With his own strength, he seized two quasi-permanent divine sages in a row. Zhang Ruochen caused a huge sensation and became the focus of all monks.

"Tiger mouth grabs food! The immortal quasi-empire, Sheng Yi Dan, was even snatched by him."

"Who can think of Zhang Ruochen as the biggest winner?"

"Actually, it is not how powerful Zhang Ruochen is, mainly because the gourd in his hand is too suitable to receive elixir, which has an advantage that others do not have."

Uh ...

So far, the only monks who have successfully received the quasi-perfection of the Sinister Dan are only the greedy infant, Luo Shengtian, and Zhang Ruochen.

Needless to say, the greedy infant and Luo Shengtian are well-known in the **** world and are the leaders of this generation. However, even they only received a quasi-imperial sage of God.

若 Zhang Ruochen's practice of immortality, receiving two in a row, naturally dazzled.

I must know that even Yan Wushen, who is as famous as Zhang Ruochen, is still struggling at the moment.

Soon, a group of monks discovered that Zhang Ruochen did not stop there and had new goals. He rushed towards a blood-collecting Weidan spirit, jumping in space, extremely fast.

The main force in the battle against the blood-seeking Weidan spirit is the glorious and beautiful red saint.

"What do you mean? Robbing Wu and Wujiang, he hit his idea on Yan Hong Da Sheng again?"

The monks watching the elixir scramble for the picture through the projection of God's Eye of All Realms were all stunned, only to feel that Zhang Ruochen was bold.

Is it really good to make enemies like this?

At the beginning, everyone was speculating on how Zhang Ruochen would avoid the killing of Wu Xie, Yan, and the Red Saint on the Qitian battlefield. How could Zhang Ruochen dare to take the initiative to attack.

Beyond thousands of miles, the greedy infant looked at the position of Xue Cai Wei Dan Ling and hummed softly: "Zhang Ruochen's combat power is still far from the first. But his courage ranks first, and there should be no dispute."

Tong Hongfu Tu stood beside the greedy baby, his muscles were swollen, and his breath was strong: "We just won a quasi-perfect emperor Shengdan, why not fight for it? By the way, teach this little boy who knows nothing about heaven and earth."

The greedy baby gave up, and said, "That pink skull, anyway, is also one of the three goddess candidates. He has a strong mind and will not make the same mistakes as He and Wujiang. Zhang Ruochen wants to succeed. It is not easy. What is a quasi-imperial saint? "

The greedy babies turned around, a pair of eyes and pupils exuding divine light, and looked at the strong and powerful five great realms of the Yanluo tribe who were fighting with the spirit of the gods and spirits.

He Dipin Sage Yidan is his goal.

The warrior used by the colorful red saint is a five-level monarch's holy weapon-level purple tripod.

In Ziding Ding, hundreds of thousands of king-level inscriptions emerged and turned into a purple cloud covering hundreds of miles. Ziyun kept rolling, evoking the lightning bolts of 39 rivers, winding the three branches of Xue Caiwei tightly and suppressing them.

The other two contenders for the hundred emperor realm who contended for the quasi-perfect emperor Shengdan were so happy that they did not dare to approach Ziyun and set aside.

"This quasi-permanent product of the Sacred Pill, it seems that it is going to be collected by Yanhong Dasheng. Only a few of the King's Pills can be collected to make up for the loss."

The two great sages of the Great Baijing Realm sighed, turned into two streamers, and flew away quickly.

算 "You guys have fun ... well, it's him."

On Yan Yinghong's cheeky white face, the smile was lifted, releasing a more powerful force to urge Zi Ding, and she wanted to suppress the blood picking Weidan spirit as soon as possible.

Zhang Ruochen took the purple gold gourd and came to the back of Yanhong Dasheng, saying: "The first strongest of the tribe, the first master among the three goddess candidates, the war soldiers used are not supreme holy implements."

When Xun said this, Zhang Ruochen waved a tens of miles of space crack and cut it off to the position between Yanhong Dasheng and Xue Caiwei Danling.

"哧哧."

As the space was split, the connection between Yanhong Dasheng and Zi Ding was interrupted instantly.

"Boom."

There is no control of the Red Saint, the power of Zi Ding is greatly reduced, and the blood mining Weidan Spirit breaks through its suppression, turns into a blood light, penetrates the thick purple mist, and hurries to the six-colored no return forest.

"Zhang Ruochen!"

Seeing that it was necessary to collect success, but was ruined by Zhang Ruochen, Yan Hongda ’s good mood couldn't control his anger, and his long hair fluttered like a willow branch, becoming longer and longer, like a blade. Flying in the air.

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to underestimate the enemy and released the realm of space and virtual time, ready to spur the power of space and time.

"Actually, I'm curious, is this real body under your skin really pink?" Zhang Ruochen deliberately provoked Yan Yan, saying so.

