God Emperor

"puff!"

"puff!"

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After Shen Yuan's ancient sword cut off the body of the crocodile-headed dead saint, it flew towards the other three dead saints.

The first great sage of the dead was struck between his eyebrows.

In the second place, the head is separated from the body.

The third one had his chest broken.

The three great saints of the dead had all taken precautions in advance and mobilized their ultimate defensive power.

But it's no use.

The first Great Saint of the Dead held up the Dao Domain, but was broken open by Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword. The second Great Saint of the Dead used his soldiers to resist, but was cut off by Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

With the current sharpness of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, how can an ordinary king's sacred weapon withstand it?

Three mutilated corpses fell on the seabed, and the waters became even brighter red.

The great sage's vitality is so powerful that even if his body is shattered, it will have a chance to regroup. However, after the four great saints, including the crocodile-headed death clan saint, were struck by Shen Yuan's ancient sword, the life force in their bodies dissipated instantly and they died completely.

The reason why it is so terrifying is that Zhang Ruochen cultivated the Heavenly Sword Soul.

The sword cuts not only their bodies, but also their holy souls.

The soul has been destroyed, how can the body be re-consolidated?

Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew around in the water, refining and absorbing all the holy weapons on the four dead saints, before flying back to Zhang Ruochen's hands. In addition, the holy sources of the four dead saints were also taken away by Zhang Ruochen.

The whole process ended in an instant.

In the distance, those great sages who were planning to leave sensed this powerful sword power and stopped one after another, looking over.

"Zhang Ruochen finally showed up!"

"One sword kills a great saint without leaving any chance of life. Such a sword technique is comparable to the death sword technique of the Dead clan and the killing sword technique of the Shura clan."

"Now Zhang Ruochen and the Temple of Death have really formed a serious feud. He can't deny it even if he wants to."

"Nan Sheng is nearby, Zhang Ruochen will probably run away soon."

…

Da Sikong and Er Sikong were already exhausted and covered in scars, but with anxious expressions on their faces, they urged: "Uncle Master, let's run away quickly. There is a more powerful one behind us. Zhen Sha, Zhen Greed, and Zhen Wan are blocking us." , But it shouldn’t be stopped for long.”

"Since Zhen Sha, Zhen Greed, and Zhen Wan have worshiped Buddhism and called me master and uncle, how can I abandon them?"

Zhang Ruochen looked at Nan Sheng with sharp eyes.

Nan Sheng was still standing on the shoulders of the stone sculpture more than ten feet high, and a green talisman flew out of the green talisman fan in his hand. The talisman turned into a palace dozens of feet long, suppressing the true murder, true deceit, and true greed below.

Feeling Zhang Ruochen's gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his body flew up, landing only ten feet away from Zhang Ruochen.

Nan Sheng was not angry because Zhang Ruochen killed the four great saints of the Temple of Death. Instead, he looked happy, waved his fan and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to show up so soon. Very good, very good."

Zhang Ruochen was wearing white clothes and had an outstanding temperament. He said, "I didn't expect that you would reach Jiannan Realm so quickly and break into the Origin Temple."

"Your methods are beyond my expectation. If you hadn't chased Ji Fanxin to find Jiannan Realm, we might still think you were in the Yaksha Clan's ancestral realm." Two strands of long white hair on Nan Sheng's temples , floating in the water.

Zhang Ruochen didn't run away when he saw him, which surprised Nan Sheng. He acted cautiously and used his mental power to secretly check the surroundings to make sure there were no other strong men hiding, and then he felt at ease.

It seems that Zhang Ruochen has no backup plan at all and is just self-aggrandizement.

That's fine.

Let him know today how painful the price of arrogance is.

Nan Sheng smiled and said: "This is not the royal city of hundreds of tribes. You can't compete with me just by relying on your physical strength. So, are you sure you don't want to escape?"

"If I want to leave, can you stay?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.

Nan Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning. In an instant, he was in front of Zhang Ruochen. The big sleeve of his right hand fluttered, forming a powerful and domineering seal.

Zhang Ruochen did not use space power to dodge. The sword in his hand came first and then swung the sword out.

"Boom!"

In Nan Sheng's palm, the extremely condensed death energy formed a circular seal plate, which collided with Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

The sword energy and the energy of death were centered on the two of them, shooting out in all directions.

Nan Sheng is at the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Death Realm. He practices techniques comparable to those in the "Taiyi Divine Skills List". The death energy in his body is naturally better than the holy energy and blood evil of Zhang Ruochen in the Hundred Flails Realm. The Qi level is higher, and the power of the burst is stronger.

This is the difference in realm!

Zhang Ruochen's figure retreated backwards. Every time he took a step back, a large piece of ruins would be crushed under his feet.

"The so-called demigod body has this little power?" Nan Sheng said with a cold smile.

Da Sikong, who was hiding in a corner, smiled even colder: "My uncle is only at the Hundred Flails Realm, but you are at the peak of the Ten Thousand Death Realm. How can you be so embarrassed to say such a thing? Be careful later. I lost face to my uncle."

Nan Sheng thought to himself, what the bald donkey said did make some sense. As the direct descendant of Tiannan, he was two realms ahead of his opponent. It would indeed be a shame if he couldn't win quickly.

He groaned, and thirty-six images of holy beasts appeared on his body.

Each holy beast diagram is made from a great saint-level holy beast.

The power erupting from the seal in his palm increased sharply, and as a beast roar sounded that shook the earth, the wave of power distorted the space and sent Zhang Ruochen flying.

