God Emperor

The Holy Furnace of Blood Sacrifice is as huge as a palace, with layers of blood appearing on its surface, bursting out with the full power of Seven Radiances.

The power fluctuation was stronger than the golden hairpin. Before it fell, it shook the ground outside Wanwu Mountain, cracking it into pieces, and the flowers, plants and trees were instantly wiped out.

Wanwu Mountain was protected by the formation inscriptions, so it was not crushed by the power of the Blood Sacrifice Sacred Furnace.

The bones in Zhang Ruochen's body were "clicking" and his feet were uncontrollably sinking to the ground. His body seemed to be shattered by the terrifying force.

"The power of Qiyao Perfection is so powerful that it can already kill the Nine-step Holy King."

Zhang Ruochen quickly mobilized his mental power and injected it into the Emperor Yi Bone Staff.

The bone staff exuded overwhelming evil energy and transformed into a black skeleton, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Ji Fanxin took the first step and muttered softly with her red lips: "Shuiyue Tianguang Mirror."

The snow-white jade fingers pointed upward.

A large number of holy rules are intertwined, merged with the holy energy, and turned into a white holy mirror, much like a full moon with a diameter of dozens of feet, colliding with the blood sacrifice holy furnace.

The Holy Mirror Light Curtain was only a thin layer, and Zhang Ruochen was worried that it would break in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Sacrifice Sacred Furnace, which exploded with the full power of Qiyao, failed to break through it.

The book "Tianguang Technique" has a status in the Qianrui Realm that is equivalent to the six great books in the Kunlun Realm.

Shuiyue Tianguang Mirror is the strongest defensive mid-level holy art in the "Tianguang Art". The more rules of the holy way it is integrated into, the more powerful the defense becomes.

In addition, Givenchy also mobilized the rules of truth to bless the Shuiyue Tianguang Mirror, increasing its defense several times.

"How is that possible?" Qi Xiaotian was shocked.

From Qi Xiaotian's point of view, the woman seemed to have blocked the Blood Sacrifice Sacred Furnace effortlessly. Ji Fanxin's move caused a lot of psychological pressure on him.

"Uh-huh."

The golden hairpin flew back and attacked Qi Xiaotian again.

Qi Xiaotian had no choice but to take back the blood sacrifice sacred furnace, block it in front of him, and clash with the golden hairpin.

After dozens of blows in a row, Wanwu Mountain was badly damaged, and many places were crumbling. Even with the blessing of the eighth-grade defensive formation, it cannot always withstand the impact of Qiyao's perfect power.

Qi Xiaotian had the intention of quitting, feeling that he was probably no match for that woman, and if he continued to fight, he would definitely suffer a big loss.

Therefore, Qi Xiaotian ordered Qi Zeng to lead the monks of the Immortal Vampire Clan to evacuate first.

"Still want to leave?"

Zhang Ruochen used space to move across the void and landed among a group of undead vampire monks. Then, he mobilized the pure annihilation divine fire to gush out from his body.

"It's the Divine Fire of Purification...Run away..."

"Chen Yan level pure annihilation divine fire, my blood calamity holy body... no... no... I don't want to die..."

The immortal vampire monks turned into fireballs and fell from the sky.

The undead vampires below the realm of the Holy King will definitely die if they are attached to the Pure Fire of Chenyan level, and will be turned into ashes in an instant. Not long after, the undead blood clan suffered countless casualties, and only twelve immortal blood saint kings were left, still running for their lives.

"Die to me."

Qi Zeng was filled with hatred and his eyes were as red as blood.

Two sharp beams of light surged out of those blood pupils, flying out like arrows and heading straight towards Zhang Ruochen.

It is an intermediate-level holy skill "Red Demonic Eyes" with infinite power. It can break mountains, slash rivers, and kill enemies even though they are hundreds of miles apart.

Zhang Ruochen went all out to activate the holy energy in his body. The ancient Shen Yuan sword in his hand drew a circle, forming a sword curtain, blocking the two bloody eye beams.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen formed a sword gesture with his fingers and pointed toward the sky.

The powerful sword intent emitted, causing the rules of heaven and earth to change to a certain extent.

A large number of thunder and lightning suddenly appeared above Qi Zeng's head.

"Crack."

Those thunder and lightning twisted together and turned into a thunder and lightning giant sword that plunged straight down and hit Qi Zeng's head. The thunder and lightning enveloped his body like a spider web.

The aftermath of the escaping thunder and lightning hit the ground, spreading in all directions like purple water waves.

Wherever it passed, the ground became scorched black.

The move Zhang Ruochen performed was the True Thunder Fire Sword Technique, one of the top sword techniques in the Kunlun world.

Even though Qi Zeng was protected by the Blood Armor of Hundred Saints, he was severely injured by this sword and fell to one knee on the ground. In the blood armor, his body was already a mess of flesh and blood.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen formed a large hand seal and struck down, smashing Qi Zeng into bloody mud.

Even the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints turned into metal fragments.

However, while being blocked by Qi Zeng, the other immortal blood saint kings had already fled far away, some even five hundred miles away.

"Once an undead blood saint king launches revenge, his destructive power cannot be underestimated. We must not let them escape. They must all stay."

Zhang Ruochen took out the Blue Sky Bow and the White Sun Arrow, and kept pulling the bow string. Like a peerless archery god, he killed the escaped undead vampires one by one, turning them into clouds of blood mist.

Seeing this scene, Qi Xiaotian roared angrily, as if he wanted to eat people, and shouted: "Damn lame, I'm going to kill you."

"You alone want to kill me?"

Zhang Ruochen opened the Qingtian Bow again and pointed the day arrow at Qi Xiaotian.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen loosened his bowstring, and immediately, a powerful wave of air spread out in all directions, causing sand and rocks to fly around for hundreds of feet.

