Zhang Ruochen's words are not shocking and endless, with arrogant sentences and thunderous words.

No monk in the world is unrestrained.

The whole ocean seemed to be calm at once.

After an instant, everyone's emotions rose sharply, and they felt that Zhang Ruochen was really as arrogant as he was in recent days.

The old master of the Temple of Destiny rushed to the crown in anger and said with a loud voice: "There is no one in the eyes, who is looking down on him? The lack of an adult cuts this madman!"

The monks who had hatred and resentment with Zhang Ruochen were all overjoyed, and he never expected that he would die like this.

Great!

Self-doing cannot live.

In the distance, on a black island, Xia Yu was shocked.

This guy……

Is n’t it good, just to watch the battle?

Although Xia Yu had long imagined that Zhang Ruochen might be shot, but he wouldn't even think about it, he would be so big.

Do you want to be so crazy?

Is this to be against the monks of the world?

Fortunately, he did not ride with him in a sub-god-class battleship.

Nan Sheng's eyes were as bright as a torch, his insight was subtle, and he smiled and said, "You are too arrogant, Zhang Ruochen, are you really a hero in the world? Want to be the Lord of the Ten Realms, and give you the Ten Realms, can you hold it?"

Zhang Ruochen looked around and pointed at him very politely, saying: "I know you, the defeated men thousands of years ago, can't bear the mercy."

With the status and status of Nan Sheng as it is today, who dares to speak to him like this?

The first strongest of the dead, don't you have a face?

Nan Sheng's smile converged, and the anger appeared on his elegant face. He wanted to rush up, and Zhang Ruochen decided to dominate.

But restrained.

Zhang Ruochen dares to be so arrogant and arrogant, he must hold his own, or it is better to be cautious, there is no need to be a head bird.

Zhang Ruochen saw that Nan Sheng could actually bear it, and was secretly disappointed in his heart.

He was not afraid of a World War at all, and the most worrying thing was that everyone did not give him a chance to fight a World War, and he did not admit that he was eligible to participate in the Battle of the Ten Realms.

It is the most embarrassing to be unable to fight.

So, Zhang Ruochen continued to provoke Nan Sheng and said: "I heard that you won a game and seized the dust realm for the **** realm. The dust realm belongs to me as soon as I hear the name. Do you dare to come and fight, let me see , How much have you grown in this millennium? "

Nan Sheng's eyes were cold, and his face was blue.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Aren't the descendants of Tiannan's Life and Death Ruth not guilty at all? Say you are strong, Xiu is mediocre, and you don't recognize it? Don't dare to fight, just leave me alone, don't appear in front of me. Garbage!"

"Unpretentious, Master Nansheng, can you humiliate?"

Nan Sheng was restraining, but the Great Saint of the Temple of Death couldn't bear it. Five of them shot the strongest soldiers in his body and bombarded Zhang Ruochen across the sky.

They are all supreme saints, but they are elders of the temple, and they have various supernatural powers.

Zhang Ruochen snorted, waving his big sleeves, attracting the power of the world, and the five flying saints of the king were taken away directly by him.

The five emperors of kings made a circle above Zhang Ruochen's head, flew back, and bombarded the temple where the monks of the death temple were located.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

Five consecutive loud noises.

The five king sacred objects collided with the formation outside the temple, and the temple shook. The monks standing outside the temple were all crooked and unable to hold their bodies. angry.

Where can Nan Sheng endure?

There was a roar in his mouth, and he flew out of the temple, and his body was full of death gas, which turned into a black cloud covering thousands of miles.

The rules of the holy word, which exceeds 30 trillion, flow in the dark clouds.

No one thought that it was not the lack or Yin Yuanchen who took the lead to Zhang Ruochen, but Nan Sheng.

However, after pondering, they realized that Nan Sheng was not trying to grab the spotlight and Yin Yuanchen's limelight. It was Zhang Ruochen who was deceiving and scolding too hard.

Nan Sheng was forced to help but had to face up.

If he does not face the battle, where can he still have such a great influence in the Temple of Death and the Death Race? Who would consider him a banner character? Treat him as a hero in the world?

The deceased monks watched the mighty power that Nan Sheng exploded, like the gods were born, they were all proud and proud, excited.

"Zhang Ruochen is too ignorant of heaven and earth, and Master Nan Sheng has taught him fiercely."

"Kill this jumping beam clown, heroes of this era come out in large numbers, they no longer belong to him. He should have died a thousand years ago, and now he should have died."

...

Even if Nan Sheng had analyzed Zhang Ruochen's combat power before, it was probably equivalent to a representative of the quasi-yuan level, but he still dared not underestimate his opponent. It should be noted that, under the guise of the representatives of the Yuanhui level, they have many examples of big losses in the hands of the representatives of the quasi-Yuanhui level.

"Well done, you are kind. If you are defeated, the dust world will be mine."

Regardless of whether Nan Sheng answered or not, Zhang Ruochen first shouted like this.

Zhang Ruochen's right hand grabbed the void and pulled it back.

"Wow!"

The space between him and Nansheng was tumbling violently. Under the support of space rules and space connotations, a special space channel appeared.

Nan Sheng was shocked to find that he had fallen into a rapidly rotating space channel. At the other end of the space channel, Zhang Ruochen could be seen pinching his paw standing there.

At the same time, a horrible suction fell on him.

It's the space of heaven and earth, which is pressed on him as much as possible.

The uncontrollable Nan Sheng flew to Zhang Ruochen as if falling into the abyss.

