God Emperor

"Where is the Great Sage Yuan Fei? Tell him about this quickly. We must make preparations in advance."

Zhang Ruochen carried a force of wind and flew down not far from the Heichou woman. He walked over step by step and looked at the battlefield not far away.

"Great Sage Yuanfei and His Highness Prajna are not here, they have gone to hunt down Emperor Chi." Heichou woman said.

Including the two Great Perfection Saints in the Hundred Flails Realm, there are a total of ninety-four Great Saints in the dead race here.

Their bodies are thick with death and full of corrosive power. Powerful energy fluctuations continuously erupt, making the air boil and boil all the time.

The Great Sage of the Dead did not attack haphazardly, but formed two combined attack formations.

The innermost one is composed of sixty great saints.

Each one releases hundreds of millions to billions of rules of the Holy Path. A total of hundreds of billions of rules of the Holy Path interweave and shuttle, transforming into various different attack powers, including humanoid thunder and lightning, palace-shaped fireballs, and shadows of death. …

Zhang Ruochen didn't know how the dead clan managed to completely integrate the rules of the sixty great saints into one without being mutually exclusive.

However, he knew very well that if hundreds of billions of holy rules came at him at the same time, and all kinds of attacks fell together, he might not be able to withstand them. Most of the time, they will choose to retreat temporarily rather than bear it.

However, the twenty-two immortal vampire saints surrounded in the center were unable to retreat and could only use all their strength to resist.

They were all burning the blood of the great sage in their bodies, turning into twenty-two burning men. They let out long roars from their mouths to resist the attacks of the 60 great sages of the dead.

"Fight, fight to the last drop of blood."

"It's the last day of the Battle of Huntian. The Undead Vampires must not fall on this day."

…

The Blood Demon is the strongest among the twenty-two immortal Vampire Saints. He sits cross-legged in the void and manifests nine images of heavenly demons, like nine demonic worlds unfolding.

Nine blood holes appeared on the body, and nine blood streams continuously flowed out, pouring into the nine demonic worlds to resist the attack of the great sage of the dead.

However, the blood demon's body quickly shriveled up.

The blood of the great sage will be lost soon.

The other twenty-one immortal vampire saints had more than half of their blood burned, their combat power declined, and they began to be unable to defend themselves against the attacks of the dead saints.

The feeling of despair spreads in the hearts of every immortal vampire saint.

It took hundreds of years to stand out from the hundreds of millions of immortal vampire monks and become the emperor in the holy realm. Every one of them had lofty aspirations and was extremely unwilling to die like this.

However, for the sake of the immortal vampires, one can sacrifice oneself.

Absolutely not, fall on the last day.

If so, today will become a lifelong regret for them, and they will be laughed at by other monks throughout their lives.

"You are the undead vampires, and we are the dead. Your lives are destined to be ended by us." The Great Perfect Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm with double horns on his head said in an indifferent voice.

The Heichou woman said: "Hand over the undead vampires hidden in your bodies and stop struggling in vain."

Zhang Ruochen did not take action rashly, and kept observing, secretly saying: "The sixty dead saints in the inner layer are responsible for the attack. The thirty-two dead saints in the outer layer, and the double-horned Hundred Flails Together with the great sage Jing Dacheng, who was responsible for releasing the power of death and suppressing the undead vampires, the great sage self-destructed the holy source when he was dying. The somewhat dark and ugly woman, the great sage Longli, was guarding the outermost perimeter to guard against surprise attacks from foreign enemies. "

"The two hundred-flag realm Dzogchen Great Sages pose the least threat. The two combined attack formations need to be destroyed at the first opportunity. As long as their powers cannot be combined together, the threat is not great."

After making up his mind, Zhang Ruochen's hand behind his back condensed densely packed tiny space cracks.

Each space crack is only one inch long.

The Heichou woman was very cautious. She noticed the fluctuations in the space and immediately stared at Zhang Ruochen.

Take action.

"Uh-huh!"

There are more than 300 spatial cracks condensed by Zhang Ruochen, and time stamps are integrated into them.

Wave your hands.

More than three hundred space cracks, like a black rain of knives, flew towards the Heichou woman and nearly a hundred dead saints silently.

"be careful……"

As soon as the Heichou woman shouted, the body-protecting death energy shield was pierced, leaving six bloody holes on her body, as if her flesh, flesh and bones had been directly dug away.

