"Wow—"

Above the nine heavens, a three-color divine light broke through the black clouds and fell on the wall of the merit book, wrapping it up.

The attack powers of the three masters were all blocked by the three-colored divine lights, and even a layer of lime on the wall of the merit book did not fall down.

Dongliu Sword Master, Blood Spirit Feng, and Li Mu all breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, the wall of the merit book was not destroyed.

However, they immediately showed a look of confusion.

Where did the divine light fly from, actually protecting the wall of merit book and not want it to be destroyed?

The character who exerted that ray of light had a cultivation level that was definitely far beyond the saint's realm, and it might even be... a god.

Zhang Ruochen was also slightly stunned, and couldn't help but raise his head, looked upwards, looking for the answer.

"Boom."

The wall of merit book fell, but it did not sink into the cold sea of ​​black ice, but instead floated on the sea surface. On the wall, the three-color divine light was flowing, as if it was covered with a layer of light film.

On the Yueshen Mountain, the Great Sage of the Barbarian Sword walked out of the hall, stood on the high steps, and shouted at Tianyu: "What the hell is going on? Who is interfering in the battle of the saints' merits?"

The great saints of Guanghan Realm were all quite angry.

Because they found that the divine light was flying out of the Temple of Merit. It was obvious that a great man from the Heavenly Court took action to protect the wall of the Merit Book.

Above the Yueshen Mountain, a three-colored divine cloud emerged, stretching for 80,000 miles, and an extremely terrifying divine power came from the clouds.

A magnificent voice came from the divine cloud, "The saint's merit battle is three months, and there are two days left before the end. Before that, the last merit wall cannot be destroyed."

Facing the power of the divine, even the Great Sage is under tremendous pressure.

However, for the sake of life and death in Guanghan Realm, they had to stand up and fight with God.

In the heavenly realm, there are extremely restrictive restrictions on God. Therefore, as long as you stand on the rightful side, the Great Sage does not need to be afraid of God at all.

The Emperor Nirvana, one of the three giants in Guanghan Realm, walked out of the hall with his hands on his back and looked up at the divine clouds in the sky, without a trace of fear on his body, and said: "From ancient times to the present, no creature has the right to interfere in the war of merit, and even gods have no right."

The voice of God sounded without any emotion: "This merit war is different from the past, so it is naturally an exception. If it is a future merit war, every participant will think of the first thing that will not kill more evil tribes in hell, but how to destroy the merit wall. Then, what is the meaning of merit war?"

The Emperor of Nirvana said again: "Since God knows that this saint's merit battle is different from the past, he should let it end immediately, instead of watching the saints of the seven realms of Shatuo fight against the three million Rakshasa Marquis. In the end, how many people can come back alive?" "The Temple of Merit has its own rules. For fairness, three months must not be more or less."

After saying this, Emperor Nirvana continued to say more. Even the divine clouds in the sky disappeared and the divine power disappeared.

Emperor Nirvana clenched his fists tightly, and bursts of thunder came from his palms, and the anger in his heart seemed to burn everything in the world.

Zhang Ruochen fought hard to win the first place in the battle for the saints' merits for Guanghan Realm, but all efforts were likely to be subverted due to the interference of the Temple of Merit.

There are two days left. How easy is it to continue to maintain the first place in the battle of saints’ merits?

In the crisis-ridden ancestral spirit world, it is impossible to keep the wall of merit for two days.

"This hatred is irreconcilable. If I become a god in the future, I will definitely kill his soul." Emperor Nirvana said in a deep voice.

Wu Zu, one of the three giants, spoke, "The Moon God and the Tree God will come back soon. At that time, they will naturally go to the Temple of Merit to ask for an explanation."

The Great Sage of Nine Spirits said: "What the Temple of Merit is indeed unfair to do this. They are only allowed to change the rules, but they are not allowed to end the merit war early. After the gods of the Seven Realms of Shatuo came back, they would probably not give up when they saw such a situation."

...

The Ancestral Spirit Realm, the Netherworld of Ice and Cold Sea.

The few people present didn't know what happened, but they also understood that the last wall of merit book would probably not be destroyed. In this way, there would be a chance to turn the tables.

Dongliu Sword Master, Blood Spirit Wind, and Limu all showed joy and were about to continue to grab the wall of merit.

An arrogant laughter came from the sea in the distance, and the power of the sound waves shook the cold thousand-year-old Mingdong Water to stir up huge waves.

"Interesting, interesting. It seems that it is the gods in your heavenly realm who are unwilling to end the battle of merit and want to keep them on this battlefield."

Young Master Lingquan, with dozens of first-class marquis, stood on a hundred-meter-long black marquis shell and rode the wind and waves. They smiled, but released a powerful murderous aura.

Facing the large number of top experts from the Rakshasa clan, the few people present felt danger.

Dongliu Sword Master glanced at Zhang Ruochen and Li Mu, and said, "How about dealing with the Rakshasa clan first, and then fighting for the wall of merit book?"

"I have no objection." Zhang Ruochen said.

Li Mu nodded too.

Although the strength of the four of them is strong, it is impossible to fight against dozens of first-class marquises with the strength of any one person alone. Only by joining forces can one fight.

