Seeing that more than three hundred holy heaven slaves took the initiative to kill, Zhang Ruochen was not afraid of anti-happy, so a large amount of points must be earned.

Of course, he can never be tough.

Even if more than 300 saints hit a holy art in one person, combined with the erupting power, they can easily kill the saint of the pinnacle of Qianwen Realm, and all the saints of a lifetime must avoid their sharpness.

Killed thousands of miles, Tian slaves have attacked.

"Wow--"

A serpentine arc passed through the void and hit Zhang Ruochen's chest.

Zhang Ruochen remained motionless, relying on the flesh to resolve the attacking force, and deliberately laughed, "Your group of small prisoners, long-range attacks, I would never hurt me."

I do n’t know if it is the reason for refining Bai Cang's **** soil. Zhang Ruochen's injury recovery rate is extremely fast. The previous injury caused by the big demon's strong punch has been recovered, and it has been recovered.

Even Zhang Ruochen was surprised.

Those big holy slaves are provoked, secretly in their hearts, are you a traitor in the **** world, and are you qualified to laugh at us?

"The traitor **** it, I want to explode the holy source, and share it with him. You help me, let me get closer to his thousand steps." A Buddha in the world of the West Buddha, like angry King Kong, said so.

In the realm of Xitian Buddha, when you reach the Great Sacred Realm, you can call it "Bodhisattva."

This jealous-looking Bodhisattva, with the nickname "Daoyuan", has been repaired to reach the level of one hundred emperors. In this group of saints, he is the top five strong man.

The distance was getting closer, and for a moment, they entered the range of Zhang Ruochen's hundred miles.

All the great holy slaves are a joy. As long as they are closer, they do n’t have to explode the holy source at all. Everyone shots together. Hundreds of holy arts covered the past. If he was to be as high as Zhang Ruochen, he would have to be wiped out. Yan Huangtu, not far from Zhang Ruochen, had to die.

Dao Yuan kept paying attention to Zhang Ruochen. Suddenly, his face changed suddenly: "No, Zhang Ruochen disappeared!"

"Wow--"

Space trembles.

Zhang Ruochen exhibited a large movement of space and appeared among a large group of holy gods.

"Space."

"Virtual time domain."

"Truth Realm."

"Do not move the Holy King."

"His Thunderbolt."

Zhang Ruochen exerted five methods in a row, and supported the body of Qixing Ghost Lotus, dedicated to six purposes, and squeezed his spiritual power to the extreme.

The realm of space and virtual time has greatly reduced the speed of action of all the holy slaves.

The Realm of Truth can not only allow Zhang Ruochen to see through all illusions and delusions, but also increase his attack power, so that the strength of the immortal King Sanxiang and the Thunder Lord is greatly increased. God slave, beating with blood, or breaking the Eucharist directly.

Some were severely wounded, some were killed directly.

In just six breaths, the immortal King Shengxiang and Lord Thunderbolt killed nine immortal saints in a row, hitting 54 great saints in a row, and the starry sky was full of blood and mist.

It was a very shocking scene when one person played against more than 300 saints and smashed the flesh of 60 or 70 saints in a row.

All monks watching the projection of God's Eye, feel the soul tremble.

Just like the peak state just now, Zhang Ruochen only maintained six breathing periods, but he was unable to do anything, his head was faint, and he quickly gathered up the thunderbolt, and continued to control the immortal King Shengxiang and Qixing Guilian with one attack and one defense.

The attack of the Great Sacred Slave constantly attacked Zhang Ruochen.

However, each time Zhang Ruochen can rely on the mystery of the realm of truth to predict in advance, so he can move out and avoid their attacking force.

Zhang Ruochen at this moment was almost like a wolf entering the flock.

Only he can kill God slave, God slave can't hurt him at all.

This scene made countless monks who watched wars fall into silence, thinking secretly, how could this happen. Even if the spiritual power of God's slave is sealed, but there are many people, how can there be no fighting back?

In the end, the gods came to the answer. Zhang Ruochen cultivated time, space, and truth at the same time, the three ancient ways, which enabled him not only to cross the realm to kill the enemy, but also be able to move freely when facing monks from low realms.

Siege has no effect on Zhang Ruochen.

"This is the terrible thing of the master of time and space! The higher the state of cultivation, the more powerful it is."

There are gods in **** world, remembering the battle that besieged the Sacred Monk in the past.

Had it not been for the monk Sumi to protect the Kunlun realm, I am afraid **** would not be able to kill him even if he sent more gods to besiege him, because he could not be kept at all.

Of course, even though there were many deities in the Siege of Sumi in that battle, he still failed to kill him.

