The leader of the Meteor Temple, Fang Mofeng, has broken ninety-nine shackles and is the top powerhouse in the Hundred Shackles Realm.
There are two towering bulges on his back, like a camel's hump. He holds his hands on his abdomen and spits out a mouthful of star-like bright rays of light, which falls on the vast purple ocean.
The glow reminds me of the red, silver and white threads intertwined and blending into the sea water.
Fang Mofeng was using his original essence to communicate with the Meteoric Armor.
Only by finding the Meteoric Armor can we find the true form of Saint Zuo Mu. Otherwise, let alone Zhang Ruochen and Yuhuang, even if the great sage who is destined to die comes, they will not be able to do anything to him.
The Shadow of Killing is just the killing will and aura of Saint Lord Zuo Mu, combined with Shura's fighting spirit, and is condensed. Although the Shadow of Killing has close to half the combat power of the demi-god, it is not the main body.
"Boom."
The starry glow resonated with the meteorite armor and quickly converged towards one point in the purple ocean.
"There is the location of Saint Lord Zuo Mu's body."
Fang Mofeng used his spiritual power to transmit messages to Zhang Ruochen and Yuhuang.
Almost instantly, dense mysterious divine patterns appeared on Zhang Ruochen's right foot, and crimson divine flames surged out from the sole of the foot, and he suddenly suppressed it with a kick towards the location where the starry glow converged.
Before my feet even landed, the purple sea was already sinking downwards.
"Wow."
A purple meteorite that was more than two thousand meters long broke through the sea and flew out, colliding hard with Zhang Ruochen's left foot.
One purple and one red, the two opposing forces caused the air to bulge and turn into two arcs.
Purple Meteor and Zhang Ruochen were in a stalemate in mid-air for a breath before they separated again. One flew upwards and the other fell upwards.
On the bank of the purple ocean, the Meteorite Temple and the Great Sage of the Ghost Clan were all astonished.
"Zhang Ruochen actually has the fighting power to rival Saint Lord Zuo Mu?"
"Legend has it that Zhang Ruochen's leg was the leg of a god in heaven beheaded by the Moon God, and fused together with his leg to form a divine leg."
"The Moon God is so noble and holy, and so beautiful in heaven and earth, that countless gods in heaven and hell are fascinated by her, but no man can win her heart. How can you be so interested in a junior like Zhang Ruochen?"
There are rumors that during the divine war at the end of the Middle Ages, the Moon Goddess suffered a certain death. Therefore, after she disappeared, all the monks in heaven and hell thought that she had died.
However, one hundred thousand years later, she returned to heaven alive.
This incident has triggered various speculations.
Some people speculate that this matter is very likely to be related to a giant figure in the hell world. However, the strength of that giant is so terrifying that no one dares to openly criticize it.
Zhang Ruochen flew upwards for more than a hundred miles before he was able to neutralize the impact of the purple meteorite. His left leg was numb with pain.
"Just now, I attacked from top to bottom, and the pull of the Dark Star on me can enhance my strength, giving me a huge advantage. However, I can only fight on par with him. In this battle,
It’s not easy to fight.”
Even if it’s not easy to fight, you still have to fight.
Zhang Ruochen circulated the holy energy in his body for a week, and the numbness in his left leg disappeared.
"Whoosh!"
His figure turned into a golden light and flew downwards.
After the more than 2,000-meter-long purple meteorite fell, it turned into the figure of Saint Lord Zuo Mu. The meteorite turned into armor.
Saint Zuo Mu fell to the sea and quickly stabilized his figure. He glanced at Fang Mofeng, Yan Hanyu, Mo Cuo and other great saints on the seaside. He snorted angrily: "All the king's holy weapons have been preliminary refined by me."
Just because you want to take it back?"
With a wave of his sleeve, the purple sea stirred up a huge wave hundreds of feet high.
The water waves are condensed by the rules of the holy way, and carry the terrifying murderous aura of Saint Zuo Mu.
