Zhang Ruochen quickly came out of his palm, and a cloud of fire condensed, submerging Shang Zi's two halves of Han corpse.

"Bang."

Shang Zi's two halves of Han's body burst into pieces in an instant, and then burned into nothingness by the fire clouds, leaving nothing behind.

Then, Zhang Ruochen took out the secret script of time and space, took in the Wanlian Tower that he wanted to fly away, and suppressed it with all his strength.

Losing one of the ten thousand refining towers, the faction in the Heaven Realm lacks a complete supreme holy weapon.

After all, there are seven towers in Wanlian Tower, which together is a complete and powerful supreme holy weapon.

"The second one is still the last one."

Zhang Ruochen whispered coldly.

Now the power released by the Five Colored Merit Divine Monument has become weaker, and it is no longer possible to completely restrict him from using his time and space methods.

Of course, this is also because he has achieved extremely high achievements in the path of time and space. If anyone else had no way to break through the suppression of the Five-Colored Merit Divine Monument.

It was precisely through the way of space that Zhang Ruochen was not trapped by the cage built by Shang Zipeng with bone talismans, and he took the opportunity to kill another Shang Zipeng.

In just a blink of an eye, two of the three Shangzi were killed, leaving only one seriously injured corpse.

In contrast, the flame corpse is wearing three-colored armor and has too strong defense, which is more difficult to kill than Yuan corpse and Han corpse, so Zhang Ruochen kept it for the end.

"Oh no, Zi Yang is in danger. Saint King Yan Lin, take action quickly."

Seeing Shang Zigong entering the danger, Sihan quickly spoke to a powerful angel clan.

This strong man from the angel clan is handsome, carrying four snow-white wings and emitting a sacred light.

Although his cultivation has not reached the realm of Lindao, the aura emitted by his body is far stronger than many powerful people in the realm of Lindao.

The Saint King Yan Lin was holding a wide-blade holy sword in his hand, with no expression on his face.

“Buzz.”

Just as the Holy King Yan Lin was about to rescue Shang Zipeng, the wide-blade holy sword he was leaning on suddenly trembled, as if he was being pulled by some kind of force.

Feeling the trembling of the holy sword, the Holy King Yan Lin did not dare to act rashly, and his eyes swept around to find out the source of this power.

Somehow, he felt a huge threat inexplicably.

"Rumbling."

Suddenly, a divine cloud rolled in the dark sky, and the sound of swords roaring at the sky was heard, as if billions of divine swords were flying from the sky.

Such a huge movement immediately alarmed everyone present, and they couldn't help but turn their eyes to the direction where the sword sounded.

Tianyu was torn apart at this moment, and a pitch-black behemoth flew out, emitting a suffocating terrifying pressure.

"Hmm? It's a black owl. What kind of bird is this? Is the new breed of owl?"

After seeing the huge figure clearly, many people couldn't help but show strange expressions.

The next moment, everyone's eyes locked at the source of the sword sound, which was a silver long sword held in the hands of a pretty girl.

The pretty girl looked fifteen or sixteen years old and looked a little immature and tender, but her eyebrows exuded a sense of heroism, just like the silver sword she held in her hand, showing her sharpness.

He was wearing extremely close-fitting armor, fully showing his concave and convex figure. His face was delicate and he could not find any flaws. His skin was fair and delicate, just like the most beautiful mutton fat jade, and he was like a jade man.

"The owl looks familiar. I remembered it. It seemed to be the one that followed Zhang Ruochen."

A monk reacted and revealed the origin of the owl.

In this way, everyone understood one thing, that the person who came must belong to Zhang Ruochen, otherwise how could he walk with the owl beside Zhang Ruochen.

But with so many strong people present, no one knows the identity of the pretty girl, as if it emerges out of thin air.

"Hehe, it's really lively. It seems that we're not too late." Xiao Hei couldn't help laughing.

As if he heard someone saying "owl", Xiao Hei immediately shouted: "I am an immortal bird, the invincible emperor of the Heaven and Earth that was invincible 100,000 years ago. You are an owl, and your whole family is an owl."

Hearing this, the person who spoke just now immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to say anything else.

There is no way. No matter how powerful Xiao Hei is, the aura emitted by his body is indeed very intimidating and makes people dare not provoke him casually.

"No matter who you are, you will have a dead end to come here."

The Holy King Yan Lin shouted coldly.

Xiao Hei turned his eyes to the Holy King Yan Lin, glanced at his eyes sideways, and said disdainfully: "Do you think I am scared? Just because of you, a bird man, want my life."

Hearing the word "Birdman", the Holy King Yan Lin's face suddenly became very ugly, and he said in a low voice: "Since you are so anxious to die, I will fulfill your wish."

