Qi Hong immediately sat down cross-legged and folded his hands together. As for the position of his chest and brows, a mark of magical power emerged. Chinese website ≤≤ ＜ ≤ ≦ ﹤＜ com

As the Mark of the Divine Martial Arts kept spinning, a white sacred brilliance spread out, wrapping his body and beginning to dispel the evil spirit of death with all his strength.

After all, the evil wickedness contained in Dan Wan is limited. Qi Hong mobilized the light of the half-holy, and gradually suppressed the evil wickedness in his body.

"Semi-Holy practice is so powerful." Zhang Ruochen's face changed.

The evil spirit of death in Dan Wan was enough to make the ten monks in the ninth transformation of the ichthyosaur die in an instant. However, Qi Hong was so terribly powerful that he even forced this evil spirit out slowly.

While Qi Hong has not completely forced the evil spirit of death out of his body, he must be killed.

"Jianyi."

Zhang Ruochen held the golden snake holy sword, his body and sword merged into a golden light shuttle, and he stabbed Qi Hong with all his strength.

"Lin Yue, you are too underestimated, you can rely on your little cultivation, and one of the half saints can also kill you." Qi Hong's mouth did not move, but she used spiritual power A sound rang through the surrounding space.

"Yuan Ling, cut that kid."

Just then, in the imprint of Qi Hong ’s eyebrows, a white holy sword flew out and greeted Zhang Ruochen.

The white holy sword, named "Yuan Ling", is Qi Hong's destiny sword. He has followed Qi Hong for 160 years.

Qi Hong injected a lot of holy spirit into the Yuanling Holy Sword. As long as this holy spirit is not exhausted, the sword spirit of the Holy Sword can independently attack the enemy.

"Oh!"

Yuanling Holy Sword exudes eye-catching sword light, slashes the sword, chops out a tens of meters of sword air, and flies Zhang Ruochen out.

Just a holy sword with an attack power far surpasses the monk in the ninth transformation of Yulong, with the power to kill Zhang Ruochen.

Jian Ling's voice sounded, "junior, take another sword."

"Oh!"

More than three hundred sword qis emerged from the Yuanling Holy Sword at the same time, forming a roaring sword qi storm, flying towards Zhang Ruochen. The chaotic sword air left dense marks on the ground, as if the entire hill was to be flattened.

In the center of the Jianqi Storm, Yuanling's holy sword became more than thirty meters long, the door panel was so wide, and it carried a force of destruction.

It was a rather horrifying power, comparable to that of Ouyang Yan's Blue Sky Demon.

Zhang Ruochen immediately drew the Qiankun Shenmu map into a huge scroll, and wanted to take away the Holy Spirit Sword.

Yuanling's holy sword is extremely intelligent. Feeling the suction on the Qiankun Shenmu map, it immediately soared into the sky and walked away from it.

Immediately, a cold voice sounded and laughed: "Good boy, there is still a treasure in your body. Since this is the case, I am smiling!"

Qi Hong was still sitting on the ground, but a translucent shadow broke away from him, stood up directly, took a step forward, and condensed into a person who looked exactly like Qi Hong.

It's like the soul comes out.

"Half-sacred clone."

Zhang Ruochen's face changed, without any hesitation, immediately spreading the dragon wings on his back, and fled to the distance as quickly as possible.

The half-holy avatar has part of the power of the half-holy, and it is by no means the current Zhang Ruochen who can overcome.

Although the meteor cloak was taken away by Qi Hong, as long as Zhang Ruochen could save his life, he would naturally have a chance to take it back in the future.

"Is this kid a member of the dragon half race?"

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's back spreading a pair of dragon wings, Qi Hong turned into a doubtful expression.

Then, with his arm stretched out, he took the Yuanling Holy Sword back to Zhang Ruochen and hurried up.

Zhang Ruochen glanced back and saw Qi Hong's avatar getting closer and closer.

They chased each other and fled.

On the way, they fought four times, and each time Zhang Ruochen ran away dangerously.

"Zhang Ruochen, the situation is terrible. Now, we are only chased after a clone, and we have been chased to the sky. There is no way to the ground. If Qi Hong's deity completely forced the evil spirit out of his body, he chased Come up, don't we have no more way to live? "Xiao Hei said.

It had already drilled out of Zhang Ruochen's sleeves, stood on his shoulders, and continuously carved out the pattern inscriptions, hitting the direction behind him, hindering the degree of Qi Hong's avatar.

"The time is still immature. When the time is ripe, I will use the power of space to punch that avatar into the void." Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold.

There is no way, based on his current practice, he can only use the power of time and space to have the opportunity to kill the demigod.

In order to avoid identity exposure, Zhang Ruochen has only one shot, so he must be very careful.

About two thousand miles fled.

