Above the nine heavens, a three-color divine light penetrated the black clouds, fell on the wall of the merit book, and wrapped it up.
The attack power of the three masters was all blocked by the three-color divine light, and even the layer of plaster on the wall of the merit book was not knocked down.
Dongliu Sword Master, Xue Lingfeng, and Li Mu all breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the wall of merit books was not destroyed.
However, they immediately showed doubts.
Where did the divine light come from to protect the wall of merit and virtue, not wanting it to be destroyed?
The person who created that brilliance must have a cultivation level far beyond that of a saint, and may even be... a god.
Zhang Ruochen was also slightly startled. He couldn't help but raise his head and looked up into the sky, looking for the answer.
"Boom."
The merit book wall fell, but it did not sink into the cold sea of ice and ice. Instead, it floated on the sea. On the wall, the three-color divine light was flowing, as if it was covered with a light film.
On the Moon God Mountain, the Great Sword Man Sword walked out of the hall, stood on the high steps, and shouted to Tianyu: "What on earth is going on? Who is interfering in the saint's merit war?"
The great sages of Guanghan Realm are all very angry.
Because they discovered that the divine light flew out from the Temple of Merit, it was obvious that a certain big shot in the heavenly realm had taken action to protect the wall of the Merit Book.
In the sky above the Moon God Mountain, a three-color divine cloud emerged, stretching for eighty thousand miles. From the cloud, extremely terrifying divine power came out.
A majestic and majestic voice came from the divine cloud, "The Saint's Merit War lasts for three months, and there are still two days left before it ends. Before that, the last piece of the merit book wall cannot be destroyed."
Facing the divine power, even the Great Sage is under tremendous pressure.
However, for the sake of the life and death of Guanghan Realm, they had to stand up and argue with God.
In the world of heaven, there are great restrictions on gods. Therefore, as long as you are on the right side, the great sage does not need to fear gods at all.
Emperor Nirvana, one of the three giants of the Guanghan Realm, walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back, looked up at the divine clouds in the sky, without a trace of fear on his body, and said: "From ancient times to the present, no living being has the right to interfere in the battle of merit, even if it is
God doesn’t have this right either.”
God's voice sounded without any emotion: "This war of merit is different from the past, and there are naturally exceptions. If there is a war of merit in the future, the first thing that every participant will think of is not to kill more evil people from hell.
, but how to destroy the wall of merit books. Then, what is the meaning of merit war?"
Emperor Nirvana added: "Since God knows that this saint's merit war is different from the past, he should let it end immediately instead of watching the saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo fight against the three million Rakshasa Marquises.
"In the end, how many people will be able to come back alive?"? "The Temple of Merit has its own rules. For the sake of fairness, there must be no more or less than one day in three months."
After saying this, the Emperor of Annihilation was not allowed to continue talking. The divine clouds in the sky dissipated and the divine power also disappeared.
Emperor Annihilation clenched his fists tightly, and thunder-like explosions came out from his palms. The anger in his heart seemed to burn everything in the world.
Zhang Ruochen worked hard to win the first place in the Saint Merit Battle for the Guanghan Realm, but due to the interference of the Merit Temple, all these efforts are likely to be subverted.
There are still two days left. How easy is it for Guanghan Realm to continue to maintain the first place in the Saint Merit Battle?
In the crisis-ridden ancestral spirit world, it is simply impossible to hold on to the wall of merit for two days.
"This hatred is irreconcilable. If I become a god one day, I will definitely kill his soul." Emperor Annihilation said solemnly.
Wu Zu, one of the three giants, said: "The Moon God and the Tree God will come back soon. When the time comes, they will naturally go to the Temple of Merit to ask for an explanation."
The Nine Spirits Great Sage said: "What the Merit Temple did this time is indeed unfair. They were only allowed to change the rules, but they were not allowed to end the Merit War early. After the gods from the Seven Realms of Shatuo came back, they saw this
With this situation, I’m afraid we won’t let it go.”
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The ancestral spirit world, the cold sea of ice.
The few people present did not know what happened, but they also understood that the last wall of merits could not be destroyed. In this way, there would be a chance for a comeback.
Dongliu Sword Master, Xue Lingfeng, and Li Mu all looked happy and were about to continue robbing the merit book wall.
An arrogant laughter came from the sea in the distance, and the power of the sound wave shook the cold thousand-year-old Hadong water to stir up huge waves.
"Interesting, interesting. It seems that the gods of your heavenly realm are unwilling to end the merit war and want to keep them on this battlefield."
Young Master Lingquan and a dozen first-class marquises stood on top of a 100-meter-long basalt shell and came riding the wind and waves. They were smiling, but they were releasing tyrannical murderous intent.
Facing a large number of top experts from the Rakshasa tribe, everyone present felt the danger.
Dongliu Sword Master glanced at Zhang Ruochen and Li Mu and said, "How about dealing with the Rakshasa clan first and then competing for the merit book wall?"
"I have no objection." Zhang Ruochen said.
Li Mu also nodded.
Although the strength of the four of them is strong, it is impossible for any one of them to fight against dozens of first-class marquises. Only by joining forces can they have a chance to fight.
