God Emperor

The leader of the Meteor Temple, Fang Mofeng, has broken ninety-nine shackles and is the top powerhouse in the Hundred Shackles Realm.

There are two towering bulges on his back, like a camel's hump. He holds his hands on his abdomen and spits out a mouthful of star-like bright rays of light, which falls on the vast purple ocean.

The glow reminds me of the red, silver and white threads intertwined and blending into the sea water.

Fang Mofeng was using his original essence to communicate with the Meteoric Armor.

Only by finding the Meteoric Armor can we find the true form of Saint Zuo Mu. Otherwise, let alone Zhang Ruochen and Yuhuang, even if the great sage came to the realm of death, he would not be able to do anything to him.

The Shadow of Killing is just the killing will and killing energy of Saint Lord Zuo Mu, combined with the Shura War Soul, condensed. Although the Shadow of Killing has nearly half the combat power of the original figure, it is not the original figure.

"Boom."

The starry glow resonated with the meteorite armor and quickly converged towards one point in the purple ocean.

"There is the location of Saint Lord Zuo Mu's body."

Fang Mofeng used his spiritual power to transmit messages to Zhang Ruochen and Yuhuang.

Almost instantly, dense mysterious divine patterns appeared on Zhang Ruochen's left foot, and crimson divine flames surged out from the sole of the foot, and he suddenly suppressed it with a kick towards the location where the starry glow converged.

Before my feet even landed, the purple sea was already sinking downwards.

"Wow."

A purple meteorite more than two thousand meters long broke through the sea and flew out, colliding hard with Zhang Ruochen's left foot.

One purple and one red, the two opposing forces caused the air to bulge and turn into two arcs.

Purple Meteor and Zhang Ruochen were in a stalemate in mid-air for a breath before they separated again. One flew upwards and the other fell downwards.

On the bank of the purple ocean, the Meteorite Temple and the Great Sage of the Ghost Tribe were all surprised.

"Zhang Ruochen actually has the fighting power to rival Saint Lord Zuo Mu?"

"Legend has it that Zhang Ruochen's leg was the leg of a god in heaven beheaded by the Moon God, and fused with his leg to form a divine leg."

"The Moon God is so noble and holy, and so beautiful in heaven and earth, that countless gods in heaven and hell are fascinated by her, but no man can win her heart. How can she be so interested in a junior like Zhang Ruochen?"

There are rumors that during the divine war at the end of the Middle Ages, the Moon Goddess suffered a certain death. Therefore, after she disappeared, all the monks in heaven and hell thought that she had died.

However, one hundred thousand years later, she returned to heaven alive.

Because of this incident, various speculations have been triggered.

Some people speculate that this matter is likely to be related to a giant figure in the hell world. However, the strength of that giant was so terrifying that no one dared to openly criticize him.

Zhang Ruochen flew upwards for more than a hundred miles before he was able to neutralize the impact of the purple meteorite. His left leg was numb with pain.

"Just now, I attacked from top to bottom, and the pull of the Dark Star on me can enhance my strength, giving me a huge advantage. However, I can only fight on par with him. In this battle, It’s not easy to fight.”

Even if it’s not easy to fight, you have to fight.

Zhang Ruochen circulated the holy energy in his body for a week, and the numbness in his left leg disappeared.

"Uh-huh!"

His body turned into a golden light and flew downwards.

After the purple meteorite, which was more than two thousand meters long, fell, it transformed into the figure of Saint Lord Zuo Mu. The meteorite turned into armor.

Saint Zuo Mu fell to the sea and quickly stabilized his figure. He glanced at the great saints such as Fang Mofeng, Yan Hanyu, Mo Cuo and others on the seaside. He snorted angrily: "All the king's holy weapons have been preliminary refined by me." Just because you want to take it back?"

With a wave of his sleeve, the purple sea stirred up a huge wave hundreds of feet high.

The water waves are condensed by the rules of the holy way, and carry the terrifying murderous aura of Saint Zuo Mu.

