To cast a spell on a single person, you need to get a little something from the other person. It could be a drop of blood, a hair ... or the clothes that the person was wearing.

Without these things, if you want to cast a spell on an enemy, you must use mental power or eyes to lock it first.

If you can't lock it, the spell will naturally be less powerful.

Just like the previous Yan Wushen, he used the light of Buddha to easily purify the curse that invaded his body.

The boundless mental power is the crown of the entire hunting battlefield. There is no monk. Compared with him, Zhang Ruochen has moved more than twenty times in a row, and he cannot escape his mental power lock.

In the end, while Wu Jiang casts the Death Spell, he also casts the Spell of Light, completely trapping Zhang Ruochen.

"What a weird curse."

Zhang Ruochen stood in a circle of dark green dim light without panic, but his heart stopped beating.

Even if he is physically immune to curses, he cannot resist such a powerful spell power.

Body temperature drops rapidly and reaches freezing point.

The speed of blood flow becomes slow.

What's more terrible is that the heart loses consciousness, it seems to be frozen by the ice, and it seems to be turned into stone. With his mental strength of sixty-fifth grade, he could not protect him.

"Many of the gods in the **** world are staring at me. If I use the heart of truth, I will definitely be exposed."

Using the heart of truth, Zhang Ruochen had confidence and broke his curse.

However, I dare not use it directly.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen can also pour into the purple gold gourd, using the power of the supreme, he can fight against the dead heart curse one or two. However, doing so, although saving his life, is tantamount to giving up the battle of hunting the sky and completely trapping himself.

In a short while, Zhang Ruochen thought about several coping strategies, all of which were rejected.

"It can only be this way!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed, releasing the million times of masculinity that was forcibly suppressed, and then, the flames contained in the net destruction of God's fire and God's legs also became violent.

The body turned red in a flash.

"Well."

The heart resumed beating.

Zhang Ruochen burned the flames of flames, the two eyes turned into fireballs, and the dark green light that trapped him became slightly distorted.

"Blood mills embers."

A round of scarlet grinding discs, above his head, gradually formed.

A star-shaped brilliance with more truth-like forms radiates, diffuses around the body, spreads out the dim light, and continually converges towards the scarlet millstone. The destructive breath erupted from the blood-stained grinding disc became stronger and stronger.

Wu Jiang's complexion was condensed, and at the same time he transmitted a message to the 132 Great Sacred Saints of the Hades: "Zhang Ruochen performed the blood streak of the **** of blood during the Great Sacred War. He smashed the ashes. He incorporated the Word of Truth into it It should be trying to provoke ten times the attack. "

"Everyone who obeys orders can reveal the gate of fate, mobilize the power of fate, and suppress Zhang Ruochen."

"Zang Wentian, Zang Wenhai, Wu Dajisheng ... Ten of you, enter my kingdom of the underworld and form a ten-square underworld formation."

At the feet of the borderless, the gloomy kingdom of the underworld manifested and unfolded hundreds of miles. Inside, there are the Bone Demon Mountain, the Scarlet Lake, the magnificent Yincheng ..., all kinds of terrible scenes.

Among the stars of the Hades tribe, half of the opportunities that Wujiang obtained were related to the "hell kingdom", which doubled his "hell kingdom".

Moreover, as long as it takes more time, Wujiang has the confidence to make the underworld performances more mysterious. Even if you cultivate into God in the future, there will be endless benefits.

The ten sacred gods of the Bai Ning Realm rushed to the ten positions of the kingdom of the Nether Realm and were about to form an array.

Once the formation is formed, even if Zhang Ruochen explodes ten times, he will not break the defense of the kingdom of the underworld.

"Amitabha! Great, chance finally comes!"

The Great Holy Slave is round, and using the "Mystery of the Rock", the body becomes like a fragment of a star, floating in this space, ready to ambush Zhang Ruochen at any time.

However, Zhang Ruochen's space approach is so powerful that he has never found a suitable opportunity.

Wujiang is going all out to control the mantra of the dead heart, the light curse, and the kingdom of the underworld. Suddenly, the heart feels and perceives that a fragment of a star is flying towards him.

"Huh? Stone? No."

Wu Jiang's face changed, and he shouted, "There are ambushers, be careful."

"Ha ha! It's late, dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth, everything disappears."

The fragment of the star was manifested in the shape of a round road, with a big bald head and a round face, exuding a golden light on the body, and the physical body split apart.

"Boom."

Explosive Holy Source.

The ten priests of Baiyi Realm who were going to form the brunt were in the core area of ​​Daoyuan's self-explosion. All of them instantly exploded into ten blood mists, leaving only a large sacred bone, which flew out.

Daoyuan is the Great Saint of Bai Di Jing. The destructive force formed by the self-explosion is too strong.

Wu Jiang bit his teeth tightly, shaking with anger.

Just now, if it wasn't for the full effort to deal with Zhang Ruochen, a **** slave, how could there be a chance to explode the source in front of him?

