone.

Faced with such huge benefits, the so-called kindness can only be set aside temporarily.

The six realms are all dragons of human beings, quite savvy. Almost at the same time, they are fully operating the Holy Spirit in the body, bursting out the most powerful force, and want to break free from the suppression of Zhang Ruochen.

"boom!"

The six powers of the Cause are like six clouds, bursting apart, and the surrounding space is shaking violently.

"I know that holy sources are important to you, but they are also important to me. So, today, we can only **** holy sources by our ability. Whoever has the great ability, holy sources belong to whom."

Zhang Ruochen said this, raised a palm, and pressed it to the void, and then the ground at the feet of the six realms suddenly subsided. Around their bodies, dense space cracks appeared, trapping them in one piece. Within ten square meters.

"Damn, the space of the ancestral world is too fragile. Zhang Ruochen's space power can exert tremendous power. It is too bad to fight with him here."

"I finally understand why Princess Rakshasa had to retreat with the Marquis army in the case of occupying her superiority. In the event that Zhang Ruochen was forced to despair, with Zhang Ruochen's current practice, this space can be completely collapsed and they can The same end. At that time, the Rakshasa could have suffered heavy losses. "

The six realms were trapped inside the fragmented space. When the saints in the six worlds saw that the situation was not good, they immediately rushed over to the battlefield to prepare for the holy source.

If so, Zhang Ruochen cannot borrow the power of Qiankun Realm, and even if space means are used in the ancestral realm, it is impossible to stop them.

But now ...

Zhang Ruochen went all out to mobilize the power of the Qiankun world, the body could not bear that power, and some blood stains cracked on the surface of the skin. However, he still clenched his teeth and tried to support him.

"Crack in space."

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen tore open a long crack, the black crack, connecting the sky and the earth, extremely shocking.

With the waving of the arm, the black crack flew out, flying from Zhang Ruochen's feet to thousands of miles away, tearing this space apart, and also cutting off the way of the six world saints.

The crack, thousands of miles long, is a hundred feet wide.

The saints who rushed to the edge of the space crack were all startled and stopped quickly. They stared forward with wide eyes, as if looking at miracles, their legs were a little weak.

At the other end, the saints of the central empire of Shengming are going all out to collect the holy sources. They all know that time is very urgent, and with Zhang Ruochen's own power, he will not be able to contain the six world saints for how long.

Therefore, with the exception of the holy source, they did not collect at all. Although it hurts, there is no way.

The fastest charging speed is definitely the magic sound.

Her feet turned into tens of thousands of roots spreading to the battlefield, each root was like a hand, collecting a large number of holy sources back.

Just when the cracks in space were re-closed, 90% of the holy sources on the battlefield were collected by the saints of the Central Empire of the Ming Dynasty.

"go."

Zhang Ruochen roared loudly, then shouted a holy spirit, shrouded them in, and led them to flee in the distance.

When Spirit Flame Concubine, Dongliu Jianzun, trillion trillion and others rushed out of the broken space, Zhang Ruochen and the Holy One of Shengming Central Empire had disappeared into the sky and lost their traces.

"Hateful, Zhang Ruochen took away more than one million sacred sources by himself, and obtained such a huge amount of resources, he is not afraid of being killed."

"Any subordinate in the heavenly realm will be excited, wait and see, Zhang Ruochen is looking for death."

...

They all knew that they could not catch up with Zhang Ruochen. It was no longer possible to regain the wall of merit books and those holy sources. They had to lead the saints in the major worlds and began to look for other treasures on the battlefield.

In addition to the holy source, on the battlefield, there are holy implements, elixir, runes, cheats, holy corpses, holy blood ... These things are also very precious, and the Ming central empire has no time to take them away.

This battlefield left more than one million sacred corpses, which is a quite amazing treasure trove. Anything is worthless to all worlds.

Soon, the child hour came, and the meritorious war of the saints ended.

A three-colored **** light flew from the dark universe and fell into the four world fragments of the ancestral realm, like a three-colored **** cloud, permeating the heavens and the earth.

All saints in the ancestral realm are surrounded by the light of God.

All they felt was lightness in their bodies, and then they turned around. When he came into contact with the field again, he had already come to the meridian star of Tianhe River.

The merit star, although it is a star, is not a "ball" shape, but a "ladder" shape. There are a total of 8,940 steps, each step is a mile high, and each step is a world. The Merit Book.

At the top of the stairs, there is a magnificent temple, which is as huge as the stairs below. It is nearly eight thousand miles high. Standing below the temple, you can't see the top of the temple at all, you can only see a layer of misty **** fog .

At this moment, all the living saints in the seven realms of Shatuo gathered outside the temple.

All the saints felt shocked, and could not help but kneel on the ground and worshiped at the temple.

There are only a few sages who still maintain a standing posture, but their faces also show awe, holding their breath, and dare not make a loud noise.

"The Temple of Merit."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the plaque above the gate of the temple and read these four words.

Those were the four divine texts. When Zhang Ruochen saw the four words, he felt an overwhelming force and pressed him over, actually trying to force him to kneel on the ground.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's face became pale as paper, and the holy spirit in his body seemed to be cracked down.

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen quickly mobilized the forces of Qiankun to resist the divine power emitted from the four divine texts, and finally allowed the slightly curved legs to stand upright again. Also let the sacred soul that is about to be broken up to reunite.

"Bold, there is another force hidden in your body. This is a violation of the rules of merit warfare. For the sake of fairness, now God will punish you and let you die."

In the shrine of merit, a vast and overbearing divine voice sounded.

Every word came out, Zhang Ruochen seemed to be hit hard, his body flew up, his mouth spit out blood and his mouth collapsed, his whole body bones were bursting.

Seeing this scene, many saints present showed joy.

In particular, the saints in the sword prison realm and the purple government realm almost laughed out loud, it was really too easy, and someone should have stood out to suppress Zhang Ruochen's anger.

"A **** shot, Zhang Ruochen is dead!"

Fang Yi's heart was beyond words.

Because Fang Yi knows that with his own strength, I am afraid that in this life, he cannot be Zhang Ruochen's opponent. Now there is a **** shooting, naturally it can't be better.

"Wow."

A round of bright moonlight rose from the other side of the Tianhe River, and instantly straddled the river surface that was eighteen thousand miles wide to the sky above the merit star.

The round of the bright moon was extremely bright and dazzling, but it hit the temple of merit in diameter.

With a loud bang, the merit temple was shaken slightly, and the divine power erupted so that the Tianhe River not far away set off huge water waves. The stars in the surrounding starry sky trembled even more.

"Moon God ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ What are you doing to destroy the temple of merit?" In the temple, a voice of shame turned into anger.

"The temple of merit cannot be fair, and I want to kill the peerless Tianjiao in my cold world. What if I destroy it?"

The beautiful figure of the moon god, standing in the center of the bright moon, is holy and dignified, cool and elegant, the pair of the most beautiful eyes in the sky, but it is extraordinarily cold, like two excalibur swords can pierce the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, who was seriously injured, was held in his hands by the moon god, and two white palms poured out a ray of divine power into his injured body and was helping him to heal.

...

(I've been studying in Jinggangshan these days, the course is full, and I haven't had time code words, so I've squeezed time to write a chapter.

However, today's study has ended, and I will go home tomorrow. The next time I should retreat, and the next day, there is nothing else, and I should be able to resume the update. I can't say anything else, I can only say sorry. )

(End of this chapter)