God Emperor

This holy battle lasted for a whole night. The battlefield spread to a vast land of 30,000 miles, causing serious changes in the landscape. There was scorched earth everywhere, and the sky was completely shrouded in black dust, and no light could be seen.

Only three saints from the Sword Hell Realm were still holding on and did not fall down, but they were also seriously injured.

The Holy Saint, who originally had six arms, now only has one arm, and he is still swinging his sword, creating streaks of sword light.

The other Holy Saint was beaten back to his original form and turned into a giant red tiger, with blood holes all over his body. The holy blood turned into wisps of blood and continued to escape outwards.

There was also a true saint, a middle-aged woman, whose chest and abdomen were beaten through. She was extremely miserable and screamed: "I will die with you."

The middle-aged woman seemed to be having a flashback, suddenly bursting out at extremely fast speed and rushing into an area where a dozen Rakshasa Marquises gathered.

Her body split open, scattering dazzling holy lights.

"No, she's going to blow up the Holy Source. Hurry back."

The Marquises of Rakshasa all burst out at the fastest speed, backed up, and rushed out in all directions like dozens of rays.

"Boom."

A true saint self-destructed. The destructive power was so terrible that the entire earth collapsed downwards.

Half of the dozen Rakshasa Marquises were bombarded to the point of being completely destroyed, while the other half were seriously injured and fell to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

The saint with only one arm, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Xue Ji..."

More than 850 saints were wiped out, and now only two of them are still alive. It is really tragic.

The third-class Marquis with silver hair and a lion's face came out of the black evil mist and sneered: "You two are already turtles in the jar, do you want to self-destruct the Holy Source too?"

The two saints of the Sword Hell Realm looked at each other, and then mobilized the few remaining holy powers in their bodies to attack the silver-haired human lion.

"Boom."

The silver-haired human lion took out an iron whip, flicked his wrist, and tens of thousands of inscriptions appeared on the iron whip, and struck the two saints, sending them flying back.

The terrifying power contained in the iron whip almost broke the bodies of the two saints.

"哏哓."

The silver-haired man-lion laughed sinisterly, and was about to take action again to kill them completely, when he suddenly stopped and suddenly raised his eyes, looking in the direction behind the two saints.

I saw a figure wearing the blood armor of the Ten Saints, standing on top of a magma lake, walking forward step by step.

The silver-haired lion's eyes darkened, and dark red evil flames erupted from the iron whip in his hand, saying: "You finally showed up. I thought you would always be hiding in the dark."

"Whether you are hiding in the dark or walking into the light, you are still hunting. What is the difference?" Zhang Ruochen said lightly.

The silver-haired man-lion snorted coldly: "Your tone is not small."

"Uh-huh!"

Another third-class marquis from the Rakshasa tribe rushed over, flying in the air, holding a stone tower more than ten feet high in his right hand, with tens of thousands of inscriptions floating on the stone tower.

The other marquises of the Rakshasa tribe also came closer and appeared within a thousand miles, surrounding Zhang Ruochen and the two saints in the center.

Of course, those Rakshasa Marquises did not dare to get too close, fearing that the two Holy Saints would self-destruct the Holy Source and die with them.

At a distance of a thousand miles, they can advance and attack, retreat and defend without having to worry about the enemy being defeated.

Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power enveloped a thousand-mile radius, and it was discovered that there were more than 170 marquises from the Rakshasa tribe. They were all full of fighting spirit and could attack him at any time with their sacred weapons and magic.

The third-class Marquis flying in the air, his eyes full of murderous intent, said in a deep voice: "Have Niyue and the others been killed by you?"

"That's right." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Damn it."

The third-class Marquis inspired the semi-perfect power of the stone tower. The stone tower became larger and larger, reaching a height of one hundred feet, and then suddenly bombarded downwards.

The stone tower has not yet fallen, and the earth is sinking downwards.

Zhang Ruochen could dodge, but instead of dodging, he pulled out Shen Yuan's ancient sword, which also inspired semi-perfect power, and slashed towards the sky.

"Boom."

The stone tower of the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact level was actually split into two.

The long sword energy flew into the sky, as if it had turned into a heavenly road.

"How can it be?"

The eyes of the third-class Marquis were about to pop out of his head. The ancient Stone Tower was destroyed with just one sword strike. That holy sword was too terrifying.

Zhang Ruochen's figure flew out from between the two halves of the stone tower, turned into a ray of white light, and stabbed the third-class marquis with a sword.

"Sword Seven!"

The speed of this sword reached a hundred times the speed of sound, making it impossible to dodge.

The stone tower of the third-class Marquis had been destroyed, and he had lost his protective weapon. He had to activate all the protective charms in his body. More than twenty layers of light shields emerged from his body, guarding him in the center like a copper wall.

"Bang bang."

Those light masks kept exploding.

With each layer of the mask shattered, the power erupted from Shen Yuan's ancient sword would weaken a little.

When Zhang Ruochen penetrated all the more than twenty layers of light shields, the third-class marquis tried his best to mobilize the holy energy in his body, and formed a seal with his hands, which actually blocked Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

Zhang Ruochen loosened his fingers, then formed palms with his hands, smacked forward and hit the hilt of the sword.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen and Shen Yuan's ancient swords crushed the third-class marquis and flew backwards.

