? Outside the central imperial city, there are already more than 40 million sacred forces in the **** world. Nearly 10% of them are strong sacred kings.

Such a powerful force is bound to sweep invincible in other merit battlefields.

In the Kunlun realm, this is only a part of the forces invested by the **** realm, and there are more armies that have not yet been able to enter the battlefield behind the cracks in the world everywhere.

Zhang Ruochen was not obstructed in any way, and went straight out of the imperial city, appearing on the open battlefield outside the city.

The closer to the imperial city, the stronger the effect of the formation of the **** pattern, the more stable the earth is, the more difficult it is to be destroyed.

Hundreds of strong men who had previously arrived at the fastest speed also followed Zhang Ruochen at this time and appeared above the city wall, wanting to see what he intended.

Zhang Ruochen stood in midair. With a wave of his hand, Shen Yuan's ancient sword and dripping blood sword flew out, and the array of yin and yang ritual swords was developed to evolve a vast and imposing yin and yang tai chi pattern, covering the sky.

An extremely mysterious sword, at this moment, spreads out at an extremely fast speed, intangible and intangible, but it really exists. Any sword repair can really feel it.

"Om."

Suddenly, the swords of all monks inside and outside the imperial city trembled fiercely and were strongly called. Many swords were completely out of control and flew towards the yin and yang tai chi patterns on the sky.

At the same time, flowers, earth, and stones outside the city have also undergone abnormal changes, showing a sharp side, and thousands of swords have risen against the sky.

Kendo has reached a certain level, and everything in the world can be a sword.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were indifferent, and his hands formed sword marks, urging the yin and yang liangyi sword array.

"Wow--"

A tens of thousands of horrible sword-shaped awns burst out from the yin-yang tai chi designs, and they cut through the sky.

Suddenly, almost all monks developed an illusion, the world became dark, and the sword awn became the only light, and their minds were attracted involuntarily.

Jian Mang cut it down in the air, and went straight to the camp of hell.

The **** world camp has a mysterious array method set by the mages and divisions, and the defense is extremely strong. Even if the general immortal shot is shot, it is difficult to damage the slightest.

But at this moment, in the face of tens of thousands of swordsmanship, these formation methods are useless and cannot be resisted at all.

"boom."

Jianmang's potential is like breaking bamboo, breaking the formation, and splitting the entire big camp from it.

Rao is extremely solid outside the city. At this moment, a deep ditch is cut out, reaching ten feet wide, spreading thousands of miles away.

In many places along the way, hot magma spewed out and the scene was horrifying.

With just this one blow, **** ’s world suffered heavy casualties. I do n’t know how many monks were cut by the swordsman, and even more injured.

Moreover, this is still in the case of a formation and strong opponents to resist, otherwise, casualties will inevitably increase.

Although the central imperial city is a city, in fact, it cannot be viewed as a city.

More like a small world.

Just as the Eastern City Holy City is a planet, the central imperial city is larger than the Eastern City Holy City.

Although the **** community has 40 million holy forces, it is not easy to surround such a large city like a small world.

The array they arranged could not be strong everywhere, and naturally could not stop Zhang Ruochen's attack.

"A strong sword."

Above the city walls, all the powerful men in the heavenly world were shocked, and many people couldn't help taking a breath.

It is hard to imagine that the monk of the Holy Kings could show such a horrible means of attack. How many people can resist under the Great Holy?

The faces of Xietian Xiejun and Yaotian Gongzi both looked very dignified, no doubt they both had some regrets. It was obviously not wise to question Zhang Ruochen before.

With this sword, who dares to say anything later?

In the camp of the **** world, a mages and mages shot, and at the fastest speed, arranged a powerful mages to avoid being attacked again.

"Well."

Figures rushed out of the damaged camp.

The top rushers were the top powerhouses, including the three emperors and five lords of the bone tribe familiar to Zhang Ruochen.

These strong men are all full of anger, one by one killing.

Everything happened too suddenly. Although they responded quickly, they only reduced part of the loss and could not completely avoid it.