"Boom."
The seventeen great saints were already injured, and when they hit the seal, their holy blood was burned, so none of them could exert their peak combat power. They were all thrown away when hit by the water wave.
Among them, there were three great saints of the ghost clan in the immortal realm. Their ghost bodies were shattered by the condensed palm prints of the water waves and turned into three dark ghost clouds. Although they were not dead, they did not have several years to cultivate if they wanted to recover from their injuries.
,Totally impossible.
The other great sages were also beaten with more injuries.
Fang Mofeng was the only one who could still stand and fight against the waves.
Previously, when Zhang Ruochen launched his attack, Yuhuang separated one hundred thousand mental thoughts and condensed them into one hundred thousand figures, standing in a horizontal circle in mid-air, covering a hundred miles radius.
One hundred thousand mental figures made the same movements as the deity, and drew exactly the same formation inscriptions.
After the formation inscriptions were burned, a hundred and one dazzling brilliance bloomed in the air. One hundred and one formation inscriptions resonated, connected with each other, and combined into a huge circular ninth-grade formation.
"Nine-Rank Ten Thousand Spirits Formation."
Emperor Yu used the seven-star ghost lotus as the formation eye and combined it with the ninth-grade all-spirit formation. With his beautiful figure standing in the center of the ghost lotus, the formation with a diameter of a hundred miles started to move and fell rapidly.
Saint Zuo Mu felt the pressure of the formation and the Supreme Sacred Artifact, and had to re-examine Yu Huang. His expression became solemn, and he jumped forward three times in a row.
Every time he jumps, his body will increase several times.
After the third jump, Saint Lord Zuo Mu's body became the size of a mountain. He raised his arms like mantis legs and shot out two pillars of Shura's war energy, rising into the sky.
"Boom."
As the formation rotated rapidly, the two battle energy light pillars were crushed, and the seven-star ghost lotus the size of a palace was suppressed on the body of Saint Zuo Mu. The supreme power fell like a waterfall.
Above the seven-star ghost lotus, Nine Nether Soul-Eating Flames surged out from Emperor Yu's feet, combining with the power of the Supreme to refine Saint Lord Zuo Mu below.
"Life and death are uncertain and helpless."
Emperor Yu took out the soul-catching flute, his clothes were fluttering, and he played a melodious Xiao song.
Under the illumination of the will-o'-the-wisp, Emperor Yu's figure is soft and slender, with graceful concavities and convexities, and his hair is flying. He is like a divine fairy, immersed in the wonderful melody.
The sound of the flute is like the sound of nature, sweet and beautiful, making people intoxicated.
However, Zhang Ruochen knew that the flute song was the terrifying "Soul Sacrifice Song", which specifically attacked the five senses, holy soul, and spiritual will of the monks.
At the beginning, when Emperor Yu's spiritual power had not yet reached the sixty-fourth level, playing the flute could influence Zhang Ruochen and the great sage Shen Nansheng of the Thousand Questions Realm.
Now that the mental strength has greatly improved, the flute music is naturally more terrifying.
Saint Lord Zuo Mu, whose mental power was sealed, must have been severely affected.
"Ouch!"
The murderous shadow of Zuo Mu Shengjun let out a long roar, turned into a shadow, and rushed into the ninth-grade Ten Thousand Spirits Formation, trying to attack Yu Huang who stood in the center of the ghost lotus.
"Wow."
A whip flew down from the sky and struck the Shadow of Killing, causing a thunderous explosion.
It was Zhang Ruochen who hurried back and used the ghost whip.
The Shadow of Killing was whipped by the ghost-headed whip and rolled away. With a wave of his arm, a series of killing flying swords flew out of his palm.
There are seven swords in total, one connected to the other, emitting frightening sword light.
Zhang Ruochen's figure flipped in the void, and the ten golden wings were like indestructible golden knives, cutting off all seven flying swords of killing and turning them into gaseous form again.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen turned into a golden light, rushed in front of the Shadow of Killing, and formed palm seals with his hands.