An inch-long space crack passes through the body and can take away a piece of flesh and blood the size of a palm.

After the space cracks were integrated into the time mark, the flying speed was more than ten times faster than before. How could she avoid such a close distance with her hundred-flag realm Dzogchen cultivation?

"Swish."

The Great Sage's reaction speed was very fast, but the space crack was even faster.

Half of the more than ninety dead saints were hit by the space cracks, making muffled sounds and suffering varying degrees of injuries. The attacks of the two formations were naturally interrupted and the formations were scattered.

Angry eyes were all staring at Zhang Ruochen.

"Who are you?"

"No need to ask, it's Zhang Ruochen."

Zhang Ruochen secretly regretted that there was no way to tear open a large space crack inside the white jade sacred tree, otherwise, they would not just be injured.

"Uh-huh!"

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen's body disappeared from where he was.

There was a "bang", and before the Heichou woman could react, Zhang Ruochen struck her at the neck with a knife, breaking her tibia and sending her body flying away.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of the great sage of the dead with two horns on his head, and pressed it with a light palm.

The Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flails Realm barely held up an arm and tried to resist, but his arm was broken by Zhang Ruochen. His body flew away like a cannonball and hit a branch. There was the sound of bones breaking in his body, and there was blood. Spilled from head and back.

In less than a breath, the two Great Perfection Saints of the Hundred Flails Realm were seriously injured.

"Dang!"

Zhang Ruochen stepped on the void with his left foot, and the void seemed to turn into water, shaking.

Immediately, the raging sea of ​​divine flames spread out and enveloped all the great saints of the dead.

"The great clock of time."

Zhang Ruochen raised his hands, and the time stamps between heaven and earth gathered rapidly, condensing into a giant bell above his head, spinning rapidly.

at some point.

A deafening bell rang.

Time stamps and sound waves surged over like water waves, impacting on each of the dead saints, causing them all to fly up like fallen leaves.

The time mark cut off a lot of their lifespan, and their bodies fell into a temporary state of weakness.

At this moment, the divine flames burned through their body-protecting death energy, invaded their bodies, and their skin turned crimson and turned into black dust. And, it spreads to the inside of the body.

"Swish."

In Zhang Ruochen's hand, the seven-star ghost lotus flew out, and the seven petals swirled and chopped, dismembering the immortal body of a great saint of the dead, with hands, feet, and head flying everywhere.

These series of moves can all be performed within one breath.

The twenty-two immortal vampire saints stared at Zhang Ruochen in a daze, unable to believe that a hundred-flag realm saint had such terrifying combat power and could crush nearly a hundred dead saints with his own strength.

This scene will never be forgotten by them.

"Here he is, he's finally here, Zhang Ruochen is finally here!" A great sage from the immortal vampire race laughed loudly. His nerves could no longer be stretched. He fell from mid-air and landed on a branch.

Xue Ningxiao stopped activating the secret technique, his face turned pale, but a smile appeared on his delicate and small face, as if he saw a ray of light in the long darkness, and said: "Cousin... Cousin Ruochen... "

It seems that being Zhang Ruochen's cousin is a kind of pride.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen noticed something, turned around suddenly, and punched out.

The Heichou woman activated her secret technique, burned her life essence, made a hand seal, and collided with Zhang Ruochen's fist. Her broken neck bones had been reconnected, and her eyes were burning with angry flames.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen caught her palm and his body shook slightly.

After burning Shou Yuan, the Heichou woman could burst out with combat power comparable to that of a great sage in the early stages of the Thousand Questions Realm in a short period of time. However, it was still not enough in front of Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen kicked out and hit her in the chest.

"puff!"

The black and ugly woman vomited blood and flew out.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his palm and was about to use his space power to pull her back. Suddenly, his head hurt and the space power he exerted was interrupted.

It's the power of death.

Led by the double-horned Dzogchen Great Sage of the Hundred Flail Realm, there were dozens of dead sages present. They simultaneously used the power of death to attack Zhang Ruochen.

"court death."

Zhang Ruochen took back the seven-star ghost lotus and protected his body with supreme power.

Immediately afterwards, he put his hands together, and the huge Fudo Mingou Holy Image rose up behind him, releasing a bright brilliance that was brighter than the scorching sun, and its momentum climbed higher and higher.

