Zhang Ruochen has already seen that Nan Sheng's mental strength has reached the sixty-eighth level. Considering his age, this is an incredible achievement.
Although Zhang Ruochen's mental power is also at the 68th level, the combat power of a great sage who studies the way of mental power intensively and a great sage who uses mental power as an auxiliary are not the same. What's more, Nan Sheng comes from heaven.
South.
In a real mental battle, none of the ten Zhang Ruochen's combined could be Nan Sheng's opponent.
Therefore, Zhang Ruochen had no intention of competing with Nan Sheng in spiritual strength.
Zhang Ruochen was extremely cautious, took out the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Bead, mobilized his mental power to inject it, and used the Supreme Sacred Artifact to form a mental defense. He also activated the Vulcan Armor, spread out the twelve wings on his back, and quickly rushed into the cloud of death thoughts, approaching Nan Sheng.
Only in close combat can Zhang Ruochen have a chance to win.
"His mental power has actually reached the sixty-eighth level."
Nan Sheng curled his mouth, closed his eyes, waved his arms gently, and the power of death thoughts gathered in all directions of his body, forming a group of death demon butterflies.
The magic butterfly is only the size of a palm, extremely phantom and beautiful, and its wings are in three colors.
"Swish."
The demon butterflies flew out quickly like flying knives, leaving streaks of light in three colors. They kept hitting the Vulcan armor, making a sound of gold and stone colliding.
Every time a demon butterfly collided with him, it was like a heavy punch hitting Zhang Ruochen.
Looking at Zhang Ruochen who was getting closer and closer, Nan Sheng frowned. The most important thing about his "Death Butterfly Dance" was not the impact of the demon butterfly at all, but the strong death thoughts contained in the demon butterfly.
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Once the body is hit by a demon butterfly, the power of death will instantly invade the body, corrode the flesh and blood, and devour the vitality. Even the holy armor of the king's sacred weapon level cannot block his power of death.
However, the armor on Zhang Ruochen seems to have a restraining effect on the power of death thoughts and cannot penetrate at all.
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen was within thirty feet.
"The Butterfly Emperor breaks out of his cocoon."
As Nan Sheng's voice sounded, a large group of three-color death demon butterflies gathered together in front of him, forming a cocoon ball about ten feet in diameter.
Just when Zhang Ruochen was slashing with his sword, the Butterfly Emperor took shape in the cocoon ball, stretched out a slender arm of multicolored light, and blocked the edge of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
"Bang!"
The sword that could shatter stars and the moon was blocked!
"Stab it."
The cocoon ball shattered and opened, and a huge butterfly emperor appeared, radiating five-color brilliance. Except for three pairs of long and pointed arms, the body turned out to be a completely naked and stunning beauty.
The huge butterfly wings spread out and flapped gently, releasing colorful light spots and surrounding Zhang Ruochen.
The five-colored light spots contain powerful spiritual energy and can enchant monks.
In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, the beauty with huge butterfly wings became more and more attractive.
This kind of illusion certainly cannot capture Zhang Ruochen's ambition.
He noticed vigilantly that Nan Sheng once again mobilized the rules of the holy way, formed a sword of light, and flew from behind.
With the Butterfly Emperor in front and the rain of knives behind, the situation is extremely dangerous.
"it's over!"
Nan Sheng thought he was sure of winning, and the smile in his eyes became even stronger.
Suddenly, there was a huge pain in his heart, the smile in his eyes disappeared, and instead he shouted loudly: "The Death Curse."
The Sacred Heart is the place where spiritual power is stored. Being attacked by Zhang Ruochen using the power of the curse naturally greatly affected Nan Sheng's spiritual power. Even the colorful light on the Death Butterfly Emperor controlled by his mental power quickly dimmed.
Zhang Ruochen knew that his only chance to win had appeared!
Without hesitation, he activated one of the seven soul swords hanging in the air sea.
"Raging Sword!"
A bright sword light flew out from Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows, penetrated the Butterfly Emperor's body, and then hit Nan Sheng's chest.
"call out!"
The thirty-six beast patterns and blood-red runes on Nan Sheng's body emerged at the same time, but the sword light still penetrated his body, causing him to fly out like a cannonball and crash into the ruins.
The seven soul swords correspond to Zhang Ruochen's seven emotions: sadness, love, desire, anger, joy, disgust, and fear.
Among them, the Sorrow Sword is the strongest and the Fear Sword is the weakest.
However, the strength of the Seven Swords is related to the monk's mood. Any mood, if it is extreme enough, can explode with unparalleled power.
As long as Zhang Ruochen is extremely frightened, even if he uses the Fear Sword, it will still be stronger than the Mourning Sword.
The power of the sword has strong destructive power on the monk's spiritual power, holy soul, and emotions, but is weaker on the physical body.
"The power of the sword is so powerful that it breaks down Nan Sheng's physical defense." Zhang Ruochen was secretly shocked. After all, he knew very well that because he was not angry enough, the power of the angry sword he had just triggered was actually very average.
It's like he obviously has 100 million holy stones, but he can only take out 10,000 holy stones to show off. He obviously has other holy stones on his body, but he can't show them out.
Zhang Ruochen immediately drew out the ancient Shen Yuan sword and flew straight towards the place where Nan Sheng fell.
"Bang!"
Shen Yuan's ancient sword was knocked backwards by a seal.