"Boom."

The seventeen great saints were already injured, and when they impacted the seal, their holy blood was burned, so none of them could exert their peak combat power. Hit by water waves, they were all thrown away.

Among them, there were three great saints of the ghost clan in the immortal realm. Their ghost bodies were shattered by the condensed palm prints of the water waves, and turned into three dark ghost clouds. Although he is not dead, it is impossible to recover from his injuries without several years of training.

The other great sages were also beaten with more injuries.

Fang Mofeng was the only one who could still stand and fight against Shuilang.

Previously, when Zhang Ruochen launched his attack, Yuhuang separated one hundred thousand mental thoughts and condensed them into one hundred thousand figures. They stood in mid-air to form a horizontal circle, covering a hundred miles in radius.

One hundred thousand mental figures made the same movements as the deity, and drew the exact same formation inscriptions.

After the inscription of the formation was completed, a hundred thousand dazzling brilliance bloomed in mid-air. One hundred thousand and one formation inscriptions resonated, connected with each other, and combined into a huge circular ninth-grade formation.

"Nine-grade Ten Thousand Spirits Formation."

Emperor Yu used the seven-star ghost lotus as the formation eye, which was integrated with the ninth-grade all-spirit formation. The beautiful figure stood in the center of the ghost lotus. The large formation with a diameter of a hundred miles began to move and fell rapidly.

Saint Lord Zuo Mu felt the pressure of the formation and the Supreme Sacred Artifact, and had to re-examine Emperor Yu. His expression became solemn, and he jumped forward three times in a row.

With each jump, his body would grow several times larger.

After the third jump, Saint Lord Zuo Mu's body became the size of a mountain. He raised his arms like mantis legs and shot out two Shura battle energy light pillars, rising into the sky.

"Boom."

As the formation rotated rapidly, the two battle energy light pillars were crushed, and the seven-star ghost lotus the size of a palace was suppressed on the body of Saint Zuo Mu. The supreme power fell like a waterfall.

Above the seven-star ghost lotus, Nine Nether Soul-Eating Flames surged out from Emperor Yu's feet, combining with the power of the Supreme to refine Saint Lord Zuo Mu below.

"Life and death are uncertain and helpless."

Emperor Yu took out the soul-catching flute, his clothes were fluttering, and he played a melodious Xiao song.

Under the illumination of the will-o'-the-wisp, Emperor Yu's figure is soft and slender, with graceful concave and convex shapes, and his hair is flying. He is like a divine fairy, immersed in the wonderful melody.

The sound of the flute is like the sound of nature, sweet and beautiful, making people intoxicated.

However, Zhang Ruochen knew that the flute music was the terrifying "Soul Sacrifice Song", which specifically attacked the five senses, holy soul, and spiritual will of the monks.

At the beginning, when Emperor Yu's spiritual power had not yet reached the sixty-fourth level, playing the flute could influence Zhang Ruochen and the great sage Shen Nansheng of the Thousand Questions Realm.

Now that his mental strength has greatly improved, Xiao Qu is naturally even more terrifying.

Saint Lord Zuo Mu, whose mental power was sealed, must be seriously affected.

"Ouch!"

The murderous shadow of Zuo Mu Shengjun let out a long roar, turned into a shadow, and rushed into the ninth-grade all-spirit formation, trying to attack Yuhuang who stood in the center of the ghost lotus.

"Wow."

A whip flew down from the sky and hit the body of the killing shadow, causing a thunderous explosion.

It was Zhang Ruochen who hurried back and used the whip.

The Shadow of Killing was whipped by the Ghost Head Whip and rolled away. With a wave of his arm, a series of Killing Flying Swords flew out of his palm.

There are seven swords in total, one connected to the other, emitting frightening sword light.

Zhang Ruochen's figure flipped in the void, and the ten golden wings were like indestructible golden knives, cutting off all seven flying swords of killing and turning them into gaseous form again.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Ruochen turned into a golden light, rushed in front of the Shadow of Killing, and formed palm seals with his hands.

