Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, not contemptuously, not arrogantly, as if he was saying something trivial: "You are so ignorant!"
"What did you say?"
Thick murderous aura surged out of Yu Wenjing's body.
Zhang Ruochen said: "I said you are ignorant. Do you think that I am still in the realm of a saint and can use divine bones, so you want to ban me from using space power?"
"boom!"
Zhang Ruochen slammed his foot on the ground, and the space immediately shook, and a space ripple spread out in all directions.
The sacred bones suspended in the twelve directions of the Taoist temple were all shaking violently, as if they were about to be shaken away.
Yu Wenjing's eyes changed slightly, and he quickly mobilized the holy energy in his body, turning it into twelve holy energy light pillars, flying towards the twelve divine bones. Immediately, the divine bones became larger and larger, and a large number of inscriptions and rules appeared on the surface.
Texture.
"The Twelve Palaces Divine Formation."
The twelve divine bones rotated, forming a huge whirlpool. In the whirlpool, various different forces intertwined, erupting into powerful power fluctuations.
From a distance, it looks like a thick tornado rising into the sky from the Taoist temple.
Zhang Ruochen felt a little surprised and said: "I actually drew the formation inscriptions on the divine bones. Through the formations, I elicited various rules in the divine bones, thereby borrowing the power of heaven and earth to refine this set of formations."
The Dharma Saint Master is very capable!"
God, the rules in his body are endless. Even if it is just a piece of divine bone, the number of rules contained is a huge number, which is beyond the reach of the Holy King.
However, as the god falls, the rules in the god's bones will become silent.
Using formation inscriptions to activate the rules in the divine bones is an extremely powerful method that only some of the most powerful ancient religions can do.
A formation made from divine bones as the base is absolutely powerful and can be used to suppress a ruin realm.
This formation was given to Yu Wenjing by the leader of an ancient sect in the Yin and Yang world, and he had high hopes for him when he became a divine disciple.
Yu Wenjing said: "Now do you still think that these twelve divine bones of mine can restrain your space power?"
"I can't help it." Zhang Ruochen shook his head.
"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."
Yu Wenjing was angry and stretched out a finger to point towards Zhang Ruochen opposite.
The twelve divine bones seemed to come alive, like twelve divine beasts, releasing dense rules of the holy way, intertwining into a huge ball of light, flying towards Zhang Ruochen.
In the ball of light, there are at least three thousand rules of the holy way gathered together.
Zhang Ruochen pinched his five fingers, stimulating the power of the Vulcan Armor's glove, and his right hand turned into a dazzling fireball, which he punched out.
"Bang."
The ball of light was shattered and power exploded, not even Zhang Ruochen's fingers were hurt.
Zhang Ruochen rushed towards Yu Wenjing quickly, raised his fist again, and a large amount of flames spread outward.
"Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level is only that of a three-step holy king. How can the power he unleashes be so powerful?"
Yu Wenjing gritted his teeth, and there was a rushing sound in the meridians throughout his body, making the twelve divine bones move faster.
From each divine bone, more than four hundred rules poured out, like twelve rivers, converging in front of him and turning into a divine seal the size of a millstone.
The divine seal flew out and collided with Zhang Ruochen's fist.
"Boom."
Yu Wenjing was unable to block the force and fell backwards.
However, the divine seal did not explode after all, and was still hanging in front of him.
Yu Wenjing stared at the man whose hands were burning with flames, and was extremely shocked. "How is it possible? He was still repelled by him."
With the help of the Twelve Palace Divine Formation derived from twelve divine bones, Yu Wenjing was able to unleash the peak combat power of the Six-Step Holy King at the level of the Four-Step Holy King. He thought he could suppress Zhang Ruochen with great certainty.
But……
Zhang Ruochen's pair of flame fists are so powerful that they are simply a weapon for attacking. It is estimated that only the Seven Steps Holy King can suppress him.
Zhang Ruochen said: "If you have any other means, just use them!"
Yu Wenjing was naturally not willing to be suppressed by a three-step holy king. His eyes were cold and he said: "Forget it, I will show you today the power of the divine disciples of the Temple of Truth."
"The realm of truth, the Emperor and Heaven are above."
Yu Wenjing dispersed the divine seal, stood up straight, put his hands together, and a large number of truth rules rushed out from the top of his head and merged with the sky. The rules of heaven and earth in the sky became active.
Above Yu Wenjing's head, a yellow-brown gas cloud condensed, like an independent sky.
Zhang Ruochen felt a tyrannical and inexplicable invisible force pressing on him, his expression became serious, and he said to himself: "Is this the legendary realm of truth?"
Ordinary monks who practice the way of truth can only understand the rules of truth, improve their combat power, increase their understanding of the holy way, and improve the structure of their own holy way.
Only the divine disciples of the Temple of Truth can cultivate the Realm of Truth.
The four realms of truth are "the emperor and the sky are above", "thick earth is below", "the sea of stars has no shore", and "the universe is boundless", one is more powerful than the other.
Even if you only cultivate the lowest level of "Emperor and Heaven is Above", the explosive combat power will be able to sweep away opponents of the same level.
"Zhang Ruochen, you should be content to die under my realm of truth!"
