God Emperor

"Boom."

A palm print wrapped in the Divine Fire of Purification struck heavily on the top of the pink skull. Even though she had a body with divine bones, she was beaten until her joints cracked.

The bone fire in the two eye sockets was almost extinguished.

The divine bone body is naturally not easily broken, but this palm shocked the pink skull's holy soul and spirit. This makes it difficult for her to make an effective counterattack in a short period of time.

Zhang Ruochen didn't give the pink skeleton a chance to escape and settle down. He used spatial movement to appear in front of her again, and struck her chest with another palm.

The body of the demigod clashed with the divine bone, causing divine fire to fly all over the sky.

"Bang."

"Bang."

…

Every time the pink skull was knocked away, Zhang Ruochen would catch up in an instant and hit him hard again.

In the vast void, countless figures of Zhang Ruochen and pink skeletons appeared, constantly changing their positions.

As the sound of applause came out, the pink skull was thrown away like a ball.

With Pink Skull's cultivation and the divine power contained in the Supreme Sacred Artifact and Divine Bones, he shouldn't be so passive. However, from the beginning, she lost the initiative and was unable to gather strength at all. Therefore, she did not even have a chance to fight back.

"I don't believe you are really immortal. As long as your holy soul is shattered and your spirit is destroyed, can you still be resurrected?"

Zhang Ruochen had read information about Pink Skull. She had been killed three times by a supreme sage, and miraculously came back to life three times. She was known as the most difficult sage to kill in the hell world.

It was precisely because of this that Zhang Ruochen paid special attention to her and dealt a ruthless blow with every blow.

If it were any other Great Perfect Saint in the Hundred Flails Realm, he would have died dozens of times after being slapped so many times by Zhang Ruochen. However, the pink skull's body still flickered with divine light, and its spirit suddenly condensed and dispersed.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen being so tyrannical, all the great saints of the ghost clan looked at each other with fear.

If it weren't for the Four-Eyed Ghost Emperor, Winged Ghost Emperor, and Ye Chang being here, I'm afraid they would have fled immediately.

"Although Zhang Ruochen is still alive, he has not completely avoided the flash of light. He is seriously injured and his aura is far less powerful than before."

"Don't be afraid, let's take action together."

The two Hundred Flail Realm Dzogchen Great Sages of the Bone Clan, the Full Moon Ox King and the Heavenly Bird Divine Bone, were the first to attack.

"The blood moon is boiling."

In the void above the ghost clan's own star, a blood moon appeared quietly, crimson and eye-catching, accompanied by the black aura of death, becoming increasingly larger.

A bull-shaped skeleton the size of a mountain stood in the center of the blood moon.

From the 1.49 million crystal-clear bones of the bull-shaped skeleton, 4.2 billion rules of the holy way were released, pouring into the blood moon and becoming one with it.

"Boom."

The blood moon absorbed all the death energy in the void and condensed it into a blazing flame, as if it had turned into a corpse furnace.

Under the control of the Full Moon Ox King, the Blood Moon spun rapidly and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.

Wherever the blood moon passed, a huge whirlpool storm formed.

Feeling the powerful energy fluctuations coming from behind him, Zhang Ruochen looked back and his eyes shrank sharply. I saw that the entire field of vision was a sea of ​​blood-red fire, which was a hundred or a thousand times more powerful than magma.

The hot air waves made Zhang Ruochen's skin ache, especially the wound.

Previously, Zhang Ruochen did not completely avoid the attack of the light of moment, and was seriously injured. Even the body of the demigod was penetrated. However, on the surface, no wounds can be seen.

There was no trace of fear in Zhang Ruochen's cold eyes, and he shouted: "Ten of swords."

A white soul shadow flew out of his body, turned into a sharp sword light, and rushed straight towards the blood moon that was coming towards him.

Countless kendo rules are intertwined around the sword light.

A rule of swordsmanship is the shadow of a sword.

If one's eyesight is strong enough, one can clearly see that the sword light and soul shadow look exactly like Zhang Ruochen.

It's the sword soul.

The soul of the sword.

"Bang!"

The astonishingly powerful blood moon collided with Zhang Ruochen's sword light and soul shadow.

The blood energy was broken, and the blood moon shattered like a mirror, turning into a blood cloud and merging with the star mist in the void.

The sword light continued unabated and rushed straight towards the Full Moon Ox King.

"How is it possible? I don't have a sword in my hand, but the sword soul is so powerful. My hundred-flag-level high-level holy art, Blood Moon Boils, actually collapsed in one blow."

The Full Moon Ox King was shocked and had a deeper understanding of Zhang Ruochen's combat power. He was about to dodge immediately, but found that his body could not move.

Not only that, a sword shadow formed in each of the six directions of the body at some point, with the sword tips pointing towards it.

How did the Full Moon Ox King know that Zhang Ruochen's Sword Ten was integrated with the power of space?

When the sword came out, space had already locked it.

"boom!"

The sword light, soul shadow and six sword shadows hit the Full Moon Ox King at the same time, and there was a faint sound of bone cracking.

