The two gods were confronting each other, and the power of the gods filled the starry sky, shocking all the saints below the Temple of Merit. They all knelt on the ground, their hearts in awe, and their bodies trembling with fear.
Zhang Ruochen was severely injured by the god's attack, and his holy soul, body, and holy source were all in tatters.
In order to resist the divine sound, even the Heaven-Connecting Sacred Tree in the Universe Realm suffered heavy damage. All the leaves on the branches turned into powder, and the earth around the trunk became lifeless and turned into thousands of miles of desert.
Fortunately, the Moon God arrived in time, otherwise Zhang Ruochen would have had no chance of survival, and even the Universe World and the Heaven-Connecting Sacred Tree would have been shattered to pieces.
That is the power of God. Even if you just say a few words, you can destroy all things.
As the moonlight entered the body, the wounds on Zhang Ruochen's body, holy soul, and holy source were healing quickly. Not long after, he woke up. The first thing that caught his eye was a holy and beautiful face, whether it was skin or
There are no flaws in the facial features, as if they were carved out of divine jade and fairy crystals.
Any living creature would probably be amazed when seeing such a beautiful and agile woman.
Zhang Ruochen felt as if he was in a dream and couldn't help but say: "It's so beautiful."
Moon God's eyes were fixed on the Temple of Merit, and his eyelashes were long and curved. When he saw Zhang Ruochen regaining consciousness, he gently pushed down with his hands.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen fell to the ground.
Zhang Ruochen looked around, and memories came to him like a tide, "It turns out that just now, I was almost beaten to death by a certain god in the Temple of Merit. Why? I saved the saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo and defeated the Rakshasa clan.
, shouldn’t he be a great hero in the heavenly world?”
You must know that Zhang Ruochen performed very well on the merit battlefield and had great military exploits, so he should receive key training and awards. However, when he returned to the heavenly world, he was killed instead.
This psychological gap made Zhang Ruochen quite depressed.
At the same time, I also understand the cruel fact that I am indeed not strong enough, and I need to continue to practice hard and become stronger, otherwise I will have no power to fight back in front of God.
The Moon God and the Yan God in the Temple of Merit did not really fight in the end, because other gods intervened and persuaded them.
God's means are extraordinary. Even if what happened between them happened in front of the saints, they would not be able to see or hear it.
About an hour passed, and finally there was a result.
The voice of the Moon God reached Zhang Ruochen's ears, "The god who wants to kill you is named Yan Shen."
"Why do you want to kill me? Just because I used the power of the Qiankun Realm on the merit battlefield? However, Fang Yi from the Sword Hell Realm also used the power of Bai Weixing." Zhang Ruochen said.
"This matter is very complicated, and I can't explain it to you for the time being. But you can rest assured that he can't touch you, because you are mine." Moon God's voice was extremely pleasant to the ear, but it also gave people a sense of unswerving determination.
will.
A smile appeared on Zhang Ruochen's face. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon above. He thought to himself: "The Moon God seems to be a reliable backer. It's not in vain that I risked my life to help her win the first place in the Saint's Merit Battle."
.The key is, this backing is extremely beautiful, I guess many monks are envious of me!"
Soon, Zhang Ruochen put away his smile again, and his eyes gradually became serious, "I am still very young, so I have the protection of the Moon God, and many monks will envy me. However, as I practice longer and longer, the older I get.
When I get older, if I still need the protection of the Moon God, many people will probably laugh at me."
"To become stronger, I want to cultivate to the realm of the Saint King as soon as possible, or even the realm of the Great Saint. I must support the world by myself. Even without the protection of the Moon God, I must have the power to protect myself."
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It was impossible for the two gods to fight in the heavenly world. Someone stepped forward to stop the Moon God and the Yan God, and both gods made compromises.
Yan Shen did not embarrass Zhang Ruochen again, and Moon God did not attack the Temple of Merit again.
