God Emperor

The power of thunder and lightning released by the Five Tribulation Suppression Talisman was very violent, covering the entire Dragon Fire Island, turning into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning, making roaring sounds one after another, as if it was going to destroy all living things on the island.

Faced with such power, even the creatures in the holy realm felt frightened.

The fairy concubine's willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly raised, and then she stretched out a slender jade finger and pointed it upwards, and powerful spiritual power surged out.

In an instant, the aura of heaven and earth on Longhuo Island was like streams, all converging on her fingertips, condensing into a wall of light, floating in the sky above the saints of the court.

The light wall, like a layer of white gauze, seems quite fragile, but it resists the attack of the Five Tribulation Suppressing Talisman. Thick lightning pillars hit the light wall, like raindrops falling on the lake, only causing small ripples.

The area under the light wall seemed particularly peaceful. Compared with the outside, it was like two different worlds. All the saints in the court secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Even the Saints of the Tongtian Realm dare not take the attack of the Five Tribulations Suppressing Holy Talisman. If Goddess Siming hadn't taken action, some of us would definitely have perished."

Their eyes were fixed on the beautiful back of the Fairy Concubine, and they all showed awe and envy. She was worthy of being the Goddess of Command of the Earth Temple. It was no wonder that she became one of the Nine Heavenly Mysteries. She really had unfathomable spiritual power, to put it lightly. In a short time, the attack of the Five Tribulations Suppressing Holy Talisman was resolved.

Of course, that was also because the Five Tribulation Suppression Talisman covered a wide area and its power was weakened, so she could block it so easily.

If the Five Tribulations Suppressing Holy Talisman were concentrated at one point to launch an attack, no matter how strong the Fairy Concubine was, she would have no choice but to retreat.

In the camp of the undead vampires, three death knights flew up wearing the blood armor of the Ten Saints. They stood ten feet above the ground, holding spears in their hands, and shouted in unison: "Light of Death."

"Wow."

Three circles of blood-red light surged out from their bodies and overlapped, covering the undead vampire saints below.

With the blessing of the Blood Armor of the Ten Saints and the Light of Death, the three Death Knights turned into human shields and withstood the attacks of the Five Tribulations Suppression Talisman.

The sacred beasts in Zulong Mountain and Jiuli Palace did not have such good luck. They were struck by lightning and were sent flying with their heads covered, their skin and flesh torn apart. They quickly dug into the rocks, burrowed into the ground, and huddled up, only to narrowly save their lives.

"Zhang Ruochen, don't even think of succeeding, just die."

"Dragon Piercer."

The Barbarian Dragon Young Master and the Winged Dragon Young Master had profound cultivation. They used their ancestral weapons to protect their bodies and continued to take action to prevent Zhang Ruochen from collecting the Spiritual Dragon Fire.

Barbarian Young Master's one-arm, holding a huge cyan ax, exerted force violently, turning like a windmill.

Suddenly, he loosened his fingers, and the giant azure ax flew out in a spin, passing through the lightning beams and hitting Zhang Ruochen suspended in the air.

Not far away, Young Master Pterodactyl opened his mouth and spit out a golden dragon thorn.

The dragon thorn flew into the sky like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

It was the critical moment for Zhang Ruochen to collect the Spiritual Dragon Fire. He was concentrating on controlling the rules of the holy way. The five-foot-long blue fire dragon opposite him gradually became smaller and flew towards his eyebrows.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen did not dare to be distracted at all. Faced with the attacks of the two young dragon masters, he had no choice but to summon the Holy Food Flower to resist.

The Holy Food Flower rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body and stretched out vines that were ten miles long. The petals at the top of the vine unfolded and collided with the giant azure axe.

"Bang."

The collision force of the giant azure ax was so strong that the Holy Flower couldn't dodge and could only block it. Naturally, it couldn't resist it. The flower exploded and dozens of petals fell from the air.

The Sacred Food Flower let out a cry, suffered heavy injuries, and returned to Zhang Ruochen's body.

However, with the resistance of the Sacred Eater Flower, the attack direction of the blue giant ax shifted, flying out from Zhang Ruochen's right side and rushing into the clouds.

On the other end, the sky-piercing dragon thorn shot by Pterodactyl Shaojun was slightly deflected by the space distortion exerted by Zhang Ruochen, and flew past the edge of his waist without hitting him directly.

However, the wind force carried by the dragon thorn was like a heavy punch hitting Zhang Ruochen's abdomen, causing him to fly upwards more than ten feet.

Zhang Ruochen only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then a fishy-sweet smell rushed to his throat.

injured!

Fortunately, he was wearing the Blood Armor of the Ten Saints. Otherwise, if he had withstood the blow just now, his injuries would have been more serious, and he would probably have failed.

"When I collect the Soul Dragon Fire, you will die."

"receive."

Zhang Ruochen widened his eyes, roared, and used all his strength to put the blue fire dragon between his eyebrows and into the sea of ​​​​qi.

Immediately, his body turned completely blue, with fire patterns like dragon scales flowing on his skin.

Seems extremely magical.

"Zhang Ruochen actually absorbed a mature spirit dragon fire into his body."

Wing Dragon Young Master showed an expression of disbelief, clasped his hands together, mobilized the holy energy throughout his body, and wanted to cast a holy spell.

"Snapped."

At this time, a crisp cracking sound sounded above its head.

not good.

The young pterodactyl looked up and saw that the "Double Dragon Bone Bead", the ancestral weapon it used to protect itself, was split open by lightning.

Then, with a bang, the double dragon bone beads exploded and turned into a ball of bone powder.

Without the protection of the ancestral weapon, the thunder and lightning released by the Five Tribulations Suppressing Talisman fell on Young Lord Winged Dragon.

