"You can't escape, the space is frozen."

Zhang Ruochen stepped out with his right foot and stepped forward suddenly. All the spatial rules in the sea of ​​​​qi were released and merged with the space field. Then, they rushed towards Zuo Mu Shengjun who was rushing forward.

"Chichi."

The space around Zuo Mu Shengjun seemed to be in a liquid state, shaking gently.

Then, like a river frozen, it became solidified inch by inch.

The body of Saint Zuo Mu was originally integrated with the space and was invisible to the naked eye. However, as the space froze, his body showed a faint shadow.

Emperor Yu showed joy on his face and said, "Has it been suppressed?"

"Sage Zuo Mu's cultivation is extremely strong. I can only control him for a moment. You quickly use the soul-stirring flute to destroy his five senses and spiritual will."

The holy energy and blood evil energy in Zhang Ruochen's body constantly surged out from the soles of his feet, rushing in all directions to support the space realm.

Saint Zuo Mu's cultivation level has reached the middle stage of Qianwen Realm, and his combat power is on par with those at the peak of Qianwen Realm. Even if Zhang Ruochen tried his best, he could only restrain him for a moment.

Emperor Yu, of course, understood that the critical moment had come to determine victory or defeat, so he scratched his right wrist with the fingertips of his left hand, cutting the skin and blood vessels.

The crimson-hot holy blood of the Great Sage dripped onto the soul-stirring flute.

The soul-capturing flute seemed to have come alive, absorbing the holy blood of the Great Sage, and dense blood-red lines appeared on the surface. Those lines were carved by the former owner of the soul-capturing flute, and each one was a divine pattern.

"Wow——"

The soul-stirring flute was filled with increasingly powerful divine power.

I don't know if it is because of the surge of divine power that has brought up the wind. The music has not yet been played, but the faint sound of the flute has already sounded on this dark star.

The two saints Yancuo of the Meteorite Temple were weak in cultivation and were affected by the sound of the flute. They only felt the pain in their brains and had to mobilize their mental strength to resist with all their strength before they could withstand it.

"The soul-stirring flute is an ancient artifact relic of the gods. Under the influence of the blood of the Great Sage of Emperor Yu, it finally possesses divine power." Fang Mofeng said.

Emperor Yu held Xiao in both hands, and exhaled a long breath of energy from his red lips.

Suddenly, sometimes sadness turned to resentment, and sometimes soul-stirring music echoed between heaven and earth.

The sound waves condensed into blood-clothed divine generals, soul-seducing death angels, headless Shuras, etc., all taking various forms, and rushed toward the Saint Lord Zuo Mu who was sealed in the space.

The lingering sound that escapes is also powerful.

Including Fang Mofeng, the three great saints of the Meteorite Temple all had headaches and quickly retreated into the distance, not daring to get too close.

"The sound of Yuhuang's flute is so terrifying. If you are not a spiritual saint, once you are attacked all the time, you will definitely become insane and turn into a madman."

"It's really incredible that Zhang Ruochen and Yuhuang, two extremely powerful men, were born from just one Blood Sky tribe at the same time."

…

The two saints Yancuo and Fang Mofeng were only affected by the lingering sound, but they were still in such unbearable condition.

Saint Zuo Mu was directly attacked by Xiaoyin, and his mental power was sealed, so he could not use mental defense methods. Therefore, not long after, fierce roars rang out in the frozen space.

Seeing this scene, Fang Mofeng breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Zhang Ruochen and Emperor Yu are too powerful. With their combined forces, Saint Zuo Mu will not be able to hold on for long, and his death is certain."

"Boom."

A purple lightning beam pierced the darkness, connecting from the sky to the ground.

The earth, which is countless times harder than black iron, was hit by the lightning beam and exploded. A large amount of gravel flew out, and dense earthworm electric patterns appeared on the ground.

Moyin's face was a little pale. He stood in the center of the thunder and lightning, rushed towards Zhang Ruochen and Yuhuang, and said: "Master, Wujiang is coming!"

"Um."

Zhang Ruochen was very calm and responded.

Demonic Sound is his parasitic plant. Whatever Demonic Sound sees, hears, and experiences, Zhang Ruochen can still perceive it no matter how far apart the two are.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen already knew the moment Moyin and Wujiang fought in Tianwai.

"It's a pity that we still couldn't kill Saint Zuo Mu before Wujiang arrived."

Zhang Ruochen sighed secretly and looked up.

In the sky thousands of feet high, the gas of death turned into spiral clouds, and gorgeous petals of the underworld flower flew in the clouds.

Wujiang stood in the center of the spiral cloud, his whole body exuding an evil and dazzling brilliance.

"Zhang Ruochen, you really surprised me. I haven't seen you for a few days, and you actually have the strength to suppress Saint Lord Zuo Mu. It seems that I can't keep you today." Wujiang's melodious voice resounded throughout the entire Dark Star No. 3.

Although Prajna and Que Fei had heard about Zhang Ruochen's power, Wujiang still didn't think Zhang Ruochen could be the opponent of Zuo Mu Shengjun before he rushed to the third dark star.

