The two gods were confronting each other, the divine power permeated the stars, and all the saints below the temple of merit stunned, all kneeling on the ground, their hearts were in awe and their bodies were trembling.

Under the attack of God, Zhang Ruochen was seriously injured, and the holy soul, flesh, and holy source became tattered.

In order to resist the divine sound, even the heavenly tree in the world of Qiankun was severely damaged. The leaves on the branches were all turned into powder, and the earth around the trunk became dead and deserted.

Fortunately, the moon **** came immediately, otherwise Zhang Ruochen had absolutely no chance to survive, and even the world of Qiankun and Jiedianmu would be shattered.

That's the power of God, and even if only a few words are spoken, it can exterminate everything.

As the moonlight enters the body, Zhang Ruochen ’s body, holy soul, and wounds on the holy source are healing fast. It does n’t take long to wake up. The first thing that comes into my eyes is a holy fairy face, whether it is skin or There are no flaws in the five senses, as if they were carved out using the **** jade fairy crystal.

Any soul who sees such a beautiful and dynamic woman will be amazed.

Zhang Ruochen felt like he was in a dream, and he couldn't help saying: "It's beautiful."

Luna's eyes were staring directly at the Temple of Gongde. Each eyelash was long and warped. When Zhang Ruochen woke up, his hands were pushed down gently.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen looked around, and his memory flowed like a tide. "It turned out that I was almost killed by a **** in the merit temple. Why? I saved the saint of the seven kingdoms of Shatuo and repelled the Rakshas. Shouldn't it be the hero of heaven? "

You should know that Zhang Ruochen's performance on the battlefield of merits is quite outstanding. However, when he returned to heaven, he was killed.

This psychological gap makes Zhang Ruochen quite depressed.

At the same time, I also understand a cruel fact that I am indeed not strong enough. I still need to continue to cultivate and strive to become stronger, otherwise there will be no fight back in the presence of God.

In the end, the moon **** and the **** of merit in the temple did not really fight, because other gods participated in and persuaded them.

The means of God are extraordinary. Even if they happen before the saints, the saints cannot see or hear them.

About an hour passed and finally came to a result.

The voice of the moon **** was introduced into Zhang Ruochen's ears. "The **** who wants to kill you is called God of God."

"Why kill me? Just because I used the power of Qiankun Realm on the battlefield of merit and virtue? However, Fang Yi of Sword Prison also used the power of Bai Weixing." Zhang Ruochen said.

"It's complicated and I can't explain it to you for the time being. But you can rest assured that he can't move you, because you are my person." The sound of the moon **** is extremely pleasant, yet it gives people a firmness. will.

Zhang Ruochen's face showed a smile, raised his head, looked up at the bright moon above, and said secretly in his heart: "The backing of the moon **** seems to be quite reliable. He did not want me to die to help her win the first merit war. The key is that this patron is also very beautiful. It is estimated that many monks are envious of me! "

Soon, Zhang Ruochen smiled again, and his eyes gradually became calm. "I am still very young, so many monks are envious of being protected by Luna. But as I practice longer, the older I get, It ’s getting bigger. If the sanctuary of the moon **** is still needed, then many people are expected to laugh at me. "

"Becoming stronger, I want to cultivate to the realm of the holy king as soon as possible, even the great holy realm, and I must hold up a heaven and earth myself, even if there is no shelter of the moon god, I also have to protect myself."

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It is impossible for the heavenly world to fight the two gods. Someone came forward to stop the moon **** and the **** of the gods, and the two gods made a compromise.

The **** of distress did not embarrass Zhang Ruochen, and the moon **** did not attack the merit temple again.

"Wow--"

Outside of the temple of merit, a variety of divine light emerged. After a while, the kings and saints of the seven kingdoms of Shatuo all appeared on the vast square, with powerful divine power flowing on them.

The four merit wars, the "sage merit war", the "holy king merit war", the "big saint merit war", and the "god-level merit war" have all ended.

The gods of the seven kingdoms of Shatuo all stand above the temple of merit, because the divine power on them is too vast, and the saints below cannot see their figures at all.

Zhang Ruochen looked up at the sky, looking at the bright moon, the demon cloud, the lotus, the star mist ... but he did not feel the breath of Chi Yao, and his heart was a little puzzled.

"Did Chi Yao die on the battlefield of merit?" Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

Since it is a merit war, there will be casualties.

God is indeed very powerful. As long as there is no large-scale divine war, it will hardly fall, but it is not absolute.

After all, God is not immortal.

What's more, Chi Yao is still a new god, and the facts are incomparable to those who have practiced for thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years, even if they die on the battlefield of merits.

In the temple of merit, a young figure emerged.

That young figure was a man in his twenties who was wearing a three-colored jewellery with long silver-white hair and a crimson three-crowned crown on his head. It is even more elegant, like a magpie walking in the red dust.

Behind the young man, followed by two women in white clothes, one with a cold temperament and one with a refined temperament, both reached the realm of the one step King.

"It is worthy of being a monk who can enter the Temple of Merit and Practice. Two women who came out casually were both sage kings. Moreover, the breath emanating from them is quite strong, even if it is a step saint like Jiuyou Sword Master and Chu Siyuan. Wang, they may not be better than them. "Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

Of course, Jiuyou Sword Master and Chu Siyuan are both just one step ahead of the King, and there is still much room for improvement.