While speaking, the Holy King Yan Lin immediately took action, raised the wide-blade holy sword, and slashed at Xiao Hei from the air.

Seeing the huge sword light slashing towards him, Xiao Hei couldn't help but scream and said, "Hanxue, hurry up and use the sword to cut him off and chop off this birdman."

Hearing this, the pretty girl standing on her back immediately waved the silver sword in her hand.

This sword seemed very casual, but there was a sound of a thunderous sword roar.

A silver sword light that was only about a foot long flew out, like a crescent moon.

"Click."

The huge sword light slashed out by the Holy King Yan Lin was cut off from it and then exploded and shattered.

The silver sword light in the shape of crescent moon did not dissipate, and it was still in a state of constant momentum and killed the Holy King Yanlin.

The Holy King Yan Lin was shocked and quickly blocked the broad-blade holy sword in front of him.

"puff."

The broad-blade holy sword did resist the silver sword light, but there were several invisible sword energy that slashed on the body of the Saint King Yanlin, leaving several ferocious wounds.

One of the wounds was almost cut off the head of the Saint King Yanlin's Saint King Yanlin's head on the neck.

"How could it be so strong?"

The Holy King Yan Lin was shocked.

He could see that Han Xue was really young, her cultivation time was still short, but her strength was terrifyingly strong.

"Hahaha, how about it? Birdman, you can't do it." Seeing that the Saint King Yan Lin suffered a loss, Xiao Hei immediately burst into laughter.

The pretty girl did not continue to attack the Holy King Yan Lin, but instead turned her attention to Zhang Ruochen who was confronting Shang Zigong.

At this time, Zhang Ruochen also looked at him and faced the pretty girl's eyes.

Although the pretty girl has changed a lot, Zhang Ruochen recognized her at first sight.

"Cold snow."

The pretty girl is no one else, she is the only disciple Zhang Ruochen accepted, Han Xue, who has a bone-like constitution.

At the beginning, Zhang Ruochen entered the underworld from the Tomb of the East Domain Gods to rescue Xuan Ji Sword Saint. After that, Xuan Ji Sword Saint wanted to go deep into the underworld to explore some things, so he took Han Xue, who was still the little girl, on the way.

After many years, Han Xue has grown into a graceful girl, and her strength has reached the top level.

The appearance of Han Xue really surprised Zhang Ruochen and was also very surprised. He was able to return safely from the underworld, and Zhang Ruochen's hanging heart was finally able to let go.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen was also surprised, surprised by the powerful strength Han Xue had, and this was also a part that made him feel relieved.

Without thinking too much, Han Xue will definitely have suffered a lot of hardships to achieve today's achievements.

"The body of Thousand Bones is really amazing. Han Xue may really be the second Thousand Bones Empress. Since Han Xue is back, where is the master?"

For a moment, many thoughts emerged in Zhang Ruochen's heart.

Han Xue's body moved and she appeared directly next to Zhang Ruochen. Many powerful people from the Heavenly Realm factions could not have time to stop them.

"The disciple pays homage to the master."

Han Xue bowed to Zhang Ruochen very respectfully.

Zhang Ruochen quickly reached out and helped Han Xue up, and said with a smile: "Yes, I haven't seen you for a few years, and my cultivation has reached such a level, which makes me, as a master, feel a lot of pressure."

"Master, then you have to come on. I have a great opportunity in the underworld. Maybe I can really surpass my superiority than my superiority." Han Xue showed a bright smile.

Zhang Ruochen nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll wait for that day."

Han Xue's smile was restrained, and she suddenly turned around, pointed at Shang Zipeng, and said with a sword, "Shang Zipeng, right? I heard Xiao Hei mention you. Originally, you are the opponent of Master, and I don't want to interfere. However, Master is injured, and as a disciple, it is the responsibility of his master to fight on behalf of his master. Do you dare to face the battle?"

Hearing this, Shang Zigong took a deep breath and couldn't help but be furious, "Little girl, you are so ignorant! With your current cultivation level, you are still far from it."

"It's a long way to go, I'll know after fighting." Han Xue refused to give in.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly and said, "Xue'er, Master has taken over your feelings! But he is the enemy of the teacher. He must kill him with his own hands. You go and help others."

Han Xue hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand, the disciple."

Han Xue immediately flashed out and fell back on Xiao Hei's back, locking her target on the Holy King Yan Lin who had just been hurt by her.

"Shang Zixuan, come on, it's time to settle the grudge between us."

Zhang Ruochen slowly lifted the sword, and the murderous intent on his body became stronger and stronger.

The new and old hatreds will be settled tonight.

It is rare to have such a good opportunity, and you must never let the merchant escape.

The only remaining Shang Zixuan had a gloomy face, and his eyes were filled with raging anger, and he could no longer care about his cultivation.
To be continued...