The face of the Dzogchen Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm with the double horns changed, and he said: "All the Great Sages of the Dead will retreat immediately, and I will break up the rear."

The great sages have great vitality. Zhang Ruochen's attack just now only killed six great sages. The remaining great saints of the dead were either injured or had the purifying divine fire entering their bodies, and they were all greatly weakened.

They couldn't help but feel fear as they looked at the growing taller and taller King Fudo.

"Such a powerful holy power, how can this be the Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm? The Great Sage of the Thousand Questions Realm I have seen is also much weaker than him."

The sound of breaking wind sounded!

More than eighty dead saints flew out in different directions. Because their speed was so fast, they were already dozens of miles away, and the afterimages left behind were still very clear.

The Holy Prime Minister of the Fudo Myeong took the double-horned Great Perfection Death Race Great Sage of the Hundred Flail Realm into his hands, and squeezed his immortal body until it broke into pieces, causing the bones to crackle.

"Ah! Zhang Ruochen, you can't kill me. It's just a battle of hunting. We have no real personal enmity. If you let me go, I will remember your favor."

The great sage of the dead clan with two horns screamed miserably, feeling fear in his heart, not wanting to be crushed to death by Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said: "You can be regarded as the top figure of the dead clan. In front of so many monks, I squeezed you like a clay figure. How could you not have resentment in your heart? If I let you go, you will remember me. Favor? No, what you remember is the hatred and anger in your heart. If you have the chance, you will definitely try to kill me."

The black and ugly woman flew from behind, holding a silk-like king's sacred weapon, which stretched out for more than a thousand meters, much like a bright thread of light.

Zhang Ruochen didn't even look back. A bolt of thunder and lightning condensed in the void and struck her.

This thunder and lightning is a spiritual attack.

The death energy dissipated from the black and ugly woman's body, she screamed and fell downwards.

"Bang!"

The palm of Fudo Mingwang's holy Xiang exerted force and squeezed the body of the great perfect sage of the hundred-flag realm of the dead with two horns until it exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

The pure fire in the palm of his hand turned his holy soul into a wisp of blue smoke.

To the day of his death, the Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flails Realm did not believe that Zhang Ruochen would actually kill him.

Zhang Ruochen did not chase down the escaped dead saints. They were either invaded by the Purifying Divine Fire or had their lifespan cut off. It was difficult for them to regain their fighting strength in a short period of time.

At least today, they couldn't continue fighting.

Xue Ningxiao flew in front of Zhang Ruochen. Looking at the cousin who had defeated nearly a hundred great saints with a wave of his hand, a bright red appeared on his pale face, and he whispered: "You shouldn't kill Xu He is a great sage, he is the true god seed of the dead clan, and he has a divine backer. If you kill him, you will forge a deadly feud."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Is there still little hatred between the undead vampires and the dead? Anyway, we have killed many of the sons and goddesses of the dead. Killing one more of them will not have much impact."

"The status of the Son of God and the Goddess may not be as good as the Seed of the True God." Xue Ningxiao muttered, but did not dare to say it out loud.

Inside the white jade sacred tree, there was no way to tear open too much space. Zhang Ruochen couldn't drive the enemy into the void space, so naturally he could only kill him.

"Meet the Great Sage Ruochen."

The great saints of the immortal vampire clan all bowed to Zhang Ruochen, with awe and admiration in their eyes.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Give me all the clansmen in your body."

Xue Ningxiao hesitated for a moment, then said: "Cousin, if you bring all the clan members with you, it will definitely affect your combat power."

"Don't worry, I have many king's holy weapons suitable for storing life. I will not use these king's holy weapons as soldiers."

As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen took out eleven sacred weapons of the king in succession, including pens, cauldrons, swords... They all have stable and huge inner spaces, and even ordinary humans can survive in them for a period of time.

The great saints of the immortal vampire clan looked at each other in confusion.

The only sacred weapons of the king they had with them were all broken into pieces, resulting in heavy losses. After all, the king's sacred weapon brought into the hunting field is their strongest soldier, worth more than half of their wealth.

On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen took out more than ten items.

Such a comparison made them feel sad.

They are all great saints, why is the gap so big?

Zhang Ruochen collected the 34 million tribesmen who were still alive into eleven sacred artifacts of the king, stared at the undead vampire saints, and said: "You are too injured, withdraw from the battlefield! Next, Just leave it to me.”

