To cast a spell on a single person, you need to get something from the other person. It can be a drop of blood, a hair...or the clothes worn by that person.
Without these things, if you want to cast a spell on the enemy, you must use mental power or eyes to lock it first.
If it cannot be locked, the power of the spell will naturally be greatly reduced.
Just like Yan Wushen before, he used Buddha's light to easily purify the curse that invaded his body.
The boundless mental power is unparalleled in the entire Huntian battlefield. No monk can compare with him. Zhang Ruochen moved more than twenty times in a row, but could not escape the lock of his mental power.
In the end, while Wujiang cast the Death Heart Curse, he also cast the Dark Light Curse, completely trapping Zhang Ruochen.
"What a weird curse."
Zhang Ruochen stood in a circle of dark green light, not panicking, but his heart had stopped beating.
Even his physical body, no matter how immune it was to the curse, could not withstand such a powerful spell.
The body temperature drops rapidly and reaches freezing point.
The blood flow speed becomes slow.
What's even more frightening is that his heart has lost consciousness, as if it was frozen by ice or turned into stone. Even with his sixty-fifth level of mental strength, he cannot protect it.
"Many of the gods in the hell world are probably eyeing me. If I use the Heart of Truth, I will definitely be exposed."
Using the heart of truth, Zhang Ruochen has the confidence to break the death curse.
However, I dare not use it directly.
Of course, Zhang Ruochen can also escape into the Purple Gold Gourd and use the power of the Supreme to fight against the Death Heart Curse. However, although he saves his life by doing so, he is giving up the battle of hunting the sky and completely traps himself.
In just one thought, Zhang Ruochen thought of several coping strategies, but they were all rejected one by one.
"It can only be this way!"
With a sharp look in his eyes, Zhang Ruochen released a million times the masculinity that he had forcibly suppressed. Then, the divine flames contained in the Divine Fire of Purification and Yan Divine Legs also became violent.
In an instant, his body turned red.
"Dong dong."
The heart resumes beating.
Zhang Ruochen's whole body was burned with divine flames, his two eyeballs turned into fire beads, and the dark green dark light that trapped him became slightly distorted.
"Blood-milled embers."
A round of bloody millstones gradually condensed and took shape above his head.
The brilliance of the stars in the form of the Realm of Truth radiates out, filling the surroundings of the body, spreading the dark light, and continuously converging towards the bloody millstone. The destructive aura erupted from the bloody millstone is getting stronger and stronger.
Wujiang's face condensed, and he simultaneously transmitted a message to the one hundred and thirty-two great saints of the Nether Clan: "What Zhang Ruochen performed was the famous stunt of the Blood Jue God of War when he was a great saint, the blood-grinding ember. He integrated the way of truth into it,
It should be to induce ten times the attack power."
"Everyone listens to the order and those who can manifest the Gate of Destiny mobilize the power of destiny to suppress Zhang Ruochen."
"Zangwentian, Zangwenhai, Wujisheng... ten of you, enter my country of the underworld and form the ten-direction underworld array."
At the feet of Wujiang, the eerie and terrifying underworld kingdom appeared, spreading out for hundreds of miles. Inside, there were demonic mountains of white bones, blood-colored lakes, magnificent underworld cities...all kinds of terrifying scenes.
Half of the opportunities that Wujiang received on his own planet were related to the "Kingdom of the Underworld", which doubled his "Kingdom of the Underworld".
Moreover, as long as more time is spent, Wujiang has the confidence to make the country of the underworld evolve more mysteriously. Even if he becomes a god in the future, there will be endless benefits.
The ten great saints of the Hundred Flails Realm of the Nether Clan rushed towards the ten directions of the Kingdom of the Netherworld, preparing to form an array.
Once the formation is formed, even if Zhang Ruochen explodes with ten times the attack power, he cannot break through the defense of the country of the underworld.
"Amitabha! Great, the opportunity has finally come!"
The Great Sage Tiannu Daoyuan used the "Rock Secret Technique" to turn his body like a star fragment and stone, floating in this space, ready to ambush Zhang Ruochen at any time.
