The two Gates of Destiny shine for thousands of miles, turning the sea water into a silvery color.
The suppressive force of fate not only acted on Zhang Ruochen, but also on Shang Ziyan, who was closest to Zhang Ruochen.
Shang Ziyan realized something was wrong.
Therefore, when the Netherlight Death Soul Talisman was only a few hundred meters away from Zhang Ruochen, Shang Ziyan decisively used his lightning speed and fled backwards, lest the destructive power erupted from this half of the talisman kill Zhang Ruochen.
At the same time, he also killed him.
If Shang Ziyan fights to the death and refuses to retreat, Zhang Ruochen may be in trouble today.
However, Shang Ziyan's retreat gave Zhang Ruochen a glimmer of hope.
As Shang Ziyan retreated far away, the power erupted from the Dao Tianhuang Seal quickly weakened. Thousands of stars surged out of Zhang Ruochen's body, evolving into a sea of chaotic stars, using the way of truth to fight against the power of the two gates of destiny.
At the same time, twelve golden wings sprouted from his back, turning into a golden light and rising into the sky. His fingers formed a sword formula, and Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew out first.
"Zheng!"
The piercing sound of swords resounded throughout the world.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword rotated rapidly, hitting the palm of Dao Tianhuang Seal hard, and combined with the three supreme holy weapons, it penetrated and turned into wisps of clouds.
However, Zhang Ruochen was not given time to escape.
"Boom!"
Under the guidance of Nan Sheng, the Ghostly Light Death Soul Talisman shattered in advance, erupting with an astonishing destructive power. The black air of death, centered on the talisman, spread out to the sea in all directions.
An unknown amount of sea water evaporated in this instant.
The water waves raised in the outer sea area turned into a hundred-foot wall of water, and the water turned into a deadly black color, like thick and foul-smelling ink.
Many monks saw that when the Nether Light Death Soul Talisman exploded, Zhang Ruochen was within a hundred meters of it and failed to hide in the inner space of the Supreme Sacred Artifact in time.
Shang Ziyan had retreated five hundred miles away, but the power of the talisman still impacted him, causing the holy robe on his body to be broken into pieces.
His body felt as if he had been hit by a heavy punch, and he flew thousands of miles away with his strength before regaining his balance.
Fortunately, Shang Ziyan's body defense was strong and he was considered immortal, so he was not injured.
However, the soul was shocked and the mind was hurting.
Shang Ziyan looked back and saw that the entire sea area had become turbid and bubbling.
The power of death pervades, extinguishing all life.
"Suffering such an attack, no matter how strong Zhang Ruochen is, he should be completely destroyed."
Shang Ziyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood suddenly became brighter. Standing on the dead sea, he felt that the world was full of vitality, and his thoughts were full of relaxation and comfort.
The demonic obstacles in my heart are swept away.
The number of Holy Path rules in his body is slowly growing.
"Haha! It's finally over. I was the one who killed Zhang Ruochen after all." Nan Sheng felt happy in his heart, stroking the white beard hanging down from his cheeks, feeling quite proud of the spring breeze.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
Xiang Chunan clenched his fingers tightly, his eyes were as wide as two bells, and he felt pain in his heart, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he let out a long roar like a roar.
Qingsi Xue patted his shoulder and sighed.
Among the monks in the Tianlong Realm, Ao Yi sighed with emotion: "A short-lived flower appears in the pan, and it is glorious in an instant."
After Ao Xukong knew that Zhang Ruochen was a book fanatic, he had a deep respect for him in his heart, and said bitterly: "If Zhang Ruochen breaks through to the supreme realm, I wonder how strong he will be? How many monks will he be amazed by?"
In the previous battle, Zhang Ruochen had been pushed to the limit. Naturally, more monks saw that he had not condensed the supreme body, and that he still had the cultivation level to survive in death.
"This is no longer possible." Ao Yi said.
