Yan Zhexian just stood casually at the temple gate, and dense talisman patterns appeared automatically around his delicate body, intertwining like a spider web.
White holy light emanated from her body, echoing the Buddha's light in the temple.
"For the sake of you sheathing your sword just now and not killing, you should abandon your cultivation. I can ensure that you leave here alive." Yan Zhexian said.
Yan Huangtu stared at her deeply without saying anything, obviously acquiescing to her promise.
Zhang Ruochen held a wet black umbrella and said calmly and calmly: "If I abandon my cultivation, even if I can leave here alive, I will soon die somewhere else."
Yan Zhexian said: "I can protect your life until the day you die of old age."
Yan Huangtu showed a half-smiling expression and said: "When a direct descendant of the Yan clan speaks, he must be true to his word. If Xian'er says he can save your life, he will definitely do it. Zhang Ruochen, I think this is your only choice now, otherwise, wait
All you have is death."
"You alone can kill me? Yan Zhexian, where are the hundreds of great saints you mentioned? Why didn't I see them?"
Zhang Ruochen's eyes seemed to be contemptuous, but his heartstrings were already tense. When he looked around casually, he was actually looking at the layout and environment of the Bronze Temple.
It stands to reason that Que and Guanying will never miss the opportunity of the Yama clan's own star, and they will definitely come.
But, why didn't I see them all the way?
Since the Yama clan has laid a dragnet here, they must have all their masters. Where is Jin? Where are the eight sons of life and death? Where is Yan Wushen?
It is not wise to fight against Yama Huangtu at this moment.
Yan Huangtu saw Zhang Ruochen's intention to escape and said, "Don't look at it. This bronze temple has only one exit."
When he said this, Yan Huangtu's finger pointed at the position where Yan Zhexian was standing at the moment.
Yan Zhexian twisted his wrist, drew a flame-shaped rune in front of him, and sealed the temple door.
Although the flame runes have not yet been activated, they are emitting astonishing heat, illuminating the Buddhist altar, bronze statues, and pillars in the Bronze Temple in crimson red.
"You can't leave today. From ancient times to the present, no one can shake the will of the Yama clan." Yan Zhexian said.
Zhang Ruochen said: "The temple gate has been sealed. Does Brother Yan plan to fight me to the death here?"
"What I wish for."
Yan Huangtu slowly rolled up his sleeves and said: "Since you defeated Wujiang, you are naturally qualified to fight with me. The Imperial Way I practice is to continuously defeat powerful enemies, accumulate momentum, and achieve a great breakthrough in my state of mind.
, to achieve a great breakthrough in cultivation."
"The Imperial Way is the supreme will that can control all the ways in the world. Only with a breakthrough in the Imperial Way can I integrate more holy will and reach the level of the second-grade holy will."
"So, what you can do by swallowing the Quasi-Emperor Holy Intent Pill, I can't do. What I want is to defeat all opponents in the world, or kill them."
The aura on Yama Huangtu's body continued to rise, and wisps of golden divine light rushed out of his pores and filled the entire Bronze Temple.
"Ouch!"
Dragon roars came out from the bones in his body, deafening.
Affected by this impact, the flame runes drawn by Yan Zhexian were shaken to the point of trembling. She was secretly surprised, "The fifth uncle's cultivation has become stronger!"
Yan Zhexian knew that Yan Huangtu could fight head-on with the great sage at the peak of Qianwen Realm.
For other Dzogchen Great Sages in the Baishao Realm, this is something they dare not imagine. Because they are still pursuing the ranking under the Thousand Questions Realm, but Yan Huangtu is already competing for the top powerhouse under the Ten Thousand Deaths Realm.
s position.
The two are thousands of miles apart and cannot be compared to each other.
Nowadays, the King of Hell's Picture has become even more unfathomable, and Yan Zhexian feels that he can no longer see through him.
"In this battle, it seems that Yan Huangtu can defeat Zhang Ruochen without us taking action." Behind her, a great sage talisman master said with a smile.
Yan Zhexian stared at him with a cold gaze and said, "Is Zhang Ruochen an easy person? If he counterattacks before death and triggers the dark space-time matter, have you ever thought about the consequences?"
The destructive power of dark space-time matter has long been spread throughout the Yama clan, and even the great sages have changed their expressions upon hearing it.
There is such a small space inside the Bronze Temple. Once Zhang Ruochen is forced to a critical moment of life and death, it is entirely possible to use dark space-time matter to perish together with the King of Hell Tu.
"So, isn't Zhang Ruochen already in an invincible position?" The Great Saint Talisman Master looked solemn and no longer as optimistic as before.
"How can there be an invincible person in the world? If Zhang Ruochen uses the dark space-time substance, he will be the only one who dies."
Yan Zhexian said this meaningfully, and then said: "You guys give me a helping hand to carve the runes. I want to draw another flower dancing in the world to mourn Zhang Ruochen."
"boom!"
A dark purple thunder and lightning fell from the clouds and hit the top of the bronze temple. Suddenly dense thunder and lightning enveloped the temple.