The Sacred Monk Sumi uses his whole body of divine power to transform into the power to protect the Kunlun realm before falling.

Actually, it was martyrdom.

For the souls of the Kunlun realm, they have been fighting for 100,000 years. For some of the seriously injured gods in Kunlun world, they contended for the time to heal their injuries.

It is impossible for a deity in an immortal world to die completely.

"If you kill like Zhang Ruochen, wouldn't the points of the undead blood and the Yan Luo clan open the gap again?"

Yan Huangtu stopped healing, and with the large shadow, killed more than 300 Great Saints.

"Zhang Ruochen, don't you care about the lives of the undead blood tribe? In case they are all killed, what's the point of collecting more points now?"

Yan Huangtu's deity hunted and killed Tiannu, while the big demon shadow held Tianru Ruyi and stood beside him, both to defend Tiannu's attack and to guard against Zhang Ruochen's sudden attack.

Zhang Ruochen said nothing.

Under the hunt of the two powerful men, even if the Great Saint's vitality is strong, the slaves are constantly falling.

After many badly wounded God slaves were blasted several times, the gods suddenly disappeared.

It didn't take long for nearly a hundred Saints to fall.

The remaining sacred slaves were killed and gave birth to fear, and immediately dispersed in all directions.

"Zhang Ruochen is not something we can kill, but wait for the emperor to come and destroy him." The purple beast stared at Zhang Ruochen with a dreadful glance, turned into a phantom, and fled away.

"Want to run away?"

Zhang Ruochen hugged with both hands, a powerful wave of space oscillating, centered on him, spread out.

The thirty-six space swords condensed around him, turned into a sword rain, and flew toward the purple beast that fled.

The purple beast is the great consummation of Bai Dijing, with a total of one million points.

When monks of any race see him, their eyes will be brightened and they will be more attractive than beautiful women.

The space sword dance is a method comparable to the thousand-level high-level holy art. The purple beast looked back and saw the sword rain flying. Suddenly, the holy spirit trembled, and there was a feeling locked by death.

"Boom."

The large demon shadow was killed from the halfway, wielding the wishful sky, controlling the supreme power, and breaking most of the sword of space.

There are only five handles of the space sword, catching up with the purple beast, blocked by the purple flames spit out from his mouth, and resolved Zhang Ruochen's slamming blow.

Zhang Ruochen's face sank, and Yan Huangtu really stumped from it.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to bother him for the time being, and moved the exhibition space to prepare to continue hunting the purple beast.

"Well."

The movement of space was only halfway performed, and it was bounced back by a layer of invisible space wall. In the cosmic space, the body was manifested again. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen felt that something was wrong in advance and was not injured.

He settled down and looked forward.

I saw that a dark green ball of light, about ten feet in diameter, appeared out of nowhere, trapping him inside.

The light ball was invisible and invisible. It just appeared when he bumped it.

At this moment, the dark green sphere of light gradually fades and disappears invisible.

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to act lightly, knowing that the light ball was still there.

"Who was the trap that was arranged in advance? No, no, if this light sphere had been there before, my space domain and the realm of truth could not have been inducted." Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

Yan Huangtu saw this scene, showing a surprised look.

After a while, he seemed to have guessed something and turned his head, just to see a large number of Hades from the Nether flying to this void, forming a small team, hunting the fleeing slaves.

"Zhang Ruochen, you are here to stay, I will go and hunt the purple beast!"

Yan Huangtu laughed, turned into a golden light, and chased out.

Zhang Ruochen naturally also saw the great holy holy of the Ming tribe. He was stunned in his heart, urged the eyes of truth, and looked around, saying: "Borderless, I know you are hiding nearby, let's say, what kind of spell?

In the void, there was no response.

However, the dark green light sphere with a diameter of ten feet automatically appeared and quickly contracted.

Jiuzhang, Hachijo, Chijo ...

The space where Zhang Ruochen can move is getting smaller and smaller.

Zhang Ruochen's face was deep and condensed, and he secretly said that Wu Jiang had learned to be clever. Instead of confronting him head-on, he took full advantage of his advantages, hid in the dark, and attacked him with a curse.

"Get up!"

Zhang Ruochen opened his hands, propped up the real space of space, and blocked the dark green ball of light outside Sanzhang.

The real space of space could have lifted thousands of feet. Zhang Ruochen thought that he could directly break the light ball. However, the intensity of the light sphere was far beyond his estimation, but it was initially supported to about ten feet in diameter, but soon it was pressed back to three feet in diameter.

