God Emperor

The six spiritual mountains stand in the six directions of the Qianlong Hall, like six pillars of heaven, reaching straight into the sky, looking majestic.

Under the night, a black treasured garment spread out smoothly, suspended between the six spiritual mountains, emitting wisps of black light, hanging straight down, covering the entire Qianlong Palace.

In the Blood God Religion, other monks were completely unaware of the changes in the Qianlong Palace.

"Your Highness the Son of God, this person is Liao Teng, the deputy palace master of Luanzi Tiangong. Not long ago, his cultivation level has broken through the realm of a middle-level saint, and he is many times more powerful than the Hongyuan saint."

Zhao Shiqi sent out a burst of mental power and told Zhang Ruochen the details of the other party.

Liao Teng's five senses were sharp and he noticed the fluctuations in his mental power. He glanced at Zhao Shiqi's hiding place and let out a cold snort.

"puff."

Zhao Shiqi appeared from the top of a tower, bleeding from seven holes, hooked along the glazed tiles, and fell to the ground with a bang. He was extremely injured and could not get up from the ground.

Just now, Liao Teng's cold snort was filled with holy energy, which Zhao Shiqi could not bear at all.

In front of the saints of the middle realm, the creatures who have not entered the holy realm are indeed like ants. Liao Teng could kill quasi-saint-level creatures with just one word or breath.

of course there are exceptions.

For example, Zhang Ruochen sat calmly on the stone bench from beginning to end, appearing calm and unfazed.

Liao Teng was also secretly surprised and said: "A mere quasi-sage of one calamity can actually dissolve the holy power of this saint. No wonder he is capable of killing Hongyuan Saint. However, in front of this saint, , you are still no different from a child who has just learned to walk.”

"Yeah?"

Zhang Ruochen was smiling and playing with a luminous cup on the stone table, looking unconcerned.

Qing Mo stood in the dark and asked Zhang Ruochen if he wanted to take action to take down Liao Teng.

Zhang Ruochen told her not to take action for the time being, he wanted to test Liao Teng's strength himself.

Not long after Liao Teng entered the realm of a middle-level saint, Zhang Ruochen had just passed through his first quasi-saint tribulation.

Zhang Ruochen really wants to know, with his current strength, can he fight against a middle-level saint?

Liao Teng's eyes were fixed on the Holy Source, and he guessed in his mind that Gu Linfeng must have more precious treasures on his body. As long as he was killed, his wealth would increase dramatically.

"die."

Liao Teng pointed two fingers into the void, looking extremely elegant, and used the holy energy to condense into a blood-red leaf and hit Gu Linfeng below.

The leaves rotated rapidly and turned into a beam of light, creating a series of explosions.

Zhang Ruochen exerted force with his five fingers, and with a snap, the luminous cup shattered into more than ten pieces, flying upward like a meteor shower.

One of the fragments collided with the blood-colored leaves, and both were annihilated at the same time.

Other fragments still flew up and hit Liao Teng.

Liao Teng let out a sigh. He thought that a leaf was enough to kill Gu Linfeng, but now it seemed that he had underestimated him.

Liao Teng spread his right palm and slapped it down, shattering all the pieces of the luminous cup.

The palm prints became larger and larger, hundreds of meters long, and each palm print could be clearly seen as they were printed downwards, as if they were about to flatten the entire Qianlong Palace.

Zhang Ruochen flew up from the ground, raised his left arm and pressed upward. A blood-red dragon shadow emerged from his arm, making a dragon roar.

The two palms collided together, and there was a brief stalemate.

Zhang Ruochen felt an overwhelming force coming from his left arm, as if the world was pressing down on him, forcing him to fall downwards.

Liao Teng snorted coldly: "You actually want to fight with me, are you looking for death?"

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the holy energy and injected it into the Seven Kills Gloves, stimulating a thousand lines of destructive power. At the same time, he stimulated the power of the physical body. One hundred and thirty-two acupoints in the body bloomed with bright brilliance at the same time, intertwining into a mysterious star. picture.

Zhang Ruochen's palm power increased greatly and exploded suddenly, tearing apart the large hand seal hundreds of meters long and attacking Liao Teng in the opposite direction.

Although Liao Teng felt surprised, his attack speed was not slow. He rushed forward and had a head-on collision with Zhang Ruochen.

Even if Zhang Ruochen used Qian Ruo's destructive power, he did not block it and flew out, hitting the stone wall of a spiritual mountain.

The geological structure of Lingshan is quite stable, far superior to that of ordinary mountains. Therefore, withstanding such a degree of impact, it only collapsed a small piece and did not collapse.

"Come again."

Zhang Ruochen was not injured and rushed out of the mountain, hitting dozens of hand seals in succession and attacking Liao Teng.

"Bang bang."

The two figures collided quickly, making a series of loud noises.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen failed to block Liao Teng's attack and fell rapidly from mid-air. He stepped on the ground, crushing the jade-paved courtyard, and half of his body sank into the ground.

The courtyard was full of cracks, and even the defensive formations on the ground were broken.

