God Emperor

Although the ten holy kings had their heads cut off, they did not die.

As long as we can unlock the holy chains on their bodies and help them connect their heads and bodies, they will recover with their own powerful physical self-healing abilities.

Qiong Lin, Wu Xiang, and the four four-winged scarlet angels did not want to watch the ten holy kings bleed to death, so they rushed over. The four four-winged scarlet angels each held a blood-red holy sword and attacked Xiang Chunan.

"You're good to go, Grandpa Xiang, I'm going to have a killing spree today."

A layer of magic light appeared all over Xiang Chunan's body, and the big hammer in his hand was swung like a windmill. He was fighting against four four-winged scarlet angels at the same time with the power of one person.

"Bang."

When the hammer fell, one of the four-winged scarlet angels who was in the realm of the five-step holy king was beaten until he vomited blood and fell backwards.

The four four-winged scarlet angels were all horrified. The power of this black fool was too great, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus. It didn't seem strange that Feng Jian was defeated in his hands.

The four four-winged scarlet angels joined forces to form a powerful sword formation, and they barely managed to draw a tie with Xiang Chunan.

On the other side, Qiong Lin saw that the human scholar seemed weak and harmless to humans and animals, but in fact he was a greater threat than the powerful black fool.

If it is true as Feng Jian said, the human scholar is a space monk, then he must be eliminated first.

Qiong Lin's cultivation is even higher than that of the four-winged scarlet angel, reaching the six-step holy king realm. He can easily fight across realms, and when he fights desperately, he can even challenge the Eight-step Holy King.

The top one thousand leaders of the world are all extraordinary talents.

"Demon Eye."

Qiong Lin's eighteen pupils are like turning into eighteen magic pools, deep and boundless. As the demonic energy in his body rumbled, eighteen blood-red demonic pillars flew out from his pupils.

Although it is just a look, it is an extremely terrifying holy technique. It incorporates a large number of holy rules. Even creatures in the realm of the Seven-step Holy King will have a headache.

If it were a head-on confrontation, Zhang Ruochen would naturally not be able to stop him.

However, Zhang Ruochen had arranged a space maze here in advance, so he was not afraid of him.

Seeing that eighteen bloody light beams were about to bombard Zhang Ruochen's body. Suddenly, their trajectories were distorted and they went around in a circle, attacking Qiong Lin in the opposite direction.

"Bang bang."

Eighteen bloody light beams hit Qiong Lin and turned into clouds of mist.

"It is indeed space power."

The attack just now was just a tentative attack by Qiong Lin.

Next, he took out the blood-refining magic mace and held it in his hand. Layers of holy power light waves emerged from the magic mace, erupting into terrifying power fluctuations that would suffocate all creatures in the realm of the Holy King.

"First break your space formation, then capture you and make you a holy slave." Qiong Lin shouted.

Zhang Ruochen had a cautious look on his face.

He didn't expect that after Qiong Lin exploded with all his strength, his strength would be so terrifying.

Here, Zhang Ruochen just set up a small space maze. As long as the enemy's strength is strong enough, he can still break through the formation.

"Wow——"

Zhang Ruochen's hands were hidden in his sleeves, and his fingers moved quickly.

A mark of time is carved out.

Four layers of holy power light waves emerged from the blood-refined magic mace, exploding with the perfect power of four radiances, turning into a world-destroying weapon.

The blood-refined magic weapon at this moment really has the power to destroy the world.

If it were in the universe, the blood-refined magic mace that exploded with the full power of the Four Glory could wipe out all the living creatures on a small planet with one blow. Of course, in the heavenly world, especially in the Conferred God Platform, the space is stable and the material is hard, so the destructive power burst out by the monks is infinitely suppressed.

Qiong Lin seemed to have transformed into a peerless demon god, raising the blood-refining demon mace, causing the space to tremble slightly. But the next moment, the mark of time fell on him, and immediately, a familiar feeling of weakness spread throughout his body.

"Damn it, why did this happen again?" Qiong Lin was extremely depressed.

At the beginning, when he dueled with Zhang Ruochen at the Moon God Dojo, Qiong Lin often felt weak. After some investigation, he found that his lifespan had been reduced by more than a hundred years.

This discovery made Qiong Lin restless with fright.

The top cultivation techniques in the Black Demon Realm are all learned from the rubbings of the most powerful technique in the Kunlun Realm, "Tianmo Stone Carvings". Therefore, many of the techniques are flawed and incomplete.

Therefore, Qiong Lin always felt that this situation occurred because the purgatory magic technique he practiced was defective.

It is worth mentioning that one hundred thousand years ago, the Black Demon Realm, like the Guanghan Realm, was the world of the Kunlun Realm faction.

Qiong Lin originally planned to return to the Black Demon Realm immediately and ask his master to help him solve the shortcomings of his technique. However, he didn't want to miss the opportunity of the Fengshentai Conference, so he stayed temporarily.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen moved his hands together, creating dozens of space cracks in succession, and slashed towards Qiong Lin.

"Swish."

If it were somewhere else, with Qiong Lin's powerful cultivation, he would naturally be able to dodge it. However, he was inside the space maze, and his body was quite weak. Even if he tried his best to avoid it, there were still several space cracks hitting him.

"Pfft."

Several shocking bloody mouths appeared on Qiong Lin's powerful demonic body.

