In the previous chapter, I wrote a wrong name. It was not "Yun Zhongjun" but "Yun Zhongsheng".
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The tyrannical power that emerged from the body of the living corpse in the cloud was released like a violent wind and rain, shattering Feng Yan's clone.
At the same time, explosions were also heard from the other two directions.
The bodies of the other two supreme saints in the Confucian world also exploded and turned into blood mist. The terrifying energy was vented in all directions, causing all the dense Taoist chains on the island to appear.
Three shocking bloody pits were left on the ground.
The three supreme saints did not self-destruct the holy source, but were killed by powerful monks using ancient secret methods. If they self-destructed the holy source, even if Feng Yan had the cultivation level of a demigod, he would probably be seriously injured, or even
It's the fall.
Only two spiritual power saints at the early stage of the sixty-ninth level used the mental power escape technique and retreated far away to save their lives. However, they were all frightened and stared at Feng Yan with frightened eyes.
Angry again.
They believed that it was Feng Yan who killed the three major leaders in the Confucian world.
"Emperor Yan, you are too cruel. What grudge does our Confucian community have against you? You are bullying others too much!" One of the sixty-ninth-level spiritual power saints at the early stage said with a ferocious expression.
Another sixty-ninth level spiritual power great sage burst into tears and said angrily: "The Confucian community just wants to avenge Gong Yangmu, what crime is there?"
Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had been tricked.
"Be careful, get back quickly." Shu Qianchi's voice sounded from behind.
Feng Yan sensed the dangerous aura and was about to retreat when white lights appeared in his six pupils.
Twenty-four sacred swords of the king, blessed by the divine power of light, flew from twenty-four different directions.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa..."
Each sword is at the level of the Four-Element King's Sacred Artifact and is forged from the same material. The inscriptions engraved on the sword are all related to each other.
These twenty-four swords are called the "Twenty-Four Judgment Sword Array".
It is run by twenty-four elders from the Judgment Palace, all of whom are at the highest level of cultivation.
The twenty-four war swords were activated at the same time, and the inscriptions on the war swords escaped, connected with each other, and intertwined into a sword network, combining the power of the war swords together.
The twenty-four supreme sages shouted in unison: "Behead Fengyan to avenge the great sage of the Confucian world."
"Boom!"
Twenty-four war swords flew by, and Fengyan's purple-green chaotic sea was torn open, as if it were made of paper, and it could not withstand it for a moment.
Feng Yan's six arms waved at the same time, either to shoot out the holy weapon, or to perform the holy spell, and collided with the twenty-four swords. However, it only lasted for three breaths, and his body defense failed.
was breached.
A war sword flew past the left side of his head, leaving a deep bloody gash, and his head was almost cut off.
The blood vessels in the neck were broken and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Another war sword hit his chest. Although it was blocked by layers of holy light, it still hit Feng Yan with severe pain in his internal organs, causing his body to stumble back dozens of steps.
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There are too many war swords, and each one is activated by the supreme sage.
The war swords formed a sword formation, breaking through the Dao realm, attacking flaws, cutting off the physical body, and attacking the holy soul. Even if Feng Yan had three heads and six arms, he could not stop him. He was injured frequently and was surrounded by dangers.
It is even more impossible to retreat back to the circle. There is a war sword blocking his retreat.
The twenty-four elders of the Judgment Palace flew from all directions and landed outside the Green Pear Garden.
They were all wearing white holy robes, with old and wrinkled faces, and their bodies were as fluorescent as jade. The youngest one was over eight thousand years old. The oldest one was twenty-four thousand years old.
of advanced age.
They formed sword fingers and manipulated the holy sword.
"Revenge for fellow Taoist Yun Zhongsheng."
"Zhan Fengyan, leader Chen Tiantu cannot die in vain."
"The Palace of Judgment kills evil!"
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Being called evil by the other party caused an unknown fire to surge out of Feng Yan's body. He was completely disappointed with the Temple of Light. It was disgusting to confuse right and wrong and frame him up like this.
"Second brother, let me help you."
Xiang Chunan rushed out of the circle, a steady stream of holy energy gushed out from the palms of his hands, and he sacrificed the metal magic crown.
The Demonic Crown became as huge as a cauldron, releasing a vast amount of demonic power. As it rotated, it formed layer after layer of huge waves of supreme power, impacting towards the Twenty-Four Judgment Sword Formation.
"The power of light purifies evil spirits." An elder from the Judgment Palace shouted.
"Swish!"
Half of the twenty-four war swords flew towards Xiang Chunan and collided fiercely with the metal magic crown.
The sound of metal colliding was like countless planets colliding. If an ordinary holy monk were on the island, his body would be cracked by the sound waves, and his holy soul would be shattered.
The supreme holy weapon is in the hands of a strong man at the peak of demigods, and its power is infinite. Xiang Chunan continuously blasts away the twelve war swords, and joins Feng Yan.
The night was illuminated by the holy light on the sea, and the bright moon in the sky seemed rather faint.
Many of the monks who came to participate in the Red Dust Conference gathered in the waters near this island.
The leader of the Wanxu Realm, which dominates the world in the north, is a mysterious figure who is sitting in a demigod-level battleship and has not shown up. However, his two waiters are standing on the deck of the battleship, both of whom are no more than three thousand years old.
The 20-year-old great sage has reached the level of demi-god.
The emperor of the witch-god civilization stood with his hands behind his back on top of a black altar hundreds of feet high. Behind him, there were countless figures, all of them exuding a strong aura of the holy way.