Young Master Lingquan took out a piece of purple stone, held it in the palm of his right hand, and sneered: "There's no need to argue, none of you can leave today."
Dense divine patterns appeared on the surface of Young Master Lingquan's skin, and both his defense and attack power increased a lot.
"Boom." Mr. Lingquan shot out from the top of the Xuanwu shell like a cannonball. He squeezed the purple stone's fist and bombarded the small boat where Dongliu Jianzun and Xue Lingfeng were.
A fist seal turned into purple clouds.
Dongliu Sword Master's eyes were full of sharpness, and his powerful sword intent burst out. Then, it turned into a sword light, rushed out of the boat, and collided with Lingquan Shaojun's fist.
"Boom." The sword light was shattered, and the Dongliu Sword Lord flew back and landed on the boat again. The arm holding the sword was trembling slightly, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.
On the other hand, there was not even a blood mark on Young Master Lingquan's fist.
The sword that was unleashed with all its strength was unable to even hurt a single finger of Young Master Lingquan.
"Young Master Lingquan already has a supreme and perfect physique, and there are divine patterns carved by the gods on the surface of his skin, which greatly increases his defense power and makes him an indestructible body. The purple divine stone in his hand can also enhance his attack
Power. With such abnormal defense and attack power, even if the One-Step Saint King encounters him, he will probably have to retreat."
Dongliu Sword Master thought of this, and then, together with the Blood Spirit Wind, he mobilized the holy energy in his body and injected it into the small boat at his feet.
The small boat became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a giant ship a hundred feet long. The dense inscriptions emerged and turned into a defensive light shield, protecting Dongliu Sword Master and Xue Lingfeng.
Inside.
Young Master Lingquan retreated to the top of the Xuanwu Shell and laughed: "You are actually able to block my full-force punch. Your strength is quite good. If you submit to me, you will definitely be reused in the future."
"Submit to the Rakshasa tribe, are you dreaming?"
Dongliu Sword Master and Xue Lingfeng drove the giant ship and crashed into the Xuanwu Shell.
The Marquis of Dry Crow, Marquis of Blood Rain, Marquis of Xie Bai, Marquis of Qi Zhen, Marquis of Thousand Feathers, and the five first-class marquises propped up a shield made from the bones of the Great Sage, stimulating the original power in the shield to withstand the giant ship.
impact.
Zhang Ruochen stood in the distance and saw the blow between Dongliu Sword Master and Lingquan Shaojun. He said to himself: "It only took one move to hurt Dongliu Sword Master. Lingquan Shaojun's cultivation level is so great."
He should have broken through to the realm of half-step Holy King."
When he fought against Jiutian Xuannv, Lingquan Shaojun was still at the peak of the Holy Saint.
At this moment, Lingquan Shaojun's combat power is much stronger than that time. A confrontation between a normal One-Step Saint King and him would probably end in defeat.
Only one-step saint kings like Chu Siyuan and Yue Kong can overwhelm him.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen sensed that he was being targeted and stared in the direction of Xuanwu Shell. He saw a total of four first-class marquises attacking in his direction.
Zhang Ruochen still had the impression that two of them were the two most powerful first-class marquises under Shaojun Lingquan.
Marquis Xianjing and Marquis Chengxuan.
Xianjinghou is a Rakshasa girl with a mental strength reaching level 55.
Cheng Xuanhou's strength is also comparable to the First Step Saint King.
With these two strong men as the main attackers, plus the support of two other powerful first-class marquises, they can already be used to surround and kill the one-step Holy King.
Marquis Xianjing stood far away, not approaching Zhang Ruochen, but sneered: "Zhang Ruochen, today is the day you die."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Even Princess Rakshasa would not dare to say such big words. Just you, you want to kill me?"
"You overestimate yourself. The reason why Her Royal Highness the Princess did not kill you is because you were still valuable at that time. Otherwise, you would have died countless times." Cheng Xuanhou said in a deep voice.
"Yeah?"
Zhang Ruochen stared at Cheng Xuanhou. In the next moment, he appeared in front of Cheng Xuanhou. With a wave of his finger, a crack in the space was cut out.
Cheng Xuanhou's expression changed drastically, and he quickly moved to the right, trying to avoid the space cracks as much as possible.
"Stab it."
Even so, one of Cheng Xuanhou's left arms was cut off by a crack in space, and a large amount of blood flowed from the shoulder.
Without giving Cheng Xuanhou time to regroup his arms, Zhang Ruochen swung his sword out again, dragging out a jet-black sword light and striking him on the neck.
A head flew up from the neck.
The whole process happened between lightning and flint. Let alone Cheng Xuanhou, even a true one-step holy king would probably be difficult to resist.
After the beheading, Marquis Cheng Xuan was only seriously injured and did not die. He quickly fled and joined the other three first-class marquises. At this moment, he no longer dared to look down on Zhang Ruochen.
"The life force is so powerful?"
Zhang Ruochen was a little confused, so he struck out with a palm from the air. With a bang, Cheng Xuanhou's bloody head exploded and turned into a rain of blood.
The strange thing is that there is no sea of qi and holy source in the head.