"Poof!"

"puff!"

Que consecutively beheaded three Great Perfection Saints in the Hundred Flails Realm. His attacks were quick, accurate, and ruthless. It was obvious that he was being beaten to death today and did not care about the "no killing" prohibition.

Just when he was about to kill the fourth member of the Eight Sons of Life and Death, the original light bloomed in the dark bronze temple.

Yan Wushen rushed out of the darkness, with half of the flesh and blood on his body disappearing, revealing a large number of golden bones, with a ferocious face, just like Yama from hell.

There are original rules in the palms of his hands, condensing an original Taoist tower.

"Go to hell."

The body jumped up and smashed the Origin Tao Tower towards Que.

Yan Wushen was also angered today.

In an instant, the entire Bronze Temple was filled with powerful energy, the wind howled, and the energy surged.

Que had no choice but to give up his thoughts of killing, and with a backhand sword, he drew out a brilliant and dazzling arc of sword light, slashing towards the Origin Tao Tower.

"Bang!"

The Origin Tao Tower collapsed and turned into an even more dazzling source of light.

Yan Wushen and Que each spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards in two different directions.

Soon after, the remaining five living and dead Eight Sons all appeared in the Bronze Temple. They saw the three people lying on the ground and found that the life energy of the three people was rapidly draining away.

The eight sons of life and death have grown up together, practiced together, and are brothers and sisters.

Seeing this scene, they were so jealous that they each held up the "Book of Life" and "Book of Death", operated the incomplete immortal formation, and attacked Que.

"kill!"

Que half knelt on the ground, supported his body with his sword, gritted his bloody teeth, and charged forward to kill him.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at Yan Wushen and was extremely surprised.

In such a small space as the Bronze Temple, he was able to survive despite the dark space-time matter being aroused.

Yan Wushen was seriously injured. After getting up from the ground, he ignored the injuries on his body and rushed to the side of the three Great Perfection Saints of the Hundred Flails Realm. He mobilized the original power and Buddha's light to purify the void that invaded the three people's bodies.

gas.

The three missing swords hit the vital points directly, and the power of nothingness invaded the three people's bodies.

If the power of the void is not resolved in time, no matter how strong the vitality of the three people is, they will be swallowed up by the void in a moment, and they will die without even a trace left.

Zhang Ruochen turned into a breeze, flew down from the top of the bronze statue, and glanced at Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen also stared at him.

Their eyes met each other, and there were various complex emotions in their eyes.

If he takes action, now is the best time to kill Yan Wushen, and he will definitely die.

However, Zhang Ruochen did not take action, quickly withdrew his gaze and rushed towards the gate of the Bronze Temple.

For an opponent like Yan Wushen, Zhang Ruochen didn't want to kill him when he was saving people. This was one of them.

Secondly, Yan Wushen cannot be killed.

The dark space-time substance destroyed the runes and a large number of formation patterns in the temple. Zhang Ruochen had just arrived at the door and discovered that there were residual formation inscriptions floating in the air.

"not good!"

Ahead, a dazzling sword light flew towards him, the light was so white that it almost blinded Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

Zhang Ruochen quickly closed his eyes and used his mental power to perceive.

"It's the ninth grade sword formation."

The dazzling sword light was emitted by eighty-one swords. Under the control of dozens of Great Holy Array mages, it turned into a long dragon of war swords and charged towards Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his right hand and twirled his five fingers.

Suddenly, thirty-six space swords condensed in the space in front of him, colliding with the eighty-one war swords that flew towards him.

This ninth-grade sword formation has a formation master who is in charge of it, and it is extremely powerful.

The two war swords collided, emitting deafening sword sounds.

The sword light evolved into thousands, and the sharp sword energy flew out, colliding with the walls, pillars, and floors of the Bronze Temple, leaving white marks.

I don’t know what material the Bronze Temple is made of, and I don’t know what mysterious power it contains. Even the Great Sage cannot destroy it, and even the matter of dark space and time cannot shake it.