After all, Nan Sheng is a representative of the Yuanhui class, but he is not a wizard of the world. He has gone through hundreds of battles, pressed down the panic mood, and does not contend with that suction and release the power of death.

The strongest means of the dead is death thought.

As a heir to the life and death ruins of Tiannan, Nansheng not only reached the sixty-ninth level of spiritual strength, but also cultivated the power of death to the point of fascination. It is not an exaggeration to call him the most powerful spiritual sage under the realm of hell.

How powerful Qing Sixue's flesh is to get the true biography of the Lord of Truth. The attainments of the truth can be described as peaking, can explode ten times of attack power at any time, and even master the secret art of truth that erupts twenty times of attack power.

However, when he met Nan Sheng, he was restrained by the other party's powerful spiritual means, and eventually failed.

"Wow!"

Thousands of magic butterflies were condensed by the thought of death. The magic butterflies were colored in five colors, and the wings of the butterflies were sharper than the saber. They rushed out along the space channel.

Zhang Ruochen's double pupils contracted. Thousands of years ago, Nan Sheng, the pinnacle of life and death, condensed the death magic butterfly, only three colors. Now that so many colorful magic butterflies can be condensed, it is conceivable that his cultivation behavior must have exploded countless times.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew out and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

Zhang Ruochen pulled the lunge forward, holding the hilt in one hand and the sword body in the other.

"Wow!"

Man and sword become one.

The sword blends with the space.

The "one" of Kendo's sacred meaning instantly merges with people, swords, and space into a bright and dazzling light, which rushes into the space channel at an unparalleled speed.

"Boom!"

The sword light hits everywhere, and the Death Demon Butterfly explodes.

In the end, Jianguang collided with Nan Sheng.

On Nan Sheng's body, thirty-six phantoms of the Great Sacred Beast flew out, with white-scale flying dragons, real giant beasts, and red feather goddess ..., each phantom of the Great Sacred Beast blended with a rune.

Even so, at the moment when Zhang Ruochen's way of igniting the truth broke out thirty times its attack power, the thirty-six Da Shengsheng Beast's phantom collapsed.

"Poof!"

Jianguang struck Nan Sheng's chest, and blood mist splashed.

Hundreds of miles of space channels shattered, Nan Sheng flew out from inside, and a bowl-shaped blood hole appeared in his chest. When he fell to the sea, he finally reluctantly exerted a force to control the center of gravity of his body, and his feet stepped on the water.

The water surface exploded and the waves splashed.

Nan Sheng's skin was extremely pale, and there were dense cracks, just like ceramics, which seemed to break off with a touch.

He is the only one who can bear this sword.

His Fu Dao's attainments are high and deep, but he is a Heavenly Master. His tattoos are already engraved on his body, and they are integrated into the skin, muscles, bones and blood. It is the protection of the rune that his body did not explode, barely maintaining it!

It's just a sword, reinventing a representative member of the Yuanhui class with the identity of the Taoist Master.

The entire sea area was quiet, and the hustle and bustle disappeared, only the sound of wind and water waves.

Even if Qi and Yin Yuanchen's eyes are all fixed, some are unbelievable, and they no longer believe that the previous legendary Zhang Ruochen had only a life-long cultivation. Because, even if they want to hit Nan Sheng with a sword, it is difficult to reach the sky.

Zhang Ruochen's sword is too stunning, as if the star broke through the sky and the blazing sun fell to the ground.

The monks in the heavenly world looked at Shang Zi, and a questioning expression appeared on his face.

The news of "Zhang Ruochen is a realm of death and death for a lifetime" came from Shang Zixuan, who also claimed that Zhang Ruochen only cultivated the rules of ten trillion sacred words, and that he could kill the judge **** because someone in the world helped him in secret.

Now the facts are in front of me, is Zhang Ruochen really a monk in a lifetime?

Even the monks in paradise do not believe it.

Because, even Yan Wushen, who cultivated a first-class sacred meaning, was not so strong when he died for a lifetime.

After a short silence, the uproar sounded.

"Awesome Zhang Ruochen, who returns after a thousand years, still astounds the world, Nan Sheng is not his enemy."

"Zhang Ruochen must have reached the supremacy. With his ability to cultivate the second grade of saints, he really has the ability to compete with Yinqian and Yin Yuanchen."

...

The two Supreme Saints of the Temple of Death flew to the Southern Saints, trying to help him.

"Go away!"

A blast of death erupted inside Nansheng, flying the two Supreme Masters like scarecrows ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He took a quasi-imperial medicine healing medicine, swallowed it in his belly, and immediately 'S injuries quickly recovered.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I think you seem very defeated, but you still lost. After all, from now on, the world of dust belongs to me."

Nan Sheng has not spoken yet, but Shang Zixuan has already controlled a colorful cloud to fly, standing above the sea, looking down at Zhang Ruochen, saying: "Zhang Ruochen, you are not qualified to participate in the battle of the Ten Realms, nor even qualified to do the Ten Realms Lord. Your current behavior is very ridiculous, undoubtedly disturbing the order of the War of the Ten Realms, the monks of the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Destiny can kill you. "

Zhang Ruochen understands Shang Zixuan, and Zhang Zichen also understands Zhang Ruochen.

Shang Zixuan saw that Zhang Ruochen's behavior today was too abnormal, and he deliberately wanted to provoke a fight. Since this is the case, naturally he cannot be allowed to do so.

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