With a "swish" sound, Nan Sheng rushed out of the ruins, attached a talisman to his body, and threw another talisman towards Da Sikong and Er Sikong. Then, he fled away at an extremely fast speed.
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He thought he could bear the physical injuries.
However, the trauma to his mental power and holy soul was extremely serious, and he couldn't figure out the origin of Zhang Ruochen's sword just now, so he ran away very decisively.
Zhang Ruochen moved in front of Da Sikong and Er Sikong, pressed his palm forward, and used the space freezing method.
"Boom!"
The talisman burst open, with a power comparable to that of a great saint in the immortal realm who self-explodes the holy source, and the frozen space was instantly torn apart.
Zhang Ruochen was holding one in one hand, taking Da Sikong and Er Sikong with him, and appeared ten miles away. Looking back, he saw that the destructive power erupted from the talisman was weakened and resolved by the ancient divine patterns, but it still razed a large area to the ground.
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Nan Sheng's resentful voice came from nowhere: "Zhang Ruochen, I remember this sword today! I will definitely return it double in the future."
Zhang Ruochen could roughly sense his location, but he didn't chase him.
A person like Nan Sheng must have a lot of life-saving treasures on his body, and with his strong cultivation, if he really catches up with him, the chance of leaving him behind is very small, but he may ambush him and suffer a big loss.
"When you see me again, you will fear me like a god." Zhang Ruochen said.
The great sages who had been staying nearby were all frightened and fled in secret.
terrible!
Nan Sheng actually lost to Zhang Ruochen. If this news spreads out, it will definitely alarm the ten clans in hell.
They never believed that Zhang Ruochen was still at the Hundred Flaps Realm, and they all felt that Zhang Ruochen must have received a great opportunity in the Origin Temple and had broken through to the Thousand Questions Realm.
"Uncle Master is so handsome, I want to practice swordsmanship." Da Sikong said excitedly.
Zhang Ruochen put away Shen Yuan's ancient sword, took out two sacred stones and held them in his hands, saying: "You are not suitable for swordsmanship! However, I see that you and Er Sikong's physiques seem to be very special. What race are you?"
"What race?" Da Sikong was stunned and said, "Aren't we the same? Oh, no, Uncle Master is a half-human, half-immortal vampire, and Er Sikong and I must be pure-blooded humans."
"Yeah?"
A sword-shaped sword energy flew out of Zhang Ruochen's eyes.
The sword energy flew past the edge of Da Sikong's round face, and the sword edge came into contact with his skin, making a harsh friction sound, and specks of light flew out.
The skin was not cut.
Da Sikong fell to the ground, covered his face and screamed, "Uncle Master, do you have anything you can say? Monks don't lie, I am really a human being."
"Uncle Master, do you have any guesses in your mind?" Er Sikong asked calmly with his hands clasped together.
Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "Forget it, if I ask you, you probably don't know. When I have the chance, I will ask your master in person."
Da Sikong got up from the ground, rubbed his fat face, and muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, his appearance was not disfigured."
Zhang Ruochen sat on a huge rock and said: "Now, tell me, what happened, and why were you chased by the monks from the Temple of Death? Demonic Sound, Fairy, Stone Emperor, Sword Emperor and others are now
Where?"
At this time, Zhen Kill, Zhen Greed, and Zhen Wan successively dragged their injured bodies out of the muddy ruins and saluted Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, and Er Sikong.
Their cultivation is strong and they are no longer in the central area, so even if the talisman explodes, they cannot be killed.
Zhang Ruochen was about to take out the Fountain of Life to help them heal their wounds, but he saw that they had already taken out a Zhuyuanhui-level holy medicine one after another, and stuffed it into their mouths like eating radishes.
Come on!
They now have more kinds of holy medicines than Zhang Ruochen.
If the monks of the Temple of Death don’t hunt them down, then who should they?
After taking the holy medicine, Er Sikong narrated: "During the period after my uncle left, we have been picking in the area full of holy medicine, and we have gained a lot. Well, by the way, not long after my uncle left, something happened
A strange thing happened, and then the fairy disappeared!"
Zhang Ruochen asked: "What's weird?"
"The sound of the flute." Da Sikong said.
"What flute sound?"
Zhang Ruochen sat up straight and his eyes became solemn.
Da Sikong said vividly: "It was just a melodious flute sound, which was extremely beautiful. When the flute sounded, those holy medicines, whether they were trees, grass, flowers... all swayed together, blooming more than usual.
Ten times the light.”
Er Sikong nodded and said: "The fairy disappeared at that time."
"How could this happen? The sound of the flute should not be Pluto. Could it be the new god of Kunlun Realm who has been following him?" Zhang Ruochen frowned and murmured to himself.
Zhang Ruochen, like A Le, also vaguely felt that there was something that had been following him since he was in the Hundred Clans Royal City.
At first, he thought it was his hallucination and didn't take it too seriously, but when he activated the space teleportation array, the feeling was very clear.
Therefore, he secretly guessed that it was the new god of Kunlun Realm mentioned by the Dragon Lord.
If a god enters the world of gods, even if he stands in front of Zhang Ruochen, it will be difficult for Zhang Ruochen to detect it. Only by using the heart of truth can he detect anything strange.
"No, if the sound of the flute is played by the new god of Kunlun Realm, why do those holy medicines respond? Could it be that... there are some alien creatures in the Origin Temple that have survived through the ages?"
The more he thought about it, Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but feel a little creepy, and he felt deeply worried about Givenchy.