"This sword is too domineering, and the sword moves and power cannot be seen at all. It is not the way of swordsmanship that should exist in the world. This is the way of swordsmanship only possessed by the God of Swords."
"Breaking through the supreme realm, Zhang Ruochen may really become invincible!"
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While everyone was talking about it, Yuan and Greedy Baby reunited their bodies.
They are souls and ghosts. If their souls are immortal, they will not die.
However, Zhang Ruochen's burst of fighting power shocked them, and the two of them chose to retreat decisively. Even though Greedy Baby was a murderous and fearless cosmic god, his heart was full of strong fear.
In the void, Zhang Ruochen held a sword in one hand and hugged Prajna who fell from above with the other.
The door to her true self was broken. Although she did not lose all her cultivation, her vitality was severely damaged. She was extremely weak at the moment. Her pretty face was as pale as a flawless fairy jade, and her delicate body was as soft as if there were no bones.
She leaned gently on Zhang Ruochen's chest, calm and leisurely, without sadness or joy.
"Wuji produces Tai Chi, and Tai Chi produces Liangyi."
"Two rituals give rise to four images, and four signs give rise to eight trigrams."
"Bagua evolves all things, and all things return to one."
Zhang Ruochen used the power of Wuji Holy Will to the extreme. Suddenly, the entire sea area was filled with wind, thunder and lightning.
All the power of heaven and earth converged on him.
The rules of heaven and earth are all under his control.
The powerful power of swallowing condensed the energy, sea water, dust, rules, time, space... all to one point, and re-condensed into a faint shadow of the True Self Gate, suspended above the two people's heads.
"Zhang Ruochen actually helped the Goddess of Destiny and condensed the Gate of True Self. This... this is incredible..."
"The power Zhang Ruochen masters is so weird. Time and space are integrated into one. Is it so magical?"
"It should be that he used the secrets. Don't forget that Zhang Ruochen holds 30% of the secrets of fate. Moreover, he has been to the Temple of Origin and probably got a lot of secrets. With the secrets of fate and the secrets of origin, what else can be done?
Is there something he can’t do?”
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The door to the true self is very unstable and very weak.
However, looking at this faint shadow, the gods in hell and heaven were slightly shaken in their hearts, even more shocked than Zhang Ruochen who had just defeated three Yuanhui-level representatives with one sword.
Of course they knew that Zhang Ruochen had just used the power of secrets, and there was more than one secret.
However, it is impossible for Mystery to mobilize all the rules of heaven and earth. What is really strange is the power of his holy will. This holy will seems to be in a state of complete control within a certain range of space.
Most of the Saint Realm experts who have reached the pinnacle of demigod cultivation can cultivate the realm of absolute rules and achieve complete control. However, that is an absolute realm formed by squeezing out all the rules of the world and retaining only their own rules.
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Moreover, the scope of the field is far less than the scope covered by Zhang Ruochen's holy will.
The Blood God of War laughed loudly: "Haha! It worked. My grandson must be the first person in this era. He and the little goddess are a perfect match. They are a perfect match and can help each other."
Hmm! It's really good. The more I watch it, the more I like it. If I remember correctly, this little goddess will abdicate, right?"
Emperor Luo Yan snorted coldly.
The ghost master smiled sinisterly and said: "Thousands of years ago, the little goddess was appointed by the Lord Fulu to marry Yan Wushen. Even if she abdicates, she will have nothing to do with your bloody family."
The smile on the Blood Jue War God's face faded a bit, but he didn't say anything more wildly.
After all, this matter involves the Lord Fulu, not to mention the face of the Yama clan, where the Wuqing Sect is sitting! Some words can be said, but some words need to be restrained.
The Bloody God of War appears to be arrogant and arrogant, but in his heart he understands everything.
If he was really just crazy and arrogant, how could he sit in the position of leader of the Blood Sky Tribe?
There is no god who doubts Prajna's identity. After all, she is the God of Destiny brought back by the God of Nu Tian, and she is the disciple of the God.
No god thought that she was a monk from the Kunlun Realm and had an old relationship with Zhang Ruochen. After all, in the rescue battle that broke out in the Destiny Mountain a thousand years ago, all the lurkers in the Kunlun Realm had been exposed and almost the entire army was wiped out.
If she was a monk in the Kunlun realm, how could she not participate in the rescue plan a thousand years ago?
For the Kunlun monks, is there anything more important than rescuing the Supreme Being?
However, the gods also saw that Prajna and Zhang Ruochen had a close relationship, and were by no means casual acquaintances. There must be some hidden secret between them.
Prajna's cultivation recovered somewhat, and he left Zhang Ruochen's arms and flew back to the ancient ship where the monks of the Temple of Destiny were.
On the sea.
In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, there was no longer the arrogance and arrogance in Zhang Ruochen's eyes. He was very calm. However, this calmness gave the monks present a more domineering feeling.
He said: "I said that I want to be the Lord of the Ten Realms, but you all don't agree and want to join forces to kill me. However, since you can't kill me, it's my turn to kill you now."
The sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand pointed at Greedy Baby and Yuan one by one, and said: "We are all monks in the hell world. You only need to keep the supreme holy weapon on your body. Today, I can spare you from death."
Yuan held the twelve soul-eating bells on her arms and carried them behind her.
The greedy baby, surrounded by six swords, smiled coldly.
