The first thousand five hundred and sixty-two chapters
As the golden wave of holy energy dissipated, hundreds of acres of sweet-scented osmanthus trees all looked like they were made of sand. The "sand" collapsed and turned into powder.
Without the cover of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Zhang Ruochen finally saw a man in a golden holy robe sitting cross-legged under the cliff in the distance. He looked to be in his thirties, with a white face and no beard, and his eyes were like golden stars. He was studying the cliff. A picture on the wall.
The strong men from the Yun Realm who were still alive all bowed and saluted the man, saying: "The monks from the Guanghan Realm bullied others too much. They killed sixteen saintly heroes from the Yun Realm. Please ask the King Yi to take action to suppress them. For the sake of The dead monk takes revenge."
The man named "The Strange King" "awakened" from his enlightenment and slowly stood up.
The aura emanating from his body was majestic and noble, suppressing all the unruly cloud realm experts present and unable to raise their heads.
"So many people took action together, but they couldn't even defeat six monks from the Guanghan Realm. You have lost all the face of the Yun Realm. Hmph!"
The Yi King is now half-step into the realm of the Holy King, but his soft hum was so deafening that it made all the strong men in the Cloud Realm feel dizzy and pale.
Su Qingling, Ling Mi, and Wen Shusheng were no exception. They made a muffled sound and their bodies were shaking.
Even Zhang Ruochen felt his eardrums sting, as if he had been pricked by a needle.
Fortunately, he absorbed the origin of the golden spirit, the origin of the water spirit, and a large amount of divine blood, so that his physical realm was greatly increased, so that he could withstand it calmly.
"The man named Yiwang is also at the level of a half-step holy king, but his use of power is better than that of the monks present." Zhang Ruochen felt secretly worried.
Just by spitting out a sound wave, the foreign king showed his superiority.
Such a person's understanding of the Holy Way has reached an extremely high level. He can integrate a move that is ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people with the Holy Way, thus making it ever-changing and bursting out with the power of a holy art level.
"The cultivation level of King Yi is not lower than that of the Twelve Emperors, but should be at the level of a Four-Step Holy King. Moreover, being able to come to the Realm of Truth to practice, King Yi is by no means an ordinary Holy King. Even if he is a Five-Step Holy King, I guess he is no match for him." Zhang Ruochen secretly made this judgment in his heart.
If "all living beings are equal" had not been turned on, Zhang Ruochen would have definitely died if he faced off against the strange king by relying solely on his own strength.
Of course, if the Yihuang Bone Staff is used as a trump card, the outcome will definitely be different.
The strange king had a strong aura, much like a superior person looking down at the ants at his feet.
When his eyes saw the purple sacred mountain standing next to Zhang Ruochen, flames suddenly burned in his golden eyes, "It can actually increase combat power. It is really a rare treasure. Zhang Ruochen, use it Dedicate it to me, so that I can leave you a way to survive."
Zhang Ruochen said: "I have killed so many powerful men in the Holy Realm in the Cloud Realm, is there still a way to survive?"
"Of course there is a way to survive. As long as you give a piece of your sacred soul to my control and agree to be my slave, I can protect you from death."
The tone of the strange king was full of momentum.
Ling Feiyu carried the Heavenly Burial Sword, walked to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Leave him to me to deal with it!"
The strange king's eyes fell on Ling Feiyu and said: "It turns out that he is a two-step holy king. No wonder he can kill several strong men in the holy realm in the cloud world. However, you'd better not challenge me, otherwise you will die. very ugly."
"Yeah?"
When he said these two words, Ling Feiyu's red lips also spit out sonic power.
"Bang bang."
The powerful men in the Holy Realm in the Cloud Realm all had their eardrums broken and blood flowed out.
Even King Yi felt that the sound wave was like a sharp sword piercing his eardrum, which was extremely painful. He immediately mobilized his holy power to protect his eardrum and blocked the sound wave.
"With such concentrated sonic power, her control over the power is actually better than mine." King Yi felt horrified.
Being able to cultivate Jian Jiudu to the Great Perfection, Ling Feiyu's control of power is naturally exquisite.
Of course, Ling Feiyu did not completely have the advantage, because she, like Zhang Ruochen, had not understood the way of truth. But King Yi was different. This was not the first time that he came to the Temple of Truth to practice, and the rules of truth he had cultivated were far better than those of Bai Bai. Anaconda must be profound.
Therefore, in a real fight, Ling Feiyu may not be Yiwang's opponent.
Although Zhang Ruochen has not comprehended the Tao of Truth, he has mastered the "Tao of Space" and "Tao of Time" in the Tao of Eternity.
It can be said that Zhang Ruochen, Ling Feiyu, and Yi Wang each have their own strengths and weaknesses. In a life-and-death duel in an environment where "all living beings are equal", it's really hard to say who will win and who will lose.
The best way is for Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu to join forces, with at least an 80% chance of winning.
"Let me test his strength first. If I can't defeat him, then you can help me." Zhang Ruochen knew that when he came to the Realm of Truth, he would encounter powerful enemies from all walks of life. Some of them may not be better than aliens. The king is even stronger.
Therefore, you should first fight against the strange king to accumulate experience, and then you can deal with it more calmly when you encounter strong men of the same level in the future.
"Wow——"
Without any preparation on the part of King Yi, Zhang Ruochen used a time sword technique, and in an instant, the tip of Shen Yuan's ancient sword was pierced between King Yi's eyebrows.
"Bang."
King Yi's body slid backwards, and golden light flashed all over his body, quickly dispelling all Zhang Ruochen's sword moves.
King Yi did not fight back and only used the center of his eyebrows to block Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
Gradually, he stabilized his steps and did not continue to retreat.