Any amulet he inspired was useless, unable to block the shattered space. The largest wound penetrated the chest, taking away a large amount of flesh, blood and organs, almost splitting Qiong Lin in half.

This powerful world leader was severely injured, shocking a large number of monks.

Zhang Ruochen glanced sideways and saw a faceless monk flying towards the ten severed saint kings, trying to rescue them. The faceless monk's cultivation was very strong, and the aura he erupted was comparable to that of a four-winged scarlet angel.

"court death."

Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm to the ground.

The area surrounded by eighteen formation flags emits dazzling holy light.

Wu Xiang was about to reach the ten beheaded saint kings and stepped on them. However, he didn't feel like he had stepped on the ground. It was like he had stepped on a trap.

There was a thud in his heart, and he quickly went all out to activate the holy energy in his body, and a golden light burst out from his body.

"Wow!"

A vortex appeared at Wuxiang's feet, pulling him tightly.

The space in the vortex split open and turned into a broken space storm. In an instant, Wuxiang's body was torn to pieces and turned into shreds.

That was a space trap arranged by Zhang Ruochen in advance. Once activated, even a character like Qiong Lin would die, let alone Wu Xiang.

This was quite a shocking scene. A great master at the five-step holy king realm fell instantly, his body and soul destroyed.

At this moment, everyone finally realized that the black fool in front of them and the human scholar were both cruel and frighteningly powerful. No wonder he could make friends with Feng Yan.

Who are they?

On the top of a jade-white weapon-refining pavilion, Givenchy wore a veil, like a fairy in the dust. She had an otherworldly temperament, but a strange color appeared in her eyes, "It turns out to be him."

The pollen left in Zhang Ruochen's body by Givenchy Heart has been refined and absorbed by the Holy Food Flower. She guessed the true identity of the human scholar from his every move.

In the Realm of Truth, there are still some factions that dare to challenge the Heaven Realm factions. However, besides Zhang Ruochen, who else dares to kill so many Saint King Realm powerhouses from the Heaven Realm factions in such a high-profile manner?

On top of another majestic weapon refining pavilion stands a tall figure with a powerful aura. They belong to another faction, which is enough to challenge the faction in the heaven world.

Qianxing Tiannu and Tianchu Fairy were all standing among them.

A sixty-three-meter-tall golden giant sat on the ground, breathing golden clouds from his nostrils, and laughed: "Haha! Someone dares to provoke the heaven faction in this way. It's really satisfying. These two people have such character!"

Fairy Tianchu was like a goddess in a painting, standing in a mist of light, her flawless figure looming, and said: "Since the two of them have a good relationship with Feng Yan, will they be the rising stars in the Pangu world that dominates the world in the East?"

"Even if the Pangu Realm wants to compete with the Heaven Realm, it won't be so bloody, right? If ten holy kings and one Wuxiang fall together, although it won't alarm the gods, it will certainly alarm many great saints."

"This person has very high spatial attainments. If we can invite him to attack the palace complex in the Inner South Garden, we may not be able to help him a lot."

"How is it possible to get the invitation? Since Feng Yan has a good relationship with them, they must be working for the Pangu Realm faction."

…

A smile appeared in Qianxing Tiannu's starry eyes.

Just now, she used a special method to see through the true identity of the human race man.

"I guessed it was you."

The Thousand Stars Goddess meditated for a moment, then waved her jade hand and walked out of the weapon refining pavilion with two top warriors from the Thousand Stars Civilization.

On the street stall, another massacre occurred.

Zhang Ruochen once again triggered a space trap and killed a four-winged scarlet angel. Only pieces of feathers stained with holy blood were left on the ground.

The sword formation arranged by the four four-winged scarlet angels was destroyed without attack. How could the remaining three scarlet angels be Xiang Chunan's opponent? Xiang Chunan seemed to have inexhaustible power and struck down with dozens of hammers in a row, seriously injuring all three of them.

Zhang Ruochen pointed his finger, and a sword beam flew out from his fingertips. With a pop, it penetrated the eyebrows of a scarlet angel. Then his head exploded and his holy soul turned into pieces.

Seeing the four-winged scarlet angels falling one after another, the creatures of the heaven faction outside the space maze were greatly stimulated, and they all screamed and cursed Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan.

At the same time, they fired pieces of sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns and bombarded the eighteen-pole formation flag and the space maze formation.

"Boom."

The earth shook violently, cracking open cracks, and the whole world seemed to be collapsing.

The eighteen-pole formation flag was shaking violently, and a moment later, the formation flag was knocked off the ground by those sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns. Not only that, even the space maze was broken bit by bit.

Zhang Ruochen finally stood up and said, "Everyone saw it, they were the ones who struck first, we were just passively defending ourselves."

Opposite, dozens of creatures from the heaven faction who were launching an attack were all startled when they heard these familiar words. According to their experience, every time the two people on the other side say something like this, it is a sign that they will go on a killing spree.

Zhang Ruochen thrust his hands into the void, mobilized the rules of space, completely exploded the power of space, and with the help of the space maze, changed the spatial structure of this world.

"Boom."

The tens of thousands of creatures from the heavenly factions rushed into the space maze and bombarded downwards like crazy.

However, the targets of those Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifacts bombardment were not Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan, but Qiong Lin, Feng Jian, and the only two remaining four-winged scarlet angels.

"Bang bang."

The ten decapitated holy kings lying on the ground bore the brunt of the hit. All of them exploded and turned into clouds of blood mist. They were so dead that they could no longer die.