Su Jing's face suddenly changed when he saw the huge aura rising in the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo. Only a person who has reached his level will know how difficult it is to successfully cultivate the death aura.
But once the death halo is displayed, how can the monks under the Holy King stop it?
"No, even if they are punished by the Temple of Truth, they must be rescued."
The few people who entered the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo are the hope for the future of the Guanghan Realm, and they must not be allowed to die here.
Su Jing was about to rush towards the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo. Suddenly, the huge halo suddenly shattered, and a shrill scream came out: "Sword Soul... You actually cultivated the Sword Soul..."
In the dojo.
King Yi held his head in his hands, his whole body was twitching, and he was in great pain. He could no longer control the holy power in his body. Therefore, the death aura collapsed before it was fully released.
Just now, Ling Feiyu used the power of the sword soul to directly attack Yi Wang's holy soul, severely injuring his holy soul.
It is not a trivial matter for any living being or holy soul to be traumatized. It can range from depression to mental disorder and split consciousness.
The strange king's mouth was screaming, and sharp golden legs sprouted from his body. Part of his skin turned into a hard shell. After a while, he turned into a strange creature that was half human and half insect.
Obviously, after the Holy Soul suffered heavy damage, Yi Wang could no longer control his own physical form.
A Zerg monk from the Cloud Realm rushed to King Yi and said, "Lord Yi King, what's wrong with you?"
"Evacuate... evacuate quickly... get out..."
Knowing that the situation was over, King Yi immediately controlled a pair of golden wings and fled outside the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo.
As long as they escape from the dojo, according to the rules of the Temple of Truth, Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu cannot kill him again.
Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu both knew that King Yi was a formidable enemy and there was no way they could let him leave alive, so they both pursued him as fast as they could.
The monks outside the dojo had strange looks on their faces, not knowing what was going on.
The power of the death halo had just emerged, so why did it suddenly shatter?
"Look, someone is trying to escape from the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo. Who is that?" A spiritual saint who had cultivated the Sky Eye shouted, pointing his finger at the stone staircase leading to the dojo.
Between heaven and earth, countless pairs of holy eyes are all staring at the past.
I saw a strange creature that was half human and half insect, bursting out of the divine light emitted by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and appeared in everyone's sight.
"That's the strange king of the Golden-winged King Insect clan."
"He is indeed a strange king. He has a strong royal bloodline. He has come to the Realm of Truth to practice many times. He is one of the top heroes in the Cloud Realm. He is very likely to become the next great saint of the Golden Winged King Zerg.
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"When the foreign king was half a step into the realm of the Holy King, his combat power was not inferior to that of the white anaconda."
"King Yi cultivated to the realm of the Holy King sixty years ago. With his powerful physique and talent, how advanced is his current cultivation?"
Outside the dojo, there were several monks from the Great World who knew the Yunjie quite well and told some of the deeds of the strange king.
However, as the divine light outside the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo became increasingly fainter, they finally saw clearly that the strange king was bleeding with blood, and... he was still running away desperately, as if he was chasing an unparalleled enemy behind him.
"Am I right? King Yi is actually injured!"
"Those six monks in the Guanghan Realm were able to kill the foreign king so much that he had to run for his life? How is it possible, the foreign king is so strong..."
...? They couldn't believe their eyes. This result was completely different from their previous predictions.
"Could it be Zhang Ruochen?" Such a thought came to many people's minds.
Su Jing stopped and was stunned for a moment, then a cheerful smile appeared on his face. Even the foreign king was seriously injured and could only escape. From this point of view, Guanghan Realm must have the absolute upper hand in the battle in the dojo.
The advantage.
Just as King Yi was about to rush out of the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, a loud shout sounded in front of him.
"Where to escape?"
Zhang Ruochen used the method of space movement to jump out of the void and appeared in front of the Yi Wang. He picked up the purple sacred mountain and hit him, causing his head to break and blood to flow, and his huge body flew backwards.
Just in time, Ling Feiyu, who was catching up from behind, used the sword method Xuangang to turn into a sword rainbow and penetrate the body of the foreign king.
"Boom."
King Yi's body fell heavily to the ground, and he was too injured to stand up again. He let out a loud roar: "Zhang Ruochen, this king is the direct grandson of the Golden Winged Sage. If you kill me, my grandfather will definitely do it for you."
I will take revenge and cut you into pieces."
In order to prevent the foreign king from self-destructing the Holy Source and dying with them, Zhang Ruochen acted decisively, creating a crack in the space and slashing at the foreign king's body, killing him.
The monks gathered outside the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo all witnessed this scene. They were as stunned as if they were petrified.
Zhang Ruochen beheaded a strong man at the level of a four-step holy king, and that strong man was the direct grandson of a powerful great sage.
The dozen or so monks from the Cloud Realm who were still alive just rushed out and saw Zhang Ruochen killing the foreign king. They all turned pale with fright and stopped immediately, not daring to take another step.
