The Painting Saint, Chu Siyuan, is definitely a famous figure in the Kunlun world and can be called a master.

At this moment, Chu Siyuan and the leader’s wife were gathering their holy power, and they released an increasingly powerful aura all over their bodies.

A green auspicious cloud appeared above Chu Siyuan's head, and thousands of words appeared, which looked like they were reflected on the blue auspicious cloud.

The leader’s wife stood on the ground, with her body as the center, and a whirlpool of blood and energy condensed, connecting from the ground to the sky.

Both of them are famous figures who became famous hundreds of years ago. Now their cultivation is unfathomable. Once they fight, the sky will definitely fall and the earth will be enough to destroy a territory.

Perhaps because of the danger, all the saints of the Blood God Cult were retreating.

Although the monks in Moyou Valley were protected by the leader's wife, they were still suppressed by the powerful aura and lay on the ground and could not stand up at all.

"I have already persuaded you. Since you have to seek death, I can only help you." The voice of the leader's wife came out of her blood.

Standing outside, Zhang Ruochen could not see the figures of the leader's wife and Chu Siyuan at all. He could only see the blue auspicious clouds and the blood-red vortex moving quickly, causing a shocking collision.

Two terrifying forces made the space tremble, the heaven and earth reversal, and the whole world seemed to collapse.

"Wow—"

A white text flew out of the chaotic energy and landed beside a saint in the lower realm.

A crater with a diameter of hundreds of meters appeared on the ground.

Half of the holy body of the lower saint was broken and covered in blood. Fortunately, his head and heart were not damaged, and he saved his life.

"I have retreated three hundred miles away, but I am still hit by the aftermath of the battle. Chu Siyuan and the leader's wife's cultivation is really terrifying, so everyone continues to retreat."

"A word flew out and almost destroyed a saint, which is too scary."

...

Even with the state of mind of a saint, it is difficult to remain calm at this moment, and they are rushing to escape far away.

Zhang Ruochen did not retreat, but still stood there, using his eyes to look at the battle between Chu Siyuan and the leader's wife.

This battle is very critical and there must be no mistakes.

If Chu Siyuan is defeated in the battle, then the Blood God Sect will be full of losses.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen stayed, took out two Saint-level blood-suppressing talismans, and held them tightly in his hand, hoping that it would help Chu Siyuan with his arm at the critical moment.

Except for Zhang Ruochen, Uncle Yue did not retreat. He stood beside a crack in the earth and looked over the sky.

Uncle Yue's cultivation is also extremely powerful, but there is a little gap with Chu Siyuan and the leader's wife. Therefore, even he can only stand by and wait and see, waiting for the right opportunity.

Uncle Yue looked behind him, stared at Zhang Ruochen, showing a look of surprise, and then said, "Hurry out of this area. With your cultivation level, any aftermath will also cause you to be wiped out."

Not only did Zhang Ruochen not retreat, but instead rushed towards the central area of ​​the battlefield.

Because the battle between Chu Siyuan and the leader’s wife had already distinguished the strengths. The blue auspicious clouds condensed by Chu Siyuan were swallowed by the blood-red vortex and became thinner and thinner.

Chu Siyuan is about to lose!

Uncle Yue also noticed this and ignored Zhang Ruochen and showed a worried look.

"Kowloon goes to the sea."

The voice of the leader’s wife spread thousands of miles apart.

The Jingzhe Dragon Pattern Cauldron flew out from her palm, and nine 3,000-meter-long dragon phantoms rushed out of the cauldron, making a deafening dragon roar, breaking through the green auspicious clouds and hit Chu Siyuan's body.

"Seven Life and Seven Death Map."

Chu Siyuan unfolded the "Seven Life and Seven Deaths Picture", and on the scroll, dense human figures appeared, colliding with the Jingzhe Dragon Pattern Cauldron.

"Puff."

Chu Siyuan spitted blood out of his mouth, flew back quickly, and retreated a hundred miles away.

His face became extremely pale, his aura had declined by half, and his energetic eyes became a little dim.

The Seven Life and Seven Death Picture is the treasure of the Huazong. In the "Ranking of Ten Thousand Patterns of Holy Artifacts", it is ranked higher than the Jingzhe Dragon Pattern Cauldron.

Chu Siyuan knew very well that the reason why he was at a disadvantage in this duel was that he had nothing to do with the weapon he used, because his cultivation was simply not as good as the opponent.

"Qiu Yichi's cultivation is really terrifyingly powerful." Chu Siyuan said intimately.

The leader’s wife held up the Jingzhe Dragon Pattern Cauldron, stepped on a blood-heat bridge, walked towards him, and said, “Chu Siyuan, you have been lazy over the years and have become a laggard.”

