God Emperor

To the west of the battlefield, the sun disappeared on the horizon, leaving only a red cloud, burning like a flame.

Night falls quietly.

All the saints from the Shengming Central Empire had recovered 50% to 60% from their injuries, and gathered around Zhang Ruochen, wanting to fight with him.

"There are still three hours until the end of the Saint's Merit War. These three hours are enough to wipe out the entire army of Saints in the Seven Realms of Shatuo."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the land in front of him that was reflected crimson by the sunset, and felt the auras of dozens of first-class marquises, and even the fluctuations of holy power emitted by several holy kings, who were rushing over.

"According to the order of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Zhang Ruochen is captured."

Young Master Lingquan rushed to the front, his eyes were cold and murderous.

Obviously, he never wanted to capture Zhang Ruochen, but was preparing to take this opportunity to kill Zhang Ruochen to avoid future troubles.

A Le, Han Qiu, Princess Bai Li and others immediately held up the relics of the Buddha Emperor, and then thousands of Buddha shadows appeared, making a radius of dozens of miles become golden.

"Your Highness, their target is you. You leave here first and we will stop them." Murong Yue said.

Grandma Bai Su looked coldly and said, "Even if we can't stop them, we can still contain them for a moment."

Facing dozens of first-class marquises, everyone was determined to die. However, even if they died, they had to fight for a way out for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen naturally did not leave, but looked ahead calmly.

Not only are there dozens of first-class marquises, but there are also a large number of second-class marquises and third-class marquises. They have wings on their backs, and most of them are flying in the sky. The auras they exude are at least of the holy level.

Faced with such a situation, even the saints were taking in a breath of cold air, fear spreading in their hearts.

At a battlefield in the distance, Jiutian Xuannv glanced at Zhang Ruochen's position and felt a little worried. However, she had no way to rush to the rescue because there were also a large number of strong men from the Rakshasa tribe besieging her.

"Zhang Ruochen is in big trouble!"

Wu Hao led a large number of saints from the Guanghan Realm to help Zhang Ruochen and protect the wall of merit. However, he lost hundreds of saints and failed to break through.

At this moment, the saints in the Seven Realms of Shatuo were all besieged by more than twice the number of enemies. They were struggling like trapped animals. Where could they find a force to help Zhang Ruochen?

Fang Yi, the leader of the Sword Prison Realm, showed a look of gloating: "Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen, you must hold on longer and help us contain the large number of strong men from the Rakshasa tribe. Don't be killed all at once. die."

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Among the Rakshasa tribe, a strong man of the Holy King level emerged. He had a single horn on his head and a pair of black wings on his back that were more than ten feet long. The aura emanating from his body was stronger than that of the Blood Nether Python. A bit more powerful.

The One-Horned Holy King stared at Zhang Ruochen across from him with a pair of bloody eyes, and said: "Zhang Ruochen, facing a large number of strong men like us, do you still want to fight?"

"If you don't fight, do you still want me to surrender without mercy?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The One-Horned Holy King's voice was rich and he said: "Your Highness the Princess values ​​you very much. If you are captured without mercy, there is really a way to survive. If you don't know how to appreciate it and continue to be enemies of the Rakshasa clan, it will not only be you, but also those behind you." All those saints must die, or do you think about it more carefully?"

"Don't think too much, Zhan."

Zhang Ruochen took out a holy sword from the space ring, mobilized the holy energy in his body, injected it into the holy sword, and broke the seal on the surface of the holy sword.

Immediately, dense divine patterns appeared on the surface of the sword body.

A mighty divine power surged out from the inside of the holy sword.

"No, that's a divine weapon."

On the opposite side, dozens of first-class marquises were all frightened, and they all used the most extreme defensive methods, and quickly retreated backwards, rushing in and out of the evil cloud.

There were also some Rakshasa Marquises who activated the power of the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifacts and quickly bombarded Zhang Ruochen in an attempt to stop him.

There are three sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns, namely a blood sword, an ancient bronze arrow, and a palace of flames. They burst out with perfect power and hit Zhang Ruochen from three different directions.

The ancient bronze arrow was the first to rush within ten feet of Zhang Ruochen. On the arrow, the inscriptions were densely covered like a spider web, penetrating the defensive light of the Buddha Emperor's relic, and was about to hit Zhang Ruochen between the eyebrows.

Zhang Ruochen, however, remained calm, and the holy sword in his hand radiated brighter and brighter light. The blade of the sword only trembled slightly, and the ancient bronze arrow that flew to Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows was blown away.

"Cut everything with one sword."

Zhang Ruochen slowly raised the holy sword and raised it above his head.

"Wow——"

The sword slashed out, dragging out a white sword light.

The material of the sword body could not withstand the power of the gods. As Zhang Ruochen swung the sword, it broke inch by inch and turned into pieces. Together with the power of the gods, it flew forward.

The blood sword and the flame palace were sent flying backwards, destroying everything wherever the divine power passed.

"Bang bang."

The bodies of Marquis Rakshasa flying in the sky exploded into pieces and turned into clouds of blood mist. Even if they carry amulets, they can't resist it.