Zhang Ruochen flew dozens of feet away and landed lightly on the ground.

This prestigious Nansheng is indeed worthy of his name and has not disgraced Tiannan's reputation. Once he breaks through to the supreme level, he will definitely become a first-class existence in the world of the universe.

Nan Sheng was very surprised, not as calm as Zhang Ruochen.

You must know that he possesses the power of thirty-six great holy beasts, and he already has the ultimate physique. In terms of physical strength, he is not afraid of Zhang Ruochen's demigod body.

Since the physical body does not suffer and is two realms higher, why can Zhang Ruochen still calmly resolve his power?

"Come again."

"Ouch!"

"Roar!"

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Beast sounds rang out from Nan Sheng's body, and huge beast shadows appeared in his body. He changed his palms into claws and smacked them through the air. The claws are as huge as cloud caps and as powerful as ten thousand mountains.

Zhang Ruochen still did not use space power to dodge, but instead inspired twelve pairs of golden wings. The chaotic holy energy in his body was transformed into blood evil energy, and the ancestral patterns on the golden wings were drawn out.

"war!"

Swing your sword and slash out.

King-level inscriptions appeared one after another on Shen Yuan's ancient sword, bursting out with jet-black brilliance.

"Bang bang."

The sword edge and claw marks kept clashing, and in an instant, there were more than a hundred blows exchanged.

This is the purest power attack. The divine light emitted by Zhang Ruochen's demigod body becomes brighter and brighter. His use of the demigod's physical power has become more and more flexible, and he can use some potential power.

Because he could not attack for a long time, Nan Sheng became more and more impatient as he fought, and he let out a loud grunt.

On his claws, Jin Yu's divine flames emerged, and the divine flames instantly boiled the surrounding seawater. At the same time, the claws of thirty-six great holy beasts also reached out at the same time and pressed towards Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen raised Shen Yuan's ancient sword above his head, and the purple divine stone embedded in the sword was activated, releasing mighty divine power. At the same time, the purple divine stone absorbed the rules of heaven and earth.

"Wow——"

The sword struck straight down, cutting off all the claws of the thirty-six great holy beasts.

The purple divine stone was condensed from a planet next to the black hole. After being activated, its weight exploded, making the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword become as heavy as a planet.

The sword edge collided with Nan Sheng's golden claws.

"Bang!"

Golden divine flames flew out in groups.

Zhang Ruochen and Nan Sheng then separated, creating a long distance.

A blood line appeared on Nan Sheng's arms, and the Great Sage's blood overflowed.

The Great Sage walking in the distance was all shocked. Zhang Ruochen actually hurt Nan Sage first?

Zhang Ruochen certainly took advantage of the soldiers, but that was Nan Sage. How could Tian Nan's direct descendant be injured by a Hundred Flail Realm Great Sage? Even if the opponent is a Yuanhui-level genius, he shouldn't be so ridiculously strong.

The light of death flickered on Nan Sheng's arms, and the wounds disappeared instantly. His eyes fell on Shen Yuan's ancient sword, and he said: "The sword made of good fortune pig iron is indeed extraordinary. The purple sacred stone inlaid on the sword, It seems to be a treasure.”

Zhang Ruochen said: "The so-called direct inheritance from Tiannan is nothing more than mediocrity."

"Don't be complacent, I was just playing with you!"

A surge of anger arose in Nan Sheng's heart, he spread his arms, and countless rules of the Holy Path flew out from between his eyebrows, filling the entire seabed space, with the number reaching seven trillion. The Dao realm then appeared, wrapping Zhang Ruochen inside.

Those rules of the holy way were like chains, imprisoning Zhang Ruochen and not giving him any room to move.

"Zhang Ruochen, I have already said that this is not the royal city of hundreds of tribes, and you cannot show off your power by relying only on your physical strength. In front of me, you are as weak as an ant. I don't even have to do anything. You can do it with just your Tao domain. I can suppress you." Nan Shengdao.

Zhang Ruochen's arm holding the sword was weighed down by the hundreds of billions of holy rules. He wanted to use his strength to lift the ancient Shen Yuan sword, but even with all his strength, his arm could not move.

"Sure enough, the gap in realm is still too big. Without using the power of mysteries, I have almost no power to fight back against a strong man of this level."

Zhang Ruochen sighed like this, and then, subtle spatial fluctuations appeared around him, and his body disappeared in place.

"Space shifting! How is it possible?"

Nan Sheng narrowed his eyes and couldn't believe that under the absolute Dao domain suppression, the opponent could still use space movement. Could it be that my prediction of the space controller's ability was wrong?

No, Zhang Ruochen must have mastered some kind of spatial treasure, maybe even the secret of space.

This is good, after killing him, the harvest will be greater.

Suddenly, Nan Sheng felt something in his heart, and Zhang Ruochen appeared behind him.

Without turning around at all, Nan Sheng directly used his holy soul to control the rules of the holy way in the realm, turning it into a huge wave of rules and hitting Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen used Space Shift again, appeared above his head, and muttered silently: "The bright moon is like a song."

Densely packed time-marked light spots appeared in Nan Sheng's Dao Domain. Among them, the densest time-marked light spots condensed into a bright moon, hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head.

Nan Sheng wanted to mobilize the rules of the holy way, but found that the flow of time had slowed down, and the speed at which the rules of the holy way were flowing towards Zhang Ruochen had also become extremely slow. He secretly sighed something bad.

Zhang Ruochen is not only the controller of space, but also the controller of time.