"Bang bang."

The roaring sounds of dragons and elephants burst out along with the force of the palm.

In just one breath, Zhang Ruochen fired thirteen Dragon Elephant Prajna Palms in succession, each one stronger than the last. When the thirteen palms of "Dragon Elephant Destroy the World" were played, his strength reached its peak, and his body burned like a copper furnace under the scorching sun.

With a "boom", the Shadow of Killing was beaten by Zhang Ruochen and exploded like a balloon.

Although the Shadow of Killing has nearly half of the power of the main body, it needs to be controlled by the main body. At this moment, the true form of Saint Zuo Mu was being suppressed by Emperor Yu's Ninth Grade Ten Thousand Spirits Formation, and his spiritual will was corroded by the "Soul Sacrifice Song". The power of the Shadow of Killing naturally declined.

After the Shadow of Killing was destroyed, Saint Lord Zuo Mu's will to kill was impaired.

The deity, who was suppressed under the seven-star ghost lotus, shook violently and let out an earth-shattering roar: "You...die...die...die..."

The word "death" was shouted three times in a row, and the purple sea set off three waves.

The sea water rolled up and rushed into the sky from the edge of the Nine-Rank Ten Thousand Spirits Formation. The water waves became ten feet high, a hundred feet high, a thousand feet high...

"Boom."

The Nine-Rank Ten Thousand Spirits Formation was squeezed to pieces by the purple seawater, and the seawater turned into thousands of ferocious beasts, rushing towards the Yuhuang in the center, making bursts of howling sounds.

Some turned into pterosaurs, some turned into three-headed tigers, some turned into red-eyed demon wolves...

"Pfft."

The formation shattered, and Emperor Yu spit out a mouthful of blood.

She had already suffered serious injuries before, but at this moment, her injuries were further aggravated, her mental strength was severely damaged, and her face became as pale as death.

Although giant seawater beasts were coming from all directions, she still tried her best to activate the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus to suppress Saint Lord Zuo Mu below.

The giant sea beasts are getting closer and closer. Their figures cover the sky and the sun, and they have the potential to be torn into pieces by a group of beasts.

"Wow——"

At this critical moment between life and death, Zhang Ruochen finally arrived and flew over the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus. His body was burning, and his masculine energy a million times surged.

Both palms were struck at the same time, and immediately, thousands of dragon shadows and countless elephant shadows flew out from the palms, making an ear-splitting sound of dragon roars and elephant roars.

The giant seawater beasts coming from all directions were all shattered into pieces, turned into tides, and quickly receded.

Saint Lord Zuo Mu, who was suppressed under the seven-star ghost lotus, took this opportunity to transform his body into a slender stream, escaped from the suppression of the supreme power, and flew up from the east side of the ghost lotus.

The stream was like a winding sword from the sky, making a harsh sound of breaking through the wind, and slashed hard at Emperor Yu.

Emperor Yu swung out his soul-stirring flute and struck it against the stream. His body couldn't bear the powerful force, so he spat out a mouthful of holy blood again and threw it back like a scarecrow.

In terms of strength, Emperor Yu is not outstanding among the top experts.

The eleventh ranking depends on the third-grade holy will, plus the identity of the Formation Master and the Fu Dao Master. If she was given enough time to arrange the formations or draw the talismans, even if she and the Great Sage Yanhong were to face her, they would suffer a big loss.

"Crash."

The streams merged together quickly, condensing the figure of Zuo Mu Shengjun, wearing a purple armor, flying towards Yuhuang, wanting to get rid of her first, and then slowly take care of Zhang Ruochen.

Just now, Emperor Yu's Ninth-Rank Ten Thousand Spirits Formation and "Soul Sacrifice Song" made Saint Lord Zuo Mu feel quite troublesome and suffered some hidden injuries.

