"All monks retreat to the periphery, and with your cultivation level, they will face Zhang Ruochen alone, which is no different from sending death. Immediately, with the two formation masters, form a combined attack formation, and adopt group defense and step-by-step attack."

The Archangel King Michael is extremely wise. Even though Zhang Ruochen has already killed the monks of the Heavenly Realm faction to panic, he can still remain calm.

"Where is the twelve sect envoys? They will not immediately turn into the light of judgment and help me kill Zhang Ruochen."

"Swish!Swish!Swish..."

The sound of wind breaking out sounded.

The twelve sects of the Temple of Light turned into twelve dazzling holy lights and appeared beside the Archangel King of Michael.

The battle formation condensed, and they turned into twelve halos, hanging above the head of the Archangel King Michael, and sprinkled with sacred light.

"combine!"

The breath of the Archangel King Michael climbed up step by step, and the cross wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally, his strength was about 60% of that of Yan Wushen's evil body. But now, with the blessing of the twelve verdicts, his strength has increased exponentially.

It's not as simple as one plus one equals two.

In fact, the power fluctuations bursting out from the body of the Archangel Michael have exceeded the good body of Yan Wushen. With his current state, he can't lose much even when fighting against the four heavenly kings of the Heavenly Palace.

The Temple of Light is one of the nine ancient temples of Hengqiu, and its methods are naturally beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.

In a sense, the Temple of Light trained the twelve verdicts to achieve the Archangel of Michael and wanted to push him to the height of the most powerful person in the heavens and all worlds in this era.

Yin Yuanchen was naturally envious and jealous of the Archangel King of Michael. Finally, he turned his eyes to Zhang Ruochen and snorted coldly in his heart: "Zhang Ruochen, only by killing you, my sharpness can surpass Michael. All this he has should belong to me."

I saw thousands of light threads emerging from Yin Yuanchen's body, turning into the death power of Minggu, and injecting into the body of the gods.

The next moment, something shocking happened. I saw that the blood and energy in Yin Yuanchen's body resonated with the divine corpse, and the two merged into one.

What Yin Yuanchen used was his grandfather who created a taboo secret technique for him, "the blood-raising technique for the divine corpse".

Because he is the closest bloodline to the corpse of his father God.

Using this secret technique, using his holy blood to nourish the corpse, can fully combine with the corpse in a short period of time and burst out with unparalleled combat power.

"boom."

The extremely violent aura was released from the body of the divine corpse and enveloped the entire Tianchi.

At this moment, the corpse of the divine was Yin Yuanchen, and his power was rising steadily, even better than that of the Michael Archangel King at this moment.

"Dare to destroy my good deeds, Zhang Ruochen, how do you want to die?" The person who fell into the land in the Baiyao Realm shouted coldly.

As he spoke, his body released a tremendous demonic energy, causing the space where Tianchi is located to turbulently.

His name is So Demon Lord, and he is the most amazing genius in the Black Demon World a thousand years ago, and has the potential to become a top saint.

Unfortunately, when he fought with the great saint of the Rakshasa clan of the Hell Realm, the holy source was shattered by the other party and broke the holy appearance.

Even the rules of the holy path, the insights of the holy path, and the knowledge and wisdom in the body were mostly wiped out by the burial bell of Fan Qi Nian.

You should know that the holy source is the crystal condensed by using the holy appearance and holy energy of the monk, plus his own insights and knowledge.

The holy source will be destroyed and the realm will be knocked down, so naturally it can no longer be called the Great Saint.

At that time, the Sou Demon Lord had already broken the forty-two shackles in his body, and his future was bright. It is conceivable how huge the battle would have hit him.

The reason why he participated in the Heavenly Realm faction was to get the opportunity to return to the Great Saint Realm.

And collecting the Blood Sword is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity, but it is destroyed by Zhang Ruochen. How could he not be angry?

Judging from the aura emitted by the body alone, the Sou Demon Lord is especially better than the Archangel King of Michael and Yin Yuanchen.

This is also a very normal thing. Even if the Great Sage of the Hundred Shackle Realm falls into the realm, it is not comparable to any creature in the Holy King Realm.

The Archangel King of Michael, Yin Yuanchen, the Blood Spirit Demon Lord, and three powerful men, presented the power of three talents and surrounded Zhang Ruochen and the other two.

"The Heaven Realm is worthy of being one of the dominant worlds. Its foundation and deep means are far from being able to compare with you in other big worlds."

Zhang Ruochen sighed lightly, his eyes swept across the two temples hanging in the sky. With them, his way of time and space were completely suppressed.

This situation is very unfavorable to him.

"Zhang Ruochen lost his time and space power. How many of your combat power can you still exert? Try taking my sword."

The Archangel King Michael took the lead in taking action.

Under his control, the twelve swords of judgment were combined into one and slashed towards Zhang Ruochen.

