The second thousand three hundred and ninety-two chapters pressure hundred saints
"Where is the Great Sage Yuan Fei? Tell him about this quickly. We must make preparations in advance."
Zhang Ruochen carried a force of wind and flew down not far from the Heichou woman. He walked over step by step and looked at the battlefield not far away.
"Great Sage Yuanfei and His Highness Prajna are not here, they have gone to hunt down Emperor Chi." Heichou woman said.
Including the two Great Perfection Saints in the Hundred Flails Realm, there are a total of ninety-four Great Saints in the dead race here.
Their bodies are thick with death and full of corrosive power. Powerful energy fluctuations continuously erupt, making the air boil and boil all the time.
The Great Sage of the Dead did not attack haphazardly, but combined it into two combined attack formations.
The innermost one is composed of sixty great saints.
Each one releases hundreds of millions to billions of rules of the Holy Path. A total of hundreds of billions of rules of the Holy Path interweave and shuttle, transforming into various different attack powers, including humanoid thunder and lightning, palace-shaped fireballs, and shadows of death.
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Zhang Ruochen didn't know how the dead clan managed to completely integrate the sixty great saints' rules of the Holy Way without being mutually exclusive.
However, it is very clear that if hundreds of billions of rules of the holy way come at him at the same time, and all kinds of attacks fall together, he may not be able to withstand it. Most of the time, he will choose to retreat temporarily rather than bear it forcefully.
However, the twenty-two immortal vampire saints who were surrounded in the center were unable to retreat and could only resist with all their might.
They were all burning the blood of the great sage in their bodies, turning into twenty-two burning men. They let out long roars from their mouths to resist the attacks of the 60 great sages of the dead.
"Fight, fight to the last drop of blood."
"It's the last day of the Battle of Hunting Sky, and the Undead Vampires must not fall on this day."
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The Blood Demon is the strongest among the twenty-two immortal Vampire Saints. He sits cross-legged in the void and manifests nine images of the Heavenly Demon, just like nine demonic worlds unfolding.
Nine blood holes appeared on the body, and nine blood streams continuously flowed out, pouring into the nine demonic worlds to resist the attack of the great sage of the dead.
However, the blood demon's body quickly shriveled up.
The blood of the Great Sage will be lost soon.
The other twenty-one immortal vampire saints had more than half of their blood burned, their combat power declined, and they began to be unable to defend themselves against the attacks of the dead saints.
The feeling of despair spreads in the hearts of every immortal vampire saint.
It took hundreds of years to stand out from hundreds of millions of immortal vampire monks and become the emperor in the holy realm. Each one of them had lofty aspirations and was extremely unwilling to die like this.
However, you can sacrifice yourself for the sake of the immortal vampires.
No way, fall on the last day.
If so, today will become a lifelong regret for them, and they will be laughed at by other monks throughout their lives.
"You are the undead vampires, and we are the dead. Your lives are destined to end by us." The great sage of the Hundred Flails realm, who has double horns on his head, said in an indifferent voice.
The Heichou woman said: "Hand over the undead vampires hidden in your bodies and stop struggling in vain."
Zhang Ruochen did not take action rashly, and kept observing, secretly saying: "The sixty dead saints in the inner layer are responsible for the attack. The thirty-two dead saints in the outer layer, and the double-horned Hundred Flails
Together with the great sage Jing Dazhen, who was responsible for releasing the power of death and suppressing the undead vampires, the great sage self-destructed the holy source when he was dying. The somewhat dark and ugly woman, the great sage Longli, was guarding the outermost perimeter to guard against sneak attacks by foreign enemies.
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"The two Hundred-flag Realm Dzogchen Great Sages pose the least threat. The two combined attack formations need to destroy them as soon as possible. As long as their powers cannot be combined together, the threat is not great."
After making up his mind, Zhang Ruochen's hands behind his back condensed densely packed tiny space cracks.
Each space crack is only one inch long.
The Heichou woman was very cautious. She noticed the fluctuations in the space and immediately stared at Zhang Ruochen.
Take action.
"Whoosh!"
There are more than 300 spatial cracks condensed by Zhang Ruochen, and time stamps are integrated into them.
Wave your hands.
More than three hundred space cracks, like a black rain of knives, flew towards the Heichou woman and nearly a hundred dead saints silently.
"be careful……"
As soon as the Heichou woman shouted, the body-protecting death energy shield was pierced, leaving six bloody holes on her body, as if her flesh, flesh and bones had been directly dug away.
