Fang Yi said coldly: "Zhang Ruochen, you are too arrogant. Do you really think that you can swallow so many holy sources by yourself? Are you afraid of being pushed to death?"
"Whether I can survive it or not, I don't know, but what is certain is that the Sword Prison Realm cannot even think of taking away a piece of the Holy Source."
Zhang Ruochen mobilized the power of the universe, and immediately, a powerful energy burst out from his body, shaking Fang Yi to the point where he could not stand still and fell backwards, with crimson blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"It's so strong."
Fang Yi clutched his chest, feeling very angry, but he was also very afraid and did not dare to have an attack.
Just kidding, Zhang Ruochen can kill him with just one blow now.
Moreover, with Zhang Ruochen's talent, even if he were to be killed, the Moon God would definitely try his best to save Zhang Ruochen's life, and even the Temple of Merit might not be able to punish Zhang Ruochen.
Bear with it!
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
The Jiezi from the six worlds communicated with each other through spiritual power, prepared to retreat, and then led the saints from the six worlds to forcibly snatch the Holy Source on the battlefield.
The battlefield is so vast and there are so many saints from the six worlds that even if Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, he cannot stop them.
However, just as they were about to retreat, a powerful force of the Holy Path fell on them, suppressing them so that they could not move.
Among the circles of the seven worlds, except for Wu Hao, the other six circles all had slightly changed expressions and stared at Zhang Ruochen.
The crazy man said: "Zhang Ruochen, what do you mean? We just want to take away the corpses of the dead in the mother world and the holy sources in their bodies. Isn't it enough to leave all the holy sources in Marquis Rakshasa to you?"
After Yuan Hun's death, Mad Demon became the leader of the saints of the eight realms, acting as the agent for all the responsibilities of the realm.
"Go for it!"
Zhang Ruochen waved his palm and issued an order, and then all the saints from the Central Empire of Shengming rushed out to collect the Holy Source.
After making these arrangements, Zhang Ruochen said: "Since you have escaped from that battlefield, it means that you have given up the holy sources on the battlefield and handed them over to the Rakshasa tribe. And I did it on my own.
With strength, we fought desperately to defeat the Rakshasa tribe and seize the Holy Source from the Rakshasa tribe. What qualifications do you have to take a share of the pie?"
The six world disciples all knew that if Zhang Ruochen hadn't repelled the Marquis Rakshasa army, it would have been difficult for them to escape intact, let alone obtain the Holy Source.
The worst outcome is that the entire army is annihilated.
After all, it was Zhang Ruochen who saved them. It is understandable that Zhang Ruochen wants those holy sources.
But after the Marquis Rakshasa army retreated and lost the threat of foreign enemies, they naturally wanted to take back the Holy Source, and they couldn't let Zhang Ruochen take it all for themselves.
Faced with such huge interests, the so-called kindness can only be put aside temporarily.
The six world disciples are all dragons among men, very shrewd. Almost at the same time, they used all their strength to circulate the holy energy in their bodies, bursting out the most powerful force, trying to break away from Zhang Ruochen's suppression.
"boom!"
The six strands of holy power exploded like six clouds, and the surrounding space shook violently.
"I know that the Holy Source is very important to you, but they are also very important to me. Therefore, today, you can only rob the Holy Source based on your ability. Whoever is more capable will get the Holy Source."
Zhang Ruochen said this, raised a palm, and pressed it into the void. Immediately, the ground beneath the feet of the six world disciples suddenly sank downwards, and dense space cracks appeared around their bodies, trapping them in a digital world.
Within an area of ten feet square.
"Damn it, the space in the ancestral spirit world is too fragile. Zhang Ruochen's space power can exert great power. It would be too much of a disadvantage to fight him here."
"I finally understand why Princess Rakshasa led the Marquis' army to retreat even though she had all the advantages. If Zhang Ruochen is forced into a desperate situation, with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he can completely collapse this space and fight with them.
We will die together. At that time, the Rakshasa clan will suffer heavy losses."
The six worlds were trapped inside the shattered space. Seeing that the situation was not good, the saints from the six worlds immediately rushed to the battlefield, preparing to snatch the holy source.
If so, Zhang Ruochen could not borrow the power of the Qiankun Realm, and even if he used space means in the Ancestral Spirit Realm, he would not be able to stop them.
But now...
Zhang Ruochen went all out to mobilize the power of the universe, but his body could not bear the force, and some blood marks appeared on the surface of his skin. However, he still gritted his teeth and tried to support himself.
"Space crack."
"Boom."
Zhang Ruochen tore open a long crack. The black crack connected the sky and the earth, which was extremely shocking.
With a wave of his arm, the black crack flew out, from Zhang Ruochen's feet to thousands of miles away, tearing open the space and cutting off the path forward of the six world saints.
The crack is thousands of miles long and hundreds of feet wide.
The saints who rushed to the edge of the space crack were all startled and stopped quickly. They looked ahead with wide eyes, as if they were looking at a miracle, and their legs were a little weak.
On the other side, the Saints of the Shengming Central Empire are working hard to collect the Holy Source. They all know that time is very tight, and Zhang Ruochen alone cannot contain the Saints of the six worlds for long.
Therefore, except for the Holy Source, they did not collect other treasures at all. Although it was heartbreaking, there was nothing they could do.