I encounter the powerful man who has achieved great success in Baixu Realm. If she can defeat her state of mind first and let her be in trouble, then her combat power will be greatly reduced.

"If you have the ability, you can see it naturally, and you will be scared."

The face of Yanhong Dasheng is exquisite, carved like a fairy crystal jade, and the pupils exude a grain of light. Although she knows that her body is a skeleton, a monk in the world, she will still be enchanted by her appearance. reverse.

Just at the moment of the two men's battle, Yan Hongsheng and Zhang Ruochen both realized that the two Saints who had just left were so successful that they went back and bypassed them, collecting Weidan from the blood. The spirit chased away.

"Hum! Wait for me to capture the quasi-perfection of the sage of love, and consolidate the three senses of sage, then slowly pack you up."

The colorful red holiness is transformed into a pink streamer, flying over the purple tripod, urging the purple tripod, and chasing the blood picking Weidan Spirit.

Zun Di Pin Sheng Dan is very important to her and must not be lost.

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the rules of space, intending to perform a large movement of space. Suddenly, a dazzling arrow, cut through the dark universe, and flew towards him.

"Omori Luo!"

Perceived the breath of Shenmu arrows, Zhang Ruochen guessed who was attacking him. With a bang, his body disappeared from the place, moved a hundred miles away, and avoided Shenmu arrows.

Twenty thousand miles away, Emperor Omori Luo stood in the air, holding an ice-wood **** bow, and smiled coldly: "With the emperor, you don't want to collect the quasi-perfect emperor."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Aren't you three members of the Tri-Clan support for Prajna? You are not afraid to attract criticism if you help Yanhong Dasheng so much?"

"My emperor needs to explain to you when he does something?"

Emperor Omori Luo pulled the Icewood God Bow again, and another Godwood arrow was placed on the bowstring of the cold air, and the arrow body became crystal clear, saying: "All arrows are coming together."

"嘣!"

The howl sounded loud.

The sacred wood arrow flew out at a speed of more than 5,000 times the speed of sound. In the middle of the air, it was divided into two, divided into four, and divided into eight ... Finally, it turned into an arrow rain and flew to Zhang Ruochen.

The speed is too fast, even if it is separated by eight thousand miles, it will arrive instantly.

Zhang Ruochen's hands circled, and the fingertips flowed out of dense space rules, distorting the space in front of him by 180 degrees.

He flew to his arrow rain, and flew back in an instant.

与其 "Instead of wasting time attacking me, you might as well collect a few more Sant'Iridians."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly, not wanting to fight with Emperor Luo, and immediately left the space, jumping three times in a row, and catching up with the Red Saint.

"And me!"

A shadow of an axe wide by a hundred feet was chopped down from the sky, carrying a large swath of strong wind.

The wave of power fluctuated and locked Zhang Ruochen, forcing him to freeze the space above his head, forming a shield of space to resist the attack of Axe Shadow.

"嘭!"

The axe shadow and the shield of space collide to form a ripple of energy.

With a crackling sound, a shattering sound sounded, and the shield shield was broken by a **** battle axe. Seeing that the axe was about to fall on Zhang Ruochen's body, Zhang Ruochen held the mouth of the gourd and struck the axe with a heavy blow.

The harsh metal collision sounded through this vast space.

Zhang Ruochen's body fell down quickly, and ten golden flesh wings were unfolded. Then he gradually stabilized and looked up. All I saw was a thousand-footed Raksha war spirit standing in the sky and looking down at him.

Beneath Luozha's fighting spirit, a burly figure standing four meters tall stood on a cloud of evil brake air.

He is the strongest of the entropy **** kingdom, one of the seven kingdoms of the Raksha tribe, the Mora warrior.

The Emperor of Moro held a blood-axe the size of a grinding disc, angrily, and sank, "Zhang Ruochen, we have met again!"

The Great Red Saint found that it was the Mora warrior who attacked Zhang Ruochen, and was slightly surprised. Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he did not stay, and went on to chase the blood to pick Weidan spirit.

Zhang Ruochen gave a glance in the direction that Yan Hong Dasheng left, his brows frowned, feeling very helpless, and said, "Am I so hateful? Even you and Emperor Dasen Luo belong to the strong men of the lower three and upper three, respectively. Would you rather help the red saint, but also deal with me? In case the red saint seized the quasi-perfect emperor's divine sage, and reworked, causing the wind and Prajna to compete for the goddess failure, it is your fault. "

The Emperor of the Moro put Zhang Ruochen's hate in his bones and said, "You can't hate it, don't you know it yourself? Today, the emperor is going to fight with you again to wash away the shame on the platform of life and death."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to fight with the Moro war emperor, and looked in the direction of the high priest of the black robe of Fulu, saying: "The high priest, the battle of hunting the sky has begun. Attacking the monks in the **** world, you need to deduct five thousand points, right?"

