"Where is the source of the Great Saint? Tell him quickly about this, and we must prepare early."

Zhang Ruochen carried a force of wind, and flew to the distance not far from the black ugly woman, walking step by step, his eyes fell on the battlefield not far away.

"Yuan Fei is not here, His Highness and Prajna are not here, they have hunted down the Emperor." The black ugly woman said.

In addition to the two great saints of the Baijing Realm, there are ninety-four saints of the dead.

Their bodies are full of dead energy, full of corrosive power, and powerful energy fluctuations are constantly erupting, leaving the air to boil at all times.

The dead grand saint is not a random attack, but a combination of two combos.

The innermost one is composed of sixty saints.

Each one has released hundreds to billions of sacred rules. A total of hundreds of billions of sacred rules are interwoven and transformed into various attacking forces. Humanoid lightning, palace fire ball, and shadow of death ...

Zhang Ruochen didn't know how the dead people did it, so that the rules of the sixty saints could be fully integrated without mutual exclusion.

However, it is clear that if hundreds of billions of sacred rules flow to him at the same time, all kinds of attacks will fall together, and he may not be able to hold it. Most of the time, they will choose to evade temporarily rather than carry on.

But the twenty-two undead holy sages who were surrounded in the center were irrevocable and could only do everything to resist.

They were all burning the blood of the Great Holy Spirit in their bodies, turning them into 22 firemen, and a long howling sound was heard in their mouths to resist the attack of the 60 dead Great Holy Saints.

"Fight, fight to the last drop of blood."

"It is the last day of the battle for the hunting, and the undead must not fall on this day."

...

The blood demon is the strongest of the 22 undead blood sacred gods. Sitting in the void, he displays nine images of the sky demon, like a world of nine magic roads.

Nine blood holes appeared on the body, and nine blood streams continued to flow out, flowing into the nine demon worlds to resist the attack of the dead saint.

However, the blood demon's body dried up quickly.

The Holy Blood will soon be drained.

In addition, the 21 undead blood saints have burned more than half of their blood, and their combat strength has declined, and they have been unable to resist the attacks of the dead saints.

Despair is spreading in the hearts of every undead holy sage.

It took hundreds of years to stand out from the hundreds of millions of undead monks and become emperors in the sacred realm. Each of them was ambitious and died unwillingly.

However, you can sacrifice yourself for the undead.

Never, on the last day.

If so, today will be a regret in their lives, and will be laughed at by other monks throughout their lives.

"You are undead, we are dead, and your life is destined to end by us." The dead tribe Bai Dijing with double horns on his head is a great saint with a quiet voice.

The black and ugly woman said, "Give up the undead blood tribe hiding in your body, and stop doing unnecessary struggles."

Zhang Ruochen did not take the initiative and kept observing, secretly: "The sixty dead saints in the inner layer are responsible for the attack. The thirty two dead saints in the outer layer and the one hundred cubs with double horns Together with the Great Saint, he is responsible for unleashing the power of death and suppressing the source of the dead when the Great Saint who dies the undead kin is dying. The woman who looks a little ugly away from the Great Saint is staying at the outer periphery to guard against sneak attacks from foreign enemies. "

"The threats of the two Great Sages of Great Success are the smallest. The two combined battles need to be destroyed in the first place. As long as their strength cannot be combined, the threat is not great."

After making up his mind, Zhang Ruochen's hands behind his back condensed dense small space cracks.

Each space crack is only one inch long.

The black and ugly woman was very cautious. When she noticed the spatial fluctuations, she immediately stared at Zhang Ruochen.

Shot.

"Oh!"

There are more than three hundred cracks in the space condensed by Zhang Ruochen, and the time stamp is incorporated into it.

Wave a wave.

More than three hundred cracks in the space, like black sword rain, silently, flew towards the black ugly woman and nearly a hundred dead saints.

"be careful……"

The black ugly woman just shouted, and her shield of dead gas was penetrated, leaving six blood caves in her body. The flesh and bones were just directly taken away.

An inch-long space crack, passing through the body, can take a piece of flesh the size of a palm.

After incorporating the time mark into the cracks in space, the flying speed is more than ten times faster than before. How can such a short distance be avoided due to her successful completion of the Baiji Realm?