Fairy Linglong bit her lip lightly with her teeth, her beautiful eyes stared at the place where the death aura was thickest, secretly expecting something, and said: "He was killed by heaven and hell together. Is there really no place for him in the world?"
Ao Yi said meaningfully: "Perhaps, he himself does not want to integrate into heaven or hell. As long as he chooses one of them, he will not be the enemy of the whole world. No matter how you say it, it is the path he chose. It can attract the five powerful men.
If we join forces to deal with it, even if we die in battle, it will shock an era."
On the ancient ship where the monks from the Temple of Destiny gathered, both Prajna and Xuetu looked in disbelief, feeling that all this was not true.
"No...are there any other variables?"
Xuetu twitched his lips, not knowing whether he was expecting a change or worried about a change.
Prajna formed palm seals with both hands and pressed them out at the same time. Suddenly a powerful hurricane surged out, blowing away the evil spirit of death on the sea. She did not believe that all this was true. There was no way that Zhang Ruochen would fall into the hands of a mere Southern Saint.
As the evil aura of death fades away, everyone's vision becomes clearer.
On the sea surface, a flickering fire appeared.
"That is……"
The smile on Nan Sheng's face froze, and his eyes were fixed on the fire.
All he saw was that the fire was flying towards him rapidly.
"not good!"
Nan Sheng's face changed with shock, and he was extremely shocked inside. He really couldn't figure out why Zhang Ruochen could survive the Ghostly Light Death Soul Talisman?
Without time to think about it, he attached the two talismans to his legs and quickly flew away.
The fire light was getting brighter and brighter, and it was Zhang Ruochen who was wearing the Vulcan armor.
It has to be said that the Netherlight Death Soul Talisman is indeed very powerful. The moment after it exploded, Zhang Ruochen's body in the Vulcan Armor was almost turned into blood and mud.
However, Zhang Ruochen merged the heart of truth with the white blood and earth, and the vitality contained in his body could not be wiped out so easily.
As for the impact of the Ghostly Light Death Soul Talisman on the soul, it was blocked by the power of the sword.
Under the divine realm, there may be monks who can defeat Zhang Ruochen. However, killing Zhang Ruochen is by no means that easy.
Unless the Nether Light Death Soul Talisman falls directly on Zhang Ruochen and explodes, this can be done.
Just now, when everyone thought Zhang Ruochen died under the Netherlight Death Soul Talisman, Zhang Ruochen had already used this short period of time to re-condensate his physical body and recover from his injuries.
What makes Zhang Ruochen even more delighted is that the rules of the holy way in his body are growing crazily, constantly impacting the extreme realm of the two Yuan Hui Shu.
The opportunity to break through has arrived.
"Where to go? Go to hell."
Zhang Ruochen was too fast, and it was difficult for him to get ahead of him in the divine realm. He caught up with Nan Sheng and punched him.
The pure fire of destruction surged out together with the fist power.
Nan Sheng had no time to use his mental power, so he had to turn around and swung his palms out, creating a wheel seal the size of a mountain.
"Bang!"
Zhang Ruochen broke through the Wheel Seal and hit Nan Sheng hard on the chest with his fist.
Nan Sheng's body was torn into pieces, blood splattered on the sea area with a radius of hundreds of feet.
"Practice for me!"
A large amount of divine fire gushed out from the Vulcan armor on Zhang Ruochen, covering the entire sea area, refining Nan Sheng's blood, body, and spiritual power to kill him completely.
"Crash!"
Nan Sheng's spiritual power is immortal, and from a gourd-shaped vessel, densely packed talismans are drawn out to protect the blood and remains scattered in the sea.
Six sword lights came through the air, evolved into six sword techniques, and attacked Zhang Ruochen.
At the same time, Greedy Baby's laughter rang out and he said: "Zhang Ruochen, I'll kill you!"
Zhang Ruochen broke through the six sword techniques one by one, and Greedy Baby's figure appeared beside him. He grabbed the Asura Sword, the strongest among the six swords, and swung it horizontally.
