Chapter nine hundred and eighty second strong crush
"As expected of a disciple of God, this man's fighting power is stronger than any opponent I have encountered before."
In that move just now, Zhang Ruochen used 30% of his power, which could completely sweep all opponents in the same realm.
However, after a blow exchange, he fell below.
It can be seen from this that the strength of the Blood Spirit Immortal is so tyrannical. I am afraid that the nine world disciples trained by Chi Yao may not be his opponent in the same realm.
Blood Spirit Immortal was also a little surprised. He stared at the man standing opposite and said: "Over the years, I have met a few candidates for the Son of God, but you are the first one who can block my attack.
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"Really? Then, you can also take my move."
Zhang Ruochen slowly raised his arm, and the seven pieces of holy jade embedded in the Seven Kills glove emitted seven different kinds of brilliance.
This time, Zhang Ruochen prepared to use 40% of his strength.
Circles of energy ripples emerged from the Seven Kills Glove and spread outward, forming a brilliance of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple, like a circular rainbow with a diameter of dozens of feet.
Clap it with one palm.
"Buzz."
A voice like a bell and a big Lu burst out, hitting the Blood Spirit Immortal with a power that shook the world.
The Blood Spirit Immortal could clearly feel that the power of this blow was extremely astonishing and posed a considerable threat to him.
"Lianshan Seal."
Blood Spirit Immortal's hands formed a seal, showing dozens of hand shadows.
At the same time, a seal was condensed and struck forward, colliding with Zhang Ruochen's palm seal.
The two forces collided suddenly, causing the Blood God Altar to sway slightly.
Immediately, the two figures flew backwards at the same time and hit the bone wall of the altar, breaking a large piece of the skeleton.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen and Xue Lingxian rushed out like lightning and clashed again, with palm and seal techniques constantly clashing.
In an instant, they each struck dozens of blows. Each move was extremely subtle and powerful, capable of moving mountains and seas.
Beneath the Blood God Altar, the monks present were stunned and their jaws were about to drop to the ground.
No one believed that Gu Linfeng's fighting power was so terrifying that he could actually fight with the Blood Spirit Immortal in his youth.
"How can this son be so powerful?"
Lan Ye, the thirteenth disciple of King Hai Ming, stared at Jishui with a questioning expression.
In the past month, Jishui has been staying with Gu Linfeng. If Gu Linfeng really hid a shocking secret, it would be impossible to hide it from her.
However, Jishui was also a little confused at this moment.
Is this still the Gu Linfeng who often teases her?
no……
Certainly not.
This man's combat power and potential are no less than those of the first Son of God, the Blood Spirit Immortal, and he is even more evil than that strange man from thousands of years ago. How could he be a lustful person? All of his previous behaviors must have been deliberately pretentious by him.
Came out and deceived everyone.
Huo Xin's eyes were dazed, and he kept chanting: "Impossible, impossible... How could he be so strong?"
With the current situation, even if Gu Linfeng was defeated by the Blood Spirit Immortal in the end, Huo Xin would not be able to become the Son of God, and no one would accept him.
"Only Gu Linfeng is qualified to become the Son of God." I don't know how many disciples of the Blood God Sect have such thoughts in their hearts at this moment.
The Blood God Religion is a place where the strong are respected. It is obvious that Gu Linfeng's strength has conquered everyone.
Even the supporters of Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin admired Gu Linfeng immensely at this moment, and their blood boiled with excitement when they saw him fighting against the Blood Spirit Immortal.
Among the monks who had once been optimistic about the Sea Spirit Seal, there stood a charming woman with a slightly evil temperament and an alluring face. Her name was Ning Xi. She was known as the most sexy beauty of the Blood God Sect. There were many.
The dream goddess of the monks of the Blood God Cult.
At this moment, Ning Xi looked at the sixth floor of the Blood God Altar with a pair of hot eyes and said: "Gu Linfeng must become the divine son of the Blood God Religion. Only he can represent the younger generation of the Blood God Religion. From now on, we will walk
In the world, reporting the name of the Son of God is enough to make enemies tremble in fear."
No one has ever seen Ning Xi showing such an expression of admiration, not even when facing the Sea Spirit Seal.
On the top of the Blood God Altar, the saints of the Blood God Cult all looked at each other in disbelief.
Even in the state of mind of a saint, he could not remain calm after seeing the battle between Gu Linfeng and Blood Spirit Immortal.
Tianji Dharma King, the leader of the four Dharma Kings, glanced at Dharma King Hai Ming and sighed: "It's amazing, it's really amazing. In my lifetime, I can actually see such a powerful young man coming out of the sect. It's really amazing.
Extremely pleased.”
"Dharma King Haiming taught well and trained a peerless hero for the Blood God Religion, which is an unparalleled achievement."
"This child's potential and qualifications are not inferior to those of the Nine Realms. Once he grows up, the Blood God Sect will definitely flourish."
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The Saint Realm giants of the Blood God Religion spared no effort to praise Gu Linfeng and Hai Ming Dharma King. Of course, there were also some Saint Realm figures who remained silent, their eyes flickering, as if they were thinking about something?
The battle between Zhang Ruochen and the Blood Spirit Fairy lasted for two hours without a winner, and the battle became more and more intense.