"Bang bang."
The roaring sounds of dragons and elephants burst out along with the force of the palms.
In just one breath, Zhang Ruochen fired thirteen Dragon Elephant Prajna Palms in a row, each palm stronger than the last. When the thirteen palms of "Dragon Elephant Destroy the World" were fired, his strength reached its peak, and his body burned like a
The scorching sun copper furnace.
With a "boom", the Shadow of Killing was beaten by Zhang Ruochen and exploded like a balloon.
Although the Shadow of Killing has nearly half the power of the original deity, it still needs to be controlled by the deity. At this moment, the original deity of Zuo Mu Shengjun was suppressed by the Yuhuang's ninth-grade all-spirit formation, and his spiritual will was suppressed by the "Soul Sacrifice Song"
》Corrosion, the power of the Shadow of Killing naturally decreases.
After the Shadow of Killing was destroyed, Saint Zuo Mu's will to kill was weakened.
The deity, who was suppressed under the seven-star ghost lotus, shook violently and let out an earth-shattering roar: "You...die...die...die..."
The word "death" was shouted three times in a row, and the purple sea set off three waves.
The sea water rolled up and rushed into the sky from the edge of the Nine-Rank Ten Thousand Spirits Formation. The water waves became ten feet high, a hundred feet high, a thousand feet high...
"Boom."
The Nine-Rank Ten Thousand Spirits Formation was squeezed to pieces by the purple seawater, and the seawater turned into thousands of ferocious beasts, rushing towards the Yuhuang in the center, making bursts of howling sounds.
Some turned into pterosaurs, some turned into three-headed tigers, some turned into red-eyed demon wolves...
"Pfft."
The formation shattered, and Emperor Yu spit out a mouthful of blood.
She had already suffered serious injuries before, but at this moment, her injuries were further aggravated, her mental strength was severely damaged, and her face turned as pale as death.
Although giant sea monsters were coming from all directions, she still tried her best to activate the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus to suppress Saint Lord Zuo Mu below.
The giant sea beasts are getting closer and closer, their silhouettes cover the sky and the sun, and they have the potential to be torn into pieces by a group of beasts.
"Wow——"
At this critical moment between life and death, Zhang Ruochen finally arrived and flew over the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus. His body was burning, and a million times more masculine energy surged out.
Both palms were struck at the same time, and immediately, thousands of dragon shadows and countless elephant shadows flew out from the palms, making an ear-splitting sound like dragons roaring and elephants roaring.
The giant seawater monsters coming from all directions were all smashed to pieces, turned into tides, and quickly receded.
Saint Zuo Mu, who was suppressed under the seven-star ghost lotus, took this opportunity to transform his body into a slender stream, escaped from the suppression of the supreme power, and flew up from the east side of the ghost lotus.
The stream was like a winding sword from the sky, making a harsh sound as it cut through the wind, slashing hard at Emperor Yu.
Emperor Yu swung his soul-stirring flute and struck it against the stream. His body couldn't bear the powerful force, and he spat out a mouthful of holy blood again, and threw it back like a scarecrow.
In terms of strength, Emperor Yu is not outstanding among the top experts.
The eleventh ranking depends on the third-grade holy will, plus the identity of the formation master and the talisman master. If she is given enough time to arrange the formation or draw the talisman, even if she is
Even the Great Sage Yanhong and Xu would suffer big losses if they faced her.
"Crash."
The streams quickly merged together, condensing into the figure of Zuo Mu Shengjun, wearing a purple armor, flying towards Yuhuang, wanting to get rid of her first, and then slowly take care of Zhang Ruochen.
Just now, Emperor Yu's Ninth-Rank Ten Thousand Spirits Formation and "Soul Sacrifice Song" made Saint Lord Zuo Mu feel quite troublesome and suffered some hidden injuries.
