"You dare not kill me."

Zhang Ruochen's voice echoed continuously, with a smile and full of confidence.

"Yeah?"

Bai Qing'er's fingertips, dense rules of the holy path surged out, twisted into a slender silk thread.

A silk thread is a powerful tool to kill the Holy Spirit in the world.

"roar!"

A dazzling golden light appeared behind Zhang Ruochen, turning into a cloud of light like silk and cotton.

The true body of the white tiger in Burying appeared, standing in the golden cloud of light, the word "burying" between the eyebrows released a powerful divine power. Even with Bai Qing'er's cultivation, he was shocked and stopped immediately.

Her eyes were full of solemnity.

There is a big gap in the cultivation of Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qing'er.

However, the difference in cultivation between Bai Qing'er and Bai Hunting Jin Baihu is even bigger.

If it weren't for fear of the heavenly punishment brought by the rules of heaven and earth, the white tiger in Burying the Golden Golden Tiger could blow Bai Qing'er into a white bone by blowing out his divine breath. Even the bones might not be left behind.

Bai Qing'er put away the regular silk thread and said, "The legendary white tiger buried in gold finally revealed its true body."

The white tiger buried in Jin walked to Zhang Ruochen Zuoze, raised his huge head and said, "If you kill him, I will kill you at all costs."

"Aren't you afraid of attracting heavenly punishment?" Bai Qing'er said.

The White Tiger Burial said, "The Heavenly Punishment may not be able to kill me, but if I take action, you will die."

Zhang Ruochen stared at the stunning woman opposite, secretly admired her. She was able to withstand the powerful divine power of the white tiger in the burial of gold, but was able to be calm and composed. She is worthy of being the master of formation and the most outstanding figure under the divine realm.

Bai Qing'er pondered for a while and said, "Look, what is my talent?"

"The Yuanhui is unparalleled in the world." said the White Tiger Burial.

Bai Qing'er said: "So, how about I be your guide? Zhang Ruochen's cultivation is too low and his ranking in "The Godly Crown Volume" is not high. He may have a great disaster in the future and is not your best candidate."

"No." said the White Tiger Burial.

Bai Qing'er said: "Why? Do you think Zhang Ruochen has greater potential in the future?"

"No, it's just because you offended me, I'm very angry." The white tiger's eyes of the golden white tiger stared straight at Bai Qing'er, looking very revengeful.

Bai Qing'er once called it a "sick cat" and spoke extremely arrogantly.

The White Tiger of Burial Jin was very angry and kept a grudge.

It is precisely for this reason that the White Tiger Burial promised that Zhang Ruochen could borrow its power without limit as long as he fought with Bai Qing'er.

This kind of revenge is not a tiger.

Zhang Ruochen suddenly realized that the tiger was still very characterful and couldn't help but want to touch its butt. However, his hand was about to fall, but suddenly he stopped. Thinking that the other party was not Xiao Hei, but a powerful god, he hurriedly took it back.

Zhang Ruochen was very pale because of the injury and said, "Actually, with our current distance, even if the white tiger in Burial is not interfering, if I want to leave, you can't keep me, let alone kill me."

"So confident?" Bai Qing'er said.

Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qing'er are thirty miles apart.

For the top saints, this distance is almost negligible.

You can cross it in a different way.

Zhang Ruochen calmly stretched out one hand, made a gesture of asking for help, and said, "If you don't believe it, you can try it."

Bai Qing'er stared at the white tiger in Burial and said, "It's him who wants to try it himself. If I kill it, you won't have any objection, right?"

"If you can kill him, it's just that he's asking for death." The White Tiger of Burying Gold seemed to be very confident in Zhang Ruochen.

Thirty miles apart, let alone Zhang Ruochen, even a strong man of Wuyue Minghuang would not be able to escape.

Bai Qing'er really didn't believe it. Zhang Ruochen could escape from her by relying on her cultivation level only in the Hundred Shackle Realm without the power of the burial of the White Tiger.

"Swish!"

A figure clone rushed out of Bai Qing'er's body, turned into a white shadow, and flew out quickly.

With her identity and cultivation, killing a great saint of the Hundred Shackle Realm will certainly not need to use her true body.

A clone is enough.

Just like Zhang Ruochen kills a saint king, if he uses his true body, then he will be too obsessed with that saint king.

"Wow!"

Although it was a clone, the speed of bursting out exceeded ten thousand times the speed of sound, crossing thirty miles like lightning, and tugging at Zhang Ruochen's neck with one claw.

The neck was crushed.

