"Can't escape, the space freezes."

Zhang Ruochen stepped out with his right foot and stepped forward suddenly. The space rules in the sea of ​​air were released as much as possible, integrated with the space realm, and then rushed towards Zuo Mu Shengjun who was rushing forward.

"Well."

The space around Zuo Mu Shengjun seemed to become liquid and gently oscillate.

Immediately after, the river became frozen, and every inch became solidified.

The body of Zuo Mu Shengjun was originally fused with space and invisible to the naked eye. However, as the space froze, his body showed a faint shadow.

Emperor Yu's face showed joy, and said, "Did you suppress it?"

"Zuo Mu Shengjun's cultivation is extremely strong. I can only restrain him for a while. You quickly use the dementor to obliterate his five senses and spiritual will."

The holy air and blood-sha air in Zhang Ruochen's body continued to emerge from the soles of the feet and rushed to all directions to support the space.

Zuo Mu Shengjun ’s cultivation has reached the middle of Qianwen Realm, and his combat power is even more powerful than the peak of Qianwen Realm. Even if he tries his best, Zhang Ruochen can only restrain him for a moment.

Of course, the Emperor Yu understands that it is time to decide the success or failure. The left fingertip strokes on the wrist of the right hand, cutting the skin and blood vessels.

The crimson and scorching Great Holy Blood dripped on the dementor flute.

The dementor flute was like living, and absorbed the blood of the Holy Holy, and the surface was covered with dense blood red lines. Those lines are portrayed by the former owner of Dementor, each one is a **** pattern.

"Wow--"

In the dementor flute, more and more divine power poured out.

I don't know if it was because of the surging divine power that brought the wind power, but it has not yet played, but the dark star has already faintly heard the flute sound.

The two Saints of the Meteor Shrine are relatively weak and affected by the sound of flutes. They can only withstand the tingling in the brain and mobilize their mental strength to resist it.

"The dementor flute is an ancient artifact of God. Under the impetus of the Emperor Yu's blood, he finally possessed divine power." Fang Mofeng said.

Emperor Yuhuang held Xiao and rosy Zhu lips, exhaling long-term energy.

Suddenly, there were moments of sorrow and resentment, and sometimes the sounds of anger were echoed between heaven and earth.

The sound waves condensed into the blood-clothed **** general, ecstasy, headless Shura ... and so on, all kinds of forms, rushed to the left Mu Shengjun sealed in the space.

The aftertaste of the escape is also powerful.

Including Fang Mofeng, the three saints of the Meteor Temple are all headaches, and quickly retreat to the distance, not afraid to get too close.

"The emperor's flute sounds so scary. It is not a great spiritual power. Once attacked, it will become sane and mad."

"It's just a **** tribe. It is incredible that Zhang Ruochen and Yu Huang were born at the same time."

...

Yan Yan Ersheng and Fang Mofeng were only affected by Yu Yin, but they were so unbearable.

Zuo Mu Shengjun was directly attacked by Xiao Yin, and his spiritual power was sealed, so he could not use the defense of mental power. Therefore, in the frozen space, a violent roar rang out.

Seeing this scene, Fang Mofeng breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "Zhang Ruochen and Emperor Yu are too powerful. With their joint efforts, Zuo Mu Shengjun can not support it for a long time, and the end is dead."

"Boom."

A purple thunderbolt beam of light penetrated the darkness and connected from the sky to the ground.

The earth, which is much harder than black iron, was hit by a thunderbolt of light and burst open. A large number of crushed stones flew out, and dense earthen electric lines appeared on the ground.

The magic sound was pale, standing in the center of the thunderbolt, and rushing to Zhang Ruochen and Emperor Yu, and said, "Master, there is no border!"

"Ok."

Zhang Ruochen was calm and answered.

The magic sound is his parasitic plant. The magic sound sees, hears, and experiences, even if the two are far apart, Zhang Ruochen can give some perception.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen had already known the moment Moyin and Wujiang were in the hands of heaven.

"Unfortunately, I still couldn't slay Zuo Mu Shengjun before Wujiang arrived."

Zhang Ruochen sighed and looked up.

On the sky high above the sky, the gas of death turns into a spiral cloud, and the petals of a dazzling flower fly in the clouds.

Wu Jiang stood in the center of the spiral clouds, exuding evil brilliance.

"Zhang Ruochen, you really surprised me. I haven't seen you in a few days. I already have the strength to suppress Zuo Mu Shengjun. It seems that I can't stay with you today." Wu Jiang's voice was melodious, ringing the entire dark star.

