The powerful killing methods shocked the clan monks and clearly realized that the successors of time and space have grown up, and it will never be easy for the court to arrest him in the future.

At the same time, in the Qinglong Ruins Realm, there are probably very few creatures who can suppress him.

Only Prince Qingtian could remain calm. Fire light radiated in his pupils, and the fluctuations of his body continued to rise, saying, "Zhang Ruochen, you don't want to see the true strength of this prince, you will fulfill you now."

Prince Qingtian spread his arms, and his blood poured out with rolling blood, drawing a huge circle.

The center of the circle condenses the word "fire".

Just one word, it emits a dazzling light, just like the light that evolved into a scorching sun, completely reflecting this world into red.

Some human semi-saints, even if they stand a hundred miles away, feel like they are standing in boiling water.

The high temperature in the air is enough to steam the living creatures.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the word "Fire" hanging in the sky and recited: "Nine-character Divine Skilling Art."

"That's right, it's the Nine-character Divine Skill of the Clan."

Prince Qingtian flew up from the ground and came to the bottom of the word "fire". Behind him, a phantom of an ancient silhouette appeared faintly.

The sacred beast is a divine beast from the ancient times. According to legend, it can carry 100,000 mountains, fill the ocean, and build 6 places.

The Nine-character God-killing Art is the holy art of the Wuyi clan. It is said that in ancient times, the ancestors of the Wuyi clan did use this holy art to kill gods.

This kind of holy art is named because of it.

The silhouette clan has long been extinct, with only some legends left.

However, many years ago, the Blood Emperor of Qingtian traveled in the ocean and arrived in the Western Yue Dynasty. According to legend, a large 6 built by the Siyue Dynasty for the Siyue Dynasty is not comparable to the large 6 in Kunlun Realm, but it is also extremely vast.

There, the Qingtian Blood Emperor grabbed a sacred sacred sac.

That silhouette is a remnant of ancient species.

Later, the Blood Emperor of Qingtian rewarded the blood of the sacred to the Prince of Qingtian. The beast soul of the sacred to the second prince. The bones of the sacred were given to the third prince.

The three of them not only gained part of the power of the sacred clan, but also inherited the inheritance of the sacred clan.

The blood of the sliver is undoubtedly the most precious part.

It was from the blood of the sacred blood that Prince Qingtian comprehended the practice method of the sacred clan "The sacred Tantra", and thus embarked on the path of practicing the physical body.

The level of "The Secretariat of the Sect" is Yue Sheng Ci, and is a divine-level cultivation technique.

Of course, Prince Qingtian is not a real sacred seed. He just refined the blood of the sacred seed and comprehended some of the remaining sacred texts from the blood, which is less than one-tenth of the real sacred seed.

This is not the first time Zhang Ruochen has seen the Nine-character God-killing Art. The second prince of the Qingtian tribe also used this kind of holy technique.

The second prince just cultivated the Nine-character Divine Punishment Art to the level of pictographic reality, and is far from comparable to Prince Qingtian.

The Nine Characters of Killing Gods, every time you improve the level of realm, the power it explodes will definitely increase exponentially.

"Nine characters kill the gods, fire characters burn the sky."

Prince Qingtian typed out the word "fire" and hit Zhang Ruochen.

The huge fireball, looking up from the ground, occupied a quarter of the sky, much like the sun falling down, making all living beings feel suffocated.

The monks of the Immortal Blood Clan obviously received a message from Prince Qingtian in advance and had already retreated to a distance.

Zhang Ruochen's fingers looked upwards.

The space above immediately shattered and opened, forming a hole as big as a fireball in diameter and collapsed rapidly inside.

In the hole in the space, there was nothingness, and a powerful suction force was emitted, swallowing the word "fire".

The ancient holy art performed by Prince Qingtian instantly dissipated invisible.

Prince Qingtian frowned and typed the word "water" again, forming a magnificent river. In the long river, silver-gray light radiated, very much like a Milky Way hanging from the Nine Heavens.

However, Zhang Ruochen still used the means of space collapse to resolve the word "water" saint technique.

"Your Nine-character God-killing Art is indeed very powerful, it has the power to destroy the world, but it cannot hurt me." Zhang Ruochen said lightly.

Not long ago, Prince Qingtian found a way to crack Zhang Ruochen's space attack and said the same thing.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Ruochen used space attacks to crack his strongest attack method.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen and Prince Qingtian both understood one thing. Using space attacks and the Nine-character God-killing Technique could not hurt each other at all.

"You have already attacked so many moves, should you take my sword?"

