"I can't escape, the space is frozen."

Zhang Ruochen stepped out with his right foot and stepped forward suddenly. All the spatial rules in the Qi Sea were released, integrating with the space domain, and then rushed towards the Zuo Mu Saint Lord who was rushing forward rapidly.

"Chichi."

The space around Zuo Mu Shengjun seemed to have turned into liquid, shaking gently.

Immediately afterwards, it became frozen like a big river, and it became solid inch by inch.

Zuo Mu Shengjun's body was originally integrated with the space and could not be seen with the naked eye. However, as the space freezes, a faint shadow appeared in his body.

Emperor Yu showed joy on his face and said, "Have you suppressed it?"

"The Holy Lord Zuo Mu has a very strong cultivation level. I can only control him for a moment. You can use the soul-catching flute to erase his five senses and spiritual will."

The holy energy and blood evil energy in Zhang Ruochen's body continued to gush out from the soles of his feet, rushing to all directions, supporting the space domain.

Zuo Mu's cultivation level has reached the middle stage of Qianwen Realm, and his combat power is even more chasing the strongest man at the peak of Qianwen Realm. Even if Zhang Ruochen tried his best, he could only control him for a moment.

Of course, Emperor Yu understood that it was the critical moment to decide the outcome and the outcome. He stroked the tip of his left finger on his right wrist and cut the skin and blood vessels.

The crimson and scorching Great Saint blood dripped on the soul-catching flute.

The soul-catching flute seemed to have come alive, absorbing the blood of the Great Saint, and dense blood-red patterns appeared on the surface. Those patterns were portrayed by the former owner of the soul-catching flute, and each one was a divine pattern.

"Wow—"

In the soul-catching flute, increasingly powerful divine power surged out.

I don’t know if it was because of the surge of divine power, which brought about the wind and had not yet played, but there was a faint sound of flute sound on this dark star.

The two saints of Yancuo in the Meteorite Temple have weak cultivation. Affected by the sound of flutes, they only feel a tingling pain in their brains, and they can only withstand it by mobilizing their mental power to resist with all their strength.

"The soul-catching flute is an ancient artifact of divine relics. Under the urging of Emperor Yu's great sage blood, he finally possessed divine power." Fang Mofeng said.

Emperor Yu held Xiao in both hands, and his rosy red lips exuded a long breath.

Suddenly, sometimes sad and resentful, sometimes heart-wrenching music echoes between heaven and earth.

The sound wave condensed into a blood-clothed divine general, a soul-catching envoy, a headless Shura... etc., in various forms, rushing towards the Saint Lord Zuo Mu who was sealed in the space.

The lingering sound that emanates from the air is also powerful.

The three great saints in the Moon Star Temple, including Fang Mofeng, all had headaches and quickly retreated to the distance, not daring to get too close.

"Emperor Yu's flute sound is so terrible. He is not a great saint of mental power. Once he is always attacked, he will definitely become disorganized and turn into a madman."

"It's just a Blood Heaven tribe, and two extremely powerful men, Zhang Ruochen and Yuhuang, were born at the same time. It's incredible."

...

The two sages of Yancuo and Fang Mofeng were only affected by the lingering sound, and they were still so unbearable.

Zuo Mu Shengjun was directly attacked by Xiao Yin, and his mental power was sealed, so he could not use mental defense methods. Therefore, not long after, tragic roars sounded in the frozen space.

Seeing this scene, Fang Mofeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Zhang Ruochen and Emperor Yu are too powerful. With their joint efforts, the Saint Lord Zuo Mu will not last long, and the death is decided."

"Boom."

A purple lightning column cut through the darkness and connected from the sky to the ground.

The earth, which was countless times harder than black iron, was hit by a column of lightning and exploded, and a large amount of gravel flew out, and dense earthworm electric patterns appeared on the ground.

Mo Yin's face was a little pale. He stood in the center of lightning and rushed to Zhang Ruochen and Emperor Yu, sending a message: "Master, Wujiang is here!"

"Um."

Zhang Ruochen was very calm and responded.

Moyin is his parasitic plant. Even if the two are far apart, Zhang Ruochen can generate some perceptions.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen already knew the moment Mo Yin and Wujiang Zai Tian fight.

"It's a pity that I still couldn't kill Zuo Mu Holy Lord before Wujiang arrived."

Zhang Ruochen sighed inwardly and looked upwards.

In the sky that is so high, the qi of death turns into spiral clouds, and the bright petals of the Nether Flowers fly in the clouds.

Wujiang stood in the center of the spiral clouds, and his whole body emitted an evil and dazzling light.

"Zhang Ruochen, you really surprised me. I haven't seen you for a few days and you have the strength to suppress the Saint Lord Zuo Mu. It seems that you can't stay today." Wujiang's voice echoed melodiously, resounding throughout the third Dark Star.

Although I heard Prajna and Que Fei talk about Zhang Ruochen's power, Wujiang still didn't think that Zhang Ruochen could be the opponent of Zuo Mu Shengjun before he arrived at the third Dark Star.

