The first thousand three hundred and eighty-fifth chapters kill crazy
After the prince's edict was issued, a huge shock broke out in Mingtang. A large number of powerful people came to Shengming City and gathered on a spiritual mountain shrouded in white mist in the west of the city.
The master of Mingtang, Kong Sheng, stood on the top of Lingshan Mountain, with emerald green eyes, looking at the smoke and war in the distance, and said meaningfully: "They really dare to attack Lingxiaotian Palace, don't they know that the imperial court
How much power has been deployed in Shengming City?"
Kong Hongbi, wearing a blood-red holy jade armor, stood behind the leader of the Ming Hall and snorted coldly: "You don't overestimate your own capabilities. You just want to kill all the old ministers of the Sheng Ming Central Empire."
Kong Hongbi was quite depressed. At first, in Shengming City, he mobilized a large number of manpower to spread rumors and wanted to use the imperial court to get rid of Zhang Ruochen. Unexpectedly, his words came true and Zhang Ruochen turned out to be the Crown Prince Shengming.
The emergence of the prince's edict put Mingtang in a rather embarrassing position.
The Crown Prince Shengming is the orthodox one. If the imperial edict is not accepted, some of the old Shengming people under Mingtang will definitely have strong opinions. If the imperial edict is accepted, wouldn’t it mean that they must submit to Zhang Ruochen?
If she really wants to submit to Zhang Ruochen, Kong Hongbi will definitely be so angry that she vomits blood.
An elder saint from Mingtang said: "Zhang Ruochen is young and energetic, but he doesn't know the importance of it. King Mingjiang is a figure who has lived for nearly a thousand years, and he is fooling around with him. Don't they know how powerful the formations in Shengming City are?"
Don’t they know how terrifying the cultivation of King Lingxiao is?”
In the palace of Little Saint Heavenly King, Wan Huayu stood on the top of the palace wall, looking at the waves of holy battle energy coming from the distance, with a complicated look in her eyes, and said to herself: "Zhang Ruochen finally took action, this battle
, I don’t know how many people will die.”
"Princess, should we send troops to rescue the Lingxiao Palace?" asked a gray-haired old man.
Wan Huayu shook her head and said: "With the foundation of the Lingxiaotian Palace, it is enough to deal with any enemy, and it does not need our assistance at all. My father is not in the palace, so we should be careful and activate the palace protection formation immediately to prevent the Holy Ming's army.
Launch an attack on Xiaoshengtian Palace."
Shengming City is a city with a history of more than a million years. Countless ancient countries have established their capitals here. The city is quite vast, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, with no edges visible.
At each of the eighty-one directions in the ancient city, there is a thousand-meter-high metal array tower.
A voice sounded in the sky above each formation tower: "The King of Heaven has given an order to activate the city defense formation immediately to suppress the holy rebels in the city."
At this moment, the court officials and formation masters guarding the formation tower quickly mobilized their holy energy and spiritual power and went all out to activate the city defense formation.
"Boom."
Eighty-one metal array towers bloomed brightly at the same time, releasing a terrifying wave of power.
The city with a radius of tens of thousands of miles shook at the same time.
Standing in the city, you can see eighty-one points of light on the horizon, as bright as eighty-one stars.
Even the saint felt frightened and a little frightened at this moment.
"When the city defense formation is activated, it can kill all rebels. All the sage rebels will be wiped out."
Such a sound sounded in the palace of King Lingxiao, and the sound of war drums sounded. Immediately, the morale of the imperial army greatly increased, and they launched a counterattack, killing a large number of monks from the Shengming Central Empire.
Attacking the Lingxiaotian Palace will inevitably lead to bloodshed and death. This is inevitable.
The aura emanating from the metal formation tower is becoming more and more powerful, but the city defense formation has never been able to activate. The formation inscriptions have been destroyed and cannot exert its due power at all.
At the same time, the old ministers of Shengming who were lurking inside the imperial court launched an attack, and bloody battles were taking place inside at least half of the formation towers.