This sword slashed out, and a thick layer was cut off the earth. Even a sacred mountain in the distance was cut in half. With a loud "bang", half of the mountain collapsed.

Countless Rakshasa marquises have died, and even a dozen first-class marquises have died.

The other first-class marquises were able to survive entirely because a blue feather shot by Princess Rakshasa protected them.

That feather exuded divine light, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary thing.

In the Demon Palace on the top of the Holy Mountain, Ji Hua's expression was a little cold, and Princess Rakshasa's expression also changed slightly.

There was no way, Zhang Ruochen's blow killed thirteen first-class marquises, more than fifty second-class marquises, and more than a hundred third-class marquises.

There are countless injured.

A third-class marquis is comparable to a human saint. He is also a strong person with status and background in the Rakshasa clan. He is equivalent to the leader of a large sect and the holy master of a powerful family.

It is conceivable how huge the loss of the Rakshasa clan was.

When the divine envoys from the other six realms of the Seven Realms of Shatuo used their divine weapons, the losses they caused to the Rakshasa clan were far from reaching this level.

Qiu Yu was dressed in white, with delicate features and a handsome temperament. She walked in from the outer door of the Demon Palace, her whole body exuding a shining holy light, and then she bowed to Princess Rakshasa and Ji Hua.

"Your Highness Princess, Master Saint, you don't have to be so angry. After Zhang Ruochen used the divine weapon, he was like a tiger without claws. It's easy to capture him now."

Qiu Yu smiled lightly, looking quite chic and calm.

After receiving the inheritance from a great saint of the Wutong clan in the Phoenix Nest, Qiu Yu's cultivation level greatly increased, becoming a first-rate powerhouse under the Holy King, and even had the strength to overpower the First Step Holy King.

However, Qiu Yu could no longer return to the Kunlun world, so she could only hold tightly to Princess Rakshasa's thighs, submit to the Rakshasa clan, and fight for a way of survival and a different future for herself.

"Easily? It's not that easy to capture Zhang Ruochen, right?" Princess Rakshasa knew that Qiu Yu and Zhang Ruochen were mortal enemies, so she said this deliberately.

Qiu Yu said: "Zhang Ruochen also has weaknesses. You should not attack him directly. You should attack the saints behind him. Those saints are Zhang Ruochen's weaknesses. Besides, I have received the inheritance from Qiao Ancestor and have great cultivation. Come on, the combat power may not be lower than Zhang Ruochen."

Princess Rakshasa showed an interesting look and said, "You mean, you want to fight?"

Qiu Yu clasped her hands into fists, bowed to Princess Rakshasa, and said, "That's right, I would like to ask Her Highness the Princess to give her a chance."

Of course Qiu Yu hopes to capture Zhang Ruochen with his own hands. This is a huge credit. As long as he gets this credit, his status in the Rakshasa clan will be higher in the future.

Moreover, he could take this opportunity to severely humiliate Zhang Ruochen and regain his lost face.

Thinking of Zhang Ruochen becoming a prisoner and kneeling in front of him, Qiu Yu trembled with excitement, and the holy power in her body was circulating fiercely.

"Okay! As long as you can capture him, I will make you king and reward you with a planet as a fiefdom." Princess Rakshasa smiled.

Qiu Yu added: "I hope that the two first-class marquises Qianyu and Qianshu under Her Royal Highness the Princess can mobilize the army of Rakshasa marquises to help me."

Qian Yu and Qian Shu are both extremely beautiful Rakshasa girls, and they practice martial arts.

They have perfect physiques. They are not only Princess Rakshasa's personal guards, but also the two most powerful combatants around Princess Rakshasa. Sometimes they can even issue some orders on Princess Rakshasa's behalf.

It can be said that the status of Qian Yu and Qian Shu far exceeds that of other first-class marquises.

Qian Yu and Qian Shu were both extremely tall, wearing quite sexy battle armor, with their flat belly and snow-white jade legs exposed outside the armor, standing on the left and right sides of the Demon Palace.

Their eyes were fixed on Qiu Yu. They saw that this man was handsome and handsome, completely different from the men of the Rakshasa tribe. His beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and they became interested in Qiu Yu.

Qian Shu walked out with graceful steps and said: "Your Royal Highness, Zhang Ruochen is the enemy of our clan. We must take him down today. I ask you to fight."

"My subordinates also ask for a fight," Qian Yu said.

Princess Rakshasa looked down at the holy mountain again. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw that Zhang Ruochen had reached the foot of the holy mountain, and seemed to be intending to climb the mountain.

"What is this guy trying to do? Is he going to take the initiative to attack my Demon Palace?"

Princess Rakshasa was a little annoyed. She felt that Zhang Ruochen was even more arrogant than her, a Rakshasa princess. She really should punish him and let him know that he must be in awe when facing the noble princess.

Princess Rakshasa waved her jade hand and said, "Zhang Ruochen has already reached the foot of the Holy Mountain and seems to be trying to break into the mountain. Go ahead and capture him for me, Princess."

"What a bold dog."

Qiu Yu snorted coldly, and then he and the two Rakshasa women rushed out of the Demon Palace and headed down the mountain.

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