Every word Zhang Ruochen seemed to be humiliating him.

The younger gods in the Temple of Destiny are watching there, and they really don’t leave any face for him?

Originally, the ruling master wanted to admit defeat directly, but at this moment he was inspired to fight and said, "The Lord Ruochen is worthy of being the leader of the new generation. The name of the young ancestor is not an exaggeration at all. Today, I can see that I am aware of it. If I lose, I will lose! But I think God Ruochen has not had a good time, so why don't we compare the remaining two moves?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "That's what you mean!"

The Judgment Venerable set off his posture, and the corpse soil under his feet became brighter and redder. The Blade of Judgment in his hand burst out with a brighter brighter than before, and the power of the artifact filled billions of miles away.

The gods such as Qing Feiwei must stand in the protective light of the Destiny Venerable to resist the powerful impact of the Blade of Judgment.

The Destiny Light Sect slowly rose, and the light emitted could suppress Zhang Ruochen's cultivation and combat power.

Obviously, the Judgment was decided to do his best to welcome Zhang Ruochen's second strike!

But Zhang Ruochen put away the ancient sword of Chenyuan, carried his hands on his back, and said, "This second move is worse than Venerable!"

The Judgment Master was stunned, but after only a moment, he said, "Okay!"

After knowing Zhang Ruochen's strength, the Judgment Venerable naturally would not hold back at all. He had to use this blow to regain the face he had just lost.

Countless soul shadows surged out of the corpse soil and surrounded the Blade of Judgment.

Widths of blood-red mist flowed out from the mouth and nose of the Lord Judgment, and merged with the magical powers being displayed.

"A hundred billion undead spirits, the sky kills the red mist. He actually directly used the magical powers of the heavens, the undead spirit kills the heavens!" The Venerable Tianming laughed and immediately understood that the Judgment Venerable was really angry and looked forward to it.

Since he used this move, I believe he could force Zhang Ruochen to his true strength.

Zhang Ruochen's strength will determine how much price he will pay next, to resolve the grudges and contradictions between the two and how to manage their future relationship.

Venerable Tianming is a person who knows the current affairs and knows how to look at problems in the long run. He will leave one more way for himself at any time.

That's right, even if the Fierce God Lord falls, he can still hold the command of the Destiny Department.

The Judgment attacked the Lord.

It is the magical powers of the heavens, the undead heavenly killing.

With the blessing of the artifact and the Gate of Destiny, this blow made the entire world of nothingness boil. That surging and domineering force can crush a big world.

There were roars in Zhang Ruochen's body, and every bone collided like thunder.

"Wow!"

Standing still, countless phantoms appeared around him.

Each phantom pinched out a different fist style.

These phantoms and fist styles gathered on him in an instant, and his arms drove forward and punched him out with one punch.

The Taiyin divine sea appeared under his feet, endless, and waves rose thousands of feet.

On the arm, scales grew from the Qilin fist gloves, releasing the aura of the ancient divine beast.

"Don't move the Mingwang Fist!"

The Judgment Venerable felt a sense of the power of the ancestor in Zhang Ruochen. His indomitable aura was affected, and his power stumbled slightly.

Zhang Ruochen seized this opportunity accurately and took a step forward, so that the fist strength could be transmitted out at a faster speed.

"Boom!"

The light and shadow of the Qilin, the origin of the divine sea, the fist intention and force, the evil aura of the sky, the hundreds of billions of undead, the murderous aura of the judgment... All kinds of forces are touching each other and melting in two.

Finally, the Qilin glove and the Judgment Blade directly collided together.

"Bang!"

The power of the artifact spreads to all directions, and it is a stalemate.

Zhang Ruochen would naturally not be stupid enough to compete with Judgment Venerable, and directly shouted: "The third move!"

Just when the Judgment Master believed that Zhang Ruochen would never be able to escape from his own power suppression, Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared from the Blade of Judgment!

"not good!"

It was too late to dodge, so the Judgment Venerable was forced to shrink his divine body immediately.

"Swish!"

Even so, a sword mark was still drawn at the position of his neck.

Zhang Ruochen appeared eighteen feet behind him, and his two index fingers and middle fingers on his right hand were pinched like swords, and corpse blood was flowing from his fingertips.
Chapter completed!