They are all Yuanhui-level representatives, the faces of Disha Ghost City and Qinglu Temple, and also represent the Ghost Clan and the Shura Clan. Being in this position means that they can only fight on and cannot compromise.
"Give you time to think about it."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes turned to Shang Ziyan, his eyes became a bit colder, and he said: "I thought that you were dead, and the grudges and hatred between us have long since returned to dust. But, since you are alive
Come here, I will kill you again today and make you completely destroyed."
Zhang Ruochen and Shang Ziyan have an irreconcilable hatred.
"This is what I want to say to you. If it weren't for you, how could I be like this?" Shang Ziyan gritted his two rows of stone teeth, furious.
There was no intention of escaping at all.
Zhang Ruochen is already his inner demon. If he escapes again today, his inner demon will definitely devour him.
How else to become a god?
The two clones, Fire Demon Emperor and Han Yetian, flew to the left and right sides of Shang Ziyan, and both of them erupted with power fluctuations at the peak level of demigods, making the world half cold and half hot.
"kill!"
Zhang Ruochen roared, crossed the space, appeared in front of Shang Ziyan, and slashed with his sword.
"Bang!"
The attacks launched by Shang Ziyan, Fire Demon Emperor, and Han Yetian were broken by Zhang Ruochen's sword. The three figures were hit by countless sword energy and fell straight to the sea.
With two pops, the Fire Demon Emperor and Han Yetian fell into the sea.
Shang Ziyan's body was a colorful monument of merit and virtue. He was struck by Zhang Ruochen's sword, but it only left a white mark on his chest.
Colorful brilliance flashed, and the white marks disappeared.
"Immeasurable merit!"
The merit and divine inscriptions on Shang Ziyan's body rose and flickered, and a large amount of colorful merit energy surged out of his body, covering the sea surface of the thousands of miles of sea and turning it into a colorful ocean.
Moreover, the energy of merit burned, transformed into powerful force, and penetrated into Shang Ziyan's body.
The aura emitted by Shang Ziyan became stronger and stronger, and the sound of thunderstorms came from the stone body.
"Shang Ziyan used the power of merit to burn the energy of merit and enhance his combat power."
"Such a strong aura, Shang Ziyan in this state may be able to challenge the false god!"
Feng Yan snorted: "The Temple of Merit was built by the gods in heaven. The power of merit was collected from the heavens of all realms and used to cultivate monks from all realms. Shang Ziyan was so good that he actually used it himself.
Used in battle. Is it true that the energy of merit comes easily? Does the energy of merit really belong to their temple of merit? Does it belong to him, Shang Ziyan?"
Feng Yan's voice was so loud that it reached the ears of many monks.
Shang Ziyan's move made many monks in heaven angry.
After all, if monks from all walks of life in heaven want to obtain the energy of merit, they must go to the merit battlefield to fight and risk their lives. Moreover, they can only get a small amount for cultivation.
But Shang Ziyan directly burned a large amount of merit energy, how could everyone feel balanced?
Fairy Guna said: "Master Ziyan has already become one with the five-color merit monument, so he can naturally use the power of merit. Besides, he also wants to kill Zhang Ruochen, a Yuanhui-level traitor, not for his own selfish desires."
"Boom!"
On the colorful sea, Shang Ziyan and Zhang Ruochen attacked together.
Shang Ziyan's whole body was burning with colorful divine flames, and he was extremely powerful. With the Chizi Sword in his hand, he cut out blood-red swords one after another. His fighting power was extremely tyrannical.
Moreover, the densely packed divine patterns of flowing light are integrated with his body, and the speed is faster than lightning.
There were very few monks present who could clearly see his figure.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
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Apart from the Golden Burial Technique, Zhang Ruochen had no Taoist skills, but with his fourteen golden wings, his burst speed was not weaker than Shang Ziyan's.
The two of them were like two rays of light colliding on the sea. Every sword strike was a head-on fight, without dodging or using any other spells.
What matters is strength and speed.
The sound of thunderous sword strikes came and went one after another.
After an unknown number of collisions, the five-colored light flew out, slowed down, and revealed Shang Ziyan's figure. His stone body was covered with white light marks, and he had been hit by countless swords.
"That's all you can do to burn the energy of merit? Today, it seems, is your day of death." Zhang Ruochen's long hair was fluttering, and his eyes were as cold as frost.
Shang Ziyan spread his arms and his body became almost transparent. There were colorful clouds and ancient divine characters flowing inside. He said in a deep voice: "I am immortal. Who can kill me under the true god? Yin Yuanchen, you still haven't taken action.
?Zhang Ruochen has just broken through the realm. With the combined efforts of the two of us, we will first beat him back to the realm, and then refine his blood and soul so that he will die..."
Before Shang Ziyan finished speaking, the space in front of him trembled, and the Ten Thousand Cursed Dzi Beads flew out from it and hit him.
Shang Ziyan's soul was attacked, he screamed in a low voice, and his body was thrown away.
It's the power of the curse.
Dead Soul Curse!
"I can't destroy your body, so I can't destroy your soul?" Zhang Ruochen fell from the sky, formed a large hand seal with his left hand, and hit Shang Ziyan hard.
When the big handprint fell, the seawater below Shang Ziyan solidified and froze, turning into an endless ice field.
"Bang!"
On the ice sheet, a large crater with a handprint that was thousands of feet long appeared. Shang Ziyan was photographed at the bottom of the crater, and the colorful brilliance on his body was much dimmed.