"The city defense formation has been destroyed, and there is no basis for it. Continue to rush forward, fight a bloody path, and break through the city gate of Lingxiaotian Palace."
King Mingjiang pulled out a golden holy sword, and the mighty holy energy in his body poured into the sword like big rivers, and he slashed out with the sword.
"Ouch!"
The deafening roar of the dragon sounded.
Immediately afterwards, a total of ten dragon shadows appeared, each one was more than ten miles long, and they slashed downwards with the light of the golden holy sword.
Those are the shadows of ten divine dragons.
"Boom."
The ground outside the city gate was torn open by the sword energy, and the layers of reinforcement formations in the ground were also cut off. The towering Sun and Moon Gate was bombarded so that cracks appeared.
You must know that the Lingxiao Palace was once the royal palace of the Shengming Central Empire, and the ancient palace-protecting formation was left over from ancient times.
Even with the protection of the ancient palace formation, the Sun and Moon Gate was still hit with several cracks. This shows how terrifying the power of King Mingjiang's sword is.
"Ten Dragon Swords."
"The legendary sword of Emperor Ming."
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Emperor Ming had a total of four war treasures, namely the Eight Dragon Umbrella, the Nine Dragon Chariot, the Ten Dragon Sword, and the Hundred Dragon Emperor Armor.
It is said that the Eight Dragon Umbrella, the Nine Dragon Chariot, and the Ten Dragon Sword are all very powerful sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns. There are eighty thousand inscriptions, ninety thousand inscriptions, and one hundred thousand inscriptions inside.
The Bailong Minghuang Armor is a supreme sacred weapon that has been passed down from the Middle Ages. It has infinite power and can be called the first treasure of the royal family.
Eight hundred years ago, King Mingjiang was the most talented among all the brothers and sisters of Emperor Ming, so Emperor Ming gave him the Ten Dragon Swords as a gift.
The Ten Dragon Swords are not comparable to ordinary sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns. King Mingjiang swung them with all his strength, and he was invincible. He slashed down dozens of swords in a row, causing the ancient palace formation to shake violently, and the city wall near the Sun and Moon Gate even appeared densely packed.
of cracks.
"Only by breaking the ancient palace-protecting formation can we capture Lingxiao's palace. Where is the Dragon-protecting Pavilion? Why don't you take action?" Zhang Ruochen yelled.
"Wow--"
Bright white lights flew out of the night.
The figures in the white light are all wearing white robes and starry sky masks.
"Candle Sky Finger."
The deputy pavilion master took out the fingerprints with both hands, then moved his fingers forward a little and cast a holy spell.
Sacred arts are also divided into low-level sacred arts, mid-level sacred arts, and high-level sacred arts.
The Zhutian Finger has entered the category of high-level holy arts, and the power it unleashes cannot be compared to the low-level holy arts practiced by saints.
The power of the Holy Dao of Zhu Tianzhi fell on the ancient palace-protecting formation, and millions of rays of rays of light fell downward at the same time. It was like a god taking action. The picture was extremely terrifying, covering the entire Lingxiao Palace, and was so frightening that countless court sergeants lay prone on their stomachs.
on the ground.
The ancient palace-protecting formation was burned red by the power of the holy way.
Part of the power of the Zhutian Finger passed through the formation defense shield and reached the interior of the Lingxiaotian Palace, causing the gorgeous palaces to explode and the mountains to collapse, much like a world-destroying force.
"Oh my god... what kind of power is this? What kind of terrifying person is coming?"
"High-level holy arts are definitely high-level holy arts. Could it be that among the saintly rebels, there is actually a figure at the peak level of the holy king?"
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They all need at least the cultivation level of the Holy King to have strong enough Holy Qi to perform high-level Holy Techniques.
Of all the characters who can reach the pinnacle of the Holy King, which one is not a world-shattering being? Who can not be surprised when such a character appears?