After flying upside down for dozens of miles, Shen Yuan's ancient sword finally penetrated the seal between the hands of the third-class marquis, struck him, and penetrated his body.

"Pfft."

A bloody hole the size of a washbasin appeared on the chest of the third-class Marquis.

"Die to me."

Zhang Ruochen formed a large hand seal and slapped it on the top of his head. Suddenly, the body of a third-class marquis turned into a ball of blood and mud.

It only took Zhang Ruochen a breath to kill this third-class marquis, and the other Rakshasa marquises had no time to rescue him.

The two sages of the Sword Hell Realm looked at each other, and both could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Three moves and two moves can kill a third-class marquis, and the opponent cannot escape. Such strength can only be described as "terrible".

The silver-haired human lion was also shocked and quickly retreated into the distance. At the same time, he gave an order: "Let's take action together and use the combined attack formation to kill him."

Eighty-one of the more than one hundred and eighty Rakshasa Marquises rushed out and reached within a hundred miles of Zhang Ruochen.

They stood in eighty-one different positions, clasped their hands together, and then the holy energy in their bodies surged out crazily, and they connected together to form a formation.

The power of the eighty-one marquises was fused together, and the aura of power that erupted was even more powerful than that of a third-class marquis.

Kunlun Realm, outside the palace of Yunwu County.

Zhang Shaochu stared at the battlefield mirror in the sky and slapped his forehead hard, "It's over! It's over! Ninth Brother was careless! He actually fell into Marquis Rakshasa's combined attack formation. What should we do now?"

Some big figures in the heavenly world also shook their heads, feeling that Zhang Ruochen and the two saints from the sword hell world would definitely not be able to escape today.

"The Nine-Nine Return Formation was set up by eighty-one saint-level figures. It is estimated that only the worlds of the seven worlds can defeat it."

"Wu Hao, Dongliu Sword Master, Fang Yi in white, Lingyan Demon Concubine, they are the only ones with the domineering cultivation to break through the Jiujiu Gui Formation. Those old guys in Kunlun Realm might also have that strength. "

…

Being trapped inside the Nine-Nine Return Formation is almost a dead end. Among the armies of saints in the seven worlds, there are no more than twenty people who can fight against him.

However, at this moment, everyone was surprised to find that the figure wearing the blood armor of the Ten Saints appeared outside the Jiujiu Gui Formation.

"How is it possible? How did he escape from the Jiujiugui Formation just now?"

"What the hell, what kind of creature is he?"

"Is he a Qi Ling monk who can travel through any formation at will?"

According to legend, some special gases can give birth to spirituality, generate wisdom, and condense into a human-like body. This type of monks are called "Qi Ling monks".

Of course, Qi Ling monks are extremely rare, and a large world may not be able to produce just a few of them. Qi Ling monks who can become saints through cultivation are even rarer.

Only the monks in Kunlun Realm knew that Zhang Ruochen used space means to move directly outside the Jiujiu Gui Formation.

Breaking free from the confinement of the formation, Zhang Ruochen immediately launched counterattack measures.

"Pfft."

"No, dodge quickly...so fast..."

"you……"

Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword and was like harvesting scarecrows. In just a moment, he killed more than twenty Marquis Rakshasa who had arranged the Nine-Nine Return Formation.

However, the reaction speed of the Rakshasa Marquis was extremely fast. Knowing that the formation had been broken, they quickly attacked.

Unfortunately, none of them could be defeated by Zhang Ruochen. In just half a quarter of an hour, more than twenty Rakshasa Marquises were killed, and more than thirty Rakshasa Marquises were seriously injured.

Zhang Ruochen was simply invincible. He killed all the remaining Rakshasa Marquises and fled, not daring to fight him again.

"It's so powerful that the human sea tactics can't restrain him at all."

"His cultivation must have reached the pinnacle of the Holy Saint, and he is invincible under the Holy King."

…

Zhang Ruochen burst into haste and chased down the Rakshasa Marquises, killing seven more in a row. Among them, two Rakshasa marquises actually blew themselves up to the Holy Source and wanted to die together with Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen used the method of space distortion to transfer the destructive power after the self-destruction to other places.

Self-destructing the Holy Source would not threaten him at all.

"What a powerful wave of power."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen sensed a dangerous aura, stopped killing, opened his eyes between his brows, and looked towards the eastern sky. He saw that four hundred miles away, the Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe had formed another formation.

And under the full force of the eighty-one marquis, the formation started to move and launched a thunder and lightning attack.

It was a lightning beam dozens of feet thick, much like a river of lightning, attacking Zhang Ruochen at a hundred times the speed of sound.

The speed is too fast and there is no time to mobilize the space power.

Zhang Ruochen roared loudly, activating the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints. At the same time, he stood in a lunge with his hands apart, grabbed the monument shield with both hands, mobilized the holy energy from his whole body, and injected it into the interior of the shield, stimulating the full power of the monument shield.

A steady stream of thunder and fire was released from the shield, colliding with the lightning beam.

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(Sorry, it’s too late to update today, but I finally made it up. There will be two chapters tomorrow.)