Two such powerful women, however, followed behind the silver-haired man like a maid. From this we can see that the silver-haired man must have a high status in the temple of merit.

"Is he ... Shangzi?"

"Shang Ziyu, a proud disciple of God, is known as the first person in the Merit Temple for thousands of years, and is also a leader in the inheritance of the Merit Temple."

"In legend, Shang Ziyu's looks are unparalleled and his personality is extraordinary. As long as he has seen his woman, no one can forget him."

"This person must be Shang Ziyu."

...

The saints in the seven realms of Shatuo all hate the merit temple quite a bit, and feel that the merit temple doesn't care about their life or death, but after seeing Shang Ziyu, those female saints couldn't help holding their breath and being Shang Zi The temperament of 烆 is attractive, and it is difficult to look away.

It's not that they are so idiots, but that the temperament of Shang Ziyu is so unique that he is inherently attractive to women. Every move can show extraordinary charm.

With a smile, Shang Ziyu walked out of the temple, leaned forward, adjusted his appearance, and bowed to the **** standing in the sky to show respect.

Later, he stood upright again, facing the saints below, and said, "The merit battle has ended, and the merit values ​​collected in the four battlefields have been entered into the four merit book walls. The juniors are not talented and receive the deity. The permission, representing the merit temple, counts the total number of merit values ​​of the seven realms of Shatuo. Finally, the next battlefield is selected based on the total number of merit values. "

Shang Zihuan was neither humble nor overbearing, calm and calm, even if there was a **** standing in the sky, he was calm and calm, without a trace of panic and disorientation.

At this moment, the saints and kings of Kunlun, Sword Prison, and Tianmu were all a little nervous. Because their three worlds are most likely to be at the bottom and become the battlefield where the heavens and hells battle.

With a wave of his sleeves, Shang Ziyi immediately made a buzzing sound on the vast square, and the four merit books walls rose up, recording the merit values ​​collected by the seven realms of Shatuo on the four battlefields.

The first merit book wall represents a god-level merit warfare with a blank space on it.

In other words, none of the gods in the seventh rank of Shatuo collected merit values.

The second merit book wall represents the great merit war.

Ranked first is the Big Devil's Shifangjie, and the penultimate ranked is Guanghan. Of course, even the lowest ranked Guanghan world has collected 17 billion merit points.

The Great Saints of Guanghan Realm just killed six Great Saints of Hell World in total.

Obviously, killing a great saint in the **** world will get more merit than killing ten thousand **** saints.

The third merit wall represents the merit war of the Holy King.

Ranked first is the Big Devil's Shifangjie, and the penultimate ranked is Guanghan.

The fourth merit book wall represents the sage merit war, and the first place is the Guanghan world.

Shang Zi slowly raised his arms, and there was a divine power flying out of his palm, like four rivers of divine power, integrated into four merit books walls.

"Hehe."

Shang Zi sang softly.

Immediately, the four merit-book walls were combined together into one piece, and the merit-value data above superimposed rapidly.

After a while, the total merit values ​​of the four major merit battlefields were counted:

Ranked first, the big magic ten squares.

Ranked second, eight divisions.

Ranked third, Purple House.

Ranked fourth, Tim World.

Ranked fifth, Sword Prison.

Ranked sixth, Kunlun sector.

Ranked seventh, Guanghan.

Although Guanghan's rank is the lowest, the monks in Guanghan are all smiling, without a trace of tension and anxiety.

Shang Ziyu retracted the Holy Power and smiled again: "According to the rules, the Dafang Shifang Realm won first place in the Great Holy Merit War and Holy King Palace War, and the Guanghan Realm won first place in the Holy Merit War. , The two circles can be excluded from the ranking. "

Shang Zixi stretched out his finger and swiped twice in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the top-ranked Demon Shifangjie and the lowest-ranked Guanghanjie disappeared from the wall of merit books.

Only five worlds are left on top, with Kunlun at the bottom.

Seeing the rankings on the wall of merit books, all monks in the Kunlun world seemed to be struck by lightning. Because they know very well that once the Kunlun Realm becomes a battlefield, it means death and destruction.

The billions of people in Kunlun, with thousands of souls, will soon be caught in the flames of war.

A saint in the Kunlun realm laughed with tears and yelled heartbreakingly: "It took so long to fight, how many relatives and friends died, and it ended up like this. Why? Why do we come to the heaven court? ?why?"

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Unfortunately, there is no chance.

At the scene, many great figures in the Kunlun realm knew that even if they did not come to the heavenly realm, after a few years, the defense of the Kunlun realm would be broken by the **** realm and eventually go to ruin.

When you come to the heaven court, you can at least catch a line of life.

Of course, it now appears that they are not striving for that vitality.

The monks in Sword Prison and Tianmu Realm were relieved for a long time, all smiling.

Shang Zi said, "Now, let me announce the final ranking of this merit war, and the next battlefield ..."?

"And slow."

A deterrent voice came from the depths of the universe, interrupting what Shang Ziyi was about to say next.

Zhang Ruochen's pupils suddenly shrank, looking in the direction of the voice, and uttered the words "chi ... yao ..."