However, Zhang Ruochen's space skills are so powerful that he has never found a suitable opportunity.
Wujiang was going all out to control the Death Heart Curse, the Dark Light Curse, and the Kingdom of the Underworld. Suddenly, he sensed something in his mind and noticed that a star fragment and stone was flying towards him quickly.
"Huh? Stone? No."
Wujiang's expression changed and he shouted: "There is an ambush, be careful."
"Haha! It's too late, ashes will return to ashes, dust will return to dust, everything will disappear."
The stone fragment of the star manifested into a round shape, with a big bald head and a round face. The body emitted thousands of golden light, and the flesh was cracked inch by inch.
"Boom."
Self-explosion of the Holy Source.
The ten Great Saints of the Hundred Flail Realm who were planning to form an formation were the first to bear the brunt. They were within the core range of Dao Yuan's self-destruction. They were instantly exploded into ten balls of blood mist, leaving only pieces of the Great Holy Bones, which were thrown away.
Dao Yuan is a great saint of the Hundred Flails Realm. The destructive power caused by his self-destruction was too strong, and he rushed towards Wujiang and more than a hundred great saints of the Nether Tribe.
Wujiang gritted his teeth and trembled with anger.
Just now, if we didn't go all out to deal with Zhang Ruochen, how could a mere Tiannu have the chance to self-destruct the Holy Source in front of him?
The death of ten great saints of the Nether Clan in the Hundred Flails Realm was a huge loss. In the eyes of the Nether Clan gods, it was all his fault, and he must bear full responsibility.
Wujiang took a deep breath and pressed his palm forward.
"Wow——"
In front of the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi Bead, a round dark light formed, like a shield, resisting the incoming destructive power.
Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised. How could he have imagined that such a change would happen.
In fact, Dao Yuan wanted to ambush Zhang Ruochen, but he saw more than a hundred Nether Clan great saints gathered on the opposite side. Moreover, they were completely defenseless and could be wiped out all in one wave.
Therefore, the strategy was temporarily changed.
What does it mean to die together with Zhang Ruochen?
Killing more than a hundred great saints from the hell world at once will give you a greater sense of accomplishment.
"It's a good opportunity."
"Bang!"
Zhang Ruochen shattered the Dark Light Curse and fired out blood-milled embers with ten times the attack power. It passed through the destructive force formed by Dao Yuan's self-destruction and hit the circular Dark Light screen in front of Wujiang.
"Oops!"
Wujiang's heart sank when he saw the blood-red millstone in front of him that was bigger than the mountains.
A brilliant wave of light of destruction emitted, and the Netherworld shield shattered. Wujiang and more than a hundred Netherworld saints were thrown out at the same time, and each one of them was seriously injured.
"After all... I still lost..."
Wujiang's physical body was even more damaged, and even his mental power was counterattacked by the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi Beads, and he suffered a certain amount of trauma.
"cut!"
Zhang Ruochen chased after him, slashed with his hand, and created a crack in space.
Wujiang barely held up the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead to block it.
"cut!"
"Cut again!"
…
The space power fell one after another, and Wujiang finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell into the broken space, surrounded by nothingness and darkness.
Zhang Ruochen fished it out with his big hand, grabbed the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi Bead that wanted to fly away, and quickly sealed it.
Another supreme holy weapon is obtained.
In an instant, the space became flat again.
Zhang Ruochen felt a little regretful that he could not kill Wujiang after all.
Having reached the realm of Wujiang, Yanhuangtu and others, coupled with their abnormal talents, they are easy to defeat, but too difficult to kill.
Previously, Zhang Ruochen wanted to kill Wujiang, but instead put himself in a dangerous situation. So this time he was very decisive and directly drove Wujiang into the void space, making him withdraw from the battlefield.
Next, there are more important things to do.
"Killing the Great Sage Yanhong, defeating Emperor Yan Tu and Wujiang in a row, Zhang Ruochen is so arrogant."
"In the entire Huntian battlefield, I am afraid that only Que can be his opponent!"