The tomahawk brought up by the Emperor Moro stopped immediately, and he was a little bit nervous, afraid of being expelled from the hunting battlefield.

He Fuluo, the black robe high priest, said lightly: "The 5,000 points will be deducted for maliciously attacking monks on your own. Now, you are fighting for Sacred Pill, and you can of course shoot each other, which is not illegal."

"The High Priest makes sense."

Emperor Moro exposed his white teeth, smiled coldly, and cut again with an axe.

When he took his axe just now, Zhang Ruochen found that the combat power of the Moro warrior had increased several times compared with that on the battle platform of life and death. It must have broken the last yoke and broke through to the hundred-hundred kingdom. Satisfactorily.

It is no strange thing to sacrifice. At the Xinghai World Auction Hall, the Emperor Moro bought a tripod of Shendan for the price of 11,000 **** stones.

With the power of Shen Yu Dan, it is entirely possible to help him break through.

The number of bone wings on the back of Emperor Momor increased from eight to ten.

Even the tomahawk in his hand is not a cricket axe of the dual monarchic sacred weapon, but a quaternary monarchy sacred ancient artifact. On the axe, there is a powerful divine power.

Zhang Ruochen did not bump into the Moro war emperor, and used a lot of space to move, constantly jumping into the space, rushing to the blood-collecting Weidan Spirit.

"Where to escape, Zhang Ruochen, this emperor must avenge Xuesha today."

The ten wings of the Emperor War Emperor unfolded, and the speed of the outbreak was not much slower than that of Zhang Ruochen, who moved a lot in the exhibition space, and in a short time, chased to the vicinity of the blood mining Weidan spirit.

"Open the sky."

The blood-colored battle axe is split, and it has the potential to open up the world.

"How did the two of them come here?"

"So powerful, the Emperor Moro broke through to the great consummation."

He was suppressing the two great sacred gods of the blood-seeking Weidan spirit and immediately avoided it. Even they were afraid to touch the battle axe of the Moro warrior.

You know, when breaking the ninety-nine shackles, the Emperor Moro had a draw with a great holy war in the early days of Qianwenjing. Today, he is a breakthrough, and his combat power has skyrocketed. I am afraid that only Luo Shengtian can overpower him in the Raksha clan.

The sacred Baiheng Realm, which is a great consummation, must avoid its edge.

"Boom."

This axe from the Emperor of the Moro fell from the edge of the blood picking Weidan spirit, slashing the spirit body of Dan spirit, and thousands of light rain petals flew out from the wound.

I can imagine how terrible the power of this axe is.

"It was so strong that the Emperor Moro was a cruel and brave man. He had known that on the battlefield of life and death, he should dig out his great sacred heart and sell it, so that he would not be so It is easy to return to the peak state, and it is even more impossible to break through to the great consummation before the Tiantian feast. "

Zhang Ruochen slightly regretted it. However, there was an overwhelming sacred holy war of Emperor Moro. If he used it well, it would be very helpful for him to collect the quasi-perfection of the Holy Spirit.

I thought of this, Zhang Ruochen fanned ten golden wings and flew to Yanhong Dasheng.

"What is the skill to dodge the spark? Last time, the emperor was defeated by you for a moment of care. Now, the emperor has cultivated to the great consummation of the Baiyun Realm and can suppress you with one hand."

The Emperor of Momor once again held up the thousand-foot-tall Raksha war spirit, and his eyes moved along the flight path of Zhang Ruochen.

"It seems that you have no long-term memory at all ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It is still so indifferent. If you really confront me with one hand, you will only be suppressed by me again and kneel on the ground." Zhang Ruochen said.

I thought of the humiliation that Zhang Ruochen had suppressed in public on the battle platform of life and death. The emperor Moro's eyes were red and bloody, he yelled, and an axe split across.

This axe not only attacked Zhang Ruochen, but also locked Yanhong Dasheng.

Yan Honghong frowned and had no choice but to control Zi Ding and stand in front of him.

"Wow."

Zhang Ruochen took a step back, stepped into the space ripples, and sank into his body.

显现 He appeared again, already appearing above the blood picking Weidan spirit, took out the purple gold gourd, and stimulated the space inscription on the gourd mouth.

"Be careful Zhang Ruochen."

"Shoot together, you can't let him charge the quasi-perfection of Sin Yidan."

The two Saints who are watching the battle have achieved great success. They noticed Zhang Ruochen's actions. One hit a sword of the King's sacred weapon, and the other exhaled corpses, turning them into thousands of black armored kings. Surrounded by Zhang Ruochen.

However, after all, they were one step behind, and the space inscription on Hulu mouth was all inspired.

The flying sacred swords of the king, and the dense black armored king, plunged into the space. ...

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