Yu Wenjing raised his arms, and suddenly the yellow-brown sky above his head condensed with dense thunder and lightning, like a dragon and snake dancing, overwhelmingly suppressing Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen took out the "Secret Code of Time and Space" and held it in his hand.
With a wave upward, the pages of the book flapped rapidly, making a "clattering" sound.
It's a breeze!
But every ray of wind force can tear a crack in the space. Finally, the breeze turned into a powerful space crack storm, shattering the yellow-brown sky above Yu Wenjing's head.
"No...no...impossible. With twelve divine bones and the suppression of the Realm of Truth, how could he possibly be able to exert the power of space?"
Yu Wenjing could not accept the scene in front of him that was beyond his understanding. He had practiced hard for three hundred years before he could cultivate the truth form "Emperor and Heaven is Above", but he was easily defeated by a monk who was weaker than him. You can imagine the blow to him.
How big it is.
Zhang Ruochen burst out with a fist that was burning with blazing flames and punched Yu Wenjing's chest.
"Bang."
Yu Wenjing once again mobilized the power of the twelve divine bones, held up a divine seal, and fought against Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen punched fiercely, hitting Yu Wenjing backwards with every blow. The blood and energy in his body surged, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered by the shock.
"Is this guy possessed by the God of War? He can't be stopped at all."
As a last resort, Yu Wenjing had to call back eight pythons.
His eight golden pythons are all species from ancient times, and all of them have reached the realm of holy kings.
Eight golden pythons wrapped around Yu Wenjing's body, and each spit out a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns from their mouths, stimulating perfect power and constantly hitting Zhang Ruochen.
"Bang bang."
Zhang Ruochen's fist was unparalleled in dominance, and a large amount of pure annihilation divine fire was sprayed outward, smashing all the flying sacred weapons into pieces and turning them into pieces of scrap metal.
Yu Wenjing was frightened and knew that if he continued to fight Zhang Ruochen, he would definitely die. So, he put away the twelve sacred bones without taking the green fangs that fell on the ground, turned around and fled towards the Taoist temple.
Behind him, Zhang Ruochen's voice sounded: "Without the formation formed by the twelve divine bones, you will only die faster."
That voice followed him like a shadow, as if it was ringing in Yu Wenjing's ears.
"Boom."
Zhang Ruochen's fist turned into a huge fireball with a diameter of tens of meters, catching up with Yu Wenjing and hitting him on the back. Eight pythons tried to save him, but they were killed by the force of the fist in the first place, and their bodies exploded.
, turned into pieces of flesh and blood.
Yu Wenjing was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and shouted: "Prince Yan, please save me."
The sound spread throughout the Taoist Garden.
At the same time, he activated all the protective treasures on his body.
"Boom."
The flaming fist fell, and Yu Wenjing's body was sent flying, like a cannonball, hitting a garden outside the Taoist temple.
At the moment when Yu Wenjing fell into the garden, the Taoism in the Five Elements Earth was touched.
There was an explosion of "Boom", and Yu Wenjing's body was shattered into a rain of blood by a white light.
A divine disciple died like this, with no bones left and his soul scattered.
Zhang Ruochen chased him outside the Taoist temple. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "The Taoism in the Five Elements Soil is really terrifying, and you must not touch it."
After collecting the twelve sacred bones on the ground and returning to the Taoist temple, Zhang Ruochen stared at the green fangs and asked, "Are King Yan and Queen Lian nearby?"
"That's right, now you know you're afraid?"
Green Fang slowly propped up his body and sneered.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Prince Yan and Empress Lian are indeed great people, but I am not afraid of them yet."
Green Fang said: "If you kill a divine disciple at the Conferred God Platform, do you know what the consequences will be after the news spreads? Are you not afraid of King Yan and Queen Lian, nor are you afraid of the Temple of Truth?"
Without any warning, Zhang Ruochen swung out his palm and hit Qingyao's body.
"Boom."
In front of the palm, the space collapsed inward, the green fangs were torn apart by the space, and the body cracked like ceramic.
Even with the divine pattern body protection, it still cannot block the power of space.
Qingyao is a junior whom the gods attach great importance to. Who knows if he has any powerful trump card that can threaten Zhang Ruochen's life?
To deal with a proud man like Qingyao, Zhang Ruochen could only kill him with lightning speed. Otherwise, with Qingyao's will, he would most likely counterattack on the verge of death, or even self-destruct the Holy Source.
Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves and collected the words on the ground.
Those words condensed into a piece of armor in his palm.
Zhang Ruochen did not study the text armor now and put it into the space ring, but immediately flew towards the palm-shaped holy tree and put the two supreme perfection fruits on the tree into the sacred tree jar.
"It's a pity that Yu Wenjing and Qingyao's bodies have been reduced to ashes. I wonder if the other three Supreme Consummation Fruits are still on their bodies?" Zhang Ruochen sighed secretly.
"Hey, this is..."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on the trunk of the holy tree.
I saw a small fragment of tortoise shell embedded in the tree trunk.
The tortoise shell fragment had been embedded in it for an unknown number of years, and it had completely grown into one with the sacred tree. If Zhang Ruochen hadn't observed it carefully, he would have never been able to discover it.
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful."
In the distance, the eyes of the wonderful little Taoist burst out with dazzling light. After screaming twice, he rushed towards the holy tree, trying to take away the tortoise shell fragments embedded in the tree.