A smile appeared on the corner of King Yi's mouth: "Integrating time into swordsmanship is indeed so fast that I, the king, can hardly avoid it. However, the power is so different that it cannot break my king's immortal diamond body."
Zhang Ruochen quickly sheathed his sword and quickly stepped back, his face becoming more solemn than ever before.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword is so sharp that it can't even scratch the skin of the foreign king.
"The way to survive has been given to you, but you don't want it, then I can only swallow your body, absorb your blood and essence, and make the immortal Vajra body one step further."
King Yi strode towards Zhang Ruochen. It seemed like he was walking, but in fact, he was being stirred up by a fierce hurricane, and his speed was as fast as thunder.
"Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands."
Yi Wang just made a move with his palm, and a total of eighteen palm rules were integrated into the palm technique, and then he used a mid-level holy technique to perform.
Even the seventh-ranked Suixu in the "Holy Merit List" cannot compare with the speed at which he can perform intermediate holy spells.
The faster it is performed, the faster it changes. Often his opponent has died in his hands before he has time to accumulate power.
Even Zhang Ruochen was knocked off guard by King Yi, so he had to use space to move to avoid King Yi's attack.
Yi Wang was so experienced that he missed the target with one palm and immediately struck out with a second palm, as if he could capture Zhang Ruochen's moving direction in advance.
"It's amazing. Such vision and experience cannot be possessed by monks in the Holy Realm."
This time, Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to swing out Shen Yuan's ancient sword and confront him head-on.
"Boom."
From the palm of the Yi King, hundreds of lightning bolts flew out and struck Shen Yuan's ancient sword, sending Zhang Ruochen flying backwards.
Intermediate holy arts are extremely powerful, and only methods that are also intermediate holy arts can block them.
The so-called "Yin-Yang Thousand Thunder Hands" can create thousands of thunders with one palm, as if a god of thunder was born. Turning the hand over will produce Yang thunder, and turning the hand over will produce Yin thunder.
A four-step holy king like Yi Wang has reached a superb level of use of Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands. Moreover, he can use it continuously without worrying about the depletion of holy power.
"Zhang Ruochen, although my cultivation has been suppressed to the Half-Step Saint King, I am still only one step away from the First-Step Saint King. And you have just broken through to the Half-Step Saint King, and you actually want to fight with me... Eh...
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Suddenly, King Yi's eyes froze.
I saw Zhang Ruochen standing intact in the thunder and lightning. Not only did he not fall down, but the fighting spirit in his body was actually rolling, and a sound like a dragon's roar came from his body.
Zhang Ruochen grabbed the purple sacred mountain, jumped up, and suppressed the strange king.
King Yi once again launched the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands, and thunder and lightning flew out like rivers and crashed into the purple sacred mountain.
Two powerful forces are colliding head-on.
Even the mid-level holy magic could not stop the attack of Zhang Ruochen and the Purple Mountain.
"What a powerful force."
King Yi felt like his internal organs were being violently trembled, and he stepped backward step by step. Every time he took a step backward, a large area of the ground would crack, as if the entire Jingxiang Cliff Dojo had been trampled to pieces by him.
The dignified four-step holy king was actually forced to retreat by a junior who was only half a step into the holy king realm. King Yi felt that his face was damaged and he yelled: "Do you really think that I can't deal with you?"
"Wow——"
In the dojo, the rules of heaven and earth trembled slightly.
Immediately, the rules of truth were mobilized by King Yi, integrated into the palm, and combined with the Yin and Yang Thousand Thunder Hands.
The power erupted from the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands continued to increase several times.
Yi Wang pressed out with a palm, and all the thunder and lightning seemed to turn into the form of pythons, bombarding the purple sacred mountain, and suppressed Zhang Ruochen below the sacred mountain.
King Yi has come to the Temple of Truth seven times to practice. The rules of truth he has comprehended are more profound than those of the white anaconda, and the power he unleashes is even more powerful.
It can be said that Zhang Ruochen, who did not understand the rules of truth, suffered a big loss.
"Go to hell."
The Yi King flew to a height of tens of feet, and then turned into a golden light and fell rapidly downwards. The rules of the palm and the rules of truth intertwined on his palms and hit the purple sacred mountain.
Zhang Ruochen was pinned under the purple sacred mountain. Before he could escape, the strange king's tyrannical palm force had already struck him.
"Boom."
The purple sacred mountain sank seven feet downward.
The Jingxiang Cliff Dojo was full of broken cracks that extended outside the dojo. The long stone steps leading to the dojo were broken into more than ten pieces, as if they had suffered a world-ending disaster.
"finished?"
King Yi stared at the purple sacred mountain with a suspicious expression. Suddenly, he felt alert: "Not good."
Like a conditioned reflex, Yiwang used his backhand to strike out backwards. The palm power of the Holy Path surged out from his palm in layers, like waves on the sea.
However, a two-meter-long space crack was like a black boat, cutting through the waves of palm power and slashing towards the chest of King Yi.
"That's...space power."
King Yi felt a huge crisis, and his pupils shrank into two golden dots the size of needle tips. At the same time, his body shrank ten thousand times, becoming only the size of a grain of rice, and he ejected like lightning, trying to avoid the attack of the space crack.
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Ejected thirty feet away, King Yi's body expanded again and became its original appearance.
There was a bloody mouth on his left shoulder.
Even if he hid quickly, he only avoided death. There was still a piece of flesh and blood on his body that was cut off by the space crack. At this moment, a large amount of holy blood poured out from the blood hole, dyeing half of the Yiwang's body red.
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"My king's immortal diamond body is actually vulnerable to the power of space..."
King Yi finally realized that the junior opposite him who was half a step into the realm of a holy king was difficult to deal with.
If you are not careful, your boat may capsize in the gutter today.