Although Gu Linfeng lost, it still frightened Jishui, "This kid is too tyrannical! He has just survived his first quasi-holy tribulation, and he can actually fight against a middle-level saint."

Of course, no matter how powerful he is, there is still a huge gap between him and the middle-level saint, and he will die tonight.

Liao Tengfei fell down and stood several feet above the ground, like a holy god. He looked down at the people below and said meaningfully: "No wonder the Saints of Hongyuan died in your hands. It turns out you have already It will take some effort to cultivate your physical body to this extent, even if I want to kill you."

Zhang Ruochen used holy energy to wrap his whole body, flew up, landed on the ground, flicked the dust on his sleeves, and said: "The middle-level saint who just broke through is actually so powerful. It seems that he doesn't need to use his true strength. Really can’t compete.”

"What are you talking about? You haven't used your full strength yet?"

Liao Teng didn't believe that Gu Linfeng had any more powerful means and only thought that he was bluffing.

Zhang Ruochen's finger quickly touched the space ring, and Shen Yuan's ancient sword immediately appeared in his hand. In an instant, the whole person's temperament changed and became extremely sharp.

"Wow!"

There was a flash of sword light, and a sword move at the level of a holy skill was swung across. It was as fast as lightning, sweeping past Liao Teng's neck and cutting off a strand of hair.

Liao Teng was a little frightened. He didn't expect that Gu Linfeng was actually a master of swordsmanship. If he had reacted a little too late just now, he might not have been injured.

Zhang Ruochen used the Thunder and Fire sword technique, and the holy energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth automatically condensed into thunder and lightning, which merged with the sword moves.

Liao Teng did not recognize Shen Yuan's ancient sword, but he could feel that the sword was quite dangerous. Therefore, he did not dare to touch it with his palm and could only keep dodging.

After dodging dozens of swords in a row, Liao Teng felt aggrieved. As a middle-level saint, he had to dodge the attack of a quasi-sage. How unbecoming was he?

"Blood Tribulation Finger."

Liao Teng stretched out a middle finger, and a stream of metal appeared, hitting the side of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, causing Zhang Ruochen to fly away.

Immediately afterwards, Liao Teng fully activated the holy energy in his body, condensing a vast cloud of blood that shook the six spiritual mountains.

At this moment, Liao Teng's power climbed steadily, reaching an astonishing height.

"Gu Linfeng, you can force me to use all my strength, even if you end up in hell, you are enough to be proud of me."

Liao Teng's arms rotated, causing the blood cloud to churn violently. The two holy energies were entangled together, turning into a half-empty and half-real spear, hitting Zhang Ruochen's heart.

The all-out attack from the middle-realm saint is absolutely extraordinary.

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so he also used all his strength. First, he activated the Ten Saint Blood Armor, wrapped his whole body, and condensed ten holy shadows in the ten directions of the body.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen continuously injected holy energy into Shen Yuan's ancient sword, inspiring three thousand inscriptions. The majestic sword energy enveloped the six spiritual mountains.

Zhang Ruochen swung his sword down with terrifying power, tearing the half-empty and half-solid spear into pieces, and landed on Liao Teng's head.

"Pfft."

Liao Teng failed to block the sword. A three-foot-long horrific bloody mouth appeared from his right shoulder to his abdomen. A row of ribs was cut off and almost split in half.

Liao Teng screamed, flew to the ground quickly, took out a bottle of holy blood, and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking the holy blood, the sword wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You are not Gu Linfeng, who are you?"

Liao Teng was extremely angry in his heart. He had never suffered such a big loss before and almost died. Thinking about it now makes him a little scared.

Jishui was also shocked. Gu Linfeng's sword just now was so terrifying that it seemed to be able to separate heaven and earth. Fortunately, there was a mysterious force guarding the Qianlong Palace, which blocked the sword energy and prevented any damage.

"Wait, that sword..."

Jishui recognized the sword in Gu Linfeng's hand. It was so familiar that an outstanding and handsome figure appeared in her mind.

Not long ago, in Yingsha City in the Qinglong Ruins Realm, Jishui and the human monks had fought to the point of losing their strength and thought they were certain to die.

The appearance of that man changed the entire battle situation with one person, saved a city of human elites, and fought against more than a dozen beast kings, just like the god of war. At that time, even Jishui's cold heart began to beat rapidly, giving birth to a trace of admiration and admiration.

However, Jishui knew very well that that man could be called the Young Emperor and was destined to become a legend in the human race, and was beyond her reach.

After all, Jishui is also a woman. How could she not feel admiration for someone like Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space?

How could the sword of Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space, appear in Gu Linfeng's hand?

The more Jishui looked at it, the weirder she felt, because the Gu Linfeng at this moment was so similar to the man she admired so much in the past, not just in appearance, but in his temperament, which was sharp, proud, and otherworldly, like a peerless man. Just like the Juggernaut.

"Isn't it...impossible!"

A bold guess emerged in Jishui's mind, but there was also some disbelief.

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