Chu Siyuan was not convinced and snorted coldly: "I have not slacked off in practicing. If you can achieve your current achievements, there must be other opportunities. That opportunity is related to the Immortal Vampire?"

"Is it meaningless to talk about those things now?"

The leader's wife raised her hands, and the sound of dragon roars sounded from the Jingzhe Dragon Pattern Cauldron, and flew up again, becoming more and more huge, and suppressed Chu Siyuan again.

Chu Siyuan is the biggest stumbling block. As long as he is destroyed, no one can stop her from controlling the Blood God Sect.

"Seven births and seven deaths, seven great worlds."

Chu Siyuan's body gushed out of his righteous energy, each of which was as thick as a river, all gathered into the "Seven Life and Seven Death Map".

The phantoms of seven worlds emerged, like a seven-story pagoda, flying forward.

The Jingzhe Dragon Pattern Cauldron collided with the "Seven Life and Seven Death Picture", and tens of thousands of inscriptions were shuttled through the air, and the sky was completely shrouded in chaos. Even if a hundred-patterned holy weapon was thrown in, it would be smashed in an instant.

Uncle Yue stood under Chu Siyuan and the leader’s wife, took out an official seal carved from green jade, and sealed it at the leader’s wife.

The first central empire only has nine state minister seals, all of which were cast by the Ministry of Divine Works. Although they cannot be compared with the Jiezi Seal, they are still a top holy treasure, and their power is not less than that of the holy artifact.

Uncle Yue, known as the most powerful person in the Tiantai Prefecture court, naturally has extraordinary strength.

"Kill."

Uncle Yue roared, and the seal of the state governor turned into a giant seal that was dozens of miles long, and appeared in the sky, gradually approaching the leader's wife.

While the leader's wife was fighting against Chu Siyuan, she snorted lightly, pressed a white palm forward, turning into a big hand seal, and hitting the provincial governor's seal.

"Bang."

The state minister's seal fell to the ground and injured Yue Shuzi.

Uncle Yue clearly realized the gap between him and the leader’s wife. If the master had not restrained the leader’s wife, the leader’s wife would have been able to kill him with the blow just now.

Chu Siyuan had a very difficult resistance. He held up the "Seven Life and Seven Death Picture" with both hands. Blood beads emerged in every pore, and his body seemed to be about to burst.

All the saints of the Blood God Sect were very worried, and felt that Chu Siyuan could not hold on for long and would probably die at the hands of the leader's wife.

Once Chu Siyuan dies, who can still stop the leader’s wife?

Next, if they do not surrender to the leader’s wife, they will all be dead.

"Even Uncle Yue and Hua Sheng were defeated. How many people can compete with her today?"

"The leader's wife has become a worldly female devil. Among the female human monks in Kunlun Realm, how many of them are her opponents?"

...

At this moment, everyone appeared, a young figure was about to rush towards Chu Siyuan and the leader's wife.

"That's... Gu Linfeng, did he dare to get involved in the battle between the Saint of Painting and the Master's wife. Are you afraid of your life?"

All the monks were in an uproar and could not guess what Gu Linfeng was going to do?

The leader's wife glanced at Zhang Ruochen, as if a god was looking down at an ant, and she looked very indifferent. She let out a breath and blew it over.

The air flow she exhaled turned into a devastating wind power.

Wind blades dozens of meters long shuttled through the airflow, making a "swinging" sound.

In her opinion, one breath was enough to kill Gu Linfeng.

Zhang Ruochen's reaction was astonishingly fast, very much like a lightning bolt, dodging left and right, and actually avoiding all the wind blades. The distance between him and the leader's wife was less than a hundred feet away.

"I'm still a little bit capable."

The leader's wife had to admit that she underestimated Gu Linfeng's strength, so she attacked the second time.

Nine black and shiny silk flew out from above her head, becoming longer and longer, and slashed towards Zhang Ruochen, very much like nine sharp swords.

The nine silks contain majestic rules of the holy path, which cannot be resisted by Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were firm, and he shuttled between the nine silks. At the same time, he beat two Saint-level blood-suppressing talismans out.

"Thorn."

A silk hit one of the holy-level blood-suppressing talismans, cut the talismans into two halves, and directly destroyed them.

Zhang Ruochen's heart suddenly jumped and he stared at another blood-suppressing talisman. If the second blood-suppressing talisman was also cut, it would be really heartbroken without tears.

Fortunately, the leader’s wife did not know the power of the blood-suppressing talisman and did not have much precautions.

The second blood-suppressing talisman successfully flew to the leader's wife.

"Bang."

The blood-suppressing talisman exploded and turned into white chain marks, covering the head's wife, suppressing the blood and energy in her body.

"not good."

The leader's wife's face changed, mobilizing the holy energy and blood in her body, and exerting all her strength to rush outward, trying to break the chains on her body.

"Bang bang."
To be continued...