"It seems that Wuxian uses the Mantra Dzi, and the Supreme Holy Grail should have such power." Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

The dark green light sphere did not continue to shrink, but hundreds of great holy sages flew in this direction, all of them were mobilizing the qi and urging the king's holy artifact in his hand. It seemed that he wanted to shoot together and kill him In the light sphere.

Wujiang hides in the darkness, holding Wan Mang Dzi Beads in both hands, and talking to himself: "You can't escape from being trapped in the Mang Mantra. Today is your death."

At the moment, there is no boundary, no emotions on his face, and it is scary and calm.

If, Prajna and Yuanfei Dasheng are here, they will be shocked. Because they all felt that Wu Jiang had become extreme and reckless after being defeated by Zhang Ruochen, and his state of mind had a huge flaw.

But who can think of it, it was all pretended.

In fact, after being defeated by Zhang Ruochen, Wujiang's state of mind did not collapse, but was tempered, becoming more introverted and deeper, or he would not get half the chance of the stars of the Hades tribe.

The reason for this disguise is that after careful analysis, Wu Jiang felt that there was a high possibility of spies in the upper three clans, and the relationship with Zhang Ruochen was different. Otherwise, their actions will not always be flawed.

Wujiang has several suspects, including Prajna and Yuan Fei Sheng.

Pretending to be blinded by reason with hatred, is to let the traitor despise him, the more negligent, the easier it is to expose his feet.

Previously, if Prajna was injured, Wu Jiang immediately went to help her to heal her. In fact, she was holding the purpose of exploring her details. Although he felt that Prajna could not be the spy of the upper tribe, he still had to check her.

"broken!"

The Qixing Ghost Lotus turns into a black flower, expands seven petals, and becomes tens of feet in size. Together with the real space of the space, it breaks the light ball condensed by the underworld curse into a dark green light spot .

Zhang Ruochen emerged from the trap.

Only the Supreme Holy Grail can fight against the Supreme Holy Grail.

In the darkness, Wu Xian's eyelids jumped, and he quickly put away Manju Dzi.

"Wow."

Above his head, Zhang Ruochen rushed out from the circles of space ripples, and the gods' legs suddenly stepped on, and the hot flames dispelled the dark power that enveloped the border, revealing his handsome figure.

The hands of Wujiang joined together, and the shadow of the ancestor of the Nether God appeared behind him.

Shenying poked out the huge palm, and touched it against the god's legs.

There was a moment of stalemate, and the shadow of the ancestor of the Nether God trembled fiercely, and cracks appeared.

Wu Jiang's face changed slightly, turning into a black light shuttle, and quitting.

"Oh!"

The god's shadow of the ancestor of the **** of God collapsed and was burned by the flames of fire into a flare of stars.

"The ancestor of the **** of the underworld is vulnerable."

Zhang Ruochen was burning with flames and flew across the border.

Although he said so in his mouth, Zhang Ruochen looked at Wujiang Gao a bit in his heart, because he was going to hit Wujiang directly.

It is truly remarkable that Wujiang can retreat all over.

Both alertness and judgment are far better than before.

Wu Jian's face did not change color, saying: "It seems that you have really made great progress, and you can already find my hiding place in the dark. What is the colorful brilliance you made?"

The colorful brilliance of Zhang Ruochen's body previously can be seen in almost the entire Qitian battlefield. It is too amazing. Of course, Wujiang is quite curious.

Without knowing this, Wu Jiang was always a little disturbed.

Time is precious, and Zhang Ruochen has no time to talk to him about this, and is going to chase Yan Huangtu to stop him from hunting the purple beast.

but……

"Boom!"

A deafening sound came from a distance.

I saw that Yan Huangtu's golden skull-like body was chopped back by a murderous blood sword and flew more than 200 miles away.

The blood sword's power was so powerful that it shattered Yan Huangtu's bones and splattered with golden light, as if the bones of the imperial Tao were to be broken.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed sharply ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ said: "The greedy baby is here to make fun? Well! It's her."

The figure after the wind appeared beside the blood sword.

She was holding a one-foot-long white Destiny Feather, controlled tens of millions of destiny rules, and broke into the body of Yan Huangtu's big demon shadow, so that the big demon shadow froze in place.

It's not that the cultivation after the wind is stronger than the big shadow.

It's the power of Tianming Yu, which can restrain the big shadow.

After the wind wanted to try to control the big shadow, but unsuccessfully, the two willow-like eyebrows could not help but frowned.

The greedy infant flew from the Asura sword, condensing a child-like body, sneering: "This big demon is condensed by the souls of millions of demon monks, and repeatedly condensed and assimilated by Yan Huangtu, is it you? Is Xiuwei under control? Let me come and eat him in one bite. "

The greedy baby's mouth was wide, and the big shadow was swallowed directly into the belly.