God Emperor

Han Qiu recruited an army from the underworld, all composed of semi-saint-level undead. The aura of death exuded floated in the air and condensed into a gray-black cloud.

If there were just a few or dozens of Impermanence and Corpse King, the contenders present could still handle them.

However, it was an army of the undead. Hundreds and thousands of Impermanence and Corpse King were overwhelmingly pressing over it. Even the top-tier experts felt their scalps go numb.

"She can actually summon an army of the undead. Could it be that she is a certain master of the underworld?"

"This woman has some special power, giving people a very sinister and evil feeling."

…

All the contenders took in a breath of cold air and slowly backed away.

Only Sun Dadi, who was in a state of rage, did not retreat. With a pair of huge eyes as big as lanterns, glowing with fire, he stared at the flying Han Qiu and yelled: "Traitor, you finally appeared, don't you beat me with a blow?" Die to you."

Zhang Ruochen only told Murong Yue about Han Qiu's rebellion against Mingzong.

Sun Dadi also found out about this later. Therefore, he hated Han Qiu very much and felt that Han Qiu was an ungrateful person.

"Bang bang."

Sun Dadi rushed out quickly, swung his iron rod, chopped, swept, or struck, beating the impermanence and corpse king until they exploded and turned into ghost mist and bone powder.

Han Qiu rolled his eyelids slightly, showing a look of disdain: "Just you?"

She stretched out a palm and twirled her fingers.

In the palm of his hand, a black vortex appeared, growing larger and larger, until finally, the space above the holy mountain also rotated with it.

The black vortex drew Sun Dadi into it, and the strong power of the vortex caused Sun Dadi to quickly lose control of his body.

"boom!"

Han Qiu flicked his finger, and immediately, the black vortex shattered and opened. Sun Dadi's body turned into a stream of light, flew out, and hit the mountain of the Holy Mountain, collapsing a large cliff.

"Zhang Ruochen, you'd better take care of your subordinates. If you dare to offend me next time, I will crush his head directly."

Han Qiu had a fierce aura on his body. He raised his white chin and looked at Zhang Ruochen.

All the creatures present were surprised.

Previously, they had all seen Sun Dadi's combat power, which was slightly stronger than the average first-line warrior. However, when fighting against the woman in black, he was like a child, completely powerless to fight back.

The evil-looking woman in black in front of me is probably not far behind a top-tier powerhouse.

"Did she once be Zhang Ruochen's subordinate?"

"How can such a powerful person submit to others? He will definitely betray him."

"Zhang Ruochen is surrounded by so many talents, and every one of them has the qualifications to become a Saint King."

…

Zhang Ruochen asked Er Sikong to dig Sun Dadi out of the soil. Sun Dadi's physical body was quite strong, but he only suffered some external injuries, but was not seriously injured.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on Han Qiu, showing a strange look.

With his cultivation level, he actually couldn't see through Han Qiu's cultivation level. The body of darkness and the way of darkness were indeed getting weirder and weirder.

All four holy flowers were taken away by Han Qiu. From the beginning to the end, the top-tier powerhouse did not make a move. No one was willing to offend a powerful enemy at this juncture.

Han Qiu collected the four holy flowers and stared at Zhang Ruochen with a proud attitude, wanting to see if there was any regret on Zhang Ruochen's face?

However, Zhang Ruochen seemed very indifferent from the beginning to the end, and did not think that it was such a great thing that she captured the four holy flowers.

"Zhang Ruochen! Zhang Ruochen! Huang Yanchen will only hold you back and cannot help you at all, but you chose her anyway. You are destined to be a loser for the rest of your life." Han Qiu thought to himself.

At this moment, Princess Huang Yanchen, Qing Mo, Xiao Hei, and Bai Li boarded the Holy Mountain and gathered with Zhang Ruochen and others.

At the foot of the mountain, the once bustling royal capital was completely reduced to a sea of ​​fire. The fiery magma completely swallowed up the entire ancient city. The cracks on the ground became even larger, making it difficult to see any living creatures anymore.

"We took some indigenous humans into the world of the scroll, but more indigenous humans died tragically. We have tried our best."

Huang Yanchen handed the map of the Divine Wood of Heaven and Earth to Zhang Ruochen, and immediately felt two hostile eyes. The two looks came from Han Qiu, who was standing on top of the bone dragon, and from Princess Moran, who was standing behind Zhang Ruochen.

Han Qiu bit his lower lip lightly with his teeth, a cold light shining in his eyes.

With her current cultivation level, she is confident enough to defeat Huang Yanchen, avenge her past humiliation, and let Zhang Ruochen see clearly who is qualified to be the crown prince.

Princess Mo Ran was not only hostile to Huang Yanchen, but also set her sights on the Divine Wood Map of the Universe.

Princess Moran had previously witnessed Huang Yanchen and others using this scroll to incorporate a large number of indigenous humans, and she was both a little surprised and a little curious.

How can a mere picture scroll hold so many people? Is it also a space treasure similar to the Golden Light Hidden Bag?

However, the space treasure contains living people, and the living people cannot survive at all and will die soon.

After some speculation, Princess Mo Ran had some doubts. They included the monks from the Qinglong Dynasty in the scroll just to collect blood and souls.

