Long live Chi, Si Ming Goddess, the coldest years, the words of flowers, Bu Qianfan... All the saints of the court appeared one after another, and there were more than twenty people, with almost no casualties, becoming the most powerful side.

Chi Wansui's eyes glanced at Qi Sheng and others, and said with a smile: "Why are there only you left in the Immortal Blood Clan, Zulong Mountain, Jiuli Palace, and the losses are so heavy? What did you encounter?"

Qi Sheng's eyes sank, and then he smiled again and said, "What are you doing so proud? Even if we suffer heavy losses, it is because of Zhang Ruochen, not because of your court. In my opinion, the saints of the entire human court are all wine bags, and they are not as good as Zhang Ruochen."

Prince Motian said: "Long live Chi, you are still in the upper realm and are known as the first among the young saints of the royal family. However, in this prince's opinion, you are not qualified to carry shoes to Zhang Ruochen."

Obviously, the Immortal Vampire also knew the conflict between the court and Zhang Ruochen, so he said sarcastic words.

If so, the saints of the court and Zhang Ruochen fought first, it would be the best.

In the imperial camp, a younger soldier saint wanted to please Chi Wansui and snorted coldly: "Zhang Ruochen is just a serious offender in the imperial court, like a dog that is stranded. How can he compare with the Tai Sui King?"

Chi Wansui's eyes sank, and he glanced at the soldier saint, revealing a cold light.

The soldier saint suddenly felt his heart, and realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly closed his mouth and retreated.

Qi Sheng looked at Zhang Ruochen and laughed: "Did you hear that in the eyes of the human saints, you are just a stray dog, and they don't regard you as a member of the human gentry at all. In the Qinglongxu Realm, in the Blood God Cult, and in the Yin-Yang Sea, what is the point of fighting for the human gentry?"

The Demon Dragon and Mang Shisi also laughed loudly, deliberately showing a pity, and felt that Zhang Ruochen was very pitiful.

Ying Huo's eyelashes were slender, he blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, why not join the Immortal Vampire and do our jobs. The previous grudges can be written off."

Wanhuayu and Bu Qianfan showed a worried look, and were a little worried that Zhang Ruochen could not stand the instigation of the Immortal Vampire clan and would go to war with the court now.

Zhang Ruochen seemed calm and smiled faintly, but he just silently recuperated his injuries, too lazy to pay attention to those verbal and verbal warriors.

Huang Yanchen snorted lightly, a little dissatisfied, and said, "Now is an excellent opportunity to get rid of the immortal blood clan, Zulongshan, and the top genius in Jiuli Palace. Your court has not taken action to kill them. Do you have to wait until they all grow into existence like Pluto and Blood before taking action?"

Qi Sheng and Ying Huo both showed a strange look, realizing that Zhang Ruochen's fiancée was not a simple character.

If the saints of the court really attacked them first, then Zhang Ruochen could watch the wall and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Chi Wansui was decisive and issued an order: "War, destroy the immortal blood clan first."

The saints of the court took out holy tools and mobilized the holy energy to inject them into them, causing a series of thousands of destructive forces to fill the sky above the glacier continent.

In the ice cave, whether it was Zhang Ruochen, Qi Sheng and others, they were all injured by the cries of the fiery red bird, and naturally they could not be the opponents of the saints of the court.

Qi Sheng was not panicked, calm and calm, and smiled and said, "Don't you think that the only ones of us young saints in the Immortal Vampire Clan are really the only ones who are we who are young saints enter the Yin-Yang Sea?"

"Boom."

More than twenty holy artifacts rose into the void, forming a cloud condensed by the destructive force of thousands of patterns. In the clouds, there are lightning and lightning one meter in diameter shuttles and intertwined into a net; there are also heavenly fires burning and condensed into the shape of a lotus.

The clouds covering hundreds of miles of radius are crushed downwards, and the world makes crackling sounds, giving people a feeling of falling sky and sinking.

At this moment, a golden light ball appeared above Qi Sheng, Ying Huo, Prince Mo Tian and others. In a vague way, a burly figure could be seen standing inside the light ball.

The figure just stretched out a palm and pressed it into the sky, and it condensed a large handprint that was hundreds of miles long.

More than twenty holy artifacts collided with the handprints, just like rain clicking on the stone slab, just making a series of roars.

Then, the Great Handprint turned over and all the holy artifacts were pressed back.

The saints of the court were startled and used their means to communicate with the spirits of the holy artifacts. After a while of rushing, they regained control of the holy artifacts. Several saints were caught off guard, suffered heavy damage, and fell to the ground.

"What a great means."

Zhang Ruochen stood aside and felt a wave of overwhelming force sweeping the world. So, he took Huang Yanchen and others to retreat to the distance to avoid being targeted by the powerful figure of the Immortal Vampire clan.

Inside the golden light ball, the figure was wearing a golden silk python robe, with wide shoulders and wide body, full of energy, and even his skin was as golden as gold. He just stood quietly in the air, and there were powerful fluctuations of power gushing outwards.

