God Emperor

Without any unnecessary words, Zhang Ruochen attacked again.

"Xiang Li Jiudi."

The soul shadow of Wuhun almost merged with Zhang Ruochen's body. Wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered together and struck out with a palm, exploding with nine times the attack power.

Nine air waves, like water patterns, connected one layer after another, gathered in front of Zhang Ruochen's palm, forming a six-meter-long phantom of the god.

"Roar!"

As the power of the palm print was struck out, there was a long roar of a savage beast, which shook the underground chamber and caused pieces of gravel to fall.

Hua Qingye had to become serious, spread his legs, slightly bent his knees, stood in a horse stance, and executed a punch.

It's a pity that he still underestimated Zhang Ruochen's current strength. The phantom of the god statue hit him like a hill. But as soon as they fought, he was beaten backward again, and the blood in his body surged, and his meridians Qi is disordered.

"So strong?"

In fact, Hua Qingye's strength is quite strong. How can he be considered weak if he can enter the fish-dragon realm? However, he broke an arm, which caused his combat power to drop significantly.

Previously, he was successfully attacked by Zhang Ruochen and suffered serious injuries, which greatly reduced his combat effectiveness.

His current strength is probably equivalent to 30% of what he was in his heyday.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Ruochen continued to take action, swinging his sword and slashing towards Hua Qingye's head.

"Zhang Ruochen, do you think you are the only one with a martial spirit?"

Being suppressed and beaten by a junior in the Tianji Realm, Hua Qingye became furious and released his martial spirit.

He maintained his identity and never used the power of his martial soul.

But it's different now. If he doesn't use the power of Wuhun, let alone suppressing Zhang Ruochen, he might be suppressed by Zhang Ruochen instead.

"Wow!"

A beam of light rushed out from Hua Qingye's head, and the light spots condensed into a martial spirit, suspended above Hua Qingye's back.

After releasing his martial spirit, Hua Qingye's strength finally fully exploded.

"boom!"

A blow collided, and the two of them fell backwards at the same time.

"Crash!"

From above, pieces of rubble continued to fall, and this secret room seemed to be about to collapse due to the battle between the two.

"Zhang Ruochen, your strength is indeed very strong, but compared with the warriors of the Fish and Dragon Realm, you are still far behind."

"Trina Fighting Fist."

Hua Qingye's arm bones kept ringing as he fired a top-level spiritual punch.

After receiving the blessing of Wuhun, Hua Qingye's strength more than doubled. With one punch, the entire underground secret room seemed to be filled with his power.

The true energy not only flows in the meridians in his body, but also flows out of the body, turning into a river of true energy, flowing around the martial soul.

Tianhe Zhanquan has a total of twenty-seven moves, and Hua Qingye used the first move, the Sky-Opening Hammer.

As he punched out, almost all of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth mobilized by Wuhun gathered and condensed on his arm, causing his fist to turn blue and suddenly hit Zhang Ruochen's chest.

"Is this the true power of a fish-dragon realm warrior?"

Zhang Ruochen had a feeling that if he and Hua Qingye had a head-on confrontation, he would probably be seriously injured by Hua Qingye's punch, or even more serious.

After all, Zhang Ruochen is only at the middle stage of Tianji Realm, and he can only fight against Hua Qingye with his almost abnormal martial soul power.

Now, Hua Qingye also exploded with the power of martial arts, and the situation immediately reversed, which was quite unfavorable to Zhang Ruochen.

"Space crack."

Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, parted his hands, and opened a space door in front of him.

It was a gap in space, and the gap was filled with mist, and the power pouring out from it seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world.

In just an instant, the space crack swallowed up the power of Hua Qingye's punch.

Zhang Ruochen wants to continue his efforts and rely on space cracks to get rid of Hua Qingye.

He pushed his hands forward, and under the influence of the force, the space crack slashed towards Hua Qingye.

Hua Qingye almost suffered a loss from the space crack before, but now he was naturally more cautious. He dodged in a flash, just for a moment.

"Chichi!"

The spatial crack hit the stone wall behind Hua Qingye, swallowing up a large amount of mud and rocks, leaving a large crater more than ten meters long.

Seeing the destructive power caused by the cracks in space, Hua Qingye was shocked and said: "Zhang Ruochen, what kind of martial arts are you using, and why can you tear apart space?"

"If you can defeat me, you will naturally know the answer." Zhang Ruochen said.

Hua Qingye's face darkened and he said, "Do you think I really can't cure you?"

Hua Qingye touched his hand in his arms and took out a delicate purple-gold clock. The small clock was only about three inches tall, with mysterious inscriptions engraved on its surface, emitting a faint chill.

Seeing the small bell, Zhang Ruochen had a bad feeling.

As Hua Qingye injected his true energy into the small bell and activated the inscriptions, the small bell gradually grew in size. From the first three inches high, it gradually became three meters high, turning into a huge ancient bell.

"Wow!"

Purple-gold light burst out from the ancient bell, forming a strange force that suppressed Zhang Ruochen's martial spirit.

Hua Qingye held the huge ancient bell in his palm and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, this ancient bell is a tenth-level Zhenwu treasure, called the Soul-Slaying Bell, which is specially used to attack the martial soul of a warrior. Since your martial soul is strong, I want to see if you can withstand the attack of the Soul-Slaying Bell."