Although Prajna and Que Fei had talked about Zhang Ruochen's power, Wu Jiang didn't think Zhang Ruochen could be Zuo Musheng's opponent before reaching the third dark star.

The sight of Zuo Mu Shengjun being suppressed and shouting fiercely in front of the center of the border, causing a strong impact.

Zhang Ruochen's practice speed is too fast. He will not kill today. In the future, I am afraid there will be no chance.

If Zhang Ruochen is allowed to break through dozens of shackles, it is estimated that next time he meets, he can only escape by looking at the wind.

Today is the last chance.

Wujiang's eyes quickly glanced at the Emperor Yu and Moyin. With strong mental power, they could clearly feel that their strength was also quite tyrannical, which could not be solved by three or five moves.

If Zhang Ruochen, Yu Emperor, and Magic Sound are all in their heyday, the three of them can join forces to run wild on the battlefield in the sky.

With their sudden emergence of three people, plus the sword prison emperor and the wind, the overall strength of the undead blood clan is no less weak than the Yan Luo clan, which is one of the most powerful forces in the battle of hunting the sky.

"It seems that this can only be done!"

The boundless index and middle fingers of the two hands merge, and the arms are staggered to form a cross-shaped fingerprint.

The black electric lines on the eyebrows are opened again.

This time is different from the last time. Wu Jiang fully urged the power of darkness in his body, with long hair flying and bulging robes. Affected by the power of darkness, his body became dark, like a black hole spinning in the sky.

"Wow."

A thick black beam with a diameter of one foot flew out of the black hole and flew towards Zhang Ruochen, who was going all out to control the power of space. The power emanating from the black beam resonates with the power released by the dark star. The closer it is to the ground, the more powerful it is.

"Magic sound, take the purple gourd and block him for a moment."

The purple gold gourd on Zhang Ruochen's waist flew out and fell into the hands of the magic sound.

The supreme sacred weapon was in hand, and the confidence of the magic sound increased greatly. Holding the gourd with one hand, the five white jade fingers released a lot of thunder and lightning force, which was continuously injected into the bottom of the gourd.

Inside the Purple Gold Gourd, all Supreme Inscriptions are activated.

The gourd shook violently, and while shaking, it grew larger, and finally turned into a purple-golden calabash mountain.

Hulu Mountain's calabash mouth, a golden flame of light, and the dark beam falling from the sky, hit together.

"Booming."

The power of supreme power and the power of darkness are like two big rivers colliding, venting a wave of power that drains the mountains.

The magic sound has just swallowed up a large number of God slaves, and is at the peak of its strength. With the power of the Supreme Holy Ghost, it actually blocked the black beam falling from the sky.

The three saints of the Meteor Temple all took a cool breath.

"Why is there another superpower? And, Zhang Ruochen is also called the host. This ... the strength of this **** tribe is too powerful!" Yan Hanyu's voice was a little trembling.

Fang Mofeng's face was dignified and he said, "Borderlessness is to attack Zhang Ruochen, break the solidified space, and release Shengmu Zuojun."

"He must not be allowed to succeed. In any case, Zuo Mu Shengjun must die. He does not die. Once revenge is raised, the **** in the **** world does not know how much he will die. And we, his first goal, will surely die." Mo Yan said.

The three saints stared at each other, each playing a brilliant Shura war spirit, injecting purple golden gourds, helping the magic sounds together to fight against boundlessness.

Wujiang snorted: "Only you, do you want to stop me?"

Pieces of petals of the medica flower converged behind Wujiang, condensing into no more than a hundred fingerprints.

All fingerprints are arranged in a circle.

"How is it possible? While Wu Jiang is showing the light of darkness and destruction, he is still showing the palm prints of a hundred hands?" Fang Mofeng's face, brushed, became extremely ugly.

Whether it is the light of darkness and destruction, or the palm prints of life and death of a hundred hands, they are boundless sciences, and they are stronger than ordinary thousand-question high-level holy arts.

Boundless is because the mental strength is strong enough, it is the simultaneous display of two kinds of peerlessness.

It is equivalent to breaking out two people's combat power with one person's power.

The palm prints of a hundred hands fell, generating a strong pressure, and fell on the people below.

On the Dark Star, every monk seems to have a mountain on his back, and the mountain is getting bigger and heavier. The three saints of the Meteorological Temple shook their legs and had to immediately retract Shura's beam of war gas to protect their holy body.

"Isn't it possible ... to want ... to kill all of us ... on the Dark Star?"

Yan Hanyu was the first to be unable to support his body. His protective body was crushed, and he fell to the ground, his skin was white, bleeding beads, and his body trembled.