The Full Moon Ox King let out a pitiful roar, and the injuries on his body were nothing. However, the sword soul kills the holy soul, and the most vulnerable thing for the bone race monks is the holy soul.

The holy soul was seriously injured and almost dispersed. The light on the Full Moon Ox King became dim, and for a moment, he was unable to continue his attack.

"A strong man with a perfect hundred flail realm was beaten to the point of losing his fighting power?" The fire charm Yin Ji in the distant starry sky was so shocked that she lost her mind.

Once upon a time, in her opinion, Wujiang was an invincible existence among his peers, with admiration and worship like a mountain in her heart.

Seeing how terrifying Zhang Ruochen was, she realized that every mountain is as high as another. If so, if Zhang Ruochen reaches the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm, how many moves can Wujiang stop him from?

"snort!"

Emperor Dasen Luo opened the ice-wood divine bow, the biting cold air spread, and icebergs condensed around him. He wanted to use the "Hidden Arrow Technique", a high-level sacred skill of the Hundred Flails Realm, to sneak attack Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen was injured and was besieged by many great saints. With his secret arrow skills, Emperor Dasen Luo was more than 70% sure that he could successfully attack.

Prajna's palm blocked the invisible arrow from the Ice Wood Divine Bow, and said: "Don't make a move yet."

"Why?" Omori Huang was puzzled.

Prajna said: "The Four-winged Ghost Emperor, Ye Changzai, and the Winged Ghost Emperor are all in their prime. The monks of the three tribes are still the most powerful force in the starry sky."

"You are attacking Zhang Ruochen right now. If you fail, Zhang Ruochen will definitely transfer his hatred to us. It is very likely that he will abandon the monks of the three tribes and attack us."

"Even if it succeeds, once Zhang Ruochen dies, the monks of the three middle tribes will benefit. Can we take away the various treasures on Zhang Ruochen's body from them?"

Emperor Luo of Dasen nodded slightly, feeling that it made sense. At this time, he should indeed sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and watch them fight until both sides suffered losses. So, he put away the Ice Wood Divine Bow.

"It's better to be careful. Zhang Ruochen is no longer what he used to be. It's not easy to kill him. Letting the great saints of the three middle clans wear him down is the right strategy. Let's continue to heal!"

The Great Sage Yuan Fei held up the Supreme Sacred Artifact "The Scroll of Virtual Reality" and enveloped everyone in it, making them all invisible.

When facing a strong man of Zhang Ruochen's level, one must be cautious.

…

Zhang Ruochen didn't have a chance to breathe. As soon as he shattered the blood moon, a pair of divine bone wings from the Heavenly Bird Divine Bone struck in front of him like two pitch-black heavenly knives.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

The two divine bone wings fly crosswise, like two huge scissors.

The interior of the Divine Bone Wing contains not only the Great Sage's inscriptions, but also the rules of the Holy Path and the King's level inscriptions. The sacred bones of the Sky Bird have already been sacrificed and refined into soldiers and sacred weapons for the king, which can be used as they wish.

The Full Moon Ox King and the Sky Bird Divine Bone used combined attacks without any gaps, giving Zhang Ruochen no chance to use space to move and dodge.

The two divine bone wings separated from the body of Tianque divine bone and slashed towards Zhang Ruochen.

The true form of Tianque Divine Bone is standing more than four hundred miles away.

Zhang Ruochen did not have time to mobilize the rules of the holy way and holy energy, nor did he have time to activate the purple gourd. If he relied solely on his physical body to fight against the strongest attack of the Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flails Realm, he would definitely suffer a big loss.

In an instant, he figured out the most correct response.

He stepped on thunder and lightning with both feet and quickly retreated, forming a long circuit. At the same time, the ten wings on Zhang Ruochen's back curled up, wrapping his body into a golden ball with a diameter of two meters.

Ten golden wings are like ten layers of defense.

"Bang bang."

The two divine bone wings collided fiercely with the golden ball, and the ball rolled rapidly, neutralizing the power of the divine bone wings.

The golden and black power spread throughout the void within a thousand miles.

When the power contained in the two divine bone wings was exhausted, the golden ball hit a circle of space ripples in the void and disappeared in the center of the ripples.

"Oops!"

Tianque Shengu immediately realized that something was wrong. Who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen's defense was so strong that even though he was seriously injured, he could still block the combined attack of it and the Full Moon Ox King?

Just when the Sky Bird Divine Bone was about to escape, space fluctuations appeared above its head, and a golden ball flew out.

"Wow."

The ball split open and turned into ten golden wings.

Zhang Ruochen, who was standing in the center of the Golden Wing, used Yan Shen's legs to suddenly step down and hit Tian Que Shen Gu's back.

"Bang!"

The moment the two came into contact, a sea of ​​divine fire appeared.

Standing in the starry sky and looking out, the ocean of divine fire is as gorgeous as flowers blooming.

The biggest support of Tianque Divine Bone is the pair of divine bone wings on its back. Those do not belong to it, but were given by a god of the Bone Clan. Its body is not a divine bone.