"Have you forgotten Yan Wushen? Yan Wushen is also a Yuanhui-level genius and will never be weaker than Zhang Ruochen."
…
Throughout the hell world, countless monks are talking about Zhang Ruochen.
At the same time, they also talked about Que, Greed Ying, Yan Wushen, and even Luo Shengtian. However, the defeated Yanhuangtu and Wujiang were rarely mentioned.
The loser is doomed to become a foil and lackluster.
Yan Wushen's eyes were deep and he said: "You have never used the Holy Will in your fight with Wujiang. Is it because the Holy Will you have cultivated has reached a higher level and cannot be perfectly integrated with the Holy Art?"
In order to transform the holy will into combat power, it must be combined with the holy art.
And this combination requires a lot of practice and polishing to achieve perfection.
Zhang Ruochen's whole body was burning with flames and his fighting spirit was boiling. He smiled noncommittally at Yan Wushen and disappeared from the place.
It appeared again, hundreds of miles away.
The space moved again and again, rapidly approaching the White Jade Sacred Tree.
"It seems that Zhang Ruochen has given up on spending a lot of time hunting down the Great Sage Tiannu, and is instead preparing to rescue the immortal vampires hiding in the white jade sacred tree. At the same time, he should have set his final target on Emperor Chi. As long as
Killing Emperor Chi will seal the victory in the battle of Shou Tian."
"Furthermore, Zhang Ruochen probably has not completely expelled the power of the curse from his body, and may even have suffered a certain degree of trauma."
Yan Wushen analyzed secretly, and then shouted: "Zhang Ruochen, don't leave, fight with me."
He also used Space Movement to catch up.
Arriving at the edge of the White Jade Sacred Tree, there were more than thirty great sages of the dead, each of whom took out the holy weapon of the king and attacked Zhang Ruochen.
"Get out of the way."
Zhang Ruochen sacrificed the seven-star ghost lotus and turned it into seven-petal ghost lotus petals, slashing all the king's holy weapons away. Half of the king's holy weapons were cracked and became half-waste.
In front of the Supreme Sacred Artifact, the King's Sacred Artifact is completely inadequate.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen formed a sacred fire hand seal and used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm to knock out more than thirty saints of the dead. Furthermore, the pure and annihilating sacred fire ignited their immortal holy bodies.
"No, it's the Emperor Flame level pure annihilating divine fire. Drive them out of the body quickly, otherwise we will be burned to ashes." A great saint of the dead exclaimed.
Zhang Ruochen ignored them and rushed into the White Jade Sacred Tree.
…
Dark Star No. 7.
Luo Ji stood in the darkness, looking at the seventh dark star, and said, "Have you found it? Where are the monks from the Yama and Shangsan tribes hiding?"
A Rakshasa girl in the realm of the Great Sage stood behind her, a little nervous, and bowed: "Check...can't find it, they hide it very secretly."
"How is it possible that there are no traces at all?"
Luo Ji became even more uneasy and asked again: "Dark Star No. 7, what is the situation now?"
Another great sage of the Rakshasa tribe said: "All the great sage Tiannu are still gathered on the planet."
Luo Yi said: "Are they all there?"
"The great saints of the six tribes surrounded them, how could they escape?" the Rakshasa tribe laughed.
Luo Qi pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "No, no."
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" asked the Sword Prison Emperor.
Luo Ji said: "On the last day, less than half of the time has passed. How can the Yama clan and the Shangsan clan remain calm and still take no action? This is one of them."
"Secondly, the holy energy of those Great Saint Tiannu has been almost exhausted. Why do they still stay in the seventh dark star and wait to die?"
"There must be something wrong, let's go explore it again."
The great sages of the Rakshasa clan and the Immortal Vampire clan present looked at each other and smiled, feeling that Luo Yi's worries were unnecessary.
A soft and sweet voice came from the darkness: "There is no need to go and search. The Yama clan, the three upper clans, including the Tiannu on the seventh dark star, have all left long ago."
The moving figure of the magic sound leaped out gracefully and beautifully, and landed in front of everyone.