"Wow——"
Outside the Temple of Merit, rays of divine light emerged. A moment later, the Holy Kings and Great Sages of the Seven Realms of Shatuo all appeared in the vast square, with powerful holy power flowing through them.
The four merit wars, "Saint's Merit Battle", "Saint King's Merit Battle", "Great Sage's Merit Battle", and "God-Level Merit Battle" have all ended.
The gods of the Seven Realms of Shatuo all stood in the sky above the Temple of Merit. Because the divine power on their bodies was so powerful, the saints below could not see their figures at all.
Zhang Ruochen looked up at the bright moon, magic clouds, Buddha lotus, and star mist in the sky, but he didn't feel Chi Yao's aura, and he felt a little puzzled.
"Did Chi Yao die on the merit battlefield?" Zhang Ruochen secretly asked.
Since it is a war of merit, there are bound to be casualties.
Gods indeed have great vitality. As long as a large-scale divine war does not break out, they will almost never fall. However, this is not absolute.
After all, God is not immortal.
What's more, Chi Yao is still a new god, and his background is not as good as those gods who have practiced for tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Even if he dies on the battlefield of merit, it is completely possible.
In the Temple of Merit, a young figure walked out.
The young figure is a man who looks to be in his twenties, wearing a three-color armor, with long silver-white hair, and a vermilion three-feather crown on his head. He has a handsome appearance and temperament.
It is even more elegant and elegant, like a banished immortal walking in the world of mortals.
Behind the young man were two women dressed in white, one with a cold temperament and the other with an elegant temperament, both of whom had reached the level of a holy king.
"As expected of a monk who can enter the Temple of Merit to practice, any two women who walked out are both Saint Kings. Moreover, the aura emanating from them is quite powerful. Even one-step Saints like Jiuyou Sword Master and Chu Siyuan
Even the king may not be able to defeat them." Zhang Ruochen said secretly.
Of course, Jiuyou Sword Master and Chu Siyuan have just broken through to the first step of Saint King, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.
Two such powerful women were following behind the silver-haired man like maids. This shows that the silver-haired man must have a high status in the Temple of Merit.
"Is he...Shang Ziyan?"
"Shang Ziyan, the proud disciple of God Yan, is known as the most outstanding person in the Temple of Merit for thousands of years, and he is also the leader among the inheritors of the Temple of Merit."
"Legend has it that Shang Zixuan's appearance is unparalleled in the world and his personality is extraordinary. No woman who has met him can forget him."
"This person must be Shang Ziyan."
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The saints in the Seven Realms of Shatuo all hated the Temple of Merit and felt that the Temple of Merit didn't care about their life or death. However, after seeing Shang Ziyan, the female saints couldn't help but hold their breath and were attracted by Shang Zi.
Yan's aura is so attractive that it's hard to look away.
It's not that they are really that nymphomaniac, it's that Shang Ziyan's temperament is so unique that he is naturally very attractive to women. Every move he makes shows his extraordinary charm.
Shang Ziyan walked out of the temple with a smile on his face, leaned forward slightly, adjusted his appearance, and bowed to salute the god standing in the sky to show respect.
Then, he stood up straight again and said to the saints below: "The merit war has ended, and the merit values collected in the four major battlefields have also been entered into the four merit book walls. The younger generation is not talented, and he has been honored by the gods.
With permission, on behalf of the Temple of Merit, the total number of merit points in the seven realms of Shatuo will be counted. Finally, the next battlefield will be selected based on the ranking of the total number of merit points."
Shang Ziyan appeared neither humble nor arrogant, calm and composed. Even if there was a god standing above him, he remained calm and composed, without a trace of fear or loss of composure.
At this moment, the saints and saint kings of the Kunlun Realm, the Sword Prison Realm, and the Tianmu Realm all became a little nervous. This is because their three worlds are most likely to be at the bottom and become the battlefield between the Heaven Realm and the Hell Realm.
Shang Ziyan waved his sleeves, and immediately, there was a buzzing sound in the vast square, and four merit book walls rose up, recording the merit values collected by Shatuo Seven Realms in the four major battlefields.
