The Marquis of Rakshasa, who was hiding around the temple, found Qing Mo. Then, a woman of Rakshasa of the third-class marquis raised an ebony holy staff and waved towards the direction where Qing Mo was.

While Qing Mo was running rapidly, a large piece of black feather flew out of the swamp, and quietly wrapped it from behind her.

Zhang Ruochen held the Blue Sky Bow and shot an arrow.

"Wow—"

The sun arrow shattered the black feathers all over the sky, turned into an arc of light, hitting the Rakshasa woman of the third-class marquis.

With a slight whistle, the Rakshasa woman's body was shot through, flew backwards, and fell into a sea of ​​fire, and her whole body burned.

In an instant, it turned into ashes.

Qing Mo was startled and turned around and looked behind him.

I saw a figure flashing by. The next moment, Zhang Ruochen had already appeared in front of her and said, "It's really rash. Don't you know that it's dangerous here?"

While walking towards the temple, Zhang Ruochen pulled the bowstring and shot another arrow in an unknown direction.

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In the temple, the battle is coming to an end.

There are only a dozen saints who are still alive.

After all, Canglan Martial Saint has not reached the level of the Supreme Saint. Even if the holy blood in his body is burning, he can only compete with Tiangehou.

As time goes by, the side effects brought by burning the holy blood are revealed, and the combat power of the Canglan Martial Saint burst out rapidly, and his body becomes weaker and weaker.

Tiange Hou chuckled, touched the waist, and then pulled out a golden chain.

"Binding the Holy Lock."

The golden chain was originally only one meter long, but as the evil spirit injected in, it suddenly rotated and became longer and longer, and the sky was filled with shadows of chains.

With the weak state of Canglan Martial Saint at this moment, he could not dodge at all, and his snow-white neck was entangled by the bound holy lock.

"come over."

The Tiange Hou exerted force, and then the Canglan Martial Saint was pulled over by him like a paper man.

"It is impossible to enslave the saint, so why do we die together?"

The Martial Saint Canglan bit his teeth tightly and felt quite humiliated. He circulated the holy energy in his body, trying to explode the sea of ​​energy and the holy source. However, the Saint Bound Lock contained an extremely evil force, which actually suppressed the holy energy in her body.

If the holy energy cannot be activated, it will naturally not be able to explode itself.

"Bang."

The Martial Saint Canglan fell heavily to the ground, and the golden chains on his neck made a clamor, dragging her to the side of Ling Quan Shaojun's combat boots.

"ah……"

As the leader of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl, Canglan Martial Saint has the identity and status of calling wind and rain in the Kunlun Realm. He has never suffered such humiliation. However, he wanted to die but could not die, and he was indescribable to his heart.

In addition, several other first-class marquis also used the Holy Binding Lock to tie up all other saints.

The saints of Kunlun Realm have lost their combat ability.

Young Master Ling Quan stared at the slender and snow-white body of the Canglan Martial Saint under his feet, and then looked at other Xuannvs and Confucian and Taoist monks, and smiled contemptuously: "I told you a long time ago that you will be obedient, but you will not believe it. With your strength, you should have a sense of awe in the face of the Rakshasa clan."

Only the talented woman in the Holy Books are still struggling to support her with the Holy Books of Confucian ancestors.

"Break it for me."

Baiyun Hou held a dark red battle axe, mobilizing the evil spirit in his body, and slashed with an axe. Then, a shadow of axe dozens of feet long appeared.

"Boom."

The pages of the Confucian ancestor's holy books were trembling violently.

Hundreds of thousands of words were scattered out by the power of the battle axe.

A muffled sound came from the mouth of the talented woman in the Holy Book, and her slender body flew backwards like a yellow leaf in the wind. The Confucian ancestor Shengshu lost the support of his mental power and fell from mid-air.

Baiyunhou laughed loudly, pulled out the Saint-Binding Lock, and swung his arm out. The Saint-Binding Lock turned into a long golden thread, wrapping around the slender willow waist of the talented woman in the Holy Book.

At this moment, a big crystal red hand stretched out from under the steps of the temple, grabbed the Holy Lock of Bound, and dissolved all the power on the chain.

"Swish."

Zhang Ruochen's Zhuoran figure rushed up from below the temple, and the next moment, he was already standing opposite Baiyunhou.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the Holy Lock with one hand, and held the other hand upwards, pressing it on the waist of the talented woman in the Holy Book who fell from above.

The delicate body of the talented woman in the Holy Book trembled gently, then turned her pretty face, and her starry eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen's knife-like contour. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly.

But the next moment, she immediately withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and even the curve of the corners of her mouth restrained.

"It's him."

Canglan Martial Saint, Si Ming Goddess and others were slightly stunned. They never expected that Zhang Ruochen would come here.

The nine first-class marquis present were slightly surprised when they saw the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in, and then they sneered again.

"Master Baiyun, what are you waiting for? Behead him." Marquis Tiange said.

