The confrontation between the two world-famous great saints did not cause the sky to collapse, but it shocked one after another of the great figures in the royal city of the Hundred Tribes.

The holy places of all ethnic groups were shaken.

The holy building where Yan Huangtu, Yan Zhexian, and the Earth Demon Clan and others are located is called "Kun Tower". It is a famous ancient scene in the royal city of hundreds of tribes.

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, when the hell realm declared war on heaven, there were powerful men of god-level who entertained the gods in this building.

Therefore, whenever monks come to the Royal City of Baizu, most of them will go to Kun Tower to pay homage to the famous places and recall the power of the gods.

In addition, Kunlou's defensive formation was powerful and it was very close to the place where Zhang Ruochen and the Son of Magpie fought. Therefore, more and more great sages were pouring in, all of them with great backgrounds, giving it the appearance of a great sage meeting.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, the Great Sage is the emperor in the holy realm.

However, among the great sages, there are also high and low.

Yan Huangtu felt something in his heart and looked towards the corridor.

The sound of footsteps gradually became louder.

After a while, surrounded by a group of great saints, a man and a woman came upstairs.

It is Prajna, the new goddess of the Temple of Destiny, and Que, who has entered the Thousand Questions Realm.

Que is like standing in nothingness, and few people can see his face clearly.

Prajna is like a pearl in the sky, extremely gorgeous, but as cold as frost, making the great sages of all races who come to visit feel inaccessible.

Yan Huangtu's eyes fell on Que and he laughed loudly: "You came just in time. I think that Magpie God Son is probably no match for Zhang Ruochen. Do you want to take action in the next match?"

Que walked to the window, his body as straight as a sword, looking at the long street with chaotic rules and overwhelming energy, and said: "Today is the home of the Temple of Death."

Yan Huangtu said: "Aren't you afraid that Zhang Ruochen won't be able to overcome the difficulties?"

The absence of a word is like a sheathed sword.

Xuan Zehai and Xuan Qingying were considered top-notch figures on the edge of the hell realm, and their own cultivation levels were far superior to Que's. However, with the arrival of Que, the two of them seemed somewhat cramped and felt a faint sense of pressure.

Prajna's eyes glanced at Yan Zhexian without leaving any trace, especially the position of her fetal belly.

Everyone in the building has their own quirks and is observing each other.

After a moment of silence, Que said: "If he were elsewhere, I would really be worried that he would fall into the hands of the Temple of Death. However, in this royal city of hundreds of tribes, I should be more worried that he would go on a killing spree and chop down the Great Sage as firewood. .but……"

"Do you think it's weird?" Yan Huangtu said with a smile.

"That's right."

Both Que and Yan Huangtu had fought against Zhang Ruochen more than once, and they knew him very well, so they naturally discovered some clues.

Que turned to look at Prajna and said, "What do you think, Your Majesty the Goddess?"

"Zhang Ruochen has almost completely mobilized the power of the demigod's physical body. His palms can move the sky, his fists can touch the ground, his supreme body cannot escape, and he is invincible in close combat." Prajna did not hesitate to exaggerate at all, and his evaluation was extremely high.

Yan Huangtu's eyes were as wide as copper bells, with a slight smile: "Did Her Majesty the Goddess not understand what we meant, or did she pretend not to understand on purpose?"

No wonder Yan Huangtu had such doubts. After all, almost all the great sages present could see that the reason why Zhang Ruochen was able to fight against the Son of God Magpie relied on his demigod body and the Yin-Yang Five Elements Holy Will.

With these two things, Zhang Ruochen is indeed invincible in close combat and has an advantage in this royal city of hundreds of clans.

Since it is something that everyone can see, do I still need to ask you, a goddess of extraordinary wisdom?

Prajna walked to Yan Zhexian's side and looked out the window. His beautiful figure was as vividly outlined as the picture of a fairy on the wall, and said: "Zhang Ruochen's style today is indeed different from usual."

"Yeah! This is the most confusing part!"

The King of Hell Tu continued: "In the Kunlun Realm, Zhang Ruochen kills everyone everywhere. No matter who the son or goddess is, or how big their background is, he will be killed if he is offended. The killings of the monks from the ten tribes in the Hell Realm are not without fear."

"On the battlefield of merit, there were also a lot of killings. The ghost master's children and former brothers and friends are all gone."

"Back then, in the Bingwang Goddess Building, Yuan Ji just casually said, 'You are like a turtle with a shrunken head.' This was to anger Zhang Ruochen and claim that he was humiliated and must kill him."

"Although Zhang Ruochen may have other motives, it also shows that he can't get rid of the sand in his eyes. Any monk who provokes him must be mentally prepared to bear his boundless anger."

"But now..."

Now, although the fighting is fierce on the streets, Zhang Ruochen's voice can be heard from time to time, urging Son of God Magpie to stop.

Is this still Zhang Ruochen?

"Peace is the most important thing. Fighting will not solve the problem."

"His Royal Highness, Son of God, please stop immediately. There is no need for us to continue fighting like this. It is better to go into the building and drink the holy wine, and get drunk and forget our grudges."

"It's really a misunderstanding. I didn't kill Shan Qiu. The truth will be revealed one day."