Zhang Ruochen took the risk and used spatial movement to appear in front of Zuo Mu Shengjun and intercept him.

"Take a punch from me."

Zhang Ruochen punched out, and a rolling Milky Way appeared around his body. Combining the power of the punch with the rules of truth, the attack power exploded ten times.

"The Infinite Ethereal Seal."

Saint Lord Zuo Mu sensed something was wrong and put his hands together.

At this moment, what was originally a vast purple ocean shrank into the palms of both hands, forming a circular seal that collided with Zhang Ruochen's Luoshui Fist.

"Boom."

Once the ten times attack power is activated, even Zuo Mu Shengjun cannot resist it.

The Wuji Void Spirit Seal was shattered by a punch, and the fist force collided with the hands of Zuo Mu Shengjun. The two liquid palms and the liquid holy body exploded with a bang.

Saint Zuo Mu turned into a piece of purple rain and shattered into tens of billions of raindrops. Each raindrop contained a rule of the holy way.

Emperor Yu, who landed on the ground, exhaled slightly and said, "Is it finally over?"

Fang Mofeng used his mental power to transmit a message to the two of them: "Don't take it lightly. Saint Zuo Mu is definitely not dead. He was born from the sea and stone star field, the origin of the universe. It was a purple rain in space that gave birth to spiritual intelligence and embarked on the journey. The path of cultivation. He can merge with space, and the holy soul can be integrated into every drop of purple rain."

"If the purple water is not destroyed, he will not die."

"If the space is not destroyed, he will not be destroyed."

"In the beginning, it took a lot of effort for the Destiny Temple to capture him."

"It turns out to be the purple rain in space recorded in the Secret Code of Time and Space." Zhang Ruochen showed a look of surprise.

According to the records of the holy monk Xumi, there is a place of origin in the universe where it rains all year round. It is raining in seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, indigo and purple. Wherever the seven-color rain falls, a new spatial structure will automatically appear.

Therefore, the universe is constantly increasing and expanding under the construction of the seven-color rain.

The space should have been in seven colors, but after the seven colors merged into one, it became colorless.

All the purple rain on the ground merged into the space and disappeared.

Seeing this strange scene, Emperor Yu felt a chill in his vest and said, "How can we fight like this? Saint Lord Zuo Mu is simply an invincible enemy."

The fourteen great saints of the ghost tribe saw that the situation was not good, and turned into ghost auras, escaped from the Dark Star, and disappeared into the endless black space.

The long laughter of Saint Zuo Mu resounded on the Dark Star. The sound had no fixed location and said: "You two can destroy my second form and shatter my first form, which can be regarded as a thousand years in the hell world." One of the most outstanding and handsome men in history. It’s a pity that you are still far away from killing me.”

"Now, I will give you a way to survive. Stop interfering in the affairs of the Falling Star Temple and get out of the Dark Star immediately. Otherwise, if you continue to fight, you will definitely die."

Emperor Yu cast his gaze on Zhang Ruochen and secretly said, "How do I feel? He is a little guilty and wants to scare us away on purpose."

"Although he claims to be immortal, the Shadow of Killing, the first form, and the second form were shattered one after another, and he has become much weaker. Perhaps he is not truly immortal," Zhang Ruochen said.

Emperor Yu said: "Our mental strength is all at level 64, how come you are the only one who can sense that his aura is getting weaker?"

"What I sense is not his breath, but the fluctuations in space. Believe me, as long as I can prevent him from escaping, he will definitely be the one who dies today." Zhang Ruochen said.

Emperor Yu was seriously injured and actually didn't want to fight such a strange enemy as Lord Zuo Mu. However, when he heard Zhang Ruochen's calm and confident voice, he suddenly became confident.

At this time, it is even more impossible to retreat.

…

At this time, two streams of light flew from far to near, flying to the edge of the third dark star.

When they stopped, they condensed into two figures, one handsome and divine, the other extremely beautiful, none other than Prajna and Wujiang.