More than 20 saints made out the holy weapon, but he beat him back. This shows that this person must be a true saint, and may even be a supreme saint.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the figure and said to himself three words: "Prince Xia."

The figure standing inside the golden light ball was Prince Xia of the Huangtian tribe.

Prince Xia once arrived in Tiantaizhou with Emperor Huang, trying to control the Blood God Cult, but was besieged by the black market and the court.

In that battle, the entire Huangtian tribe's undead blood clan was wiped out, but only Prince Xia escaped seriously injured.

Seeing Prince Xia appear, all the saints of the court changed drastically. They looked at the goddess Siming and Chi Longsui, waiting for them to give orders and quickly escape from this place.

Obviously, the Immortal Vampire also wanted to kill Chi Wansui, Si Ming Goddess, Sui Han and others. Prince Xia's body moved, and the golden light ball became increasingly huge. In the end, the diameter of the light ball reached 500 meters, rolling quickly, crushing the saints of the court.

The glacier under your feet trembled violently.

"Your Highness, this person is Prince Xia of the Huangtian tribe. His cultivation is extremely powerful. We can't resist it. Please order your retreat quickly!"

A human saint was frightened and his face was pale. The power that Prince Xia burst out was so powerful that he could crush all living things in the world.

The goddess Siming said: "No need to be afraid, there are also strong people in the imperial court entering the Yin-Yang Sea."

At this moment, a heroic voice came from a distance: "Xia Tiansu, what's the point of fighting with a group of juniors in the court? I'm here to fight with you."

A white dragon was traveling rapidly on the glacier continent, with a body of more than ten miles long. From a distance, it looked like a winding white river.

Wan Zhuoyi stood above the dragon's head, wearing the blue dragon armor, and rushed forward. The body of a human was suddenly turned into a blue dragon, stretching out a huge dragon claw, tearing a golden light ball with a diameter of 500 meters, causing Prince Xia to fly backwards.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes shrank and said, "The tenth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, the dragon travels to the nine heavens."

Zhang Ruochen also successfully practiced the tenth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, but he could only burst out forty-two times the attack power. Just now, Longyou Jiutian, which was hit by tens of trillions, burst out at least fifty times the attack power.

On the surface, the gap does not seem to be very big. Only monks who truly practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm will understand that every time they double their strength after reaching forty-two times of their attack power, it is extremely difficult.

Obviously, tens of trillions of achievements in palm techniques are much higher than Zhang Ruochen.

With his current palm skills of tens of billions of times, he can already attack the eleventh palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm. It is even possible that he has successfully practiced the eleventh palm.

"In recent years, the cultivation level of tens of billions has also improved by leaps and bounds. After the changes in the rules of heaven and earth, the cultivation speed of top geniuses is indeed far beyond the past." Zhang Ruochen said intimately.

A few years ago, when Wan Jiaoyi went to the Holy King's Mansion of the East Region to capture Zhang Ruochen, he fought with Xuan Ji Sword Saint once.

At that time, tens of trillions could not stop Xuanji Sword Saint's sword.

Today's 10 trillion yuan has increased by more than ten times.

The appearance of tens of billions of dollars greatly boosted the morale of the court and everyone was excited. The master in front of him was the number one existence in "Heroes' Fu". His cultivation was unfathomable. He didn't see that Prince Xia was repelled.

Wan Jiaoyi glanced around and smiled, "Everyone came for the thing at the bottom of the glacier continent. Since he had arrived here, why didn't he show up yet?"

"Boom."

The void shook violently, and a blood cloud emerged.

Inside the blood cloud, a ninety-nine-meter-high white bone altar floats. Sixteen dragon bones are erected at the bottom of the altar, like sixteen pillars, which are the skeletons that support the altar.

Thousands of human bones are arranged on the altar, densely packed and cannot be counted, and some of them are the bones of human saints.

At the top of the altar, there is a battle flag with the words "Zhongying" printed on it.

Below the battle flag, a man of seven meters tall, wearing the blood armor of the Hundred Saints, showed a look of evil spirits in his eyes, and said, "The thing under the glacier continent belongs to the Immortal Vampire Clan, no one can get involved. Otherwise, he will die."

After the White Bone Altar appeared, even the saints felt depressed, had difficulty breathing, and the holy energy in their bodies was not smooth, and they were suppressed by an invisible force.

The man standing on the white bone altar is like a demon god, making people feel scared.

Zhang Ruochen frowned and said, "I really didn't expect that King Zhongying actually came to the Yin-Yang Sea."

King Zhongying is the first king of the Qingtian tribe, and his combat power is second only to the Qingtian Blood Emperor. He fought with Kong Lanyou once in Sikong Zen Temple and was beaten seriously injured and died.

There was only 10 billion yuan that could remain calm, confronting the King of Zhongying, and said: "The First Central Empire is bound to win that thing, no one can compete with us. No one can compete with us. If it is not right, it will be dead."

"Just rely on you?" The kingly way to win.

Wan Zhaoyi smiled and said, "I am a junior, how dare I fight with Senior Zhongying King? In the court, there are two respected kings who have long wanted to meet you."
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