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Listening to Zhang Ruochen's thoughts, but the Magpie God Son couldn't attack for a long time, he suddenly became agitated, gritted his teeth with hatred, and yelled: "Shut up!"

"You really don't want to think about it? It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. I can swear in the name of the bloody god of war that I will never kill Shan Qiu." Zhang Ruochen's words were decisive and his tone was sonorous.

The monks present were shocked and realized that it was very possible that Shan Qiu was not killed by Zhang Ruochen.

However, does the Temple of Death really care whether Zhang Ruochen killed Shan Qiu?

The answer is obviously no.

The purpose of the Temple of Death is to use this as a reason to humiliate Zhang Ruochen, even kill Zhang Ruochen and take away everything from Zhang Ruochen. Of course, finding the ultimate source of divine crystal is also an important purpose.

The reason why the major forces stood idly by was actually to let the Temple of Death take the lead in checking whether the top-quality Origin God Crystal was in Zhang Ruochen's possession.

Prajna has never been able to understand Zhang Ruochen as hard as he does now, and his eyes are full of doubts.

"Whoosh!"

Magpie God Son pulled away and stared coldly at Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen showed joy, was polite, and smiled warmly: "Yes, it's a misunderstanding. Everyone should shake hands and have a good time."

Immediately, he looked at Yuan Ji on the Holy Tower in the distance and said: "Brother Yuan, I won't argue with you about the Goddess Tower!"

Originally, Ji's face was livid, and he wanted to curse, but he secretly resented it in his heart, "In the Goddess Building, I was almost burned to death by that phoenix next to you, okay? If you don't care about me, I still want to let you die miserably."

"

Originally said quietly: "Son of Magpie God, Zhang Ruochen can only compete with you because of his physical strength. Don't fight with him in close combat. With your cultivation level, you can kill him with just a flip of your hand."

Magpie God Son is not a stupid person, how can he not see Zhang Ruochen's strength and weakness?

However, this is the royal city of hundreds of tribes, and the cultivation of all monks has been severely suppressed, and they can only fight in close combat. It is not like in the starry sky, where you can instantly open a distance of hundreds of miles and release trillions of holy rules.

He can crush Zhang Ruochen to death.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Brother Yuan, why are you so cruel? I, Zhang Ruochen, have offended you somewhere? Please tell me in detail and make it clear. Maybe there will be no conflicts between us!"

Yuan Ji sneered again and again and said: "My dear Ruochen, no matter how much you give in, you will not be able to escape today."

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Ruochen's actions were indeed a sign of weakness due to the situation.

The more this happened, the bigger the smiles on the faces of the great saints in the Temple of Death became. They wanted to press Zhang Ruochen's head to the ground and stomp on it to feel even more happy.

"Fight, don't talk any more nonsense, even if you kneel down and beg for mercy today, it will be useless."

The magpie god son released all the 1.7 billion holy rules in his body, filling a space of tens of feet in radius, destroying all the dao locks, great saint inscriptions, and divine patterns in this area, forming a death aura.

A lush realm.

The 3.6 billion divine patterns are like 3.6 billion divine rivers flowing in the ocean of rules.

The 1,700 billion holy rules are like 1,700 billion boulders. The 3.6 billion divine patterns are like 3.6 billion mountains. Both of them are pressing down on Zhang Ruochen.

Why did Ji originally think that as long as he distanced himself, Magpie God Son could suppress Zhang Ruochen with a flip of his hand?

It is precisely because of the gap in the rules of the holy way.

Many monks feel that Zhang Ruochen's defeat is certain. After all, a hundred-flag realm saint who has cultivated more than 10 billion holy rules will be able to stand up to the sky.

The gap of a hundred times cannot be made up at all.

However, Zhang Ruochen was not as simple as they imagined. A strange spatial structure appeared around his body, and the 1,700 billion rules of the holy way could not directly press on him.

Compared with when he fought against the Iron-Blooded King Yunhuan, Zhang Ruochen had more means to deal with such a strong man who would never die before reaching the peak of his realm.

Zhang Ruochen looked gloomy and sighed in frustration: "Well, since I can't persuade you to change the resentment in your hearts, I can only find another way to solve this problem. Come on, Brother Que, I will accompany you to fight."

When he heard the word "Brother Magpie", the corners of his mouth twitched.

Unable to bear it any longer, the Magpie Goddess shouted: "Ming Jue Seal Technique."

He formed palm seals with his hands and mobilized his divine power and the rules of the holy way. Suddenly, the shadow of the vast divine river appeared around his body, and deafening waves sounded.

This holy art is one of the seventy-two supreme holy arts in the Temple of Death.

The Son of Magpie God has cultivated the Ming Jue Seal Technique to the ninth level, reaching the level of a high-level holy art that will last a lifetime.

When the palm print is made, the power is overwhelming.

Thirty-six billion regular divine patterns turned into thirty-six divine rivers, complementing the palm seals.

"Whoosh!"

The space trembled, and Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared.

"Space Shift! How is it possible that in the Royal City of Hundreds of Clans and under the suppression of my Dao Domain, he can still use Space Shift?"
To be continued...