"Zhang Ruochen, do you want to find death? Really think that no one can get you anyhow?" A strong ghost clan yelled.

If at other times, he might still be afraid to slap Zhang Ruochen, but now the strong men in **** are gathered, and Zhang Ruochen can be strong, what can he do?

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the strong Ghost clan, and said lightly, "Don't be convinced? Come and fight against the King."

I heard that the eyes of the Ghost Tribe could not help but change slightly. He was indeed the top power of the Ghost Tribe. Under the Great Holy Spirit, there was no fear of too many people. fear.

Not to mention Zhang Ruochen's record of defeating Yan Wushen, how many people can not be calmed by the sword he just cast.

"How? No one dares to shoot? Are the monks in the **** world so timid?" Zhang Ruochen said indifferently.

As soon as this word came out, all the powerful men in the **** world were full of anger, so scornful words that no one could bear.

A slightly short figure came out, standing five feet tall, covered with dark gold armor, with two thick bone horns on top of the head, and a black flame lingering outside.

Burned by the black flame, the surrounding space became distorted and seemed to melt away.

"Hell is ruined. It is the bone emperor."

On the side of the heavenly world, the strong whispered.

The Bone Youhuang is the strongest under the contemporary and great saints. Among the many strong men in the ten groups of hell, they can also be steadily ranked in the top ten.

Not only is it powerful, the defense is amazing, the demigod bones can completely slam against the Supreme Holy Artifact. General attacks on it are like tickling.

The Bone Emperor released a powerful machine, locked Zhang Ruochen, and said, "The **** world is insultable. Let the emperor meet you."

Regarding his own strength, Bone Youhuang appears extremely confident, and he knows what is good and evil, and he even knows that Zhang Ruochen defeated in Luoshui is a weaker evil body.

Yan Wushen's reputation is indeed very large, known as invincible under the Great Holy.

However, he hasn't beat him, and the bone prince did not feel that he had lost to him. Besides, when it comes to Kunlun Realm, the bone emperor's cultivation is advanced, and he thinks he can fight with Yan Wushen's good body.

Because of this, Zhang Ruochen is not invincible in the view of the bone emperor.

What's more, if there is no one at present, what face in **** can there be?

"Then let the king see, how many swords can you take?" Zhang Ruochen said flatly.

During the conversation, Zhang Ruochen waved his hands casually. The yin and yang ritual sword array immediately turned, the yin and yang tai chi patterns contracted, and two sharp sword awns were released from the yin and yang eyes, exuding completely different sword meanings. Life and death are intertwined and endless.

The bone prince hummed coldly, without any intention of dodging, but intended to shake the two swordsman with a strong bone.

To the bone emperor, his demigod bone is the most powerful weapon, and every part can be used for fighting.

As the bone prince moved his power, a large number of demigod rules suddenly appeared above his fist, releasing an extremely powerful power.

His predecessor had practiced to the semi-god realm, only one step before he could truly become a god. The rules he cultivated have long been integrated into the bones of the whole body. Even if it fell for many thousands of years, it never disappeared.

And this is also the key to the demigod bones.

"boom."

Life and death Jian Mang is unpredictable, sometimes stern, sometimes feminine, cutting the space into a **** crack, and sturdyly chopping on the bone fist.

Although the bone prince tried hard to resist, he fell from the air at a rapid speed.

"boom."

The Bone Emperor fell to the ground with both feet, like a meteorite falling, when even the ground collapsed.

"Good strength, has Zhang Ruochen's strength improved a lot recently?" Bone Youhuang secretly said.

Yan Wushen entered the imperial city secretly and fought with Zhang Ruochen. Although there was a lot of movement in the city, he was not aware of it.

Of course, no one saw Zhang Ruochen's battle with Yan Wushen, so few people could really estimate Zhang Ruochen's specific strength.

In the hollow eyes of Bone Emperor, two flames beating, like two eyes, looking at his fists coldly and quietly.