Zhang Ruochen drank Longling Mad Cow Wine, and with murderous intent in his heart, he glanced at them and shouted: "If you dare to break into the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, everyone will die. No one can escape."
"Damn it, Zhang Ruochen is so jealous that there is no way he will let us go. Let's fight him!"
A bald man from the Zerg clan roared and cast a forbidden technique. The holy blood in his body burned fiercely, and the power fluctuations emanating from his body increased steadily.
The monks from the Cloud Realm have used forbidden techniques that consume life span to forcibly increase their combat power.
"Zhang Ruochen, you are driving us to a dead end, and you will bear the consequences at your own risk."
"There is no way for me to survive all the way, so we can only die together."
Some of the Yunjie monks, with a certain death intention, were preparing to look for opportunities to self-destruct the Holy Source, die together with Zhang Ruochen, and eliminate a powerful enemy for the Yunjie.
Looking at a dozen monks from the Cloud Realm, they attacked like crazy.
Zhang Ruochen stood at the bottom of the stairs, did not retreat, but took out a Tiangang Purple Fire Talisman, inspired the inscriptions on the Talisman, and punched it out.
Then, he used the purple sacred mountain as a shield to block it in front of him.
"Boom."
Violent energy swept through most of the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, and purple flames filled the ground, burning the soil in many places into golden droplets.
When Zhang Ruochen moved the purple sacred mountain away, all the monks in the cloud world turned into broken bones and fell to the ground, burning like fire.
"What a pity, another one is consumed." Zhang Ruochen said.
Outside the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, a large number of monks gathered. They had been talking about each other, but at this moment, they fell into deathly silence.
Only the sound of wind flowed through the crowd.
Perhaps they held their breath for too long, and after a while, a series of gasping sounds were heard.
"It's too bloody, too cruel, and too cruel."
A young man with evil lines between his eyebrows yelled: "Who said Zhang Ruochen was not worthy of his name when he was ranked first on the "Holy Merit List"? You almost killed me, but fortunately the king and the monks from the cloud world found out Zhang Ruochen's true identity. strength, otherwise I would be stupid enough to challenge him and still not be beaten to death with his ferocious methods?"
Previously, the monk who planned to challenge Zhang Ruochen was not just that young man?
But seeing Zhang Ruochen so brave, so ruthless, and so bloody, who would dare to challenge him? Obviously, Zhang Ruochen is a murderer.
Another monk said: "I have seen the battlefield mirror image of Zhang Ruochen's battle in the ancestral spirit world. With one person's strength, he killed the Rakshasa army and fled like a lost dog. You actually dare to provoke him, do you think you have a long life? "
About one hundred and twenty miles away from the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, there was a man and a woman standing in the wilderness. They were wearing light blue holy robes, with the word "Truth" embroidered on the collar of the holy robes.
On the sleeve of the holy robe, there is a white crane embroidered on it.
Wearing the blue sky robes of cranes, it means that they are the divine disciples of the Temple of Truth. They have a great background and can patrol the Heaven of Truth. They have great power, which cannot be compared with those third-class disciples, second-class disciples, and first-class disciples.
The man looked to be in his twenties, very young, and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen caused so much massacre as soon as he came to the Realm of Truth. He obviously wanted to establish his authority and make everyone afraid of him."
"Not expected."
The woman's face was covered with a white veil, and she had an ethereal aura about her, like the moon in the clouds or the flowers in the mirror, mysterious and unpredictable.
After a pause, she added: "Perhaps this is just the beginning of the bloody storm."
The man nodded and said: "Guanghan Realm has been bullied for a hundred thousand years, and the accumulated resentment is like water in the sea. It is difficult to express it, but it has to be vented. The appearance of Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space, must be the cause of the turmoil in the Realm of Truth. beginning."
"What does the Master mean?"
The woman's voice was soft and soft, like a clear spring flowing over a stone.
The man said: "The master said that this is a continuation of the battle a hundred thousand years ago, and it is inconvenient for the Temple of Truth to intervene. As long as the situation is still under control, as long as they do not exceed the rules set by the Temple of Truth, we only need to Be a bystander.”
"The representative of that side is Shang Ziyan, can Zhang Ruochen defeat him?" the woman said without any emotion.
The man was silent for a moment, then smiled again and said, "Didn't Shang Ziyan lose a game a few days ago? Zhang Ruochen is, after all, the descendant of Saint Monk Xumi. The two eternal ways of time and space are The controller of the ancient way may not be able to create a ray of light amid the darkness."
"Besides, Zhang Ruochen may not all be enemies in the heavenly world. I have carefully studied the archives from a hundred thousand years ago and analyzed them. The successors of the Taoist lineage may come into contact with him. The Buddhist lineage has also I have received a lot of favor from Holy Monk Xumi. On the contrary, it is the attitude of the Temple of Time and the Temple of Space, but it is difficult to guess."
The woman said: "If there is a fight between the avenues, there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Since the fire of hatred is burning, only the blood of the dead can extinguish it."
The wind blows.
The figures of a man and a woman became increasingly faint and disappeared in the wilderness.