The sight of Saint Lord Zuo Mu being suppressed and roaring violently in front of him caused a strong impact in the center of Wujiang.

Zhang Ruochen's cultivation speed is too fast. If he doesn't kill him today, he may never have another chance in the future.

If Zhang Ruochen is allowed to break dozens more shackles, he will probably have no choice but to run away next time they meet.

Today is the last chance.

Wujiang's eyes quickly glanced at Yuhuang and Moyin. With his strong mental power, he could clearly sense that their strength was quite tyrannical and could not be solved with just three or five moves.

If Zhang Ruochen, Yuhuang, and Moyin are all at their peak, and the three of them join forces, they can run amok on the battlefield of Huntian.

With the sudden rise of the three of them, plus the Sword Prison Emperor and the Feng Queen, the overall strength of the Immortal Vampire Clan is not much weaker than the Yama Clan, and it can be called one of the most powerful forces in this Shuntian War.

"It seems that this is the only way to do it!"

The index and middle fingers of Wujiang's hands are combined, and the arms are interlaced to form a cross-shaped mudra.

The black electric lines between the eyebrows opened again.

This time was different from the last time. Wujiang fully activated the power of darkness in his body. His long hair flew and his clothes bulged. Affected by the power of darkness, his body turned into darkness, like a black hole spinning in the sky.

"Wow."

A thick black beam with a diameter of one foot flew out of the black hole and flew straight towards Zhang Ruochen who was trying his best to control the power of space. The power erupted by the black beam resonated with the power released by the dark star, the closer it got

The ground is more powerful.

"Moyin, take the purple gold gourd and block him for a moment."

The purple gold gourd on Zhang Ruochen's waist flew out and fell into Moyin's hand.

With the Supreme Sacred Artifact in hand, Moyin's confidence greatly increased. He held up the gourd with one hand, and a large amount of thunder and lightning power escaped from the five snow-white jade fingers, continuously pouring into the bottom of the gourd.

Inside the purple gold gourd, all the supreme inscriptions are activated.

The gourd shook violently, shaking and growing in size, and finally turned into a purple-gold gourd mountain.

From the gourd mouth of Calabash Mountain, a golden pillar of flame light emerged, colliding with the dark beam of light falling from the sky.

"Boom."

The power of the Supreme and the power of darkness are like two rivers colliding, releasing an overwhelming wave of power.

Demonic Sound had just swallowed a large number of Heavenly Slaves and was at the peak of its power. With the power of the Supreme Sacred Artifact, it actually blocked the black beam of light falling from the sky.

The three great saints of the Meteorite Temple all took a breath of cold air.

"How come another extremely powerful man appears? Moreover, he calls Zhang Ruochen his master. This... the strength of the Blood Sky Tribe is too powerful!" Yan Hanyu's voice was trembling.

Fang Mofeng's face was solemn and he said: "Wujiang wants to attack Zhang Ruochen, break the solidified space, and release Saint Lord Zuo Mu."

"He must not be allowed to succeed. No matter what, Saint Lord Zuo Mu must die. If he does not die, once he takes revenge, the great saints in the hell world will die. And we are his first target, and we must die without a doubt."

Mocuo Road.

The three great sages looked at each other, and each shot out a brilliant Shura battle spirit, injecting it into the purple gold gourd to help Moyin fight against Wujiang.

Wujiang snorted: "You guys, you still want to stop me?"

Pieces of petals of the Underworld Flower gathered behind Wujiang, forming no more than a hundred handprints.

All handprints are arranged in a circle.

"How is it possible? While Wujiang was using the Light of Darkness and Destruction, he was also using the Hundred Hands of Life and Death Palm Seal?" Fang Mofeng's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

Whether it is the light of darkness and destruction or the hundred-hand palm seal of life and death, they are all boundless secrets, more powerful than ordinary Qianwen-level high-level holy arts.

Wujiang is able to display two unique skills at the same time because his mental power is strong enough.

It is equivalent to using the power of one person to unleash the combat power of two people.

Hundreds of life and death palm prints fell, generating strong air pressure and falling on the people below.

On the Dark Star, every monk seemed to be carrying a mountain on his back, and the mountain was getting bigger and heavier. The three great saints of the Meteor Star Temple had their legs trembling, and they had to immediately withdraw the Shura battle energy light pillar.

Protect your holy body.

"Could Wujiang... want to... want to kill all of us... on the Dark Star?"

Yan Hanyu was the first to be unable to hold on, his body-protecting fighting energy was crushed, and he fell to the ground. Blood beads appeared in his snow-white skin, and his body was trembling.

"Bang."

Mocuo was the second to fall.

The hundred-hand life and death palm prints were less than a hundred meters away from the ground. The death energy contained in the palm prints impacted every monk on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen sighed and had to change the direction of the space power. All the space rules rushed towards the sky. Above everyone's heads, the space solidified and turned into a huge space shield.
To be continued...