An inch-long space crack passes through the body and can take away a piece of flesh and blood the size of a palm.
After the space cracks were integrated into the time mark, the flying speed was more than ten times faster than before. How could she avoid such a close distance with her Hundred Flail Realm Dzogchen cultivation?
"Swish."
The Great Sage's reaction speed was very fast, but the space crack was even faster.
Half of the more than ninety dead saints were hit by the space cracks, making muffled sounds and suffering varying degrees of injuries. The attacks of the two formations were naturally interrupted and the formations were scattered.
Angry eyes were all staring at Zhang Ruochen.
"Who are you?"
"No need to ask, it's Zhang Ruochen."
Zhang Ruochen secretly regretted that there was no way to tear open a large spatial crack inside the white jade sacred tree, otherwise, they would not just be injured.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen's body disappeared from where it was.
There was a "bang", and before the Heichou woman could react, Zhang Ruochen struck her at the neck with a knife, breaking her tibia and sending her body flying away.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of the great sage of the dead with double horns on his head, and pressed it with a light palm.
The great sage of the Hundred-flag Realm, the Great Perfection, barely held up an arm and tried to resist, but his arm was broken by Zhang Ruochen. His body flew away like a cannonball and hit a branch. There was a sound of bones breaking in his body, and there was blood.
Spills from the head and back.
In less than a breath of time, two Great Perfection Saints of the Hundred Flails Realm were seriously injured.
"Dang!"
Zhang Ruochen stepped on the void with his left foot, and the void seemed to turn into water, shaking.
Immediately, the raging sea of divine flames spread out and enveloped all the great saints of the dead.
"The clock of time."
Zhang Ruochen raised his hands, and the time stamps between heaven and earth gathered rapidly, condensing into a giant bell above his head, spinning rapidly.
at some point.
A deafening bell rang.
Time stamps and sound waves surged past like water waves, impacting on each of the dead saints, causing them all to fly up like fallen leaves.
The time mark cut off a lot of their lifespan, and their bodies fell into a temporary state of weakness.
At this moment, the divine flame burned through their body-protecting death energy and invaded their bodies. Their skin turned crimson and turned into black dust. Moreover, it spread to the inside of the body.
"Swish."
In Zhang Ruochen's hand, the seven-star ghost lotus flew out, and the seven petals swirled and chopped continuously, dismembering the immortal body of a great saint of the dead, with hands, feet, and head flying everywhere.
These series of moves can all be performed within one breath.
The twenty-two immortal vampire saints stared blankly at Zhang Ruochen, unable to believe that a hundred-flag realm saint had such terrifying combat power and could crush nearly a hundred dead saints with his own strength.
This scene will never be forgotten by them.
"It's here, it's finally here, Zhang Ruochen is finally here!" A great sage from the immortal vampire race laughed loudly. His nerves could no longer be stretched, and he fell from the mid-air and landed on a branch.
Xue Ningxiao stopped activating the secret technique, his face turned pale, but a smile appeared on his delicate and small face, as if he saw a ray of light in the long darkness, and said: "Cousin... Cousin Ruochen...
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It seems that being Zhang Ruochen's cousin is a kind of pride.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen noticed something, turned around suddenly, and punched out.
The black and ugly woman activated her secret technique, burned her longevity, made a hand seal, and collided with Zhang Ruochen's fist. Her broken neck bones had been reconnected, and her eyes were burning with angry flames.
"Boom."
Zhang Ruochen caught her palm and his body only shook slightly.
After burning Shou Yuan, the Heichou woman could burst out with combat power comparable to that of a great sage in the early stage of Qianwenjing in a short period of time. However, it was still not enough in front of Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen kicked out and hit her in the chest.
"puff!"
The black and ugly woman vomited blood and fell away.
Zhang Ruochen stretched out his palm and was about to use his space power to pull her back. Suddenly, his head hurt and the space power he exerted was interrupted.
It is the power of death.
Led by the double-horned Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flail Realm, there were dozens of Death Race Saints present. They simultaneously used the power of death thoughts to attack Zhang Ruochen.
"court death."
Zhang Ruochen took back the seven-star ghost lotus and protected his body with supreme power.
Immediately afterwards, he clasped his hands together, and the huge Fudo Mingou Holy Image rose up behind him, releasing a bright brilliance that was brighter than the scorching sun, and its momentum climbed higher and higher.