The scene of Zuo Mu Saint Lord roaring violently in front of him caused a strong impact in the center of boundlessness.

Zhang Ruochen's cultivation speed is too fast. If he doesn't kill today, he will probably never have a chance in the future.

If Zhang Ruochen is allowed to break dozens of shackles, he will probably have to escape next time he meets.

Today is the last chance.

Wujiang's eyes quickly glanced at Yuhuang and Moyin. With his powerful mental power, he could clearly sense that their strength was quite powerful, and it could not be solved in just a few moves.

If Zhang Ruochen, Emperor Yu, and Demonic Sound are all in full swing, the three of them can run rampant on the battlefield of the sky hunting.

With the three of them emerging, and with the sword prison emperor and Fenghou, the overall strength of the Immortal Vampire is no less than that of the Yama clan, and it can be regarded as one of the most powerful forces in this battle of the Sky Hunting.

"It seems that this is all we can do!"

Wujiang's index fingers and middle fingers merge, and his arms intertwined to form a cross-shaped handprint.

The black electric pattern between the eyebrows opened again.

This time was different from the last time. Wujiang completely activated the dark power in his body, with long hair flying and his robe swelling. Influenced by the dark power, his body turned into darkness, like a black hole spinning in the sky.

"Crash."

A thick black beam of light with a diameter of one meter flew out of the black hole and flew straight towards Zhang Ruochen, who was controlling the power of space with all his might. The power of the black beam resonated with the power released by the dark star. The closer it was to the ground, the more powerful it was.

"Demonic sound, take the purple gold gourd and block him for a moment."

The purple gold gourd around Zhang Ruochen's waist flew out and fell into Mo Yin's hand.

With the Supreme Holy Artifact in hand, the Magic Yin's confidence increased greatly. He held up the gourd with one hand, and a large amount of lightning power radiated from the five snow-white jade fingers, which continued to inject into the bottom of the gourd.

Inside the purple gold gourd, all supreme inscriptions are activated.

The gourd shook violently, shaking while becoming larger, and finally turned into a purple-gold gourd mountain.

A golden pillar of flame gushed out from the mouth of Hulu Mountain, and it collided with the dark beam of light falling from the sky.

"Rumbling."

The power of the supreme and the power of darkness are like two rivers colliding, venting waves of power that are overwhelming.

The demon voice had just swallowed a large number of Tiannu and was at the peak of its power. With the power of the Supreme Holy Artifact, it actually blocked the black beam of light falling from the sky.

The three great saints of the Meteorite Temple all sucked in the cold air.

"Why did an extremely powerful man appear again? Moreover, he also called Zhang Ruochen as his master. This... the strength of the Blood Heaven Tribe is too powerful!" Yan Hanyu's voice was a little trembling.

Fang Mofeng's face was solemn, and he said, "Wujiang is going to attack Zhang Ruochen, break the solidified space, and release the Saint Lord Zuo Mu."

"We must never let him succeed. In any case, the Holy Lord Zuo Mu must die. If he does not die, once he retaliates, the great saints in the Hell Realm will die. And we are his first target and will undoubtedly die." Mocuo said.

The three great saints looked at each other, each of them exerted a brilliant Asura battle aura, injected into the purple gold gourd, helping the demon sounds to fight Wuwang together.

Wujiang snorted: "Just you, you want to block me?"

Pieces of dark flower petals gathered behind Wujiang and condensed into no more or less one hundred handprints.

All handprints are arranged in a circular shape.

"How is it possible? While Wujiang is casting the light of dark destruction, he is still using the Hundred Hands of Life and Death Palm Print?" Fang Mofeng's face turned extremely ugly after a flash.

Whether it is the light of dark destruction or the hundred-handed life and death palm seal, they are all unique skills, which are more powerful than ordinary high-level holy arts at Qianwen.

Wujiang is because his mental power is strong enough that he can use two unique skills at the same time.

It is equivalent to using one person's power to burst out the combat power of two people.

The hundred-handed life and death palm print fell down, generating powerful air pressure, falling on the bodies of everyone below.

On the Dark Star, every monk seemed to have a mountain on his back, and the mountain became bigger and bigger and heavier. The three great saints of the Meteorite Temple had their legs trembling, and they had to immediately take back the Shura battle light column and protect their holy body.

"Woujian...Is he trying to kill all of us on the Dark Star?"

Yan Hanyu was the first to be unable to hold on. His body-protecting fighting spirit was crushed and he lay down on the ground. He had bleeding beads in his snow-white skin, and his body was trembling.

"Bang."

The second one in Mocuo fell down.

The hundred-handed life and death palm prints are less than a hundred meters away from the ground. The death energy contained in the palm prints impacts every monk on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen sighed and had to turn the power of space. All the rules of space rushed towards the sky. Above everyone's heads, the space became solidified and turned into a huge shield of space.

At the same time, the dragon soul and elephant soul in Zhang Ruochen's arms appeared, fluttering, and pressed it upwards with one palm.

"Bang!"

The space shield that was dozens of meters thick was blocked by the hundreds of handed life and death palm prints for just a moment, and the space was restored to invisible.
To be continued...