After being hit by Zhang Ruochen's heavy kick, his body fell rapidly, his back collapsed, and the hard holy bones shattered.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen stepped on the body of Tianque Divine Bone and flew out from under its abdomen. A huge hole was left on the body of Tianque Divine Bone, and the bone body became tattered.

What's even more terrible is that the broken bones in the hole are ignited by the divine fire and are burning.

The Heavenly Bird Divine Bone quickly flew away into the distance, while running his skills and using various methods to refine the divine fire that invaded the bone marrow, so that he could no longer attack Zhang Ruochen.

After successively severely injuring three Great Perfection Saints in the Hundred Flail Realm, Zhang Ruochen's fighting spirit reached its peak, and he let out a long roar.

A bright golden light bloomed from the back, and the holy image of the thousand-mile-high Fudo Myoyo appeared, with the nine heavens above his head, the hell of thousands of corpses under his feet, his long hair flying, and his majestic momentum.

The great saints of the ghost clan used dozens of high-level holy spells, each of which had the destructive power to destroy the heaven and earth. However, when they entered the space near the holy image of Fudo Ming King, they were immediately shattered and scattered.

Zhang Ruochen stood between the eyebrows of Fudo Ming King, raised his arm, and made an earth-shattering big hand seal, which collided with the four ghost prisons made by the Four-Eyed Ghost Emperor.

"Boom."

The four ghost prisons collapsed, shattered and spread into the distance, like four worlds destroyed.

The four-eyed ghost emperor stumbled and was knocked back hundreds of miles.

Although Zhang Ruochen's battle power was unparalleled and shocking, the great sages present and the monks who saw the scene through the projection of the Divine Eye of All Realms all saw blood flowing from Zhang Ruochen's broken robes, and there were many wounds on his body.

Among them, the three wounds on his chest were the most shocking, penetrating his body and extending to his back.

This was an old wound struck by the light of the moment. With the fierce battle just now, the wound burst open and the holy blood flowed uncontrollably.

Many people don't understand why Zhang Ruochen didn't rescue the Barbarian Sword Master immediately and escape for his life?

If he continued to fight, his injuries would worsen, and he might be at risk of dying.

Only Zhang Ruochen still persisted, his eyes were absolutely fixed, and there was an emotion in his heart that others could not understand. This emotion can only be released through fighting and killing.

"Wow."

The Winged Ghost Emperor stood 800 miles away, whipped out a ghost-headed whip, and the whip body spread out from behind the four broken ghost prisons.

The aura of the ghost-headed whip is cold and unpredictable, much like a ghostly steel black dragon.

Zhang Ruochen's power was far superior to that of the Winged Ghost Emperor. He stretched out a hand and used the Immovable King's Holy Appearance to grab the ghost-headed whip and drag the body of the whip, pulling the Winged Ghost Emperor towards him.

"Why is the power so great?"

The wings of the Winged Ghost Emperor spread out and turned into two ghost clouds. He fully mobilized all his strength, but still could not stabilize his body.

He was getting closer and closer to Zhang Ruochen, from eight hundred miles to within thirty miles in an instant.

Zhang Ruochen held the ghost whip with one hand, clenched his other hand into a fist, and punched the oncoming Winged Ghost King. At the same time, the King Fudo, who was thousands of miles away, also punched out like Zhang Ruochen.

If he is hit by a punch, even if the Winged Ghost Emperor does not die, his ghost body will definitely explode.

"Hey, Zhang Ruochen, I'm afraid you're going to make a mistake this time." The panicked look on Emperor Yigui's face disappeared, and a gloomy and treacherous smile appeared.

Silently, a black shadow flew out from the Winged Ghost King's shadow and faced Zhang Ruochen's fist.

The black shadow is holding a strange sword. The body of the sword is like a snake, and the whole body is dark. Sometimes it is invisible, sometimes it is tangible.

When it is invisible, it does not emit any power fluctuations. Even if you use space power to perceive it, you cannot find it, as if it does not exist in space.

When it is tangible, it exudes powerful divine power and aura of curse.

It was Ye Changzai, and his Amo Divine Sword.

…

When I was writing last night, I was not in a good state and I found a bug, which was the Dark Temple.

In the previous chapter, it was mentioned that "The Dark Temple is controlled by the three upper tribes." When I wrote it last night, I didn't read the previous chapter and proofread it carefully. I wrote that the Dark Temple represents the interests of the upper three tribes. Therefore, I deleted the description of the Dark Temple in the previous chapter and in the previous chapter!

Regarding the setting of the Dark Temple, what I originally thought was that it represented the undead. However, I never wrote it down separately, so when I wrote it later, I remembered it wrong! I will sort it out carefully later and sort out the world view of the Dark Temple separately.

In another place, people may misunderstand it again. The Golden White Tiger and the Swastika Green Dragon are just prehistoric divine species, and they did not live for 50,000 Yuanhui. For example, a mammoth carcass thousands of years ago was dug up from beneath the Antarctic glacier. Using future technology, a living mammoth can be cloned.

Of course, the prehistoric gods were not cloned. Their specific circumstances will be explained later. In short, they may not have as long a life span as everyone imagines, and it is impossible to do so.