The face of the Dzogchen Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm with the double horns changed, and he said: "All the Great Sages of the Dead will retreat immediately, and I will break up the rear."
The great sages have great vitality. Zhang Ruochen's wave of attacks just killed only six great sages. The remaining great sages of the dead were either injured or had the divine fire of purification entered their bodies, and they were all weakened.
cut.
Looking at the growing taller and taller King Fudo, they couldn't help but feel fear.
"Such a powerful holy power, how can this be the Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm? The Great Sage of the Thousand Questions Realm I have seen is also a lot weaker than him."
The sound of breaking wind sounded!
More than eighty dead saints flew out in different directions. Because their speed was so fast, they were already dozens of miles away, and the afterimages left behind were still very clear.
The Holy Prime Minister of the Fudo Myeong took the double-horned Great Perfection Death Tribe of the Hundred Flail Realm into his hands, and squeezed his immortal body until it broke into pieces, causing the bones to crackle.
"Ah! Zhang Ruochen, you can't kill me. It's just a battle of hunting. We have no real personal enmity. If you let me go, I will remember your favor."
The great sage of the dead clan with two horns screamed miserably, feeling fear in his heart, not wanting to be crushed to death by Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen said: "You can be regarded as the top figure of the generation of the dead. In front of so many monks, I squeezed you like a clay figure. How could you not have resentment in your heart? If I let you go, you will remember me.
Favor? No, what you remember is the hatred and anger in your heart. Once you have the chance, you will definitely find ways to kill me."
The black and ugly woman flew from behind, holding a silk-like sacred instrument of the king, extending more than a thousand meters long, resembling a bright thread of light.
Zhang Ruochen didn't even look back. A bolt of thunder and lightning condensed out of the void and struck her.
This thunder and lightning is a spiritual attack.
The black and ugly woman's death energy disappeared from her body, she screamed and fell downwards.
"Bang!"
The palm of Fudo Mingou's Holy Sign exerted force and squeezed the body of the great perfection saint of the dead tribe with one hundred flails with two horns until it exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.
The pure fire in the palm of his hand turned his holy soul into a wisp of blue smoke.
To the day of his death, the Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flails Realm did not believe that Zhang Ruochen would actually kill him.
Zhang Ruochen did not go after the great dead saints who escaped. Either their bodies were invaded by the Divine Fire of Purification, or their longevity was cut off. It was difficult for them to regain their fighting strength in a short period of time.
At least today, they can't continue fighting.
Xue Ningxiao flew in front of Zhang Ruochen. Looking at the cousin who had defeated nearly a hundred great saints with a wave of his hand, a blush appeared on his pale face and he whispered: "You shouldn't kill Xu."
He is a great saint, he is the true god seed of the dead tribe, and he has a divine backer behind him. If you kill him, you will forge a deadly feud."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Is there still little hatred between the undead vampires and the dead? Anyway, we have killed many of the sons and goddesses of the dead. Killing one more of them will not have much impact."
"The status of the Son of God and the Goddess may not be comparable to that of the True God's Seed." Xue Ningxiao muttered, but ultimately did not dare to say it out loud.
Inside the white jade sacred tree, there is no way to tear open too much space. Zhang Ruochen cannot push the enemy into the void space, so naturally he can only kill him.
"Meet the Great Sage Ruochen."
The great sages of the immortal vampire clan all bowed to Zhang Ruochen, with awe and admiration in their eyes.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Give me all the clansmen in your body."
Xue Ningxiao hesitated for a moment, then said: "Cousin, if you bring all the clan members with you, it will definitely affect your combat power."
"Don't worry, I have a lot of king's holy weapons suitable for storing life. I will not use these king's holy weapons as soldiers."
As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen took out eleven sacred weapons of the king in succession, including pens, cauldrons, swords... They all have stable and huge inner spaces, and even ordinary humans can survive in them for a period of time.
The great saints of the immortal vampire clan looked at each other in confusion.
The only holy weapons of the king they had with them were all smashed to pieces, causing heavy losses. After all, the holy weapons of the king brought into the Huntian battlefield were their strongest soldiers and were worth more than half of their wealth.
On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen took out more than ten items.
Such a comparison makes them feel sad.
They are all great saints, why is the gap so big?
Zhang Ruochen collected the 34 million tribesmen who were still alive into eleven sacred artifacts of the king, stared at the undead vampire saints, and said: "You are too injured, withdraw from the battlefield! Next,
Just leave it to me."