These immortal vampire saints did not leave. They stood still and told Zhang Ruochen with their eyes that they would continue to fight side by side with him.

Only the Blood Demon stood up and sighed: "The Great Sage has lost too much blood and can't continue fighting! Don't stand still, let's go together. Zhang Ruochen is a descendant of time and space. If he wants to run away, he will die." Even if the great sages of the Yama clan and the Yama clan take action together, they can’t keep him.”

Thinking of this, the great sages of the Immortal Vampire Clan all nodded, feeling that it made sense.

"Whoosh!"

White lights flashed one after another, and the Divine Eye of All Realms sent all the undead vampire saints away from the battlefield.

Just as the Blood Demon said, what Zhang Ruochen should do now is to escape immediately with the remaining members of the Undead Vampire Clan and hide until the end of the Shoutian War.

In this way, the Undead Vampires can at least rank second, and even hope to retain the first place.

As long as Emperor Chi is not killed by the Yama clan, it will be fine.

Zhang Ruochen did not run away. He took out the rhombus lens and took a look:

Undead vampire, 89.75 million points.

Yama clan, 89.07 million points.

The undead vampires were in front, still in the lead.

But, how long can we stay ahead?

"Luo Yi and Mo Yin should react soon. I hope that the final decisive battle will not be about which clan can kill Emperor Chi."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to kill Emperor Chi, but he also hoped to win in an easier way.

However, just in case, Emperor Chi must be found first, or at least prevent the Yama clan from killing him. If given the chance, he wouldn't mind cutting off one of Emperor Chi's hands or one of his legs.

So, Zhang Ruochen released his mental power, searched for the auras of Emperor Chi, Great Sage Yuan Fei and others, then spread out his ten wings and flew in one of the directions.

This time, he did not transform into a dead monk.

The great sage of the dead who escaped just now must have passed the news to the great sage Yuan Fei. With his intelligence, he must be careful and vigilant. There is no point in changing into the appearance of a dead monk.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen hid himself in the space, as if he was invisible.

…

The "Scroll of Virtual and Real Words" unfolded and turned into a light map that was hundreds of miles long.

The picture scroll is not only densely covered with text, but also mountains, rivers, and lakes.

Words and scenes sometimes disappear and sometimes appear, sometimes nothingness, sometimes solidity.

There are four hundred great saints of the dead, standing in various directions in the "Scroll of Virtual Reality".

Emperor Chi is only about ten miles away from the "Void and Real Word Scroll" and is being attacked by words one by one. There are more than a hundred thousand words, each one is one foot long and heavier than a mountain, turning into a sea of ​​words.

"Boom."

Even though Emperor Chi's cultivation was strong and his defense was airtight, he kept flying out the incoming words. However, even if the words were shattered and turned into nothingness, they could be condensed again immediately and continue to attack him, seemingly endlessly.

The great sage Yuan Fei and Prajna stand in the center of the "Void and Real Script", with words everywhere under their feet.

"Use text attacks to consume Emperor Chi's holy energy. By then, he will only have physical strength left and will be exhausted. We can easily kill him." Yuan Fei, the Great Sage.

Prajna stood aside, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

She had to admit that she had underestimated the Great Sage Yuan Fei before. This person was not as easy to use as he appeared on the surface, and he had many things hidden in his heart. Just like the power of "The Scroll of Virtual and Reality", it was only at this moment that it fully exploded. It had always been hidden in the past.

Originally Prajna believed that the "Void and Real Script Scroll" was a temporary gift from the gods of the dead to Yuan Fei.

However, after witnessing Yuanfei's skillful use of the "Void and Real Script", she had to suspect that this supreme holy weapon had been a soldier of Yuanfei a long time ago.

With the "Scroll of Virtual and Reality", he was able to hide all the great saints of the dead and hide it from Emperor Chi. After getting close to him, it suddenly burst out and completely trapped him.

What does this mean?

This shows that Yuan Fei, the Great Sage, has practiced the Way of Nothingness, and his attainments are not low.

Otherwise, how could he accurately control the "virtual" power of "Virtual and Real Script"? This is something Prajna didn't know before.

Not to mention Prajna, even Que standing in the "Void and Real Script" showed a contemplative look.

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This chapter has more than 5,000 words. I have no choice but to boast that I want to end the Hunting War in five or six chapters. I can only increase the number of words in the chapter. It’s easy for me, sweat...