Yuan stood above Zhang Ruochen's head, stepping on a ghost cloud condensed by thousands of evil ghosts, and with a pair of slender hands, he carved out ghost patterns one after another.
The Abandoned Heaven Ghost Pattern was created by the ghost master and can communicate with heaven and earth, control all ghosts, and steal the power of heaven.
The densely packed ghost patterns and ghost clouds that were hundreds of miles long were suppressed at the same time.
Zhang Ruochen knocked out the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror, Wujinzhan Tianzhu, Vajra Moon Wheel, and Shen Yuan Ancient Sword to repel the Greedy Infant, and then rushed straight into the sky to meet the ghost cloud.
"war!"
Behind him, the holy image of King Fudo condensed and turned into a tall and majestic figure.
Fudo Mingwang's holy image struck out with one palm, shattering the ghost clouds and shattering the ghost patterns of the Abandoned Heaven.
Yuan's eyes were focused, and a pair of black eagle wings sprouted from her back, and she quickly flew out into the sky. She did not dare to engage in close combat with Zhang Ruochen like Shang Zixuan and Greedy Baby, and she did not see Nan Shengdu being broken into pieces by Zhang Ruochen's punch.
"Zhang Ruochen, let's continue fighting."
Greedy Baby gave a long laugh, harnessed the six swords, and chased Zhang Ruochen.
On the sea surface, drops of blood and pieces of broken bodies reunited under the influence of spiritual power and transformed into the figure of Nan Sheng.
His face was pale, his body was weak, and the fear in his eyes was still there, and he said to himself: "Zhang Ruochen is so scary, even the Netherlight Death Soul Talisman can't kill him, we can't continue fighting!"
This battle caused quite a psychological shadow on Nan Sheng, as if Zhang Ruochen could not defeat it at all and it was a peak that he could not climb.
Nan Sheng was about to withdraw from the battlefield...
"Whoosh!"
From the sky, a giant sword with a length of one thousand meters pierced through the air and smashed his body into pieces again.
The giant sword is the ancient sword of Shen Yuan.
The sound of "哓哓" sounded, and countless god-eating insects rushed into the sea along the body of the giant sword, devouring the blood and remains of Nan Sheng. The screams of Nan Sheng's soul were heard on the sea. .
The divine world of Lord Judgment.
The eyes of the six adults from Tiannan Life and Death Ruins sank, and the two fingers of their right hands merged, activating their mental power and flying towards the sea below.
"Bang!"
The Bloody God of War swung his halberd and cut off his mental power.
"Six great men, it would be better for the gods not to interfere in the war of the ten realms. When my grandson fell into death, did I intervene?" the Blood God of War said coldly.
"you……"
The six adults could not refute, so they could only stare at him angrily.
The Blood God of War looked as cold as frost as he looked at him, not afraid of his identity as the heir of Tiannan Life and Death Ruins.
"Hey! That little goddess actually took action!" The god of the Temple of Death said in surprise.
In the sea below, a stunning and beautiful figure cut through the sky and flew into the blood-red sea.
It is Prajna, the goddess of fate.
She stood several feet above the sea, with the Door of True Self suspended behind her. Wisps of light beams fell from the door, like lines, sweeping up Nan Sheng's remains.
In the light of destiny, Nan Sheng's body condensed again.
This time, Nan Sheng was extremely weak and his eyes lost their sharpness.
He raised his hands and bowed to Prajna, saying: "Thank you, Her Majesty the Goddess, for your rescue. Nan Sheng will definitely remember your kindness."
"You leave the battlefield first and heal your wounds."
Prajna waved his sleeves, and the power in his sleeves turned into a force of wind, sending Nan Sheng back to the camp of the dead monks.
She held the Destiny Staff, raised her snow-white head, and looked at Zhang Ruochen who was fighting with Greedy Baby and Yuan. She glanced at Shang Ziyan and Yin Yuanchen who were flying past, and then, a winding underworld emerged from under their feet. River, stepping on the Styx River, Zhang Ruochen flew into the sky.