These immortal vampire saints did not leave. They stood still and told Zhang Ruochen with their eyes that they would continue to fight side by side with him.
Only the Blood Demon stood up and sighed: "The Great Sage has lost too much blood and can't continue fighting! Don't stand still, let's go together. Zhang Ruochen is a descendant of time and space. If he wants to run away, he will die."
Even if the great sages of the Yama and Yama tribes took action together, they couldn't keep him."
Thinking of this, the great sages of the immortal vampire clan all nodded, feeling that it made sense.
"Whoosh!"
White lights flashed one after another, and the Divine Eye of All Realms sent all the undead vampire saints away from the battlefield.
Just as the Blood Demon said, what Zhang Ruochen should do now is to escape immediately with the remaining members of the Undead Vampire Clan and hide until the Battle of Shoutian is over.
In this way, the Undead Vampires can at least rank second, and even hope to retain the first place.
As long as Emperor Chi is not killed by the Yama clan, it will be fine.
Zhang Ruochen did not run away. He took out the diamond-shaped lens and took a look:
Undead vampire, 89.75 million points.
Yama clan, 89.07 million points.
The undead vampires are in front, still in the lead.
But, how long can we stay ahead?
"Luo Yi and Mo Yin should react soon. I hope the final decisive battle will not be about which clan can kill Emperor Chi."
Zhang Ruochen didn't want to kill Emperor Chi, but he also hoped to win in an easier way.
However, just in case, he had to find Emperor Chi first, and at least prevent the Yama clan from killing him. If there was a chance, he wouldn't mind cutting off one of Emperor Chi's hands or a leg.
Therefore, Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and searched for the auras of Emperor Chi, Yuan Fei and the others, then spread out his ten wings and flew in one of the directions.
This time, he did not transform into a dead monk.
The great sage of the dead who escaped just now must have passed the news to the great sage Yuan Fei. With his intelligence, he will be careful and vigilant. There is no point in changing into the appearance of a monk of the dead.
Of course, Zhang Ruochen hid himself in the space, as if he was invisible.
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The "Scroll of Virtual and Real Words" unfolded and turned into a light map that was hundreds of miles long.
The scroll is covered not only with text, but also with mountains, rivers, and lakes.
Words and scenes sometimes disappear and sometimes appear, sometimes nothingness, sometimes solidity.
There are fully four hundred great saints of the dead, standing in various directions in the "Scroll of Virtual Reality".
Emperor Chi is only about ten miles away from the "Void and Real Script", and is being attacked by words one by one. There are more than a hundred thousand words, each one is one foot long, heavier than a mountain, and turns into a sea of words.
"Boom."
Even though Emperor Chi's cultivation was strong and his defense was airtight, he kept flying out the incoming words. However, even if the words were shattered and turned into nothingness, they could immediately condense back and continue to attack him, seemingly endlessly.
The great sage Yuan Fei and Prajna stand in the center of the "Void and Real Script", with words under their feet.
"Use text attacks to consume Emperor Chi's holy energy. When the time comes, he will only have physical strength left and will be exhausted, so we can easily kill him." Yuan Fei, the Great Sage.
Prajna stood aside, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
She had to admit that she had underestimated the Great Sage Yuan Fei before. This person was not as easy to use as he appeared on the surface, and he had many things hidden in his heart. Just like the power of "The Scroll of Virtual and Reality", it was not until this moment that it fully exploded.
I have always had hidden clumsiness.
Originally, Prajna thought that the "Xu Shi Zi Scroll" was the spirit of the dead and was temporarily given to the Great Sage Yuan Fei.
However, after witnessing Yuan Fei's skillful use of the "Void and Real Script", she had to suspect that this supreme holy weapon had been the warrior of Yuan Fei a long time ago.
He was able to hide all the great saints of the dead with the "Scroll of Virtual and Reality" and hide it from Emperor Chi. After getting close to him, it suddenly burst out and completely trapped him.
What does this mean?
This shows that Yuan Fei, the Great Sage, has practiced the Way of Nothingness, and his attainments are not low.
Otherwise, how could he accurately control the "virtual" power of "Void and Real Script"? This is something Prajna didn't know before.
Not to mention Prajna, even Que standing in the "Void and Real Character Scroll" showed a contemplative look.
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This chapter has more than 5,000 words. I have no choice but to boast that I want to end the Hunting War in five or six chapters. I can only increase the number of words in the chapter. It’s easy for me, sweat...