He was severely injured by Zhang Ruochen's sword before, and now he undoubtedly wants to find the place back.

"Wow—"

The sword of judgment burst out with a divine light, shining on the heaven and earth, as if to purify all the evil in the world.

Neither the Archangel of Michael and the Twelve Judgments practiced the Way of Light to the Great Perfection, but now they are combined together, they can exert power comparable to the Great Perfection.

"Even if you don't use the power of time and space, you are not my opponent."

Zhang Ruochen's fighting spirit was boiling, his eyes were like lightning, and he soared into the air. He waved the ancient sword in his hand and slashed out a sword light that reached the sky.

"Boom."

Two sword lights shattered in the air at the same time, shooting out countless sharp sword energy.

Fortunately, this space has been completely suppressed, and even such a terrible collision of forces has not been able to tear the space apart.

The Archangel King Michael retreated back more than 200 meters in a row, stabbing his retreat with his sword.

Although this blow fell below, he was not injured. He couldn't help but feel confident and said in his heart: "Zhang Ruochen doesn't seem to be so, he can't defeat it."

"roar."

The evil spirit roared and prepared to rush forward with Ale to share the pressure for Zhang Ruochen.

"You are not qualified to participate in the war yet, so I will destroy both my spirit and body."

Although the Demon Lord of Soul was still in the realm, he still had the power of a great saint and the power of the emperor in the holy path. He mobilized the majestic demonic energy of the sea of ​​blood, condensed a giant hand covering the sky, and suddenly slapped out.

Feeling the pressure of the sky falling and the earth sinking, Ale was not afraid at all, and released the ultimate murderous aura on his body, gathering all his power at one point and stabbing it out with a sword.

The evil spirit also stimulated a large amount of divine power, and the thick python tail was thrust out fiercely.

"Bang."

The giant hand covering the sky was unparalleled, and Ale and the evil spirit were both shot out and fell into the Tianchi Lake.

After this attack, Ale and the evil spirit suffered severe damage. The holy blood dyed a large area of ​​Tianchi red, causing the cold Tianchi water to boil.

It’s not that they are too weak, but that the Soul Demon Lord is too strong.

The great saint who broke the forty-two shackles is by no means an ordinary person.

You should know that if the great sage in the Hundred Shackles Realm, breaking a shackle and the power of the immortal holy body can increase by one tenth.

In other words, breaking ten shackles can double your own strength.

If you can break all the hundreds of shackles, you can burst out ten times of your power.

This is just an enhancement of the physical body, and it does not count the improvement of the understanding of the holy path by the great sages of the Hundred Shackle Realms, and the improvement of the control ability of the rules of heaven and earth and the holy energy of heaven and earth.

Although the Soul Demon Lord fell into the realm, he broke the forty-two shackles. The power of the immortal holy body was more than four times stronger than the great saint at the peak of the Immortal Realm.

Even if you don’t have the power of the Great Saint as support, you should not be underestimated.

If the realm is insufficient, the strength will be used to make up for it.

"The strength of the fallen land in the Hundred Shackles Realm is indeed a world of difference between the fallen land in the Immortal Realm." Zhang Ruochen said in his heart.

He had no effort to kill Tian Ling, who was once the peak immortal saint, but now, the Soul Demon Lord has put a lot of pressure on him.

"Zhang Ruochen, you still dare to be distracted now. I really don't know how to write the word "death". Yin Yuanchen, who merged with the corpse, said.

At the same time, he had already rushed forward, waved the magic sword, and slashed out.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at Yin Yuanchen indifferently, waved his hand and sacrificed the blood-dropping sword.

At the same time, the majestic five elements chaotic energy emerged from his body, combined with the rules of truth, and evolved into a vast starry sky.

The Temple of Time and Space Temple can only confine time and space, but cannot block his way of truth.

"Zheng Closing."

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

Twenty-four divine bones appeared above Zhang Ruochen, with many secret patterns intertwined on them, releasing extremely special power fluctuations, covering Zhang Ruochen.

Suddenly, the Truth Realm Condensed by Zhang Ruochen vibrated slightly.

"Someone intervenes in the Temple of Truth?"

Zhang Ruochen's heart sank slightly.

It is normal to think about it. The faction in the Heaven Realm is huge, and naturally there is a strong power in the Temple of Truth. Otherwise, how can we get a secret method to condense the Truth Realm for King Michael?

Above the clouds, there was a man with a sneer in his eyes, looking down at Zhang Ruochen below.

He is not someone else, but one of the ten great disciples of the Temple of Truth, Dongfang Qingyu.

"It seems that the master is right. The palace master has indeed taught Zhang Ruochen the secret method of condensing the world of truth. The twenty-four divine bones prepared for this came in handy." Dongfang Qingyu said to himself.
To be continued...