Baiyunhou's arm suddenly exerted force, stimulating the inscription in the Holy Lock. Then, purple lightning emerged from the chains and turned into dozens of electric dragons, rushing towards Zhang Ruochen with his teeth and claws.

A large piece of lightning surged out of Zhang Ruochen's palm, shattering the electric dragons. Then, he pulled back suddenly, and a huge force spread from the Holy Binding Lock to the Baiyun Hou.

The next moment, Baiyun Hou's body was actually pulled towards Zhang Ruochen by that force.

"not good……"

Baiyun Hou realized that Zhang Ruochen's strength was quite powerful, far beyond the group of Kunlun Realm Saints, so he quickly picked up the battle axe, stimulated tens of thousands of inscription patterns in the battle axe, and suddenly slashed towards Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen wore crystal red boxing gloves on his palm, and immediately formed a palm print and slapped it into the sky with one palm.

"Ao!"

The deafening dragon roar sounded, and a green fire dragon hundreds of meters long flew out of Zhang Ruochen's palm and collided with Baiyunhou.

"Boom."

Baiyun Hou flew backwards, and his strong body hit a pillar of the temple, causing the entire temple to shake gently.

When Baiyunhou slid to the ground, he found that the holy armor on his body had been burned out with tiny holes.

"Purify the divine fire."

Bai Yunhou's face changed slightly, and he stared at Zhang Ruochen again, with a look of fear in his eyes.

The other first-class marquis present also put away their smiles. Even if they did not fight with Zhang Ruochen, they could see that Zhang Ruochen was quite powerful and was a real ruthless character in the Heavenly Court Realm.

Zhang Ruochen put the talented girl in the Holy Book on the ground, took back the palm pressing on her slender waist, stood straight, and glanced at the Marquis of Rakshasa and the Saint of Kunlun Realm present.

The Martial Saint Canglan fell to the ground, with a sage lock wrapped around his neck. He touched Zhang Ruochen's gaze and immediately lowered his head, hoping to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Finally, Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on the young master Ling Quan.

Young Master Lingquan was also looking at Zhang Ruochen, as if he had recognized him, and a smile appeared on his face: "Zhang Ruochen, I have been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to come to him on your own initiative."

Zhang Ruochen had a strong aura and was extremely cold, and said, "It may not be that I came to you, maybe I gave you a ride."

Young Master Ling Quan grinned his lips and said, "Your strength is indeed not bad. But you can't be too blind and confident. There are nine first-class marquis present. How many can you beat?"

"According to the current situation, I have no other choice, I can only fight with nine."

Zhang Ruochen inspired the Hundred Saints Blood Armor to wrap his body, and then took out the Ancient Sword of the Abyss, and his entire aura became extremely sharp.

The Marquis of Tiange mentioned the bronze warrior and walked towards Zhang Ruochen, laughing in a deep voice: "This Marquis has killed many human saints, but this is the first time I have encountered a human as arrogant as you."

The saints in Kunlun Realm also sighed secretly.

The ten Rakshasa monks present were not ordinary people. Each of them had the strength to fight against the Holy King. When they met a saint, they could sweep.

If Zhang Ruochen had appeared earlier and joined forces with them, he might have even made a bloody path.

But now...

With Zhang Ruochen's strength, it is not easy to defeat the two first-class marquises. It is impossible to fight against the nine first-class marquis, plus a young master of Ling Quan with unfathomable strength.

Faced with such a formation, even a person at the level of a Saint King can only retreat.

Mr. Tiange was quite confident in his strength, but he was not an arrogant person. He glanced at Mr. Baiyun and said, "We join forces to deal with him."

Baiyunhou nodded, his fighting spirit was boiling, and he also wanted to defeat Zhang Ruochen and find the face he had just lost.

Young Master Ling Quan hugged his arms in front of his chest, looking calm and relaxed, and said, "I want to live."

The biggest purpose of Young Master Lingquan came to the ancestral spirit world was to deal with Zhang Ruochen. Since His Royal Highness is so optimistic about him, Young Master Lingquan would capture him and tame him into a battle pet.

Only in this way can His Highness the Princess know that Young Master Lingquan is more powerful and stronger than this human man.

Baiyun Hou and Tiange Hou flew away from the ground at the same time, and a vast evil spirit surged out of their bodies, as if they had turned into two dark demon clouds.

The Lintian Battle Ge and the Giant Hoist Axe both trembled violently. Inside, the two weapon spirits appeared, which turned out to be two huge demon shadows in human form.

“Suppress.”

Under the control of the two first-class marquises, two sacred artifacts burst out with perfect power and bombarded Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen's pupils quickly contracted, and his right foot stepped on the ground. Then, he stimulated the first power of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor, one hundred soul shadows of the lower realm saints rushed out of the armor and stood in a hundred different directions.

"break."

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the power of the hundred saints and used the True One Thunder Fire Sword Technique.

With a sword, a torrent formed by the interweaving sword energy and lightning condensed, which was more than ten miles long and bombarded the two sacred objects of thousands of patterns.

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Chapter completed!