"Well."

Mo Yan fell for the second time.

The palm prints of a hundred hands are less than 100 meters away from the ground. The death energy contained in the palm prints impacts every monk on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen sighed, and had to turn the direction of the space power. All the space rules rushed towards the sky. Above the heads of everyone, the space became solidified and turned into a huge shield of space.

At the same time, the dragon soul and elephant soul in Zhang Ruochen's arms manifested, fluttering lightly, and pressing upwards with one palm.

"Snapped!"

The shield of tens of meters of space, just resisted for a moment, was crushed by the palms of life and death, and the space was invisible.

next moment.

Under the amplitude of the rules of truth, Zhang Ruochen's palm print exploded ten times, and turned into a golden hand that was tens of thousands of meters long.

"Booming."

The dark star, thousands of miles in diameter, was shaken slightly by this force.

The hundred handprints over the sky were all shattered and opened, and they turned into a cloud of rain and rain.

At the other end, the pillar of darkness and the pillar of supreme power dissipate at the same time, and the boundlessness of the sky and the magic sound of the ground go backward several steps respectively.

Obviously, in this round of confrontation, Wujiang did not take advantage.

Wujiang's heart seemed to be thinking, and after a while, he said, "I'm miscalculated! When I was competing for Shengyi Dan, I missed the best time to kill you. Today, you and Shishenghua have joined forces to fight against me. "

Zhang Ruochen said: "Even if you don't have the sacred flower, you may not be my opponent."

Upon hearing this, Wujiang's face reappeared with a smile, saying: "Your truth is indeed very strong, and it can explode ten times assault power. However, the body's ability to bear is limited, and even if it is a demigod, it can How many times ten times the attack power?

"Can you break my handprint of a hundred hands at a time, can you break it ten times?"

"Besides, have you forgotten that I am more powerful in spiritual power and illusion. When you are fighting for Holy Evil, if you were not Princess Luo Luo, you would have died under my eyes."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes glanced at Zuo Mu Shengjun trapped in the space.

Without Zhang Ruochen's support, the frozen space was mostly broken by Zuo Mu Shengjun. The emperor's flute could not suppress him.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Without borders, the purpose of the battle of hunting the sky is to hunt down the slaves of the heavens. Why not kill the saint monarch Zuo Mu before we fight?"

"When Zuo Mu Shengjun dies, the three masters of your blood-clan tribe gather, and there are two supreme holy vessels. Where am I still an opponent?" Wu Jiang's eyes narrowed, with a sneer in his mouth.

Once upon a time, Zhang Ruochen and Emperor Yu had not been regarded by Wu Jiang at all, but now they have grown into strong men who cannot be ignored.

Zhang Ruochen said: "So, you plan to rescue Zuo Mu Shengjun and cooperate with him to deal with me first?"

"exactly."

Wu Xia did not shy away at all, so said.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "Cooperate with God Slave to kill the great saints in **** world. This matter will be seen by the gods. I am afraid it will affect your future in **** world. You will not think that the power of Dark Star can really Resist the perception of the gods? "

"What about the gods? Anyway, you and Zuo Mu Shengjun have to die in my hands." Wu Jiang is full of confidence and doesn't care that Zuo Mu Shengjun hears his words.

Now the three parties are fighting for deer, all want to kill the other two parties.

Enemies and friends are only in one thought.

Whoever is strongest kills first.

Confronting an enemy such as Wujiang ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Zhang Ruochen must be fully alert and unable to distract him, seeing Zuo Musheng Jun will be out of trouble. He gave a cold drink: "Magic sound, go and help the Emperor Yu, you must kill Zuo Mu Shengjun, and give it to me without boundaries."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed with a guilty hand, retracted the Zijin gourd, spread his ten wings on his back, and soared into the sky, taking the initiative to attack the borderless past.

The purple gold gourd was taken back because Zhang Ruochen knew that the holy sacred artifact of the Hades must be in the hands of Wujiang. Only by virtue of the Supreme Holy Grail, can the Holy Grail be confronted.

"Good come! I will defeat you in a one-on-one battle to capture the life of your Yuanhui Genius."

Wu Jiang smiled, and the black electric lines on his eyebrows opened. This time, there were no dark beams of light, but 10,000 eyes were manifested. It was the "10,000-eyes magic" that once made Zhang Ruochen lost.

With his sixty-sixth-level mental strength and the status of the illusionist master, even the greedy infant and Yan Huangtu had to shun three points.

Because once in the illusion, even if you just lose a moment, you may lose your life.