Zhang Ruochen has already seen that the strength of Nan Sheng's mental strength reaches 68th level. At his age, this was a remarkable achievement.

Although Zhang Ruochen's mental strength is also 68th order, a great saint who studies the spiritual power and a great saint who uses the spiritual power as an auxiliary cannot compare with each other. Not to mention, Nansheng still comes from Tiannan.

I really want to use the spirit of fighting. Ten Zhang Ruochen together cannot be Nan Sheng's opponent.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen did not have the idea of ​​fighting with Nan Sheng's spirit.

Zhang Ruochen was extremely cautious. He took out Wan Mang Dzi Beads, mobilized spiritual power into it, and formed the Holy Power to form a spiritual defense. He also fired the armor of Vulcan, spread his twelve wings on his back, and rushed into the dark cloud of death mentality, approaching South Saint.

Only in close combat did Zhang Ruochen have a chance to win.

"His mental strength has actually reached the 68th level."

Nan Sheng turned a corner of his mouth, closed his eyes, and waved his arms gently. The thought of death was around his body, condensing into a group of death butterflies.

The butterfly is only the size of a palm, it is extremely beautiful, and its wings are three-colored.

"Well."

The magic butterfly flew out like a flying knife, leaving three colored light traces. They kept striking the Vulcan armor, making a sound of colliding stones.

Each demon butterfly collided on his body like Zhang Ruochen in a heavy boxing.

Looking at Zhang Ruochen who was getting closer, Nan Sheng frowned. The most important thing in his own "death butterfly dance" was not the impact of the magic butterfly, but the strong death thought contained in the magic butterfly. .

Once hit by a demon butterfly, the mind of death invades the body instantly, erodes flesh and blood and devours vitality. Even the sacred armor of the king's sacred weapon, never dreamed of blocking his thoughts of death.

However, the armor on Zhang Ruochen's body seemed to have the power to prevent death, and could not penetrate at all.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen was within thirty feet.

"Butterfly King breaks the cocoon."

Along with Nan Sheng's voice, a large tricolor of death butterflies gathered together in front of him, forming a cocoon ball with a diameter of Xu.

Just as Zhang Ruochen slashed with a sword, in the cocoon ball, the butterfly emperor gestated and formed a slender multi-colored light arm, blocking the blade of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

"Oh!"

A sword that can break the stars and the moon is blocked!

"Stab it."

The cocoon ball shattered and opened, and a huge butterfly emperor appeared, exuding five-colored brilliance. Except for three pairs of pointed multi-colored light arms, the body turned out to be a completely red and / or naked beauty.

The huge butterfly wings unfolded and gently fanned, releasing five colored light spots, wrapping Zhang Ruochen.

The five-colored light dots contain powerful spiritual energy and can be psychedelic monks.

In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, the beauty with huge butterfly wings became more and more attractive.

This kind of illusion, of course, can not get lost in Zhang Ruochen's mind.

He was vigilantly aware that Nan Sheng once again mobilized the rules of the Cause to condense into a knife with a handle and flew from behind.

There is a butterfly emperor in front and a knife rain in the back. The situation is extremely dangerous.

"ended!"

Nan Sheng thinks he has a winning ticket, and his eyes have a stronger smile.

Suddenly, there was a great pain in his heart, the smile disappeared in his eyes, but he yelled, "Death of Heart."

The Sacred Heart is the place where the spiritual power is stored. Being attacked by Zhang Ruochen with cursed power naturally affects Nan Sheng's spiritual power. Even the colorful light on the Death Butterfly Emperor, which is controlled by the mental power, fades quickly.

Zhang Ruochen knew that his only chance of winning appeared!

Without hesitation, urge one of the seven-handed swords suspended in the air.

"Angry sword!"

A bright sword light flew out of Zhang Ruochen's brows, penetrated the butterfly emperor's body, and then hit Nan Sheng's chest.

"call out!"

The thirty-six beast pictures and blood red runes on Nan Sheng's body surfaced at the same time, but Jianguang still penetrated his body, making him fly out like a shell and crashing into the ruins.

The seven-handed sword corresponds to Zhang Ruochen's seven mentalities: sadness, love, desire, anger, joy, evil, and fear.

Among them, the Sword of Sorrow is the strongest and the Sword of Fear is the weakest.

However, the strength of the Seven Swords is also related to the mentality of the monk. If any kind of mentality is extreme enough, it can explode unparalleled power.

As long as Zhang Ruochen's heart is extremely terrified, even the fear of the sword is stronger than the sword of grief.

The strength of the sword soul has a powerful lethality to the spiritual power, holy spirit, and emotion of the monk, and the physical damage is weak.

"The power of the sword soul is so powerful that it breaks Nan Sheng's physical defenses." Zhang Ruochen was shocked in his heart, after all, he was very clear, because his heart was not angry enough, the anger sword just evoked just now was very ordinary.

It's as if you obviously have 100 million holy stones, but you can only take out 10,000 holy stones to display, and other holy stones are clearly on your body, but you can't take them out.

In the first time, Zhang Ruochen hit the ancient sword of Shen Yuan and flew straight to the place where Nan Sheng fell.

"Oh!"