"Well."

Dasheng responded quickly, but the cracks in space were faster.

More than half of the 90 dead saints were hit by cracks in the space, muffled sounds in their mouths, and injuries of varying degrees. The attack of the two formations was naturally interrupted and the formation was scattered.

All angry eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen.

"who are you?"

"Don't ask, it's Zhang Ruochen."

It's a pity that Zhang Ruochen secretly couldn't tear the big space cracks inside the white jade **** tree, otherwise, they would not just be injured.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's body had disappeared.

With a bang, the black ugly woman hadn't responded yet, but Zhang Ruochen slashed her neck with the palm of her hand, her tibia was broken, her body flew out diagonally.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of the dead sage with double horns on his head, and pressed with a fluttering palm.

The Bai Dijing, who had a great success, barely held up his arm and wanted to resist, but was interrupted by Zhang Ruochen. His body flew away like a shell, hitting a tree branch, and the sound of a broken bone sounded in the body. Spilled from the skull and back.

In less than a breath time, the two great sacred gods of Baiyi Realm were hit hard.

"Oh!"

As soon as Zhang Ruochen stepped on his left foot in the void, the void seemed to turn into water and shook.

Immediately, the raging sea of ​​flames of fire spread out, wrapping up all the dead saints.

"Time Zhonghong."

Zhang Ruochen held his hands up, the time mark between the heavens and the earth gathered quickly, condensed into a giant clock on his head, and quickly rotated.

A moment.

A deafening bell rang.

Time stamps and sound waves surged like water waves, impacting on each of the dead saints, shaking them all like leaves.

The mark of time chopped off many of them, and their bodies fell into a transient state of weakness.

At this moment, the flames of the gods burned through their bodies and invaded their bodies, and their skin became crimson and black dust. And spread to the inside of the body.

"Well."

In Zhang Ruochen's hands, the Seven Star Ghost Lotus flew out, and seven petals swirled and chopped continuously, dismembering an immortal holy body of a dead holy saint, flying hands, feet, and skulls everywhere.

These series of strokes are all played in a breathing time.

Twenty-two immortal saints, staring at Zhang Ruochen, couldn't believe that a hundred emperor realm had such terrible fighting power, crushing nearly a hundred dead saints with their own strength.

This scene they will never forget.

"Here, finally, Zhang Ruochen is finally here!" A big Saint Haha, an undead blood, laughed, his nerves could no longer stretch, and he fell from mid-air and fell on a branch.

Xue Ning Xiao stopped urging mystery, her face was pale, and her face was exquisite and small, but a smile appeared, as in the long darkness, seeing a ray of dawn, and she said, "Cousin ... If you cousin ... "

As if being able to be Zhang Ruochen's cousin, it is a kind of pride.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen noticed, turned suddenly, and punched.

The black ugly woman urged mystery, burned Shou Yuan, made a handprint, and touched Zhang Ruochen's fist. Her broken neck bone had been renewed, and the flames of anger were burning in her eyes.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen caught her palm, and his body just shook slightly.

After burning Shouyuan, the black ugly woman can explode in a short period of time comparable to the great saints in the early days of Qianwenjing, but in front of Zhang Ruochen, it is still not enough.

Zhang Ruochen kicked out and kicked her chest.

"puff!"

The ugly woman vomited blood and flew out.

Zhang Ruochen poked out her palm and was about to use her space power to pull her back. Suddenly, her head hurt and her space power was interrupted.

It's death.

Led by the double-horned Bai Dijing Great Success Saint, there were dozens of dead grand saints present. At the same time, they exerted their will of death and attacked Zhang Ruochen.

"court death."

Zhang Ruochen took back the Seven Star Ghost Lotus and protected it with the power of the Supreme.

Immediately afterwards, the two hands joined together, and the huge immortal King Shengsheng rose up behind him, releasing a brighter glory than the scorching sun.

The double-horned Bai Dijing, a great consecration, changed his face and said, "All the dead grand saints will retreat immediately, and I will stop afterwards."

The great saint has a strong vitality. Just a wave of attack by Zhang Ruochen just killed six great saints. The remaining dead saints were either wounded or burned into the body by net destruction, all of them were weakened.