Ten Hundred Sacred Saints of Baiyi Realm fell and suffered too much damage. From the perspective of the gods of the Hun, all his faults were boundless, and he must take full responsibility.

Wujiang took a deep breath and pressed his palm forward.

"Wow--"

In front of Wanzhu Dzi, a circular dim light is formed, like a shield, to resist the surging force of destruction.

Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised, but where did he think that such a change would happen.

In fact, it was Zhang Ruochen that Dao Yuan wanted to ambush, but he saw more than a hundred Hades from the opposite side gathered, and they were completely unprepared and could be destroyed in a wave.

As a result, the strategy was temporarily changed.

What's the point of being alone with Zhang Ruochen?

One time, killing more than a hundred hells in the world of **** will make you feel more fulfilled.

"Good opportunity."

"Oh!"

Zhang Ruochen smashed the Emperor's Curse, hitting ten times the power of the blood-milling embers, and passed through the destructive force formed by Daoyuan's self-detonation, striking the circular Emperor's light curtain in front of Wujiang.

"Oops!"

Wu Jiang saw the blood-red millstone that was bigger than the mountains in front of him, and sank straight down.

A splendid wave of destruction came out, and the shield of Mingguang shattered. Wujiang and more than one hundred holy holy saints flew out at the same time, all of them were seriously injured.

"After all ... still lost ..."

Wuxian's body is even more broken, and even his mental strength has been backwashed by Wanzhu Dzi, and he has suffered certain trauma.

"cut!"

Zhang Ruochen chased up, waved his hand and chopped a crack in the space.

Wujiang reluctantly held up the Mantra Dzi and resisted it.

"cut!"

"Cut again!"

...

The power of space fell again and again, and Wu Jiang finally couldn't support it, and fell into the broken space, surrounded by nothingness and darkness.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed his hands, seized Wan Mang Dzi, and quickly sealed it.

Another piece of supreme sacred tool is at hand.

Suddenly, the space was flat again.

Zhang Ruochen had a little regret in his heart, after all, he failed to kill Wujiang.

Reaching the realm of Wujiang and Yanhuangtu, plus their perverted talents, it is easy to defeat, but it is too difficult to kill.

Previously, Zhang Ruochen wanted to kill Wujiang but put himself in a dangerous situation. So this time, he was very decisive, and directly entered Wuxi into the void, which made him withdraw from the battlefield.

Next, there are more important things to do.

"Killing Yanhong Dasheng, losing Yan Huangtu and Wujiang in a row, Zhang Ruochen is simply arrogant."

"The entire hunting sky battlefield, I am afraid that only by lack, can he be his opponent!"

"Did you forget Yan Wushen? Yan Wushen is also a Yuanhui-level genius and will never be weaker than Zhang Ruochen."

...

The whole **** world, no matter how many monks, are talking about Zhang Ruochen.

It also talked about lack, greedy babies, Yan Wushen, and even Luo Shengtian. However, the defeated Yan Huangtu and Wujiang were rarely mentioned.

The loser is destined to become a foil, dull.

Yan Wushen's eyes were deep and he said, "You and Wujiang have not used the divine will in the fight with Wujiang. Is it because the divine spirit you have cultivated has reached a higher grade and cannot be perfectly integrated with the holy art?"

To convert the divine will into combat power, it must be combined with the Holy Art.

And this combination requires a lot of time to practice and polish to be perfect.

Zhang Ruochen was burning with flames, his warfare was boiling, he smiled at Yan Wushen, and his figure disappeared from the place.

Reappeared, hundreds of miles away.

Time and time again, the space moved, and quickly approached the white jade **** tree.

"It seems that Zhang Ruochen has given up spending a lot of time hunting the Great Holy Slave, but is going to rescue the undead blood tribe hidden in the white jade **** tree. At the same time, he should be the ultimate goal, as the Emperor By killing Emperor Emperor, you can lock down the victory of the hunt for the sky. "

"Moreover, Zhang Ruochen should not have completely expelled the curse in his body, and it may even have suffered a certain degree of trauma."

Yan Wushen secretly analyzed and immediately yelled, "Zhang Ruochen will not leave, and fight with me."

He also moved space to keep up.

Reaching the edge of Baiyu Shenshu, there were more than thirty dead saints, each hitting the king's holy weapon and attacking Zhang Ruochen.

"Flash away."

Zhang Ruochen sacrificed the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus and turned it into seven-petal ghost lotus petals, chopping off all the king's holy vessels. Half of the king's holy artifacts were cracked and semi-used.

In the presence of the Supreme Sacred Artifact, the Sacred Artifact of the King is not enough.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen formed a handprint of magical fire, displayed a dragon-like palm like a palm, and flew out more than thirty dead saints. And, the net annihilation fire lit their immortal holy bodies.

"No, it's the Emperor Flame-level clean-up fire, and expel them out of the body, otherwise we will be burned to ashes." A dead grand saint exclaimed.

Zhang Ruochen ignored them and stormed into the Baiyu Shenshu.

...

Dark star number seven.