Young Master Ling Quan took out a piece of purple stone, pinched it into the palm of his right hand, and sneered: "No need to fight, today, none of you can get out."

A dense array of divine patterns appeared on the surface of Lingquan Shaojun's skin, and both defense and attack power increased by a huge amount.

"Boom."? The young master Lingquan rushed out from the black womb shell like a cannonball, pinching the fist of Zishi, and bombarding the small boat where Dongliu Jianzun and Blood Spirit Feng were.

A fist seal turned into a purple cloud.

Dongliu Sword Master's eyes were full of sharpness, and the powerful sword intent burst out, and then it turned into a sword light, rushed out of the boat, and collided with the fist of the young master Ling Quan.

"Boom."? The sword light was shattered, and the Dongliu Sword Lord flew backwards and landed on the boat again. His arm holding the sword was trembling slightly, and blood flowed out of the tiger's mouth.

On the other hand, Young Master Ling Quan didn't even have a blood mark on his fist.

The sword that burst out with all its strength was not even hurt by a finger of the Young Master Lingquan.

"Shao Jun Lingquan has a supreme and perfect physique, and there are divine patterns carved by gods on the surface of his skin, which greatly increases his defense and is an indestructible body. The purple divine stone he holds in his hand can also increase his attack power. With such a perverted defense and attack power, even if the Holy King encounters him, he may have to retreat."

When Dongliu Sword Master thought of this, he immediately mobilized the holy energy in his body and injected it into the boat under his feet.

The boat became larger and larger, and finally turned into a giant ship a hundred feet long. The dense inscriptions appeared and turned into a layer of defensive light shield, protecting the Dongliu Sword Lord and the Blood Spirit Wind inside.

Young Master Ling Quan retreated to the top of the Xuanwu Shell and laughed: "You can actually block the punch that Young Master exploded with all his strength. Your strength is still good. If you surrender to Young Master, you will definitely be highly valued in the future."

"Are you dreaming when you surrender to the Rakshasa clan?"

Dongliu Jian Zun and Blood Spirit Feng drove the giant ship and hit the Xuanwu Shell.

The Marquis of Kua Crow, the Marquis of Blood Rain, the Marquis of Evil Bai, the Marquis of Qi Zhen, the Marquis of Qianyu, and the Five First-class Marquis of the Marquis of the Great Sage, stimulating the original power in the shield and resisting the impact of the giant ship.

Zhang Ruochen stood in the distance and saw the attack of Dongliu Sword Master and Lingquan Shaojun, and said to himself: "Injure Dongliu Sword Master with just one move. Lingquan Shaojun's cultivation should have already broken through to the realm of a half-step Saint King."

When he was fighting with the Nine Heavens Xuannv, Young Master Lingquan was still at the peak of the Supreme Saint's cultivation.

At this moment, the combat power of Young Master Ling Quan was much stronger than that at that time. The ordinary One Step Saint King confronted him, and I am afraid that he would have the end of defeat.

Only a one-step Saint King like Chu Siyuan and Yue Kong can suppress him.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen sensed that he was locked and stared at the direction of the Xuanwu Shell. He saw that there were four first-class marquises attacking and killing him in the direction he was.

Two of them, Zhang Ruochen, still had some impressions, they were the two most powerful first-class marquis under the throne of Lingquan Shao.

Xianmao Hou and Cheng Xuan Hou.

Xianmao Hou is a Rakshasa woman with her mental strength reaching level 55.

Cheng Xuanhou's strength is comparable to that of a step-by-step Saint King.

With two such strong men, plus the assistance of two other first-class marquis with great strength, they can be used to surround and kill the Holy King.

Xian Huhou stood in the distance without approaching Zhang Ruochen, but sneered: "Zhang Ruochen, today is the day of your death."

Zhang Ruochen said, "Even Princess Rakshasa, she would not dare to say such big words. Just you want to kill me?"

"You overestimate yourself. The reason why Your Highness the Princess didn't kill you was because you still had value at that time. Otherwise, you wouldn't know how many times you had died." Cheng Xuanhou said in a deep voice.

"Yeah?"

Zhang Ruochen stared at Cheng Xuanhou. The next moment, he had already appeared in front of Cheng Xuanhou, waved his fingers, and a crack in the space was slashed out.

Cheng Xuanhou's face changed drastically, and he quickly moved horizontally to the right to avoid the cracks in the space as much as possible.

"Thorn."

Since this is the case, one of Cheng Xuanhou's left arm was still cut off by the space crack, and a large amount of blood flowed out from his shoulders.

Without giving Cheng Xuanhou the time to regain his arms, Zhang Ruochen swung out another sword, dragging out a pitch-black sword light and slashing his neck.

A head flew up from the neck.

The whole process happened in a flash. Not to mention Cheng Xuanhou, even a true One-step Saint King would probably be irresistible.

After the severance of the head, Cheng Xuanhou was only seriously injured and did not die. He quickly retreated and joined the other three first-class marquises. At this moment, he never dared to underestimate Zhang Ruochen again.

"Is life force so powerful?"

Zhang Ruochen was a little confused, so he slapped it out from the air. With a bang, Cheng Xuanhou's bloody head burst and turned into a rain of blood.
Chapter completed!