The nobles and nobles among the Lingxiao Heavenly Kings no longer had the arrogance of the past few days. They were so frightened by the power of Zhu Tianzhi that their souls almost left their bodies.
Just after the deputy palace master fired the Zhutian Finger, dozens of members of the Dragon Guard Pavilion each fired a sacred weapon and attacked the palace guard formation.
There are more than thirty sacred artifacts, the weakest one is also the Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact with six thousand inscriptions. In addition, there are three Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifacts.
Any one of such powerful holy weapons can create huge destructive power, enough to destroy a city and wipe out an entire ridge.
Dozens of holy weapons fell down at the same time, and the thousands of lines of destructive power and the ten thousand lines of destructive power intertwined, actually tearing a corner of the ancient palace-protecting formation apart.
"Bang."
The Sun and Moon Gate, one of the eight gates of the Lingxiao Palace, was dozens of feet high and melted into molten iron in an instant.
In that battle eight hundred years ago, the ancient palace formation was damaged. Although the imperial court repaired it, it was still not as powerful as before.
Just like this, under the full attack of the Palace Guarding Pavilion, in just a few breaths, a corner of the ancient Palace Guarding Formation was shattered.
"Dragon-protecting Pavilion really does exist. It's great!"
King Mingjiang's eyes showed a fiery light, and his body was boiling with fighting spirit. He raised the Ten Dragon Sword and rushed into the Sun and Moon Gate first.
At the same time, the deputy pavilion master sent a spiritual force into Zhang Ruochen's ears: "I will deal with the Lingxiao King."
Then, the deputy pavilion master turned into a light shuttle and rushed into the Sun and Moon Gate.
A moment later, a battle at the level of a holy king broke out in the depths of the Lingxiao Palace. The light emitted from the holy spells turned the night into day.
"The Sun and Moon Gate has been breached. Let's fight in together to avenge our dead relatives and friends, fight for the Holy Might, and wash away the shame of eight hundred years ago."
Zhang Ruochen held the Shengming battle flag in one hand and Shen Yuan's ancient sword in the other. Like a sharp arrow, he pushed forward at the fastest speed. In an instant, blood was flying all over the sky, and he was killing like crazy, as if he was trying to accumulate all the accumulated energy over the years.
All the hatred was vented.
Blood Moon Ghost King, A Le, Demon Ape, and Sky-Swallowing Demon Dragon followed closely behind Zhang Ruochen, smashing all the court monks who rushed from the left, right, back, and top into balls of blood mist.
"You are the Shengming Crown Prince, and I am here to take your life."
An old man whose cultivation had reached the realm of a true saint walked out of the Lingxiao Heavenly King's Mansion and stepped down with the soles of his feet. Suddenly, a force that caused the sky to collapse and the earth to collapse swept out, pulling Zhang Ruochen into his battle circle.
Because the Queen has no descendants, the Lingxiaotian Palace is the most powerful branch of the royal family of the First Central Empire, and its background is naturally quite amazing. There are many powerful human monks who are willing to take refuge in the Lingxiaotian Palace.
This old man is one of them.
He has been practicing for more than five hundred years and is a figure comparable to the holy master of a medieval family.
"As for you, you are not worthy, so go and die."
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's fighting spirit boiled over, and at the same time he released the time domain, space domain, and swordsmanship domain. The three major domains pulled the old man in the true saint realm over.
"Boom."
Zhang Ruochen poured all the holy energy into Shen Yuan's ancient sword, mobilized the sword intention of Jian Qi, and slashed wildly. He struck out more than thirty swords in a row, hitting the old man continuously retreating and vomiting blood.
In the end, Zhang Ruochen chopped his Holy Source and Qi Sea into pieces with one sword, and killed him
The crimson blood of the true saint dyed Zhang Ruochen's hair and clothes red.
"kill!"
Zhang Ruochen roared loudly, used the battle flag, picked up the corpse of the true saint, waved the battle sword, and continued to kill forward. He had a domineering aura that dominated the world.