After a fierce collision, the Blood Spirit Immortal stepped back, distanced himself from Zhang Ruochen, and said: "I have to admit that you are really strong. Even in the Middle Ages, you were definitely considered the best among the monks of the same generation.
The best."
Zhang Ruochen said: "What? Do you want to admit defeat?"
"Admit defeat?"
The Blood Spirit Immortal smiled, looking quite disdainful, and said: "From now on, I will use my true strength to see if you can still catch it."
Within the Blood Spirit Fairy's body, dozens of silver lightning bolts shuttled back and forth, making crackling sounds.
Immediately afterwards, four silver wings of light sprouted from his back, and his body doubled in height out of thin air.
"His strength has increased by at least 30% to 40%." Zhang Ruochen could feel the blood spirit fairy's aura, which increased significantly.
"Wow——"
The Blood Spirit Immortal transformed into a stream of silver light and appeared above Zhang Ruochen's head in an instant. Using his hand as a knife, he slashed downwards.
Zhang Ruochen mobilized even more powerful force and raised both palms to block at the same time.
With a bang, half of Zhang Ruochen's body fell into the broken bones, but he was able to block the Blood Spirit Immortal's attack.
Without any hesitation, Blood Spirit Fairy took action again and struck Zhang Ruochen's neck with another blow.
This time, Zhang Ruochen jumped up first, dodged the blood fairy's knife, and flew into the air more than ten feet high.
"Seven Apertures Blood Palm."
The six orifices in Zhang Ruochen's palm opened at the same time, continuously sucking the blood energy from the Blood God Altar into his palm.
A moment later, a huge blood dragon appeared on his arm. "Is this... a holy art?"
The Blood Spirit Immortal put his hands together, and the skin all over his body turned silver, as if his body was made of silver, emitting nine layers of silver holy light.
"The Five Fingerprints of the Blood God."
Blood Spirit Fairy stretched out his right palm, and his arm continued to grow and thicken, and soon expanded to ten times its original size.
The Five Fingerprints of the Blood God is a sacred technique of the Blood God Sect. It is said that if you practice it to the extreme, you can stretch out one hand and pick off the stars outside the universe.
When the Blood Spirit Immortal was a fourth-level semi-saint, he had mastered the Five Fingerprints of the Blood God to perfection, which was already an extraordinary achievement.
Other monks would feel despair when faced with this move of his.
However, Gu Linfeng was not a weakling. He actually practiced the Blood Dark Palm from the Seven Apertures to the Sixth Aperture, and the palm prints he made were obviously powerful at the level of holy arts.
The two holy arts collided, and all the disciples of the Blood God Sect held their breath, feeling that the muscles all over their bodies were trembling, and they were extremely nervous.
Between the Blood God's Five Fingerprints and the Seven Apertures Blood Palm, who will win and who will lose?
"Crack."
A shattering sound came from the sixth floor of the Blood God Altar, like thunder shaking from the sky, which shocked the eardrums of some warriors with lower cultivation levels.
When the blood energy dissipated, they saw Gu Linfeng standing on the edge of the altar as vigorous as a pine tree with his long hair scattered, still looking calm and composed.
However, the fourth-level semi-saint level skeleton summoned by the Blood Spirit Fairy was beaten to pieces and turned into a pile of broken bones scattered on the ground.
The insubstantial body of the Blood Spirit Immortal stood in mid-air and said: "If my physical body was still there, I would never have been defeated just now."
"Since you are not convinced by the defeat, let's continue fighting." Zhang Ruochen said.
"No need! Your strength qualifies you to become the Son of God of the Divine Blood Religion."
After saying this, the blood spirit fairy's spiritual body dissipated and turned into blood mist.
The strength in Zhang Ruochen's body gradually subsided, and his whole person became simple and unpretentious.
"I actually used 50% of my strength to defeat the Blood Spirit Immortal. Sure enough, my previous vision was still not broad enough." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
The Blood Spirit Immortal is indeed very powerful, but there must have been creatures stronger than him in the Middle Ages.
There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.
It is very possible that there were some monsters in the Middle Ages who could compete with Zhang Ruochen in the same realm.
Each of the nine realms trained by Chi Yao has received amazing cultivation resources, and it is very likely that some magical medicines from the medieval period will be used on them.
It is very possible that the nine realms today can compete with the Blood Spirit Immortal.
Being in the same realm, Zhang Ruochen is naturally not afraid of them.
However, if Zhang Ruochen is one or two realms behind them, he may not be able to defeat them.
"My biggest trump card is the power of time and space. If I use these two powers, I can defeat the Blood Spirit Fairy without even needing 50% of my cultivation level."
Zhang Ruochen has great confidence in himself.
At this moment, the voice of the Palace Master of Kunzi Tiangong came from the top of the Blood God Altar: "The battle for the Son of God is over."
The master of the Kunzi Heavenly Palace stretched out a hand, rolled up his sleeve, and created a blood-red river of holy energy.
The river of holy energy fell down, wrapped around Zhang Ruochen, rolled him up, and slowly flew to the top of the nine-story altar.
Below the altar.
The monks of the Blood God Sect woke up from the shock just now.
They looked at Gu Linfeng who was slowly rising into the sky, all showing expressions of excitement, excitement and admiration.