As the leader of the Qinglong Dynasty, Princess Moran was naturally quite angry and had difficulty controlling her emotions.

Da Sikong felt the hostility from Princess Moran and quickly explained, "Amitabha! Don't worry, Princess. We are saving them. They are living well in another world now."

Princess Moran smiled lightly, her smile was quite stiff. It was obvious that she didn't believe Da Sikong's words at all.

Huang Yanchen was a little curious and asked, "Who is she?"

Da Sikong's heart moved, and the secret opportunity finally came. So, without waiting for Zhang Ruochen to speak, he hurriedly said: "This female benefactor is Princess Moran of the Qinglong Dynasty. The poor monk saw that she had extraordinary talents and wanted to accept her as a disciple. She is a Buddhist. But...Uncle Master seems to be very interested in her."

After saying this, Da Sikong quickly turned around, not daring to look directly into Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

"That's right!"

Huang Yanchen walked to Princess Mo Ran with a smile on his face and looked at her, from her face to her toes, not missing any detail.

Princess Moran held her breath and was quite nervous. She felt that Huang Yanchen's eyes were quite penetrating. In front of her, she seemed to be a completely transparent person, unable to hide any secrets.

"Yes, she is indeed a beautiful woman who will conquer the country. You are quite discerning." Huang Yanchen said to Zhang Ruochen.

When Huang Yanchen said this, he also used his mental power to send a message to Zhang Ruochen: "This woman is very problematic. She is definitely not an ordinary person. She may be stronger than you. It's best to be careful."

Zhang Ruochen also mobilized his mental power and sent out a message without leaving any trace, saying: "There is indeed a problem. It is definitely not a princess. When the spirit of the world is born, she should be exposed."

Huang Yanchen saw that Zhang Ruochen knew what he was thinking, so he said no more.

"Qing Mo, keep an eye on her. If she dares to make any move, suppress her as soon as possible." Huang Yanchen gave Qing Mo an order.

Now, Sun Dadi and Da Sikong have been guarding Princess Mo Ran. Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen are unable to take action. Once they take action, they are likely to fall into civil war, which is not conducive to the subsequent fight for the World Spirit.

"Boom."

As the holy mountain shook violently, another holy flower flew out from the ground.

The seventh holy flower carries the spiritual spring of the seventh-grade holy source. It resembles a black lotus and is more than ten meters long in diameter. A huge phantom of a wild bird flew up with the black lotus on its back and rushed towards the distance.

The eighth holy flower carries the eighth-grade holy source spiritual spring, emitting golden light. It is lifted up by the shadows of two spiritual cranes and flies high into the sky.

Both holy flowers were of extremely astonishing value, and a large number of first-line experts rushed out to fight for them.

The various tribes of barbarian beasts focused on the seventh holy flower. Fairy Suzaku and the prince of the Kun tribe led more than a dozen ancient relics to rush forward and beat away all other contenders.

In addition, there are a group of alien creatures who are also very interested in the seventh holy flower, becoming the biggest competitors of the various tribes of beasts.

The human side aimed at the eighth holy flower, led by Monk Lidi, Chi Wansui, and Qi Feiyu, and more than ten masters composed of first-line powerhouses and quasi-sages followed closely behind them.

On the side of the undead blood clan, three princes rushed out and started a battle with a large number of masters and human monks.

This time, Han Qiu did not act rashly, because the competition between the two holy flowers was very fierce. There were more than ten first-line strong men fighting on both battlefields. Even if she had an army of undead and joined in, she probably wouldn't be able to get a good deal.

Zhang Ruochen stopped Da Sikong and Er Sikong who wanted to join the fight, and said: "The World Spirit and the ninth Holy Flower should be born at the same time. Don't join the fight, prepare for the war with all your strength, and capture the World Spirit no matter what. "

Just when the eighth holy flower was born, Zhang Ruochen faintly felt the faint breath emanating from the spirit of the world, so he made such a judgment.

Xiao Hei lay on the ground, put his ears to the ground, listened carefully, his eyes were quite serious, and added: "It is indeed possible that the spirit of the world will be born at the same time as the ninth holy flower."

Prince Qitian, the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Dragon, Xue Wuye, Emperor Tianming, Qiu Yu, and the four Eight Dragon Martial Saints from the Qinglong Ruins Realm all also sensed it.

Their eyes became sharper and sharper, and the aura they exuded was completely different from before, as if a sharp sword was about to come out of the body.

"Wow——"

Prince Qitian's whole body was exuding a blood-red glow. Three pairs of blood wings flapped at the same time. With a swishing sound, they turned into a stream of light and unexpectedly rushed towards the ground.

"Stop him."

Wang Huanzhen, the son of the world in the Qinglong Xu Realm, let out a roar.

A brilliant power of the Holy Way surged out from Wang Huanzhen's body and turned into eight phantoms of blue dragons that were tens of feet long.

The eight dragon shadows are much more powerful than the dragon shadows condensed by the other eight dragon warrior saints. They look like they are made of bronze. When they fly, they make a "bang bang" metal collision sound and pop out. Big sparkle.

Obviously, Wang Huanzhen's strength is still above the first-line powerhouse. After all, a super first-line powerhouse has not reached the holy realm, but Wang Huanzhen is at the holy realm.