Looking at the ever-increasing immovable Ming Wang Shengxiang, they couldn't help feeling frightened.

"It's a very powerful sacred power. Where is this Great Baijing Realm? The Qianwen Realm I've seen is also a lot weaker than him."

The sound of breaking wind sounded!

More than 80 dead holy saints flew out in different directions. Because their speed is too fast, the deities have gone dozens of miles away, and the afterimages left in place are still very clear.

The immortal King of the Ming Dynasty consecrated the Bai Shengjing with the double horns and successfully conquered the dead saint. He squeezed his immortal sacred body and shattered it.

"Ah! Zhang Ruochen, you can't kill me, it's just a battle against the sky. We don't have any essential personal revenge. If you let me go, I will remember your kindness."

The sacred scream of the dead tribe with double horns gave rise to fear in his heart and didn't want to be pinched to death by Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said: "You can also be considered as the top character of the dead generation. I was pinched like a clay figure in front of so many monks. How can there be no resentment in my heart? I let you go, you will remember me Humanity? No, what you remember is the hatred and anger in your heart. Once you have a chance, you will definitely try to find ways to put me to death. "

The black ugly woman flew from behind, holding a silk-like king's holy instrument, which stretched out more than a thousand meters long, much like a bright silk.

Zhang Ruochen didn't turn his head back. In the void, a thunderbolt condensed and fell on her.

This thunderbolt is a mental attack.

The black and ugly woman's body died away, and she screamed and fell down.

"Oh!"

The palm of the immortal King Shengxian exerted his strength, and the body of the deadly sacred concubine with two horns, which was the great consecration of the Great Saint, was pinched and burst open, and turned into a mist of blood.

Purging the sacred fire in the palm of his hand, refining his holy spirit into a plume of smoke.

To death, the great consummation of Bai Di Jing did not believe that Zhang Ruochen would really kill him.

Zhang Ruochen did not go after the dead sages who had escaped. They were either invaded by the net annihilation fire or beheaded by Shou Yuan. In a short time, it was difficult to restore combat power.

At least today, they cannot continue fighting.

Xing Ning Xiao flew in front of Zhang Ruochen, watching the cousin who repulsed nearly a hundred saints in front of his hands. His pale face appeared with a touch of red, and he whispered: "You should not kill Xu It ’s quite sacred. He is the true God seed of the dead. There is a backing of the gods behind him. Kill him, and he will bear death hatred. "

Zhang Ruochen said: "Are there still few hatreds between the undead and the dead? Anyway, the goddess and goddess of the dead have killed a lot, and killing one more has little effect."

"The status of the Son of God and Goddess may not be better than the seed of the true god." Xue Ning Xiao muttered, after all, dare not say it out loud.

In the interior of Baiyu Shenshu, too much space can't be torn apart. Zhang Ruochen can't drive the enemy into the void, so he can only kill.

"Meet the Great Saint Chen."

The great saints of the undead are all bowing and saluting to Zhang Ruochen, with awe and worship in his eyes.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Give me all the people in your body."

Xue Ning Xiao hesitated for a moment, or said, "Cousin, you bring all the people on your body, it will definitely affect your ability to play."

"Rest assured, I have a lot of king's holy artifacts suitable for storing life. These king's holy instruments, I will not use them as war soldiers."

During the conversation, Zhang Ruochen took out eleven sacred artifacts of the king, including pens, tripods, and swords. All of them have stable and huge inner space, and even ordinary humans can survive in them for a period of time.

The grand saints of the undead, looked at each other.

The only sacred artifacts on their bodies were all shattered, causing heavy losses. After all, the sacred tools of the king brought into the battlefield of the hunting sky are their strongest soldiers, worth more than half of their wealth.

On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen took out more than ten pieces.

This contrast makes them feel sad.

All are big saints, why is the gap so big?

Zhang Ruochen collected the 34 million survivors who were still alive and put them into the eleven King Sacred Artifacts. He stared at a group of undead blood saints and said, "You are too badly wounded, leave the battlefield! Next, Just leave it to me. "

These undead blood sages did not leave, stood still, and told Zhang Ruochen with his eyes that he would continue to fight side by side with him.

