"Don't you dare kill me."

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

"Yeah?"

From Bai Qing'er's fingertips, densely packed rules of the Holy Path flowed out, twisting into a slender thread.

A piece of silk thread is a sharp weapon to kill the Holy Spirit in the world.

"Roar!"

A dazzling golden light appeared behind Zhang Ruochen, turning into a silky cloud of light.

The true form of the Golden Burial White Tiger appeared, standing in the golden light cloud, with the word "Burial" between his eyebrows, releasing a powerful divine power. Even with Bai Qing'er's cultivation level, he was shocked and stopped immediately.

Her eyes were full of solemnity.

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

However, the gap in cultivation between Bai Qing'er and Gold Burying White Tiger is even greater.

If it were not for the punishment caused by the rules of heaven and earth, the Golden Burial White Tiger could blow Bai Qing'er into a skeleton of white bones just by blowing out his divine breath. In fact, there might even be no bones left.

Bai Qing'er put away the regular thread and said: "The legendary White Tiger Buried with Gold has finally revealed its true form."

The Golden Burial White Tiger walked to Zhang Ruochen's left, raised his huge head, and said: "If you kill him, I will kill you at all costs."

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

Burying Gold White Tiger said: "The punishment from heaven may not kill me, but if I take action, you will die."

Zhang Ruochen stared at the stunning woman opposite, secretly admiring her in his heart for being able to withstand the powerful power of the Golden Burying White Tiger and yet remain calm and composed. She is worthy of being a Heavenly Master of Formation and the most outstanding person in the divine realm.

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

"Yuanhui's resources are unparalleled in the world." Buried Gold White Tiger said.

Bai Qing'er said: "Then, how about I be your guide? Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level is too low, and his ranking in the "God's Reserve Volume" is not high. He may face a catastrophe in the future, so he is not your best candidate."

"No." Buried Gold White Tiger said.

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

"No, it's just because you offended me and I'm very angry." The gold-buried white tiger stared straight at Bai Qing'er with a pair of tiger eyes, looking very vengeful.

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

The Golden White Tiger is very stingy and always holds a grudge.

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

It is not a tiger to take revenge.

Zhang Ruochen suddenly discovered that this tiger still had a lot of character, and couldn't help but want to touch its butt. However, just as he was about to put his hand down, he suddenly paused, thinking that the other person was not Xiao Hei, but a powerful god, so

, and quickly took it back.

Zhang Ruochen looked very pale because he was injured and said: "Actually, with our current distance, even if the Golden Burial White Tiger doesn't intervene, if I leave, you won't be able to keep me, let alone kill me."

"So confident?" Bai Qinger asked.

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

For the top saints, this distance is almost negligible.

You can make a leap in a matter of seconds.

Zhang Ruochen calmly stretched out his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Bai Qing'er stared at the Golden Burial White Tiger and said, "He wants to try it himself. If I kill it, you won't have any objections, right?"

"If you can kill him, it's only because he is seeking death." The Golden Burial White Tiger also seemed to have great confidence in Zhang Ruochen.

At a distance of thirty miles, let alone Zhang Ruochen, even a strong man like Wu Yueming Emperor would not be able to escape.

Bai Qing'er really didn't believe that Zhang Ruochen could escape from her only with his cultivation at the Baiyong Realm and without the power of the Golden Burial White Tiger.

"Whoa!"

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

With her status and cultivation, she can kill a Hundred Flails Realm Great Sage without using her true body.

One clone is enough.

Just like Zhang Ruochen took action to kill a holy king, if he used his true body, then he would be too fond of that holy king.

"Wow!"

Although it was a clone, the speed it erupted was more than ten thousand times the speed of sound, spanning thirty miles like lightning, and a claw clasped at Zhang Ruochen's neck.

The neck was crushed.

But that was just Zhang Ruochen's afterimage.

Zhang Ruochen's real body had already crossed the space and moved out, appearing eight hundred miles away, saying: "You want to kill me as soon as you have a clone. You underestimate the descendants of time and space!"

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

With a thought in Bai Qing'er's mind, a clone of Bai Qing'er automatically formed behind Zhang Ruochen eight hundred miles away and hit his vest with a palm.

Zhang Ruochen immediately held up the virtual time domain and moved away in space again.

The purpose of holding up the virtual time domain is not to block Bai Qing'er's attack, but to buy time for himself to use space movement. If you fight against a strong person like Bai Qing'er, you can separate them in a split second.

Win or lose, life or death.

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

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa..."

Bai Qing'er has created more and more clones, reaching dozens, each of which is far more powerful than Zhang Ruochen and can kill Zhang Ruochen with one blow.

Figures were flying all over the sky, as if there were thousands of goddesses in white, surrounding and killing Zhang Ruochen.

However, they were unable to hurt Zhang Ruochen in the slightest.

Zhang Ruochen has not only reached the Great Perfection of the Hundred Flails Realm, and has immense divine power within his body, but has also obtained ninety-nine ten thousandths of the secrets of space. In terms of his ability to escape, there are probably not many monks in the Divine Realm who can surpass him.

"receive!"

All the clones flew back and overlapped on Bai Qinger's body.

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

How could Zhang Ruochen not hear Bai Qing'er's disparagement? He didn't take it to heart and said with a smile: "If you were hunted down, assassinated, and surrounded all year round, you would be able to develop this skill. All monks in the world can do it."

Practicing for immortality can be said to be the only one who survives. Only those who survive to the end will have the last laugh."

"Then I have to be more serious!"

Bai Qinger 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 God of War's belt. Suddenly, the belt's blood glow was strong, releasing the divine energy and the God of War's thoughts, which condensed into Zhang Ruochen's back.

A pair of huge blood wings.

It is true that only when Zhang Ruochen is attacked by a god can the God of War's belt obtain the divine power of the bloody God of War, thereby saving Zhang Ruochen's life.

However, the God of War's Belt itself is also a treasure, which can be used to withstand mental attacks.

What Zhang Ruochen is most afraid of is Bai Qing'er's mental attack, because mental power can cross thousands of miles in an instant, and it is difficult to escape even if he uses space means.

Just in case, Zhang Ruochen inspired the Vulcan Armor, covering his whole body, and secretly activated the Heart of Truth.

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

The mental storm is silent, but when it is unleashed by a great sage with sixty-nine and a half levels of mental strength, no one in the divine realm dares to withstand it. Even those gods with weaker mental powers will.

Quite fearful.

Zhang Ruochen had various means of resistance, but still chose to use space movement to avoid contact with the mental storm as much as possible.

"The space has been fixed by me, how can you escape?"

Bai Qing'er spread out a palm, and then a 90,000-mile-long phantom of the palm print appeared, suspended in the universe, which was extremely shocking.

Zhang Ruochen seemed to be standing in the palm of her hand, his body as small as dust.

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

However, Zhang Ruochen is not what he used to be.

"You can't help it!"

Zhang Ruochen stepped down with the soles of his feet, and dense space inscriptions rushed out from the soles of his feet, intertwining into a space teleportation formation.

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

"Wow!"

The space formation rotated in a circle, and Zhang Ruochen disappeared instantly and was 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 90,000-mile-long phantom of the palm print.
To be continued...