The first merit book wall represents the god-level merit battle, and it is blank.
In other words, none of the gods of the seventh level of Shatuo have collected any merit points.
The second merit book wall represents the great sage’s merit war.
Ranking first is the Great Demon Shifang Realm, and ranking last is Guanghan Realm. Of course, even the lowest-ranked Guanghan Realm has collected 1.7 billion merit points.
The great saints of the Guanghan Realm only killed six great saints of the Hell Realm.
Obviously, killing a great saint from the hell realm will gain much more merit than killing ten thousand saints from the hell realm.
The third merit book wall represents the merit battle of the Holy King.
The first one is the Great Demon Shifang Realm, and the last one is the Guanghan Realm.
The fourth merit book wall represents the merit war of saints, and the first one is Guanghan Realm.
Shang Ziyan slowly raised his arms, and streams of holy power flew out from his palms, like four rivers of holy power, blending into the four walls of merit books.
"combine."
Shang Ziyan gave a light drink.
Immediately, the four merit book walls came together and became one, and the merit value data on them were quickly superimposed.
After a while, the total number of merit points in the four merit battlefields was calculated:
Ranked No. 1, the Great Demon in the Ten Directions Realm.
Ranked second, the eight tribes.
Ranked third, Zifu Realm.
Ranked fourth, Tianmu Realm.
Ranked fifth, Sword Hell Realm.
Ranked sixth, Kunlun Realm.
Ranked seventh, Guanghan Realm.
Although Guanghan Realm ranks the lowest, the monks in Guanghan Realm are all smiling without a trace of nervousness or worry.
Shang Ziyan withdrew his holy power and smiled again: "According to the rules, the Great Demon Shifang Realm won the first place in the Great Sage's Merit Battle and the Holy King's Palace Battle, and the Guanghan Realm won the first place in the Saint's Merit Battle, so
, the two realms do not need to be included in the ranking.”
Shang Ziyan stretched out his finger and moved it twice in the void.
Immediately, the highest-ranked Great Demon Shifang Realm and the lowest-ranked Guanghan Realm disappeared from the wall of the merit book.
There are only five worlds left at the top, with the Kunlun world at the bottom.
Seeing the rankings on the wall of the merit book, all the monks in the Kunlun Realm felt as if they had been struck by lightning. They were stunned and found it difficult to accept this fact. Because they knew very well that once the Kunlun Realm became a battlefield, it would mean death and destruction.
The hundreds of millions of people and creatures of all races in Kunlun Realm will soon be caught in the flames of war.
A saint from the Kunlun Realm laughed with tears in his eyes and yelled heartbreakingly: "We have been fighting to the death for so long, so many relatives and friends have died in the battle, but in the end it ended like this. Why? Why do we come to the Heavenly Realm?
?Why?"
Wan Zhiyi, Qing Xiao, Jiuyou Sword Master, Chu Siyuan, Holy Book Talent... and so on, I don't know how many big shots in the Kunlun world have serious expressions on their faces at this moment, feeling extremely uncomfortable and blaming themselves. If it were me.
If you work harder and fight harder, you may be able to change this outcome.
Unfortunately, there is no chance.
Many big figures in the Kunlun Realm present knew that even if they did not come to the Heavenly Realm, in a few years, the defenses of the Kunlun Realm would be broken by the Hell Realm and eventually lead to destruction.
When you come to the heavenly world, you can at least have a chance to survive.
Of course, it seems now that they have not secured that glimmer of hope.
The monks in the Sword Prison Realm and Tianmu Realm breathed a long sigh of relief and all smiled.
Shang Ziyan said: "Now, let me announce the final ranking of this merit battle, and the next battlefield..."?
"Wait a minute."
A terrifying voice came from the depths of the universe, interrupting what Shang Ziyan was going to say next.
Zhang Ruochen's pupils suddenly shrank, he looked in the direction of the sound, and whispered two words: "Chi...Yao..."