The power of that blow just now was really terrible. The demigod rules that he had evoked were all dim and immersed in the bones.

However, his bones were not damaged, but just had a weird sword invasion, invaded his body, and wanted to attack his Holy Spirit directly.

Fortunately, there is a secret treasure in his body that guards the holy spirit, so that he can be safe and sound.

"Roar."

Bone Yuhuang raised her head, and Yangtian made a long howling sound.

The majestic **** shattered. He emerged from his bones, and the devastating air was diffused, causing the surrounding earth to further collapse and turn into a thick magma.

Hell's destruction is a kind of extremely terrible flame, possessing the power, which is comparable to the Eternal Way. It exists in the deepest part of Hell. From ancient times to the present, few people can master it.

If it is strong enough, it will release the Hell-Breaking Puppet, enough to burn a big world into ashes.

With the enhancement of the breath, the bone body of the bone emperor soared, reaching a thousand feet in an instant, and a large number of demigod rules emerged from his body, arousing the vast rules and sacredness between heaven and earth.

I saw Bone Youhuang waving her arm, and a slender white bone whip appeared thousands of feet long. It seemed to be made from a whole dragon's spine. Each section was engraved with tens of thousands of supreme inscriptions. Pattern.

Under the wave, the bone whip seemed to have life, bursting out a powerful supreme power, slamming at Zhang Ruochen with lightning.

Zhang Ruochen still seemed very calm, and the sword marks bound by his hands changed unhurriedly.

"Yin and Yang revolve and swallow the world."

The yin and yang taiji pattern slowly turned, which actually released an extremely powerful suction, like a huge black hole.

As soon as the bone whip slammed in, it was sucked by the yin and yang tai chi designs, and all the attack power was lightly released.

Then, several swordsmanships condensed to the extreme were cut from the yin and yang tai chi designs.

"boom."

The Bone Emperor was hit by a sword, and her huge body flew forward, flying out hundreds of miles in a row and hitting a towering mountain.

Suddenly, the mountain crumbled and the dust was flying, drowning the huge body of the bone emperor.

Immediately after, the yin and yang tai chi designs fell down in the air, like a Taikoo mountain.

The Bone Emperor sat up, struggling hard, trying to break the yin and yang tai chi designs, but he couldn't do it at all. His body was almost suppressed and unable to move.

Even Yan Wushen, after the combination of good and evil, required great effort to tear the yin and yang ritual sword array into a gap. The strength of the bone emperor was obviously lacking.

Seeing this scene, all the strong men in one side of the **** world couldn't help it.

Strong as a bone emperor, they all failed so quickly, it was really difficult for them to accept.

"Strange, why didn't Yan Wushen take the shot?" A strong man on the side of the heaven court wondered.

If it is inconvenient to continue to fight in the imperial city, but outside the city, Yan Wushen should have no such concerns.

With the kind of overbearing and mighty power demonstrated by Yan Wushen, no one believed that he would be afraid of Zhang Ruochen.

But now, let alone a shot, even Yan Wushen's shadow has never been seen, as if Yan Wushen had left the place.

Only Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Wushen didn't want to take the shot, but because his good and evil twins weren't truly integrated, and there were still deadly flaws.

For Zhang Ruochen, who is in charge of Shen Yuan's blood, his chances of victory are not great.

Therefore, at this moment Yan Wushen must have gone to find a place to retreat, and he will not appear again without completely integrating good and evil.

If they were defeated by Zhang Ruochen in the heyday, the invincible belief in Yan Wushen would have a great impact.

In the first two times, he was actually not defeated.

In the other direction of the imperial city, Luo Yue, a princess of the Raksha clan, stood on the sky, her gaze locked on Zhang Ruochen's body, and she had different light flowing in her eyes.

The last time she was captured by Zhang Ruochen, took the sword handle, and asked the family to take out the ancient tea tree of the Tao for exchange, which really made her lose face.

I think she is well-known for her resourcefulness, but when she meets Zhang Ruochen, she suffers again and again.