In the temple, thunder and lightning also escaped and turned into the form of dragons dancing and snakes walking.
At this moment, the aura of Yan Huangtu and Zhang Ruochen reached its peak.
Yan Huangtu was the first to take action, and his fist, wrapped in divine light, struck out like a meteor from the sun.
When he punched, a huge golden light rushed out of his body, like an ancient divine emperor manifesting himself.
Zhang Ruochen was happy and unafraid, and struck out with a palm, and the Fudo Ming Wang Shengxiang rushed out of the body.
"Boom."
The fists collided, erupting into a sound even more deafening than the thunder just now, and the sound still echoed repeatedly in the Bronze Temple, making the space seem to explode.
If he were a great sage in the immortal realm, if he were in the temple at this moment, he would probably be bleeding from all his orifices and fall to the ground.
The two bodies separated instantly.
"Bang!"
Zhang Ruochen flew backwards and hit the copper wall more than ten feet away behind him, making a metal collision sound, like a big Lu Hong bell being struck.
On the copper wall, ancient divine patterns emerged, blocking all impact.
Zhang Ruochen's physical body was strong and uninjured. His body slipped off the copper wall and quickly recovered as before.
Yan Huangtu took four steps back, stabilized his figure, and said: "Under the Qianwen Realm, no one can match my strength. Greedy Baby can't do it, Luo Shengtian can't do it, Wujiang can't do it, and you can't do it either. I still want to fight in this battle.
Keep fighting, Zhang Ruochen, you'd better show your true skills."
The Divine Bones of the Innate Emperor's Dao established the ultimate unparalleled strength and defense of Emperor Yama.
It is said that when he first broke through to the Hundred Flails Realm, he received a punch from a great sage in the Ten Thousand Death Realm. Although his whole body was completely destroyed, his skeleton was not damaged and could regenerate flesh and blood.
And his holy soul and holy source are all located in his bones.
With his current level of cultivation, let alone the great sage in the realm of eternal death, even if the great sage in the supreme realm wants to kill him, it will not be an easy task.
"The Emperor of Hell is really powerful. If I want to compete with him in strength, I have to break at least eighty of the shackles in my body. The strength of Emperor Moro is also very powerful, but compared with the Emperor of Hell, it is far behind." Zhang Ruochen.
I thought to myself.
In terms of strength, Que and Greedy Baby are probably not as good as the Emperor of Hell.
Only the God Prince Luo Shengtian might be able to confront him head-on. After all, Luo Shengtian also majored in strength. He not only had a pair of innate divine eyes, but also integrated two active divine planets.
If the physical body is not so powerful that it is extremely abnormal, how could it possibly be able to withstand two active divine planets?
Zhang Ruochen said: "In the process of cultivation, you will not only train your physical strength, but also the holy way. I want to see how much power you can still burst out under the suppression of the three eternal ways?"
"Wow."
The true realm of space, the realm of virtual time, and the realm of truth rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body in an instant, covering the entire Bronze Temple.
Zhang Ruochen stood on the spot, slowly moving his hands, and the dense time rules rushed out of the sea of ââââqi, spinning around his body, turning into a phantom of a long river of time.
"You can also try to take a blow from me."
Zhang Ruochen struck out with a palm, and the shadows of the long river of time rushed towards the King of Hell's Picture.
Suppressed by the true realm of space, the realm of virtual time, and the realm of truth, King Yama seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, as if there were thousands of chains wrapped around his body, and lava venom was eroding his body.
"Boom."
Yama Huangtu stepped on the ground with his soles, and immediately, the golden Yama Qi burst out crazily, laying out a picture of the world.
At the same time, another Gate of Destiny appeared behind him, finally blocking the suppression formed by the three ancient ways.
"Crash."
The sound of water flowing sounded.
The long river of time passed through the golden world derived from the King of Hell's Picture, and hit his chest.
How could Yanhuang Tu dare to let the long river of time get involved? He quickly used the Qianwen level high-level holy technique and shouted: "Wanlong Chaozong."
With one punch, countless dragon shadows flew out, all covered in golden light, and turned into a long river of ten thousand dragons.
The long river formed by thousands of dragons collides with the long river of time, without any earth-shattering sound, but the two are continuous, canceling each other out and annihilating each other.
"The Nine Dragon Divine Patterns on the Emperor's Divine Bones of the Emperor of Hell are really mysterious. After combined with Wanlong Chaozong's boxing technique, they can actually block the invasion of the river of time." Zhang Ruochen secretly marveled in his heart.
Yan Huangtu was even more shocked. He had gone all out with this punch, which was a combination of divine patterns and Qianwen-level boxing techniques, but he could only compete with Zhang Ruochen. It was really unbelievable.
As the river of time flows from beginning to end, Yama Huangtu's fist strength has been exhausted.
During this extremely short interval, it was the time to test the two of them.
Whoever changes moves faster and can hit the second blow earlier will be able to take the lead and have the upper hand in the subsequent confrontation.