But that was just the afterimage of Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen's true body had already crossed the space first, moved out, and appeared eight hundred miles away, saying: "A clone wants to kill me. You are too underestimating the successor of time and space!"

"One is not enough, just a few more are."

Bai Qing'er thought, and eight hundred miles away, a clone of Bai Qing'er was automatically condensed behind Zhang Ruochen and hit his vest with a palm.

Zhang Ruochen immediately supported the virtual time domain and moved the space away again.

The purpose of supporting the virtual time domain is not to block Bai Qing'er's attack, but to buy time for himself to use space transfer. Confronting a strong man of Bai Qing'er can determine the victory, loss, life and death in just one moment.

The virtual time field can help Zhang Ruochen gain that moment of time.

"Swish!Swish!Swish..."

Bai Qing'er has more and more clones, reaching dozens of them. Each of them has a far superior combat power to Zhang Ruochen, and has the power to kill Zhang Ruochen with one blow.

The figures were flying all over the sky, like thousands of women in white were surrounding and killing Zhang Ruochen.

However, they could not hurt Zhang Ruochen at all.

Zhang Ruochen has achieved great perfection in the Hundred Shackle Realm, and has vast divine power in his body, and has also obtained ninety-nine percent of the mystery of space. In terms of the ability to escape, there are probably few monks in the Divine Realm that can surpass him.

"receive!"

All the clones flew back and overlapped on Bai Qing'er.

Bai Qing'er said: "I really underestimated the ability of the successors of time and space to escape."

Zhang Ruochen could not hear Bai Qing'er's belittlement, and did not take it to heart. He smiled and said, "If you are chased, assassinated, surrounded, and killed for many years, you can also cultivate this ability. All the cultivators in the world practice for immortality, and they can be said to be the king of the remaining ones. Only when you can live to the end can you laugh to the end."

"Then I have to be more serious!"

Bai Qing'er closed her eyes.

Zhang Ruochen had a bad premonition and understood that Bai Qing'er was going to launch a mental attack. He quickly mobilized the blood evil energy in his body and injected it into the belt of the God of War. Suddenly, the belt had a strong blood light, releasing the spirit and the God of War's intention, and condensed into a pair of huge blood wings behind Zhang Ruochen.

The God of War Belt is indeed only when Zhang Ruochen is attacked by the gods, and thus save Zhang Ruochen's life.

However, the God of War Belt itself is also a treasure, enough to withstand mental attacks.

What Zhang Ruochen feared most was that Bai Qing'er launched a mental attack, because mental power could span thousands of miles in an instant, and even if he used space methods, it was difficult to escape.

Just in case, Zhang Ruochen stimulated the Fire God armor to cover his whole body, and secretly activated the heart of truth.

Sure enough, just the moment Bai Qing'er closed her eyes, a powerful mental storm came.

The mental storm was silent, but it was displayed by a great saint with a level 69 and a half of the mental strength. I am afraid that no one will dare to resist it under the divine realm. Even those gods with weaker mental power will be quite afraid of it.

Zhang Ruochen had various ways of resisting, but he still chose to use space transfer and tried to avoid contact with mental storms.

"I have settled the space, how can you escape?"

Bai Qing'er spread out one palm, and then there was a phantom of palm prints that lasted 90,000 miles long, floating in the universe, which was extremely shocking.

Zhang Ruochen was as if standing in her palm, and his body was as small as dust.

Space is indeed fixed, more stable than on the Dark Star. Even the top space monks under the divine realm cannot use space movement.

However, Zhang Ruochen is not the same now as before.

"You can't hold back!"

Zhang Ruochen stepped downwards, and dense space inscriptions rushed out from the soles of his feet, intertwining them into a space teleportation array.

It is not a real space teleportation array, but a combination of spatial mystery and spatial rules.

"Wow!"

The space formation rotated around, and Zhang Ruochen disappeared instantly and teleported to 300,000 miles away.

A strange look appeared in Bai Qing'er's eyes, and then she figured out something, smiled, and put away the phantom of the palm print that lasted 90,000 miles long.

After a while, she looked at Zhang Ruochen who had flew back from the sky and said, "How many secrets of space have you mastered?"

Zhang Ruochen knew that he could not hide it from her, so he asked with a smile: "How many original and mysterious have you mastered?"

"Okay, I admit that it is indeed difficult to kill you from thirty miles away. But you must not get too close to me. If the distance is too close, it will be easy for me to kill you." Bai Qing'er said.

Thirty miles is a safe distance between Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qing'er in front of you.

With these thirty miles, Zhang Ruochen had enough time to react and avoid any killer moves from Bai Qing'er.
To be continued...