"Impossible, I just checked at close range, and all the Great Sage Tiannu are still on the seventh dark star." The Great Sage who just reported to Luo Yi said decisively.
"If the Great Sage Tiannu, the upper three tribes, and the Yama tribe all left, how could we not be aware of it?"
Most of the great sages present had expressions of disbelief.
After hearing the words of the demonic voice, Luo Yi's face became extremely ugly.
Moyin stared at the great sage of the Rakshasa tribe who spoke just now, and sneered: "What you saw is just the illusion they left behind. The purpose is to keep us in the seventh dark star. The Rakshasa tribe has come out.
You are such an idiot, how much time did you waste on us? Do you know that you are already a capital offender?"
The great sage of the Rakshasa tribe turned pale, his legs became weak, and he took a step back.
Because he was afraid of danger, he didn't dare to get too close to Dark Star No. 7 when he went to investigate. Naturally, he couldn't see through the illusion on the planet.
If it is really because of him that the Immortal Vampire Clan and the Rakshasa Clan lose in the Huntian Battlefield, the consequences will be very serious, and it is very likely that it will be a capital crime.
Luo Yi didn't like Mo Yin, but he still asked patiently: "What exactly is going on?"
Moyin said: "I just went to Dark Star No. 7. After breaking the phantom, there were two space teleportation arrays left on the ground. Among them, the smaller one has been destroyed. The larger one is very complicated.
It is completely different from the space teleportation array that the master has deployed before. I don’t know where it is teleported to.”
Luo Yi frowned and murmured to himself, "Deploying a space teleportation array on the Dark Star... I understand, it's Yan Wushen, it can only be him!"
In an instant, Luo Ji guessed the cause and effect of the whole incident, made a judgment, and said: "If I guessed correctly, it was Yan Wushen who was setting up the stage to sing the last show on the Hunting Sky battlefield. They must have gone.
The star of the undead vampire clan. Yes, that must be the case."
She immediately took out the diamond-shaped lenses and found that the points on them had not changed much from yesterday.
"Snapped!"
The diamond-shaped lens was crushed by her.
"The Divine Eye of the Ten Thousand Realms must have done it on purpose. In this last battle, it specifically tested our wisdom and did not give us any reminders in terms of points." Luo Yi was so angry that his teeth itched and his chest heaved violently.
Growing up, she was the only one who played tricks on others.
Unexpectedly, he was tricked by Yan Wushen today.
The monks of the Immortal Vampire Clan all felt their scalps numb, and they couldn't imagine how serious the consequences would be.
How can the nine-step holy kings and the few great saints on our planet stop the great saint legions of the Shangsan clan and the Yama clan? I don’t know how bad the situation has deteriorated.
The Sword Prison Emperor's expression changed several times, and he said: "Let's go, we'll rush back now, we should still have time."
"It's still too late. Zhang Ruochen is on his own planet. If he wants to leave, thousands of troops will not be able to keep him. As long as he can leave with some clan members, our points will not be cut in half." Yi
Great Sage Xuan said in a trembling voice.
The great sages of the four tribes gathered together, as well as top experts like Yan Huangtu, Yan Wushen, and Wujiang. In fact, no monk present thought that Zhang Ruochen could escape.
The outcome of defeat on the last day seems to be doomed.
The hearts of all the immortal vampire saints are filled with anger, loss, and indescribable unwillingness.
Luo Ji stopped them and said, "Where are you going?"
"You don't have to worry about it."
The Sword Prison Emperor was anxious and didn't bother to say more to her.
On the edge of Dark Star No. 7, the undead vampires have left a space teleportation array. Of course, this secret will not be told to Luo Yi. However, it will take several hours to rush to the space teleportation array from here.
Unfortunately, the space teleportation array on the Dark Star is different from the ordinary teleportation array. Except for Yan Wushen, no other monks can use it.
Even with the magic sound's space attainment, it can't be activated.
Luo Ji has calmed down, his beauty shining with a strange light, and said: "You immortal vampires still want to compete for the first place among the ten clans, you'd better listen to my suggestions. Moreover, there is a space teleportation array on the Dark Star, why are you