Zhang Ruochen broke into a rather strange area. The ground was black and the grass was not growing. Moreover, no matter the sky or the ground, there is no sky and earth aura at all.

It means that once you break in, the vigor in the monk's body will continue to be consumed. Moreover, unable to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to make up for the physical exhaustion, the monk will only become weaker and weaker.

Zhang Ruochen encountered such a strange place for the first time.

There are many ancient ruins and forbidden areas in the Falling Gods Mountains. In some areas, even if the Holy One breaks in, there will be great danger.

At this moment, the area where Zhang Ruochen broke into is likely to be a relic.

Xiao Hei jumped off Zhang Ruochen's shoulder, fell to the ground, and sniffed with his nose.

In the dirt, it smelled a **** scent, and said, "It's so old-fashioned, is this place a medieval ruin?"

Zhang Ruochen stopped, did not dare to continue to move forward, displayed Tianyan, and looked up into the distance.

A hundred feet away, a cloud of black air rose from the ground. The shape of the clouds is like a group of fierce ghosts with open teeth dancing claws, containing a powerful Yin, blocking the light of the sky eyes.

"I feel a murderous breath lingering here. Once you break into it, you may die without a burial place." Zhang Ruochen's face was quite dignified and he felt quite dangerous.

Zhang Ruochen was about to step back, but just after turning around, Qi Hong's avatar was chasing up from behind, levitating a few feet from the ground.

Qi Hong was sneered with a cold smile, and said condescendingly, "Lin Yue, hand over the previous picture, this place can consider it and spare your life."

Zhang Ruochen deliberately showed a relaxed look, and smiled, "Is that so? Don't you want to thank the seniors, forgive me for not dying?"

"Don't toast or drink."

Qi Hong's eyes sank, and he raised his palm to mobilize a sense of sacredness.

"Open cloud palm."

Kaiyun Palm is a very powerful ghost-level martial art. The power exerted by the half-sacred avatar is naturally much stronger than that displayed by monk Yulongjing.

Zhang Ruochen exhibited Sword Two and rose into the sky, colliding with Kai Yunzhang fiercely.

Strong palm force, even Jian Er is difficult to break through.

In the end, the huge palm print flew Zhang Ruochen out, flew a hundred feet away, and fell into the depth of the ancient ruins.

Zhang Ruochen supported the ground with one hand and clenched the sword handle with the other hand, and blood continued to flow from his mouth, but his heart was quite firm.

Secretly, he released the space domain, covering the space of ten miles.

Qi Hong's clone did not want to kill Zhang Ruochen immediately, but wanted to capture him, use the secret technique of soul searching, and look for something from his memory.

It is precisely because of this mentality that he gave Zhang Ruochen a chance to survive.

"Junior, do you still want to dying? I tell you the truth, my deity has completely pushed that evil spirit out of my body and rushed in this direction. Do you think there is a need to continue to resist?

Qi Hong's avatar fell to the ground, walked in front of Zhang Ruochen, and smiled coldly. He is like a judge, lifting the holy sword of the soul, stabbing at Zhang Ruochen's brows.

There was also a weird smile on Zhang Ruochen's face. Then, his fingers moved forward.

"Wow--"

Just then, the space in front of Zhang Ruochen twisted fiercely.

Yuan Ling's holy sword was stabbed to Zhang Ruochen, but suddenly, it turned 180 degrees, and stabbed at Qi Hong's clone.

Qi Hong showed a hint of shock, never seeing such a weird thing, so without any thought, he immediately retreated backward.

However, Zhang Ruochen exhibited the "collapse of space" first, which made the space behind Qi Hong's body rupture and turn into a huge void with a diameter of ten feet.

"boom!"

The shattered space is like the eye of a storm, sending out a powerful engulfing force, forming a huge vortex of energy, sweeping Qi Hong's avatar and Yuanling Holy Sword into it at the same time.

"You are ... the force of space ..."

At the last moment, Qi Hong's clone finally came to his senses. He widened his eyes, looking at Zhang Ruochen like a ghost.

"Oh!"

After a while ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Qi Hong's avatar and Yuanling Holy Sword, at the same time, they were torn into pieces by the broken space.

The power of space can destroy everything.

At the moment when Qi Hong's avatar and Yuanling's Holy Sword were broken, eight hundred miles away, Qi Hong's deity was like being boxed by a trick, his throat was sweet, and a hint of holy blood flowed out of his mouth.

"What's going on? A small forest prince can actually destroy my avatar and destroy my sword of destiny? What happened?"

Under normal circumstances, the deity can perceive everything experienced by the avatar.

Unless the avatar is killed in an instant, it will be too late to send the message back to the deity.

Whether it is a clone or a destiny sword, once destroyed, it will cause great trauma to Qi Hong. This level of trauma, even if it takes a panacea, will take at least a year to fully recover.

Qi Hong was very angry and flew forward at a faster rate.