Shen Yuan's ancient sword was beaten back by a stamp.

With a bang, Nan Sheng rushed out of the ruins, affixed a rune to his body, and threw another rune to Da Sikong and Er Sikong, and then fled to the distance at an extreme speed. .

His physical injury thought he could carry it.

However, the trauma of the spiritual power and the holy spirit was extremely serious. Coupled with the impossibility of the beginning of Zhang Ruochen's sword, he escaped very decisively.

Zhang Ruochen moved in front of Da Sikong and Er Sikong, and pressed his palm forward to show the means of freezing the space.

"Boom!"

Fu Lu burst and burst, and the power was comparable to that of an immortal saint who blew himself up. The frozen space was instantly shattered.

Zhang Ruochen took one with him, carrying Si Sikong and Er Sikong, appeared ten miles away, looked back, and the destructive power of Fu Yu's outburst was weakened and resolved by the ancient **** pattern, but still razed a large area .

Nan Sheng's vicious voice came from nowhere: "Zhang Ruochen, I remember this sword today! It will be doubled in the future."

Zhang Ruochen can roughly sense his position, but did not chase.

A person like Nan Sheng must have a lot of life-saving treasures, plus a strong repair, really want to catch up, leaving it with a small probability, but he may be ambushed by him.

"See me again, you will fear me like the gods." Zhang Ruochen said.

Da Sheng, who was still nearby, was all scared and frightened and fled away.

too terrifying!

Nan Sheng was actually defeated by Zhang Ruochen. If this news spreads, it will surely shock the ten **** tribes.

They did not believe that Zhang Ruochen was still a cultivation practice in Baijing Realm, and they felt that Zhang Ruochen must have gained a great chance in the Temple of Origins and had broken through to the thousand questions.

"Uncle is so handsome. I want to practice Kendo." Da Sikong said excitedly.

Zhang Ruochen put away Shen Yuan's ancient sword, took out two divine stones and held them in his hands, and said, "You are not suitable for kendo! However, I think you and Er Sikong's constitution seems very special. What kind of race are you?"

"What race?" Da Sikong said for a moment. "Are we different? Oh, no, the uncle is half-human and half-undead. I and Er Sikong must be pure-blooded humans."

"is it?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes flew out of a sword-shaped sword.

Jian Qi flew over the edge of Da Sikong's round face, and Jian Feng contacted his skin, making a harsh frictional sound, with a few light spots flying out.

The skin was not cut.

The boss fell to the ground, screaming, covering his face, and said, "Uncle, is there anything you can say well? Monks don't slang, I'm really human."

"Is there any guess in Uncle Shi's mind?" Er Sikong folded his hands and asked so calmly.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Forget it, ask you, most of you don't know, and I will ask your master personally when I have a chance."

Da Sikong got up from the ground, rubbing his fat face, and whispering, "Fortunately, there is no appearance."

Zhang Ruochen sat on a huge rock and said, "Now, tell me what happened, why were you hunted down by the monks of the Temple of Death? The magic sound, fairy, stone emperor, sword emperor. Where is it? "

At this time, real killing, greed, and arrogance dragged the wounded one after another, and came out of the murky ruins, saluting Zhang Ruochen and Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

Their repairs are strong, and they are no longer in the central area, so Fu Yu burst and can't kill them.

Zhang Ruochen was about to take out the fountain of life to help them heal, but saw that they had successively found out a plant-level holy medicine, like a radish, and stuffed it into their mouths.

Come on!

They now have more holy medicine than Zhang Ruochen.

The monks in the Temple of Death do not chase them. Who are they chasing?

After taking the holy medicine, Er Sikong recounted: "This time after the uncle left, we have been picking in that area full of holy medicine, and we have learned a lot. Well, right, shortly after the uncle left, it happened A weird thing, and then the fairy disappeared! "

Zhang Ruochen asked, "What a weird thing?"

"Flute," said the boss empty.

"What flute?"

Zhang Ruochen sat upright, his eyes became dignified.

Da Sikong said with a clear voice: "It's a melodious flute sound, which is wonderful to the extreme. The sound of the flute sounds, and the holy medicine, whether it is tree, grass, flower ... all sway with it, blooming more than usual Ten times the light. "

Er Si nodded and said: "The fairy was missing at that time."

"How is this? The sound of flute ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ should not be Pluto. Is it the new Kunlun **** who has been following?" Zhang Ruochen frowned and muttered to himself.

Like Ruo Zhang, Zhang Ruochen also faintly felt that from the beginning of the hundred royal cities, there is something that has been with him.

At first, he thought it was his illusion and didn't take it too seriously, but when he started the space teleportation, the feeling was very clear.

Therefore, he secretly guessed that it was the new **** of the Kunlun realm that the dragon master said.

If the gods enter the world of the divine realm, even if they are standing in front of Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen will be hard to perceive. Only by using the heart of truth can we detect a trace of strangeness.

"No, if the sound of the flute is played by the new gods in Kunlun, why do the holy medicines respond? Is it ... what kind of alien creatures in the source temple do not die through eternity?

The more he thought about it, Zhang Ruochen couldn't help feeling a little creepy, and he was deeply worried about Givenchy's heart.

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