Luo Yan stood in the dark, looking at the dark star No.7, and said, "Did you find it? Where are the monks of the Yanluo and Shangsan clans hiding?"

A Raksha girl standing behind her, in a state of great sacredness, was a little nervous, and bowed, "I can't find it, they are very secretive."

"How could there be no trace?"

Luo Yan was even more disturbed and said, "What is the dark star No. 7 now?"

Another Rakshasa saint, said: "All the saints still gather on the planet."

Luo Yi said: "All of them?"

"Six sacred saints besieged them, how could they escape?" The Rakshasa laughed.

Luo Min condensed for a moment and shook his head: "No, no."

"His Royal Highness, what's wrong?" The Blade King asked.

Luo Yan said: "The last day has passed for a little while and a half. How can the Yanluo and the upper three clans be so calm and still do nothing? This is one of them."

"Secondly, the Holy Spirit of the Great Holy Slave is almost exhausted. Why do you want to stay on the seventh Dark Star to die?"

"There must be something wrong.

Both the Rakshasa and the undead blood saints who were present looked at each other and smiled. They felt that Luo Yan's worry was superfluous.

A soft and pleasant voice came from the darkness: "No need to explore, the Yan Luo tribe, the upper three tribe, including the heavenly slaves on the seventh dark star, have all left.

The moving sound of the magic sound leapt out beautifully and descended in front of everyone.

"No way, I just checked at a close distance, all the Great Saints are still on the seventh dark star." The Great Saint who had just accused Luo Luo just said flatly.

"If the Great Saints, the Upper Three and the Yanluo all left, how could we be unaware?"

Most of the great saints present were unbelievable.

When he heard the magic sound, Luo Yan's face became extremely ugly.

The magic sound stared at the Rakshasa saint who just spoke, and sneered: "What you see is just the illusion they left. The purpose is to keep us in the dark star No. 7. The Rakshasa is out. How much time have you been delayed by such a fool? You know, are you already a capital? "

The Rakshasa saint was pale, his legs were weak, and he stepped back.

Because of fear of danger, when he went to investigate, he did not dare to be too close to the dark star No. 7, and naturally could not see the magic on the planet.

If it is because of him that the undead blood race and the Raksha race are defeated on the battlefield, the consequences will be very serious. It is very likely that it is really a capital crime.

Luo Min did not like the magic sound, but still asked patiently, "What is the situation?"

The magic sound said: "I just went to the seventh dark star. After breaking the phantom, there are two space teleportation arrays on the ground. The small one has been destroyed. The big one is very complicated. It ’s completely different from the space teleport array that the host arranged before. I do n’t know where the teleportation is. ”

Luo Yan frowned, murmured to himself, and said, "Arrange a space teleportation array on the dark star ... I see, it's Yan Wushen, only him!"

For a moment, Luo Yan guessed the cause and effect of the entire event and made a judgment, saying, "If I didn't guess wrong, it was Yan Wushen who set up the stage and sang the last play on the Qitian battlefield. They must be going. To the stars of the undead tribe. That ’s right, it must be. "

She immediately took out the diamond lens and found that the points above did not change much from yesterday.

"Snapped!"

The diamond lens was crushed by her.

"The eyes of Gods of All Realms must be intentional. In this last battle, we specifically tested our wisdom and did not give us reminders on points." Luo Yan's teeth were itchy and his chest was violently undulating.

From small to large, only she played with others.

Unexpectedly, Yan Wushen put it together today.

The monks of the undead are all scalp, and dare not imagine how serious the consequences will be.

With the nine-step holy kings on the stars of this tribe, and the few big holy saints, can they stop the big holy legions of the three tribe and Yanluo tribe? The situation is no longer known to what extent it has deteriorated.

The Sword Emperor's face changed several times, and said, "Let's go, we should rush back, we should have time."

"If you have time, you must have time. Zhang Ruochen is in his own family. If he wants to leave, he will not be able to keep him. As long as he can leave with some people, our points will not be cut in half." Yi Xuan Dasheng trembled.

The gathering of the great saints of the four races, as well as top powerful men like Yan Huangtu, Yan Wushen and Wu Jiang, in fact, no monk at the scene thought that Zhang Ruochen could escape.

The end of the last day seems to have been doomed ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The heart of all the undead blood saints is not only angry but also lost, and even more indescribable.

Luo Yan called them and said, "Where are you going?"

"You don't need to care."

Sword Emperor was anxious, too lazy to talk to her.

On the fringe of Dark Star No. 7, the undead have left space to transmit arrays. Of course, this secret will not be told to Luo Yan. However, it takes several hours to rush to the space teleportation array from here.

Unfortunately, the space teleportation array on the Dark Star is different from the ordinary teleportation array. Except for Yan Wushen, other monks cannot use it.

You can't activate it with magic sounds.

Luo Yan has calmed down, and his beauty is shining with a strange light, saying: "Your undead blood races still want to compete for the top ten races. It is best to listen to my suggestions. And there is a space teleportation array on the dark star. Why are you? Want to stay close? "