God Emperor

"The explosive power of a strong man in the Dao realm when he is about to die is really terrifying. Even the Supreme Saint Artifact cannot suppress it."

Thinking about the battle with Xie Canghai just now, Zhang Ruochen was a little scared.

If the blood-haired man and Chen Yuhua hadn't severely wounded Xie Canghai twice, Zhang Ruochen would have had to avoid its sharp edges even if he had mastered the supreme holy weapon.

However, in the end, he killed Xie Canghai and got rid of this great enemy.

Zhang Ruochen stared at Chen Yuhua and walked over.

Chen Yuhua's body was full of twilight energy, and he no longer had the power that a peerless holy king should have, nor did he have the murderous domineering power that once rocked the Eastern Region and swept across all directions.

Just a dying old man whose glory has come to an end.

"Zhang Ruochen... I knew you would definitely... return to Kunlun..."

Chen Yuhua was weak, and a smile appeared on his withered face.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The prince actually recognized me."

When he said these words, Zhang Ruochen's body shape, appearance, and temperament quickly changed and turned into his original appearance. After these years of hard work, Zhang Ruochen is no longer as handsome as before, and his body naturally exudes a fierce aura.

"Besides you... who else can be the monk who can master the power of the Blue Sky Pagoda and Space at the same time? You can come... very good... very good... If you become the Lord of the Holy City in the Eastern Territory, I... even... Even if you die...you can still have peace of mind...ahem..."

"Lord of the Holy City in the Eastern Region?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "The prince may have misunderstood the purpose of this junior's visit. This junior is not a monk from the Kunlun world. He came here just to get something from Canghai."

"The purpose of your coming here...is not important...it is not important whether you are a cultivator...of the Kunlun Realm. What is important is that the Holy City of the Eastern Territory and the Eastern Territory...ahem...both need you...too Only you can be the next Lord of the Eastern Region..." Chen Yuhua spit out a mouthful of flames.

In the flames, there was a flame-shaped command seal.

"This is the Fire Order, passed down from ancient times... It is a symbol of the identity of the Lord of the Eastern Region. With this order, you can command the major sects and families in the Eastern Region."

Chen Yuhua handed over the Fire Order and held it tremblingly in the air.

Zhang Ruochen didn't pick him up.

The identity of the Lord of the Eastern Territory is indeed prominent, but it also means heavy responsibility.

Chen Yuhua continued: "You have to remember... the Fire Order... is the key to opening the Fire Tower. As long as... as long as you master the Fire Tower, you can control the ancient inscriptions of the Holy City in the Eastern Region, and thus control the entire "Eastern Region."

"Firefire Tower."

Zhang Ruochen muttered a sentence, raised his head, and stared at the 333-story majestic ancient pagoda in Lingshan Mountain. It should be it.

"Senior, when you pass on the position of Lord of the Eastern Territory to outside monks, aren't you afraid that the Queen will anger the Chen family?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Chen Yuhua smiled bitterly and said: "If I don't pass the Fire Order to you, tonight will be the day when the Chen family will be exterminated. Besides... besides... in Kunlun today... besides you... who else can take on this important task... …Who else’s backbone can hold up the sky in the Eastern Region?”

"Zhang Ruochen, take the Fire Order...save the Chen family...save the Eastern Region...I...I'm very grateful..."

When he said this, Chen Yuhua had a somewhat pleading tone.

He fears.

He was afraid that Zhang Ruochen would refuse.

Being Zhang Ruochen is obviously easier than being the Lord of the Eastern Region. As a monk who was forced to escape from the Kunlun Realm, there is really no need to bear all this.

"Boom."

The ground trembled violently, and bright beams of light rose in the night sky.

There was a reaction in the Fire Tower, and the three-story tower at the bottom lit up. Spider-web-like threads of light shot out in all directions, activating the ancient inscriptions in the sky and underground.

"What happened?" Zhang Ruochen's expression changed.

Chen Yuhua said: "They took action... They took action... Zhang Ruochen took the Fire Order... Only you can stop them... If the Holy City of the Eastern Region falls, the monks and people of the Eastern Region will be enslaved and humiliated. , be killed...I beg you!"

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Tianjue Island.

With a loud "bang", Tianjue Pavilion was shattered by the powerful power of the holy way and turned into ruins, with sawdust and stones flying all over the sky.

Mr. Shenya stepped on a white formation disk and flew into the air with extremely angry eyes.

Behind him, stood a group of Saint King Realm powerhouses, including Comers, Go Travelers, Great Xi King, and Hua Zangying.

Mr. Shenya raised his head, a holy light appeared in his eyes, and he saw through the formation arranged on Tianjue Island. He snorted coldly: "The great formation! You can actually arrange the great formation to blind me. It's amazing, it's amazing, the way of heaven." There should be a pretty powerful Formation Saint Master on the island, right?"

Jiang Yunchong and a group of monks in brocade clothes walked out of the ruins and appeared opposite Mr. Shenya.

Next to Jiang Yunchong, stood a beautiful figure in a blue dress with a delicate face, holding an umbrella above his head.

She was just a translucent shadow, like a ghost or an apparition.

Mr. Shenya guessed that the Formation Saint Master was her—Yin Ruo.

Jiang Yunchong smiled and said: "You have hidden the formation from an earth master for so long. Qinruo, your formation skills have improved again. It seems that you will reach the realm of an earth master in a short time."

