Eight Heavenly Fire Demon Butterflies brought Zhang Ruochen under the white cliff. They waved their wings and flew into the sea of ​​flowers, as if they didn't want to comprehend the pictures and texts of the truth.

"These demon butterflies are really interesting. They are obviously strong in their cultivation, but their minds are like little girls." Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.

However, the next moment, feeling two murderous auras coming from behind, Zhang Ruochen immediately put away his smile and stared at him.

Two creatures, one tall and one short, wearing the Holy Armor of Feipeng appeared in front of him.

The tall creature was two meters tall and three meters tall; the short creature was only one meters five meters tall, like a dwarf.

They are all human form, but Zhang Ruochen felt the powerful aura of beasts from them, cruel, fierce, and bloody. Even if he turned into a saint, the aura did not disappear, but became stronger.

The tall creature, named Li Hai, did not say a word, pinched the five fingers of his right hand into a claw shape, and his nails turned into golden sickle, and grabbed Zhang Ruochen's neck directly.

A simple claw has a powerful vortex energy and is squeezed from the outside to the inside.

Zhang Ruochen only felt the airflow from all directions pressing towards him, and the density of the air became increasingly greater, as if it had turned into a solid state.

"So strong. If it were another half-step saint king, just this pressure would be pressed to lie on the ground. Even the stronger half-step saint king would probably be pressed out of motion, and then he was hit by the creature with one claw, either dead or dead."

A strong "anger" erupted, like a flame burning in Zhang Ruochen's body.

When I just arrived here, the other party took such a ruthless move without discrimination. What does it mean?

Zhang Ruochen opened the 144 orifices of his whole body, and a large amount of holy energy was squirting out, breaking through the pressure of the airflow, and hitting Li Hai with one palm. As the palm power surged, there was also a fiery masculine energy.

"You actually broke free from the shackles of the airflow?"

A strange look appeared in Li Hai's eyes, and then he increased the power of his claws and exploded with all his strength.

"Bang."

The claws and palms collided, and a large amount of chaotic holy power shook.

A "cracking" sounded, and all the finger bones of the five fingers were broken. Li Hai flew backwards like a scarecrow.

Influenced by the Moody Pill, Zhang Ruochen's anger erupted very fiercely. He chased him up, grabbed one of Li Hai's legs, dragged him back, and threw him to the ground hard.

With a "bang", the ground with protective array patterns was arranged, and the shock was slightly shaken.

"Why attack me?"

"Why?"

"Who ordered it?"

"What the hell are you going to do? What the hell are you going to do?"

...

Every time Zhang Ruochen asked, he would step on it hard, causing Li Hai's bones to break. Even with the protection of Feipeng Saint Armor, it would be useless.

Because, whenever he wanted to stimulate the defensive power of Feipeng Saint Armor, Zhang Ruochen's feet fell down, stepping on him so that the holy power in his body would dissipate and unable to condense.

The short and thin creature named Li Shan did not expect that Zhang Ruochen was so powerful. With his younger brother's strength, he was beaten to the ground and unable to get up after meeting him.

"stop."

Li Shan shouted, stimulated the power of Feipeng's Saint Armor, and spread a pair of metal wings on his back, bursting out rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Zhang Ruochen's body.

Li Shan should be much more cautious. At the first time, he should mobilize the defensive power of the Feipeng Saint Armor. A golden Feipeng's phantom rushed out of the Saint Armor and protected him inside the phantom.

At the same time, he also used a knife-shaped holy weapon, which slashed towards Zhang Ruochen's waist like sweeping across thousands of troops.

The power of this sword is more than twice as powerful as Li Hai's previous claw.

In fact, Li Shan and Li Hai are both equally strong, and Li Hai has not mobilized the rules of truth. The reason why this sword is so powerful is because of the blessing of the power of Fei Peng Saint Armor.

"Why are you attacking me?"

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his right hand and directly grabbed the sword of the Ten Thousand-Secret Sacred Artifact-level in Li Shan's hand. He dragged it forward and easily dissolved the power on the knife.

"How is that possible?"

Li Shan showed an incredible look. Before he could retreat, his eyes turned dark and he was slapped on the ground by the other party's palm. The holy knife in his hand was also taken away.

The phantom of flying rolls that protected him had been broken long ago.

Zhang Ruochen held the holy knife and slashed downwards.

"Why attack me?"

"What kind of hatred do we have?"

...

The sound of "bang bang" kept ringing, and the Feipeng Holy Armor was slashed with sparks, and the sword energy penetrated into the armor, leaving bloody mouths of varying depths on Li Shan's body.

After being stepped on by Zhang Ruochen, he was unable to get up and fight back. But with the protection of Feipeng Saint Armor, he was not killed. But the aggrieved feeling in his heart made him want to die on the spot.