As the controller of time, Zhang Ruochen obviously had a huge advantage. He did not waste time condensing the holy technique. Instead, he directly lifted the purple gold gourd hanging on his waist, used space movement, and smashed it towards the head of the Emperor of Hell.
Yan Huangtu was shocked. No monk had ever dared to fight him in close combat. Was Zhang Ruochen seeking death?
And, what is he holding in his hand?
A gourd!
Yama Huang Tu had no time to cast his holy spell, so he had to raise his arms to resist.
With the divine bones of the innate emperor, the body is the most powerful shield and is not afraid of any attack.
"Bang!"
The Purple Gold Gourd beat the arm of Emperor Yama, causing bloody lines and splattering of holy blood.
This injury was like an old itch to Yan Huangtu. He was about to fight back, but he saw Zhang Ruochen move sideways and swung the gourd to hit his back.
If it were any other monk, facing Zhang Ruochen's rapid change of moves, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
However, Yama Huang Tu was happy and undaunted. He arched his back and a huge divine light erupted from his body. The purple gold gourd hit his back, breaking the divine light and making a loud "bang" sound.
Yan Huangtu's body rolled out on the ground like a ground ball.
"Pick me another gourd."
Zhang Ruochen used space movement to appear next to him again and smashed him on the head. The gourd in his hand was like an indestructible artifact. He did not waste time to activate the supreme power contained in the gourd. Zhang Ruochen wanted to suppress the Emperor of Hell Tu so that he could not
The power to fight back.
Outside the Bronze Temple.
Yan Zhexian and all the great saint talisman masters were stunned.
Originally, they were looking forward to the battle between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Huangtu. After all, the two of them were both unparalleled prodigies. The confrontation between them would definitely bring out all the magic tricks. Watching this battle would not necessarily benefit them endlessly.
But, who can tell that there are two great saints fighting in the temple?
What's the difference between fighting with two gangsters?
One hit him with a gourd, and the other resisted without any clues.
A great holy talisman master found it difficult to understand and said: "It shouldn't be! The Emperor of Hell has reached the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm. With the divine bones of the natural emperor, his physical strength should be far better than Zhang Ruochen. In close combat, how could Zhang Ruochen be him?
rival?"
"Yes, in close combat, Yama is absolutely invincible." Another Great Saint Talisman Master said feeling depressed.
The battle between the two men in the temple made him very disappointed. There was no elegance, no amazing magic, and no earth shattering.
However, Yan Zhexian saw some clues and said: "You only talk about power, but forget about speed. Can any of you see Zhang Ruochen's moves clearly?"
Those great sage talisman masters looked carefully and found that there were as many as seventeen figures of Zhang Ruochen in the temple.
Based on their cultivation, they can only tell that seven of them are afterimages, but it is completely impossible to tell which one of the other ten is the real body.
There is no way, Zhang Ruochen is too fast!
Yan Zhexian said: "Although Yan Huangtu's power is strong, it is suppressed by Zhang Ruochen's speed."
Immediately afterwards, she added: "Actually, the speed of the King of Hell is not slow, but, trapped in Zhang Ruochen's real space domain and virtual time domain, even if it has 100% speed, it can only exert 70%."
Yan Zhexian thought secretly, what would happen if he fell into the current situation of Yan Huangtu?
Just thinking about it, she immediately shook her head and said secretly: "If you fight Zhang Ruochen in the future, you must not enter his Qianzhang, at least outside the true realm of space."
It wasn't until this moment that Yan Zhexian realized that Zhang Ruochen didn't use all his strength when fighting her.
"The smaller the space, the more beneficial it is to Zhang Ruochen. The plan to surround and kill Zhang Ruochen in the Bronze Temple seems to be a wrong plan." Yan Zhexian sighed softly and secretly thought about how to help Yan Huangtu.
Zhang Ruochen is a powerful enemy, more difficult to deal with than imagined.
At this moment, the battle in the Bronze Temple took a turn for the better. Yan Huangtu took out the supreme holy artifact Tongtian Ruyi, risking three blows from Zhang Ruochen, and struck it with his hand, knocking Zhang Ruochen away.
Because he was hit three times on the head by a gourd, Yan Huangtu's scalp was broken and his face was covered with blood. He was holding Tongtian Ruyi while stamping his feet and gritting his teeth and yelling: "Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
The picture of the King of Hell, with his head and blood flowing out, looks like a fierce ghost, and looks extremely ferocious. Just that look can scare away many monks.
Zhang Ruochen wiped a handful of the holy blood on the gourd, wiped it on his robe, and said: "Forget it, if we really want to activate the Supreme Sacred Artifact and fight in such a small space of this bronze temple, we probably won't be able to decide the winner yet.
No, the two of us have been suppressed to death by the power of the Supreme Sacred Artifact."
"You will die, but I will not die. Fight! Keep fighting!"
Yan Huangtu had suffered such a big loss just now, being chased and beaten by Zhang Ruochen. It didn't matter the pain, but the important thing was the humiliation. So, how could he let it go?