Zhang Ruochen took the risk and used spatial movement to appear in front of Zuo Mu Shengjun and intercept him.
"Take my punch."
Zhang Ruochen punched out, and a rolling Milky Way appeared around his body. Combining the power of the punch with the rules of truth, the attack power exploded ten times.
"The Infinite Ethereal Seal."
Saint Zuo Mu sensed something was wrong and put his hands together.
At this moment, what was originally a vast and boundless purple ocean shrank into the palms of both hands, forming a circular seal that collided with Zhang Ruochen's Luoshui Fist.
"Boom."
Once the ten times attack power is activated, not even Saint Zuo Mu can resist it.
The Wuji Void Spirit Seal was shattered by a punch, and the punch collided with the hands of Saint Lord Zuo Mu. The two liquid palms and the liquid holy body exploded with a bang.
Saint Zuo Mu turned into a piece of purple rain and shattered into tens of billions of raindrops. Each raindrop contained a rule of the holy way.
Emperor Yu, who landed on the ground, exhaled slightly and said, "Is it finally over?"
Fang Mofeng used his mental power to transmit a message to the two of them: "Don't take it lightly. Saint Zuo Mu is definitely not dead. He was born from the sea and stone star field, the origin of the universe. It was a purple rain in space that gave birth to spiritual intelligence and embarked on the journey.
The path of cultivation. He can merge with space and become one, and the holy soul can be integrated into every drop of purple rain."
"If the purple water is not destroyed, he will not die."
"If the space is not destroyed, he will not be destroyed."
"In the beginning, it took a lot of effort for the Destiny Temple to capture him."
"It turns out to be the Purple Rain in Space recorded in the Secret Code of Time and Space." Zhang Ruochen looked astonished.
According to the records of the holy monk Xumi, there is a place of origin in the universe where it rains all year round. It rains in seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Wherever the seven-color rain falls, it will
Automatically generate new spatial structures.
Therefore, the universe is constantly increasing and expanding under the construction of the seven-color rain.
Space should have been made of seven colors, but after the seven colors merged into one, it became colorless.
All the purple rain on the ground merged into the space and disappeared.
Seeing this strange scene, Emperor Yu felt a chill in his vest and said, "How can we fight like this? Saint Lord Zuo Mu is simply an invincible enemy."
The fourteen great saints of the ghost clan saw that the situation was not good, and turned into ghost auras, escaped from the Dark Star, and disappeared into the endless black space.
The long laughter of Saint Zuo Mu resounded on the Dark Star. The sound had no fixed location and he said: "You two can destroy my second form and shatter my first form, which can be regarded as a thousand years in the hell world."
He is one of the two most outstanding and handsome men in history. Unfortunately, if you want to kill me, you are still far away from me."
"Now, I will give you a way to survive. Stop interfering in the affairs of the Falling Star Temple and get out of the Dark Star immediately. Otherwise, if you continue to fight, you will definitely die."
Emperor Yu cast his gaze on Zhang Ruochen and secretly said, "Why do I feel that he has a guilty conscience and wants to scare us away on purpose?"
"Although he claims to be immortal, the first and second forms of the Shadow of Killing were shattered one after another, making him much weaker. Perhaps he is not truly immortal," Zhang Ruochen said.
Emperor Yu said: "Our mental strength is all at level 64, how come you are the only one who can sense that his aura is getting weaker?"
"What I sense is not his breath, but the fluctuations in space. Believe me, as long as I can prevent him from escaping, he will definitely be the one who dies today." Zhang Ruochen said.
Emperor Yu was seriously injured and actually didn't want to fight such a strange enemy as Lord Zuo Mu. However, when he heard Zhang Ruochen's calm and confident voice, he immediately became confident.
At this time, we cannot retreat.
…
At this time, two streams of light flew from far to near, flying to the edge of Dark Star No. 3.
When they stopped, they condensed into two figures, one handsome and divine, the other extremely beautiful, none other than Prajna and Wujiang.