In the square, more than half of the monks were alarmed and looked over in shock.

"Where did the ruthless man come from? He actually beat Li Hai and Li Shan down?"

"So fierce, is it because of a tendency to abuse?"

"Li Hai and Li Shan have dealt with many monks who want to pursue the fairy of Flowers. Their methods are quite cruel. Unexpectedly, they met a more cruel guy, which is really a cause and effect."

The Sons of God and the Grandson also showed a look of surprise. It was obvious that even they were misleading. The strength of that human man was really not simple.

Prince Jinpeng knew very well how powerful Li Hai and Li Shan’s combat power were. Both of them were sub-perfect physical constitutions and could suppress him when they encountered an ordinary one-step Saint King, otherwise they would not be qualified to follow him.

Li Hai was taken down by Zhang Ruochen, and he could only say he was too careless.

However, Li Shan was very cautious. He not only used the Wanzhi Holy Artifact, but also used the power of Feipeng Saint Armor, but was easily suppressed by the human man.

Such characters are either those with the highest ranking in the "Saint Merit List" or those with the holy king level.

Prince Jin Peng believed even more that Zhang Ruochen was the latter, a saint king-level figure, but he carried a treasure of mental power, deliberately hiding his true cultivation and wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

"This human is really arrogant. It depends on the owner when beating a dog, right?"

Seeing Li Hai and Li Shan being abused by Zhang Ruochen, Prince Jin Peng's face was quite cold. However, as his identity, he naturally disdained to deal with an unknown person with his true identity, so as not to let the other guys present laugh at him.

Prince Jinpeng pulled off a hair from his head and blew it. There was a lot of holy power and some holy rules, and he vomited out in that breath and merged into his hair.

Then, the hair flew up, bursting with dazzling golden light, and turning into a clone that looked exactly like Prince Jinpeng.

Seeing this scene, a monk from Qianrui Realm present exclaimed: "Intermediate level holy art, thirty-six clones."

"Wow—"

Prince Jin Peng's clone shook slightly, and his body became blurred. When he appeared again, he was already standing not far from Zhang Ruochen.

The golden light coming from the clone of Prince Jinpeng was like it could shine on the heaven and earth, making it difficult for Zhang Ruochen to open his eyes. It was obviously just a figure, but in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, it looked like a golden-winged roc with a body of hundreds of miles long entrenched there.

The aura emitted from the clone is many times stronger than Li Hai and Li Shan, and it is not at the same level of power at all.

Although he could not control his emotions, Zhang Ruochen's thoughts were still very clear.

The intermediate-level holy art "Thirty-six Clans". Once you have successfully practiced, pull out a hair and you can condense a clone. The power of the clone is equivalent to about 10% of the true body's strength.

Thirty-six clones can be sent out at the same time, so they can help the real person do a lot of things.

It is said that there are even more powerful "Seventy-Two Clans", which are high-level holy techniques. Each clone can have 30% of the power of the true body. The seventy-Two Clans appear at the same time, which is enough to help the true body kill cultivators with more powerful cultivation.

Prince Jinpeng just pulled out a hair and condensed his clone was so powerful. It can be imagined that his true body must be ten times more terrifying.

However, Zhang Ruochen was not afraid at all, but instead released the body of the unmoved Mingwang, glared back, and confronted Prince Jinpeng's clone.

"You mean to them to deal with me?"

Zhang Ruochen lifted Li Hai and Li Shan up with one hand, then threw it at Prince Jin Peng and said, "Please take care of your dog. If you dare to bite people again, I will destroy them for you."

The monks present were shocked to see that the human man dared to speak like this to Prince Jinpeng.

There has never been a monk who dared to be so disrespectful to Prince Jinpeng.

"I have a lot of courage, I just don't know whether he is worthy of such courage?" The Son of the Immortal God looked a little interested.

Prince Jin Peng's clone, seeing that the gods and grandsons stared at him with joke-like eyes, turned colder and murderous aura surged out, and said, "Kneel down immediately and kowtow three times to this prince, perhaps it will make my anger fade. Otherwise, when my anger erupts, you will regret coming to this world."

"This is the temple of Qianrui Realm. Can you threaten me?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Sometimes, death is easier, and living is a pain."

When he said this, the power of Prince Jin Peng's clone completely exploded, and the powerful holy power wrapped Zhang Ruochen in.

All the scenes in front of Zhang Ruochen disappeared, leaving only the rolling golden waves, a golden bird that lasted hundreds of miles long hovered above his head. With a deafening cry, the golden bird stretched out a claw and suppressed it with its surging holy power.

Suddenly, it was as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had sunk.
Chapter completed!