Only the Gorefiend stood up and sighed, "The Great Holy Blood has lost too much to continue the fight! Don't let it go, let's go together. Zhang Ruochen is a person from time and space. If he wants to run, he will die. The tribe and the grand saint of the Yanluo tribe shot together, and they couldn't keep him. "

Thinking of this, the big saints of the undead are all nodding, and feel reasonable.

"Wow!"

All white lights flickered, and the eyes of Gods of All Realms sent all the undead holy saints out of the battlefield.

As the blood demon said, what Zhang Ruochen should do now is to flee with the remaining members of the undead blood clan immediately, hide it, and wait until the battle for hunting the sky is over.

In this way, the undead can at least rank second, and even hope to keep the first place.

As long as the Emperor is not killed by the Yan Luo tribe.

Zhang Ruochen did not escape, took out the diamond lens, and glanced at:

Undead blood clan, 89.75 million points.

Yan Luo tribe, 89.07 million points.

The undead are in front and still lead.

But how long can you stay ahead?

"Luo Yan and the magic sound should react soon. I hope the final decision is not to compare which family can kill the Emperor."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to kill the Emperor, but also hoped that he could win more easily.

However, just in case, the Emperor must be found first, at least to prevent the Yan Luo people from killing him. If he had the chance, he wouldn't mind, beating off Emperor Xi's hand or one leg.

As a result, Zhang Ruochen released his mental strength, searching for the breath of Emperor Ji, Yuanfei Dasheng, etc., then unfolded ten wings and flew in one of the directions.

This time, it did not change into the appearance of a dead monk.

The Great Holy Saint who has just fled must have passed the news to the Great Holy Saint Fei, and with his ingenuity, he will be careful to guard against it. It has no meaning to change into the appearance of a dead monk.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen hides himself in the space, as if invisible.

...

"Zhu Shizi" unfolded and turned into a light map with a length of hundreds of miles.

On the scroll, not only dense text, but also mountains, rivers, and lakes.

Words and scenes appear and disappear from time to time, sometimes nothing, and sometimes solid.

There are four hundred dead holy saints, standing in all directions of "Virtual and Real Picture Volume".

The Emperor is only about ten miles away from the "Zhu Shizi", and he is being attacked one by one. There are more than 100,000 characters, each of which is one foot long, heavier than the mountains, and turned into a sea of ​​characters.

"Booming."

Although Emperor Xiu Xiu was powerful, his defense was impenetrable, and the flooded words kept flying out. However, even if the text was shattered and turned into nothingness, it could immediately condense again and continue to attack him as if endless.

The source is not the Great Holy and Prajna, standing in the center of the "Fact and Script" scroll, with text at their feet.

"Using a word attack to exhaust the Emperor's holy spirit, when he has only physical strength and exhausted, we can easily kill him." Yuan Fei Da Sheng Tao.

Prajna stood aside, and there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She had to admit that she had underestimated Yuan Fei Sheng before. This person is not as easy to use as she looks, and she has a lot of things in her heart. Just like the power of "Xue Shi Zhe Zi", until this moment, it just broke out completely.

Originally Prajna thought that "lightnovelpub.net ~" is a **** of the dead race and was temporarily given to Yuanfei Dasheng.

However, seeing Yuan Fei Dasheng's skillful use of "Fact and Script", she had to doubt that this supreme holy weapon had been a soldier of Yuan Fei Sheng long ago.

He could hide all the dead sages with "Zhu Shizi", and concealed the feeling of Emperor Xi, and then suddenly broke out when he approached him, completely trapping him.

What does this mean?

It shows that the source is not the Great Holy Spirit who has practiced nothingness, and his accomplishments are not low.

Otherwise, how can he accurately control the "virtual" power of "Xu Shi Zi"? This is also what Prajna didn't know before.

Not to mention Prajna, even the lack of standing in the "Zhu Shizi" reveals a look of meditation.

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There are more than 5,000 words in this chapter. There is no way. I can't help but say that the Chapter 5 or 6 will end the battle of hunting the sky. I can only increase the number of chapters. It ’s easy for me, sweat ...