"Purple Gold Gourd."

Zhang Ruochen summoned the purple gold gourd, protected his body with supreme power, and pressed his arm to the ground.

Thirty-six space swords turned into a sword path. The sword body rolled, rushed from the ground to the distance, and hit the formation master who was in charge of the sword formation.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

The formation master's defense was broken through, and three space swords pierced through his chest, abdomen, and right leg.

The formation master let out a scream and was thrown backwards.

Seeing that he was about to be hit by seven other space swords and strangled by random swords, the green pen in Yan Zhexian's hand was drawn out, forming seven runes and cutting off the seven space swords.

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Without the guidance of the formation master, the power of the ninth-grade sword formation was greatly reduced.

"break!"

Zhang Ruochen's body erupted with a space shock force, hitting eighty-one swords.

All the war swords flew out in pieces.

Yan Zhexian's body was suspended in the sky above the 384 bronze steps. He looked at Zhang Ruochen horizontally. His beautiful eyes were cold and sharp, and he said: "I didn't expect you to be able to break out of the Bronze Temple. Just let me

I’ll meet you for a while.”

"If you don't want the Yan Luo clan to suffer heavy casualties, it's best not to stop me." Zhang Ruochen said.

In the final analysis, the battle of hunting heaven and the battle of merit in heaven and hell are completely different.

The battle of merit means either you die or I die. It is a battle of life and death.

The Battle of Huntian is just a competitive battle between various clans in the hell world. It does not necessarily determine life or death. It can only be regarded as a battle of interests, honor and disgrace.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Zhang Ruochen did not want to have too deep an enmity with the Yama clan on the hunting battlefield.

"Big Kunpeng Talisman!"

The pen in Yan Zhexian's hand was infected with Kunpeng's blood, and he drew a real Kunpeng.

Kunpeng spread its wings and flew towards the temple gate.

The ten tattered golden wings on Zhang Ruochen's back spread out and turned into a golden light, cutting Kunpeng into two halves, and then flew into the dark night rain.

Just after flying a certain distance, Zhang Ruochen noticed something was wrong.

Ye Yu disappeared!

There was a bright light in front of me, and a cold wind blew around me.

He was standing in a snowy world, with mountains covered in snow and snowflakes falling, and he couldn't see the end of the world at a glance.

"This is...a fantasy array!"

Zhang Ruochen opened his palm and caught a piece of snowflake in his palm.

The snowflake melts and turns into a drop of ice water.

It's very real, not like a fantasy.

"What a brilliant illusion formation. It should be arranged by formation masters and illusion masters together. The Yama clan is really full of talents." Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

"Zhang Ruochen, do you know now that you have fallen into a trap? I have no intention of fighting you alone, I just want to lure you into the battle."

Yan Zhexian's voice was still cold, but particularly beautiful.

"Boom!"

The vast world of glaciers, the earth shook.

Seven towering ice and snow peaks broke through the ground and stood up.

The shape of the seven peaks is like seven ghosts, with terrifying faces, but they also release powerful oppressive forces, which fall on Zhang Ruochen from seven directions.

This oppressive force is real. The true realm of space, the realm of virtual time, and the realm of truth that support Zhang Ruochen are constantly compressed, making the space in which he can move smaller and smaller.

"The Wanli Glacier Illusion Array, coupled with the Ksitigarbha Seven Evil Talismans, nearly a hundred Great Holy Talisman Masters and the Great Holy Array Masters will attack together. Is it enough to kill you?"

Yan Zhexian's figure appeared on the top of one of the snow peaks. His appearance was beautiful and his temperament was pure, like a pure and flawless snow lotus.

Zhang Ruochen remained calm and said: "We have formation masters, talisman masters, and illusion masters working together to set up two large formations like this. Let alone kill me, even if we kill ten thousand great saints in this realm, it is enough."

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"Give you another chance. If you give up your cultivation, there will be a way to survive. Think carefully, this is your only chance." Yan Zhexian said.
To be continued...