"Pfft."

The first thunderbolt fell and penetrated Young Master Pterodactyl's dragon wings, leaving a dark hole. The power released by the thunder and lightning made its dragon wings burn.

The second lightning struck the body of Mr. Pterodactyl. Immediately, Mr. Pterodactyl shivered all over, and made a low muffled sound from his mouth. He was completely charred from beginning to end.

As thunder and lightning continued to fall, Young Master Pterodactyl was split open and his flesh was torn apart. He could not use the holy magic, so he had to dig up rocks and hide underground.

The ancestral protective weapon of the Barbarian Dragon Master has also been broken, which is a bit more miserable than the Winged Dragon Master. All the scales on his body have been melted by lightning, like a black loach, hiding in the cracks of the stone.

"What a powerful descendant of time and space, he actually collected a mature spirit dragon fire." There was a look of surprise in Prince Motian's pupils. Prince Motian was six meters tall, and his whole body was covered with black magic lines. , carrying the seven-meter-long Emperor Slayer Demon Sword, rushed out of the defensive circle formed by the three Death Knights, kicked off his feet, and rushed up from the dense thunder and lightning.

Zhang Ruochen hasn't completely conquered the Soul Dragon Fire yet. Now is the best time to kill him. How could the Demonic Prince let go of this opportunity?

The two pairs of dark red flesh wings on Prince Motian's back spread out and flew towards Zhang Ruochen rapidly.

"Boom."

An electric pillar as thick as the mouth of a bowl fell down and hit Prince Mo Tian.

A surprising scene occurred. The magic patterns on Prince Motian's body emitted a dazzling light and turned into a defensive net. The lightning fell on Prince Motian and slid down automatically, unable to hurt him.

"The emperor kills the demon sword, and the demon is born."

Prince Motian flew above Zhang Ruochen's head, held the sword in both hands, and used all his strength to slash down with the sword.

As the sword fell, thirty-six strands of demonic energy flew out of the sword body, condensing into a phantom of the demon. The phantom of the demon was thirty-six feet tall. His hands merged together and turned into the shape of a sword, which also slashed towards Zhang Ruochen.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes, and two blue flame beams shot out from his eyes: "Well done, you were the ones attacking before, now it's my turn!"

Zhang Ruochen raised his right arm, and his arm, wrist, and fingers were completely wrapped in blue flames. He struck out with a palm and collided with the edge of the Emperor's Demon Slayer Sword.

"boom!"

The blue flames and black demonic energy formed two circles of energy ripples, which quickly spread in all directions. Anyone hit by the energy ripples would collapse all the mountains.

Zhang Ruochen's palm struck with all his strength, carrying the spirit dragon fire, and the power was so violent.

Unable to withstand the powerful palm force, with a bang, the demon's phantom shattered and opened. In Prince Mo Tian's pupils, the shape of the palm print became larger and larger. Then, he was hit by the palm print, his whole body was shocked, he coughed up blood in his mouth, and was thrown away like a kite with its string broken.

Below, the imperial court and the saints of the immortal vampire clan were all shocked by the scene in front of them, their hearts beating wildly.

The Demonic Prince has become a saint in his body. He has collected eleven flames of the Spiritual Dragon Fire. He also possesses the Demonic Tribe’s ancient holy weapon, the Emperor’s Demon-Slaying Sword. How could he not block Zhang Ruochen’s palm?

"Even Prince Qitian cannot defeat Prince Motian with just one move. How strong is Zhang Ruochen?"

"In the same realm, Zhang Ruochen really has no enemies in a fight?"

…

A luan and a phoenix appeared under Zhang Ruochen's feet, bursting out with astonishing speed, catching up with Prince Mo Tian, ​​mobilizing the overwhelming sword intent, condensing it on his fingertips, and pointed it down.

In front of his finger, the spirit dragon fire escaped and condensed into a three-foot-long flaming sword.

Prince Motian gritted his teeth and quickly blocked the attack with his sword, but was knocked out again, and the injuries inside his body became more serious.

One of the wisps of the spirit dragon fire fell on the blood armor on the chest of Prince Mo Tian, ​​making a chirping sound. A defensive treasure like the Ten Saint Blood Armor was burned with a shallow mark when it encountered the fire of the Dragon Spirit.

It is conceivable that with more Spiritual Dragon Fire, it will definitely be able to burn through the Blood Armor of the Ten Saints.

"Aren't you still dead? The last blow, Long Yunjiu Tian."

Zhang Ruochen used the tenth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm and transformed into a golden dragon. The dragon's body exuded bright Buddha light, stretched out two huge dragon claws, and pressed down on Prince Mo Tian.

On the dragon claws, a layer of blue fire appeared, with layers of dragon scale patterns flowing.

After subduing the ethereal dragon fire, the power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm has reached a higher level.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to use this blow to completely kill Prince Mo Tian, ​​lest he grow into a formidable enemy in the future.

"Wow——"

A vortex was created out of thin air between the two dragon claws and the Demonic Prince, releasing a powerful twisting force that actually cracked the tenth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm and threw the golden dragon away. .

The golden dragon flew more than ten miles away and transformed into Zhang Ruochen's figure again.

Zhang Ruochen resolved the force, regained his balance, showed a surprised expression, stared at the vortex suspended in mid-air, and said: "Another mentally powerful person has come, who are you?"

In the center of the whirlpool, a slender figure slowly emerged. Standing above the whirlpool, he smiled charmingly: "In the Immortal Temple, Yinghuo, I have seen the descendants of time and space. Haha."

On the ground, Suihan heard the word "Yinghuo" and pondered for a moment. Then, he suddenly raised his head and exclaimed: "She is the immortal goddess from the Temple of the Immortal, Yinghuo?"