The daylight arrow turned into a shuttle of light, dragging a long tail and hitting Qi Xiaotian between the eyebrows.

Qi Xiaotian punched out and collided with the day arrow, sending it flying away.

Qi Xiaotian sneered: "In my opinion, the arrows you shoot are as ridiculous as the wooden arrows shot by children."

Zhang Ruochen took back the day arrow, shrugged and smiled: "It's a miracle that a guy like you, who underestimates the enemy and is arrogant, can survive to this day."

With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, the power he can unleash is limited after all. It is normal that he cannot kill a strong man like Qi Xiaotian.

However, there are time stamps engraved on the arrows in the daytime.

The arrow may not be able to kill the enemy, but as long as the time stamp falls on the enemy, it can cut off a large amount of the enemy's lifespan and put the enemy into a weak state.

Zhang Ruochen clearly saw a time mark falling on Qi Xiaotian.

Qi Xiaotian was originally laughing at Zhang Ruochen for not overestimating his own abilities, but the next moment, a feeling of weakness spread throughout his body, his legs were trembling, and he was sweating all over. He was actually a little unable to control the Blood Sacrifice Holy Furnace.

"How could this happen? Am I poisoned? No, this is..."

"Pfft."

The golden hairpin that Ji Fanxin punched penetrated Qi Xiaotian's abdomen, forming a bloody hole.

Qi Xiaotian was like a deflated rubber ball, his momentum getting weaker and weaker, and he felt like he was powerless. Previously, he just thought that today was unlucky to encounter such powerful enemies as the lame man and the mysterious woman.

But now, he already feels the threat of death.

escape.

Run away immediately.

Qi Xiaotian swallowed a mouthful of the Holy Blood of the Great Sage and regained some strength. He quickly put away the Blood Sacrifice Sacred Furnace, fanned the blood wings on his back, turned into a streak of blood light, and rushed into the clouds, trying to escape.

At the same time, the Formation Saint Master Zhu Xia activated all the formations in Wanwu Mountain.

He wanted to use the formation to trap Ji Fanxin and buy time for his escape.

Ji Fanxin turned around, glanced at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "I'll leave that Formation Saint Master to you, and I'll take Qi Xiaotian's life."

"No problem." Zhang Ruochen smiled.

Zhu Xia sat on the golden three-headed bat, flying in mid-air and escaping quickly. Hearing the conversation between Zhang Ruochen and Ji Fanxin, he couldn't help but smile to himself.

"That lame man is too self-righteous. I am not Qi Zeng. If you really catch up, I will capture you and make you a blood slave."

Zhu Xia is not afraid of Zhang Ruochen at all, but is afraid of Ji Fanxin.

However, Ji Fanxin has been trapped by Wanwu Mountain's formation, and it is impossible to get out without an hour or two.

"Boom."

There was a loud noise in the direction of Wanwu Mountain.

Zhu Xia's expression changed and he quickly turned his head to look. I saw that the mysterious woman actually broke through the layers of formations and rushed into the clouds like a flying fairy to chase Qi Xiaotian.

"How... is this possible? The Yuanguang Golden Turtle Formation, the Sancai Xuanhuang Formation are all eighth-grade formations, and there are several seventh-grade formations, but they can't trap her. Who is she?"

Zhu Xia quickly gave the order to the three-headed bat to let it escape in another direction.

That mysterious woman will definitely attack Qi Xiaotian again once she kills him.

Before that, he must escape as far as possible.

In fact, Ji Fanxin had only used the power of the holy way to fight Qi Xiaotian before, so Zhu Xia felt that the strength of the two of them was on par.

In fact, Ji Fanxin's spiritual attainments are even more powerful.

Just now, Ji Fanxin used her mental power to break through those formations.

"Where are you running away to?"

A voice sounded above Zhu Xia's head.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the void, dragging a waterfall of swords dozens of feet long and slashing down. Suddenly, thousands of sword energy condensed and shuttled between the heaven and the earth.

Zhu Xia quickly raised the holy staff in his hand and raised it a little higher.

"Wow——"

A circular array appeared, slowly rotating, colliding with the waterfall-like sword energy, resisting Zhang Ruochen's attack.

"Cripple, if you catch me, you are seeking death."

Zhu Xia's shriveled old face showed a ferocious smile and whispered: "Wanxiang Ghost Lock."

There was a "clatter" sound in the array, and dozens of chains as thick as buckets rose into the sky, like giant steel dragons, wrapping around Zhang Ruochen.

"They say that the Formation Saint Master has many methods and is difficult to deal with. It is indeed a bit troublesome."

Zhang Ruochen used space movement again, appeared behind Zhu Xia, and stabbed him with a sword like a black stream of light.

Zhu Xia glanced out of the corner of his eye, then spread his arms, and dense inscriptions appeared on the Bagua formation robe, forming a golden formation.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword hit the formation pattern as if it was pierced into a whirlpool. The whirlpool pulled both the sword and Zhang Ruochen into the whirlpool.

"Wow."

Zhu Xia quickly took off the Bagua Array robe, said the word "accept" in his mouth, and put Zhang Ruochen into the robe.

"Haha, even though you are a cripple, you still want to fight with a Formation Saint Master. You are overestimating your abilities."

The Bagua formation robe in Zhu Xia's hand is made from the royal skin of the green beast, and cannot be torn apart even by the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact. It is a robe when unfolded, and a bag when folded, with countless inscriptions intertwined on it, which can imprison a strong man at the level of a nine-step holy king.

The red box fell on the back of the three bats and continued to fly towards the sky.

However, the pocket in his hand kept vibrating, sometimes getting bigger, sometimes getting smaller, stretching into strange shapes, as if it was about to break.