Zhang Ruochen raised the ancient sword of Chenyuan above his head, and in an instant, he reached the state of unity of man and sword, and used the Five Swords.

The man and the sword turned into a shuttle of light and rose into the sky.

"Wow—"

This sword is extremely powerful, causing chaotic sword energy to condense between heaven and earth.

Four golden wings rushed out of Prince Qingtian's back.

Immediately afterwards, a golden spherical light shield condensed across the outer edge of his body.

At the same time, Prince Qingtian took out a crystal clear crystal scepter, hit forward, and shot out a blood-red pillar of light.

"Bang."

The ancient sword of Chenyuan penetrated the golden light shield, and the tip of the sword collided with the crystal scepter, forming a circle of red and black energy ripples, surging out into the sky.

It is obvious that Prince Qingtian's crystal scepter is not an ordinary item. The inside of the scepter is densely packed with inscriptions, emitting a crimson light, just like the blood vessels in the human body.

Prince Qingtian's spiritual consciousness was quite keen. He noticed the changes in the flow of time around him. He realized the danger and immediately sank downward and fell to the ground.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen used the scale sword technique and slashed through the edge of Prince Qingtian's neck with a sword, cutting down a long strand.

Prince Qingtian fell to the ground, and a shallow blood mark appeared on his neck, and a drop of blood was slid down. He screamed in his heart: "It's so dangerous."

“What a quick response.”

Zhang Ruochen was a little disappointed and failed to cut off Prince Qingtian's head.

If it succeeds, then he can use Prince Qingtian's head to shock all the immortal blood clans in the Qinglong Ruins Realm in one fell swoop.

Prince Qingtian is ranked seventh in the "Semi-Saint Outer List", so there are naturally many outstanding things. How easy is it to kill it?

"What's the point of fighting between two people? Can you add me?"

Outside the sky, a dragon roar that shook the sky and the earth came.

I saw a black demon cloud, which seemed vast and flew towards the camp of the Qingtian tribe.

Zhang Ruochen and Prince Qingtian were heading towards Mo Yun at the same time, both frowned.

The Demon Swallowing Dragon is here!

"Fight again another day."

Zhang Ruochen put away the ancient sword of Chenyuan and used the space movement. In an instant, he arrived dozens of miles away and left this battlefield that had been beaten to pieces.

Zhang Ruochen is injured and is not suitable for long-term battles.

Moreover, he had just broken through to the eighth-level half-saint, and his realm was not stable enough. Now, if he fought with Prince Qingtian and Demon Swallowing the Heavenly Demon Dragon, he would suffer a lot.

So, he chose to retreat.

"Your Highness, should we stop Zhang Ruochen?"

Zuotian Blood Saint's eyes were a little gloomy, and he asked Prince Qingtian for his opinion.

Zhang Ruochen's threat is too great and must be removed.

With just one word from Prince Qingtian, even if the Saint Zuotian Blood knew that he would die, he would untie the seal in his body, use the power of leaving the holy realm, and die with Zhang Ruochen.

Prince Qingtian naturally understood what the Blood Saint Zuotian wanted to do. He stared at the direction where Zhang Ruochen left, shook his head gently, and said, "There is no need to fight to the death, it hasn't reached that point yet. I still have one trick that has not been used. If I really want to have a life-and-death duel, the person who died is definitely not me."

"However, Zhang Ruochen is now a first-line master who has officially entered the holy realm. He has just entered the eighth-level half-saint realm. Next, his cultivation and strength will enter a stage of rapid growth. I also have to step up my cultivation and strive to sanctify some acupoints. Otherwise, I may suffer a great loss when I face him next time."

The Demon Dragon of the Heaven-Swallowing Heaven and a large number of beast kings were coming soon. Prince Qingtian didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he immediately led the monks of the Qingtian tribe to leave.

Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo stood on the top of a hill, looking at the surging blood clouds in the desert in the distance.

In the blood clouds, there is the immortal blood clan of the Qingtian tribe.

Their blood and energy are too strong, so they condense into a huge cloud.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Why haven't your infinite holy fire been displayed?"

"ah?"

Qing Mo was stunned for a moment, looking a little cute, and said, "You didn't let me show it?"

"It shouldn't be too late to use it now."

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly.

Qingmo pulled out the infinite holy fire, like a rain of fire, falling from the sky, falling into the blood cloud in the distance, and falling among the monks of the Immortal Blood Clan.

"Chichi."

Even if it is just a small flame falling on the ground, it will melt a large area of ​​yellow sand around it into red droplets.
To be continued...