In the Pangu Realm, the world dominated by the East, a large number of monks came to the nearby sea to watch the battle. They stood on a holy mountain. The holy mountain stood in the sea, with wisps of mist floating in the mountain, vast and indistinct, like a fairy painting.
Although there are some monks in the Pangu world who challenge the powerful factions in the heaven world, as the rulers of the world, they cannot participate too deeply. Most of the monks look at tonight's events with the mentality of bystanders.
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"The bullies in the Heaven Realm are too cruel. The Twenty-Four Judgment Sword Formation is said to be used to suppress Yuanhui-level representatives. How can it be easily mobilized?"
"The heavenly battalion is here. Is there anything strange about mobilizing the twenty-four judgment sword formations?"
"Who is this for? To scare us?"
The two waiters of the leader of the Wanxu Realm were talking on the battleship. They saw the profound meaning of the Heaven Realm's actions and had cold expressions on their faces.
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Zhang Ruochen also walked out of the circle, but he ignored the twenty-four elders of the Judgment Palace and went to pick up the soldiers and holy sources left behind after the death of the three supreme sages in the Confucian world.
The warriors of the Supreme Sage are of high quality, and each piece is priceless.
In the Green Pear Garden, the monks from the Tianlong World and the Book World were worried about the safety of Feng Yan and Xiang Chunan. They were all shocked when they saw Shu Qianchi doing this.
How could he still want to collect treasures after how long had it been?
Ao Xukong said: "It stands to reason that the Twenty-Four Judgment Sword Formation is led by the Grand Master of the Judgment Palace using the Sword of Judgment, so that it can burst out with the strongest power. Now, they do not have the Sword of Judgment, nor do they have peak demigods.
If a strong person dominates, the power of the sword array will be greatly reduced. Perhaps we can use the power of the talisman to break it and help the Young Palace Master and the Rock Emperor escape from trouble."
Fairy Linglong shook her head and said: "No, Mr. Shu said that our biggest threat is the peach blossom, and the magic talisman cannot be touched lightly."
"Mr. Shu..."
Ao Xukong looked at Shu Qianchi, his eyelids twitching, showing a look of surprise.
I saw that after Shu Qianchi picked up the treasures left by the three supreme Confucian sages, he unexpectedly attacked two 69th level spiritual power sages from the Confucian world.
How could the two spiritual masters of the Confucian world have imagined that Shu Qianchi would be so courageous, and that they were caught off guard by Shu Qianchi before they could use any counterattack.
Shu Qianchi forcibly took away the sacred spiritual weapons from their bodies, and then carried them back to Qingli Garden.
"Boom!"
Zhang Ruochen was still a hundred feet away from the Qingli Garden when suddenly a figure fell from the sky and fell to the ground, causing countless cracks in the ground.
In the center of the crack, stood a handsome man in white, tall and thin, with white hair.
Under his feet, there were circles of divine patterns permeating the air, and above his head, a Star Soul God's Throne, composed of fifteen planets, was faintly visible. The divine energy emanating from the Star Soul God's Throne spanned nine days and fell on him, followed by a shock.
The divine power in the monk's heart surged towards Zhang Ruochen.
"God? No, it's a false god."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes became solemn, and without panic, he threw away the two spiritual masters of the Confucian world who were holding them in his hands.
Not only the monks who have refined the divine source and transformed into a divine body are called "false gods".
There is also a kind of false god, which is a great sage with a strong physique. He has refined the complete star soul of God, transformed the holy soul into a divine soul, and controls a complete star soul throne. He can mobilize the divine power of the star soul throne for his own use.
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Although they are great saints, in the starry sky near the Star Soul God's throne, they can explode into pseudo-god-level combat power.
"I am the God of Judgment of the Judgment Palace. With my status, I should not take action against you. However, you dare to capture me, the Grand Master of the Judgment Palace, and challenge the authority of the Temple of Light. I will kill you no matter what today.
." The voice of the God of Judgement was as cold as a knife.
Zhang Ruochen was not intimidated by the other party's divine power and said: "The envoy misunderstood. I did not capture the Grand Palace Master, but just invited her to the Qingli Garden as a guest."
"In this case, let her come out. The monks in the Judgment Palace are very worried about her safety." The God of Judgment approached Zhang Ruochen step by step, and the aura under his feet turned into an ocean.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the incoming sea of spirit, shrugged, and said: "She is the grand master of the Judgment Palace, how can she listen to me. Why don't you call her and try?"
"Forget it, I don't want to listen to your sophistry anymore, so I'll kill you first, and then level the Qingli Garden. Naturally, I can rescue the Grand Palace Master." The Judgment Divine Envoy has an elegant temperament and speaks very calmly, but there is a murderous look in his eyes.
surge.
Zhang Ruochen quickly retreated and said, "Aren't gods afraid of punishment by heaven when they interfere in the secular world?"
"This divine envoy is not meddling in the secular world, I just want to save the Grand Palace Master. Besides, I suspect that you are also a false god. I have to test your strength."
The God of Judgment activated the divine power of the Star Soul God's Throne, stretched out his right hand, and grasped it in the air with his fingers.
A divine hand that was tens of feet long appeared above Zhang Ruochen's head, freezing the space and suppressing the rules of heaven and earth. It was so powerful that it was not weaker than the attack of the false god.
(Do you think that the strength of the Judgment Palace is too strong? In fact, in the setting, this is only part of the strength of the Judgment Palace. Just like the Death Palace, one of the twelve palaces of the Temple of Destiny, ten demigods can be easily mobilized
Same. This is not the full strength of the Death Palace!)