The one with the fastest collection speed is definitely Moyin.
Her feet turned into tens of thousands of roots and spread towards the battlefield. Each root was like a hand, collecting a large amount of holy source back.
Just when the space cracks were closed again, 99% of the holy sources on the battlefield were collected by the saints of the Ming Central Empire.
"Walk."
Zhang Ruochen roared loudly, then fired out a burst of holy energy, enveloped them, and led them to escape far away.
When Spirit Flame Demon Concubine, Dongliu Sword Master, Wan Zhaoyi and others rushed out of the broken space, Zhang Ruochen and the saints of the Shengming Central Empire had already disappeared into the horizon and lost their traces.
"What a shame. Zhang Ruochen took away more than one million Holy Sources by himself and got such a huge amount of resources. He is not afraid of being killed."
"Any subordinate mortal realm in the Heavenly Realm will have a heartbeat. Just wait and see, Zhang Ruochen is looking for death."
…
They all knew that they could not catch up with Zhang Ruochen and it was impossible to recapture the Wall of Merits and the Holy Sources. They had no choice but to lead the saints from all over the world to start looking for other treasures on the battlefield.
In addition to the holy source, there are also holy weapons, elixirs, talismans, secret books, holy corpses, holy blood... on the battlefield. These things are also very precious, and the Shengming Central Empire has no time to take them away.
There are more than one million holy corpses left on this battlefield, which is an astonishing treasure trove. Every item is worth a fortune in the mortal world.
Soon, the Zi Shi arrives, and the saint's meritorious battle ends.
A three-color divine light flew from the dark universe and fell into the four world fragments of the ancestral spirit world, like a three-color divine cloud, filling the sky and earth.
All saints in the ancestral spirit world are wrapped in divine light.
They only felt a lightness in their bodies, and then, the world was spinning. When they came into contact with the ground again, they had already arrived at the Merit Star on the bank of the Tianhe River.
Although the Merit Star is a star, it is not in the shape of a "ball", but in the shape of a "ladder". There are 8,940 steps in total. Each step is one mile high, and each step is a world.
"Book of Merits".
At the top of the stairs, there is a magnificent temple. It is as huge as the stairs below, with a height of nearly eight thousand miles. Standing below the temple, you can't see the top of the temple at all, only a layer of mist.
.
At this moment, all the living saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo gathered outside the temple.
All the saints felt shocked and couldn't help but kneel on the ground and bow to the temple.
Only a few saints remained standing, but they all had a look of awe on their faces, held their breath, and did not dare to make any noise.
"The Temple of Merit."
Zhang Ruochen looked at the plaque above the temple door and read out these four words.
Those were four divine words. When Zhang Ruochen saw those four words, he felt an overwhelming force pressing towards him, trying to force him to kneel on the ground.
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen's face turned as pale as paper, and the holy soul in his body seemed to be crushed to pieces.
"Wow——"
Zhang Ruochen quickly mobilized the power of the universe to resist the divine power emanating from the four divine inscriptions, and finally allowed his slightly bent legs to stand upright again. He also allowed the holy soul that was about to be broken to reunite.
"Bold, there is another power hidden in your body. This breaks the rules of merit war. For the sake of fairness, I will punish you now and make you disappear into ashes."
In the Temple of Merit, a vast and domineering divine voice sounded.
With every word that came out, Zhang Ruochen felt as if he had been hit hard, his body was thrown up, mouthfuls of blood spat out from his mouth, his chest collapsed, and all the bones in his body were exploding.
Seeing this scene, many saints present looked happy.
Especially the saints from the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm almost laughed out loud. It was so fun. Someone should have stepped forward to suppress Zhang Ruochen's arrogance.
"A god takes action and Zhang Ruochen is dead!"
Fang Yi felt indescribable joy in his heart.
Because Fang Yi knew that with his own strength, he would probably never be Zhang Ruochen's opponent in this life. Now it would be great for a god to take action.
"Wow."
A bright moonlight rose from the other end of the Tianhe River, and in an instant it crossed the river 108,000 miles wide and reached the sky above the Meritorious Star.
The bright moon was extremely bright and dazzling, and it actually hit the Temple of Merit.
With a "bang", the Temple of Merit was slightly shaken by the impact. The burst of divine power was so violent that it caused huge waves in the Milky Way not far away. The stars in the surrounding starry sky were shaking violently.
"Moon God, what are you going to do? Are you going to destroy the Temple of Merit?" A divine voice sounded in the temple, filled with embarrassment and anger.
"The Temple of Merit cannot be fair and wants to kill my peerless talent in the Guanghan Realm. So what if I destroy him?"
The beautiful figure of the Moon God stands in the center of the bright moon, holy and dignified, cold and elegant, with the most beautiful eyes in the world, but extremely cold and stern, like two divine swords that can pierce the sky, the earth, and the sky.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, who was seriously injured, was held in the hands of the Moon God. From his two white palms, wisps of divine power poured into his injured body, helping him heal his injuries.
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(I have been studying in Jinggangshan these days. The courses are very full and I haven’t had time to code, so I squeezed in time to write a chapter.
However, today’s study is over and I will go home tomorrow. I will probably retreat to coding for a while. The day after tomorrow, if there is nothing else to do, I should be able to resume updating. I can’t say anything else, I can only say sorry.)