That beautiful soul shadow smiled slightly, and the smile was as beautiful as the spring breeze blowing on the face.

The passerby whispered: "Sir, time has been delayed. What should we do now? Should we continue tonight's operation?"

Mr. Shenya's eyes were sharp and he said: "It has been planned for so long. It is impossible to cancel the operation just because of a small accident. Just stick to the original plan and leave this place to me."

The people coming and going turned into rays of holy light and rushed towards the outside of Tianjue Island.

Yin Ruo stretched out a translucent hand, raised it upward, and said softly: "The formation is up."

Countless light spots flew out from her palm.

The formation on Tianjue Island was activated, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning intertwined, and attacks fell one after another, blocking people coming and going.

"In front of a formation master, using formations is really overestimating one's abilities."

Mr. Shenya's index finger pointed towards a formation node in the southwest, and suddenly there was an explosion in the sky.

A corner of the great formation that enveloped Tianjue Island collapsed.

Where the formation collapsed, the dark clouds dispersed and turned into a huge hole, with moonlight shining down from the hole.

People coming and going, travelers, and the Great Xi King... all flew out of the hole and flew in all directions of the Holy City in the Eastern Territory.

At the same time, the monks responsible for attacking the eighty-one Saint King's Palaces in the Eastern Territory took action one after another and launched a thunderous offensive. The entire Holy City in the Eastern Territory was caught in the flames of war.

Jiang Yunchong raised his hands, and the holy energy of heaven and earth quickly gathered together, condensing into a strange bird that was more than ten miles long. The strange bird flapped its wings, rushed out of Tianjue Island, and went to hunt down King Daxi and others.

"Destroy it for me."

Mr. Shenya waved his sleeves, and a formation print with a diameter of a hundred feet flew out and hit the strange bird, breaking it into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Shenya pointed his finger and struck Jiang Yunchong.

This finger formed twelve layers of formation circles, one layer after another, locking onto Jiang Yunchong and completely blocking his retreat.

In other words, if Jiang Yunchong cannot catch the twelve-layer formation circle, he will die.

"Just pointing a finger, it actually triggered the air flow to form twelve consecutive formations. The Earth Master's method is too terrifying."

There was no fear on Jiang Yunchong's handsome face. With both hands in his arms, a large number of Holy Dao rules poured out, forming a white treasure wheel in front of him and bombarding the twelve-layer formation circle.

"Bang bang."

With a series of explosions, the white treasure wheel shattered the ten-layer formation circle.

However, the last two levels of the formation trap fell on Jiang Yunchong, knocking him and Yi Ruo flying out and retreating a hundred feet away.

Yin Ruo was very accomplished in formations. He borrowed the remaining formations on Tianjue Island to block two layers of formation circles.

"Pavilion Master."

The group of monks in brocade robes summoned their holy weapons one after another and stood in front of Jiang Yunchong.

"You immediately stop them from attacking the Holy King's Mansion in the Eastern Territory. Leave this place to this pavilion master." Although Jiang Yunchong looks like just a young man, he has an emperor-like demeanor.

No one dares to disobey his orders.

The brocade-robed monks retreated one after another and flew out of Tianjue Island.

Mr. Shenya glanced at the monks in brocade clothes, showing a contemptuous look, and pointed his finger towards the sky. Suddenly, a huge formation appeared in the sky, covering the sky within a hundred miles.

In the formation seal, a series of dragon and snake war shadows emerged, flew out, and hit the bodies of the brocade-robed monks.

"Pfft."

Screams continued to sound.

In just one breath, half of those powerful monks in brocade clothes were killed.

"You're looking for death."

Jiang Yunchong's pupils burned with blazing flames, and he shouted: "The Six Laws Gate, sweep across the world."

Six hundred-foot-high light gates appeared in the six directions of Jiang Yunchong. A large number of the rules of the holy way and the holy energy of heaven and earth converged towards the light gates.

With Tianjue Island as the center, thousands of miles around became dark, with only six light gates emitting bright brilliance.

Mr. Shenya's face condensed, and he felt that the holy technique performed by Jiang Yunchong seemed familiar, but for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen records of this holy technique.

In his impression, this is a high-level holy art, and its power is quite terrifying.

A saint who practices low-level holy arts.

The Holy King practices intermediate holy arts.

Only the Great Sage can successfully practice high-level holy arts. Of course, there are exceptions. The extraordinary and extraordinary geniuses among the Holy Kings can also practice high-level holy arts to great perfection.

"Jiang Yunchong, what kind of monk are you from? Why did you prevent me from controlling the Holy City in the Eastern Region?" Mr. Shenya became angry and shouted coldly.

Jiang Yunchong said: "The Heaven Realm faction wants to control the Holy City of the Eastern Region, which has infringed on the interests of many forces. You might as well guess, which party am I from?"

"Liuhe, Taozimen."

Without giving Mr. Shenya time to think, Jiang Yunchong punched out one of the light doors and hit it.

High-level holy arts, even formation masters, do not dare to underestimate them.

Mr. Shenya played nine black formation flags and formed a battle formation.

The battle array rotated and flew out, colliding with the light gate. The two forces formed opposing energies, and with a roar, Tianjue Island was shattered.

On the island, countless monks were turned into powder in an instant.

In front of masters of this level like Jiang Yunchong and Mr. Shenya, the lives of ordinary holy monks are as fragile as paper figures.