While speaking, Hua Qingye swung the Soul-Slaying Bell and attacked Zhang Ruochen.

The Soul-Slaying Bell kept spinning, making a "buzzing" sound, and hit Zhang Ruochen's martial soul.

Zhang Ruochen didn't fight Hua Qingye at all. He used his body skills and turned around to escape.

Just kidding, Zhang Ruochen's biggest advantage now is his martial soul. If he loses his martial soul, Zhang Ruochen has no ability to compete with Hua Qingye.

The Soul-Slaying Bell is specially used to deal with martial souls. If Zhang Ruochen continues to fight with Hua Qingye, he will definitely suffer a great loss.

"Wow!"

After rushing out of the secret room and returning to the ground, Zhang Ruochen pushed the body skills of Yufeng Feilongying to the extreme and fled to the distance. Every step he took could cross a distance of more than 20 feet.

After breaking through to the Heavenly Realm, Zhang Ruochen used the Wind-Controlling Flying Dragon Shadow, and the speed of the explosion became faster.

After all, the Wind-Controlling Flying Dragon Shadow is a spiritual-level upper-grade body movement martial arts, and only the Heavenly Realm martial artists can exert its true power.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was like flying in the air, with every step in the air, his feet not touching the ground.

Of course, he was not flying off the ground now, but just used the cleverness of the body movement martial arts to borrow the wind force to achieve a short period of running in the air.

Only by becoming a semi-saint can one truly fly in the air without borrowing any external force.

Zhang Ruochen is still far from that realm.

Following closely behind Zhang Ruochen, Hua Qingye also rushed out from the ground. Without any hesitation, he swung his arm and hit the Soul-Slaying Bell out, hitting Zhang Ruochen in the distance.

Zhang Ruochen did not turn around at all, but just backhanded the Shenyuan Ancient Sword out to hit the Soul-Slaying Bell.

"Bang!"

The Shenyuan Ancient Sword and the Soul-Slaying Bell collided violently, hitting a large area of ​​sparks.

The ancient sword of Shenyuan flew back and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands again.

"Damn it."

Hua Qingye took back the Soul-Slaying Bell and used a body movement to chase Zhang Ruochen.

The body movement Hua Qingye used was called "Liuyunbu", a mid-level spirit-level body movement martial arts.

Although the body movement martial arts he practiced was not as advanced as Yufeng Feilongying, he was a warrior in the Fish Dragon Realm and his speed was already advantageous.

Hua Qingye rushed out, and his burst of speed was even faster than Zhang Ruochen's.

Zhang Ruochen turned around and saw Hua Qingye chasing behind him a hundred feet away, and the distance between the two was gradually closing.

About a quarter of an hour later, Hua Qingye chased to a distance of ten feet behind Zhang Ruochen, and threw the Soul-Slaying Bell again, hitting Zhang Ruochen's back.

Zhang Ruochen had to stop and fight with Hua Qingye again.

"A thousand-foot prairie fire."

Zhang Ruochen triggered a strange phenomenon in the world, and a thousand-foot space condensed into wisps of flames, which turned into a huge sea of ​​fire, enveloping Hua Qingye in the sea of ​​fire.

In the sea of ​​fire, the two fought for more than ten moves, and Zhang Ruochen escaped again.

In this way, Zhang Ruochen fled and fought, from noon to dark, and fought thousands of miles, fighting thirteen times with Hua Qingye.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen's martial soul was finally hit by the soul-beating bell, and suffered a serious injury, so he had to retract it into his body.

If it was hit by the soul-beating bell again, Zhang Ruochen's martial soul would definitely suffer a serious injury, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Zhang Ruochen, you have lost the power of your martial soul. Can you still escape from my grasp this time? Haha!"

Hua Qingye chased him from behind. Blood was constantly flowing from his chest. He seemed to be completely unaware of the pain. He stared at Zhang Ruochen with a vicious look and said sternly: "If you don't tell me the location of the ancient cave, I will let you experience the ten tortures in the black market. Can you bear it?"

Originally, Hua Qingye was seriously injured. In order to hunt down Zhang Ruochen, he did not stop to heal his wounds.

Now, his injuries are getting worse, but he did not notice it. He just wanted to force the location of the ancient cave immediately.

Zhang Ruochen had a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He laughed and said: "Hua Qingye, if you don't heal your wounds, I'm afraid your cultivation will regress."

Although his martial soul was injured, Zhang Ruochen was still full of energy and full of fighting spirit.

"As long as I can suppress a junior like you, what does it matter if my cultivation regresses?" Hua Qingye said.

"With your current state, you want to suppress me?"

"What? You are still not convinced and want to continue fighting?"

Hua Qingye knew Zhang Ruochen's current state very well. Without the power of his martial spirit, Zhang Ruochen was like an ant in front of him. He could be crushed to death with just one finger.

"Hoo!"

A cold wind with a bloody smell blew from a distance, brushing over Zhang Ruochen and Hua Qingye.

Something strange happened.

In the woods not far away, a blood-red mist spread out, rushing in from all directions.

The blood mist kept swallowing and spitting, becoming thicker and thicker, blocking people's sight.

Zhang Ruochen and Hua Qingye were both shocked by the sudden change. They stopped fighting and stood where they were, alert to the blood mist around them.