"Zhang Ruochen is getting more and more powerful, but he is so provocative to the monks in the **** world that he really thinks no one can kill him? Yan Wushen can't kill him, Da Sheng can. Da Sheng cannot, God can always!"

"The one who hits, the one who hits ..., maybe, the buster who hits!"

Luo Yan sighed, thinking of it was a headache.

On the other hand, in the camp of the undead blood races, many strong men of the undead blood races are also paying attention to Zhang Ruochen, including the blood prince Tianjun.

Xue Yan Tianjun stared at Zhang Ruochen from afar, flashing a few rays of light in his eyes, and whispering: "Xiao Xiao, if you don't see it, then it is the son of fourteen aunts and human beings."

"Cousin?"

Xue Ning Xiao was very interested and looked at Zhang Ruochen in the distance.

She looks only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her face is seductive, her body is sometimes clear, sometimes fuzzy, and sometimes vanished. She looks very weird.

"It's cousin, at least 800 years old, you're only over a hundred years old." Xuechen Tian shouted.

Xue Ning Xiaomei's eyes twinkled, and she smiled, "It's very strong, but I don't believe he can defeat Yan Wushen. Yan Wushen's big man has a long history, and one Yuanhui may only have one."

Xuejun Tianjun didn't make any comment, and his expression was calm. After a while, he said, "The fourteen aunts have become gods."

"What? God?" Xue Ning Xiao was startled.

After all, her grandfather is the **** of blood, and the first **** of blood of the blood day tribe. He will come to the top and defeat the ancient gods of the blood day tribe.

Now, another **** is born in the blood sacrifice family, and it is estimated that the entire tribe must undergo great changes.

Xue Jun Tianjun nodded gently and said, "She contacted me not long ago."

"How often does the aunt fourteen return to hell?" Xue Ning Xiao said.

Since becoming a god, I must go back.

"Hurry up, but she is in Kunlun, and there are still some things to do. Uncle Liu is still being suppressed. Before leaving, the fourteen aunts must go to rescue him." Xuejun Tianjun said.

Xue Ning Xiao said: "Not yet uncle Liu?"

Xuejun Tianjun glared at her, and said, "The aunt fourteen told me that if Uncle Liu had not been dead for so long, his mood, body, and will must have reached the level of God, and he might even have surpassed the average God. The day he gets out of trouble is when he becomes a god. Do you dare to curse a god? "

A blood **** will be born in the blood sacrifice family?

Xue Ning Xiao was startled again, and then sighed, "Once the 14 aunts and 6 uncles go back, the blood muster family will change, and those people are estimated to be liquidated. What do you say, grandpa?

"Two gods return, what do you think?"

Xue Jun Tianjun again said: "No one expected that the uncle Liu and the fourteen aunts were forced to come to the Kunlun Realm and they became gods. Now even the descendants of the fourteen aunts are so evil. Let the old guys in the family know that they may cry. "

Xing Ning Xiao Leng hummed: "Chang out the children on the merit battlefield ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ to attack the star cutting world, but the clan children enjoy their success in the clan, only practice. The family rules of the blood must be long Change it. "

"Whoever calls the strongest of each generation is to scoop up the children. Their blood is more pure and it is easier to become a great saint. Naturally, they don't need to go to the battlefield of merits."

There was a ridiculous color in the blood of Tianjun, apparently not very cold to the members of the clan in the clan.

Investigating the reason, his father was also prostituted, but he was not forced like a Pluto and a blood Queen to be sent to the Kunlun realm to fight for the undead blood.

Speaking of which, from childhood to age, he has not been less bullied by those members of his family. If he were not good enough, it would not be possible to have his current status, and it would be impossible to get the attention of the God of Blood.

In the **** world, many strong people do not need to enter the battlefield of merits. Some Tianjiao people, even if they haven't heard their names, are normal things.

He is a blood-heavy prince, who is only the first strong person under the great sacredness of the blood-clan tribe, and the monks in the heaven court, except God, have a limited understanding of the **** world.