The strange marks on Yan Wushen's forehead emitted extremely dark light, causing the Buddha energy and rules in this world to gather in a steady stream of time towards him.

At the same time, nearly 4 billion holy rules in his body poured out, creating a concrete world of hell.

The wind is shining, and the ghosts are howling.

In hell, there are blood hanging in the sky, there are millions of tombstones, the dignified coffin floating, and the white bones marching...

At the beginning, when Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen had the first confrontation, they were forced to sacrifice the sundial to resolve this powerful attack.

Now Yan Wushen’s cultivation is many times better than that of that time, and has evolved into the “Hell of Yama” again. The formation of the hell world has caused a certain degree of oppression to Zhang Ruochen.

"He has actually cultivated the rules of 4 billion holy paths, 400 million more than me." Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised in his heart, not knowing what Yan Wushen's chance was, and how he had such a great improvement.

"A mere hell of Yama can't suppress me."

A long whistle ahead.

The Shadow Dan Sword flew up into the sky like a white rainbow running through the sun, hedging with the Hell World.

One sword, the clone of the body becomes eight swords, and then the sixty-four swords are divided into five hundred and twenty-two swords...

Finally, thousands of swords flew together.

"If I was in full swing, I could break his Hell of Yama with just one sword."

Only with the lack of mobilizing all powers did he tore the Hell of Yama with thousands of swords and turned into wisps of gloomy ghost fog. At the same time, he vomited blood and suffered the backlash of various forces in his body.

"Puff."

The space sword that Zhang Ruochen cast, thirty-six swords, formed into one, hitting the missing chest.

The missing hands were pinched into sword fingers and controlled thousands of swords to block their chests. The dense sword lights were like the shimmering water surface, and they made a fierce encounter with the sword of space.

"Bang bang."

Ten thousand swords were broken.

The Sword of Space pierced through his missing chest with its power of destroying the dead and rottenness and flew out from his back.

The impact force carried by the sword flew backwards and hit a golden mountain, smashing a deep pit on the cliff.

Without giving him time to breathe, Zhang Ruochen flew over the golden mountain, and his left foot burst out with earth-shaking power, and he stepped on it heavily.

The golden mountain is more than 3,000 meters high and has a tight geological structure, which is even more stable than the mountain cast by gold.

"Boom."

The mountain was trampled down by the Yan Shen's legs, and a large amount of soil and rock melted.

After a moment, the golden mountain disappeared, leaving only a divine fireworks domain and a golden lava lake below.

Zhang Ruochen spread his ten wings on his back, controlling his body's balance, and his mental power tightly locked in the aura fluctuations, secretly mobilized the holy energy, injected the purple gold gourd, and activated the supreme inscription pattern.

Yan Wushen rushed to the nearby area, his eyes were terrifying, and was shocked for a moment by the power of Zhang Ruochen's Yan Shen's legs.

The strange mark on the side of his eyebrows flashed extremely dark light again. I don’t know if I wanted to activate Hell of Yama again or to summon Naihe Bridge.

Zhang Ruochen's ostentatious light stared at Yan Wushen, and secretly became alert.

"Crash!"

It turned into a black beam, breaking through the golden lava and flew into the air.

The injuries on his body became even worse, and his skin was burned black by the divine flames. There was no heroic figure of the number one person in the Great Perfection List of Hundred Shackles Realm. He was no longer a human form, and the wounds on his body kept bleeding.

The missing eyes were cast towards Zhang Ruochen and waved his right hand.

"Zhang Ruochen, I will give you the Emperor's Holy Idea Pill."

A ball of bright light flew to Zhang Ruochen at an extremely fast speed.

Zhang Ruochen was worried about fraud and used the space power contained in the real domain of space to resolve the impact of the ball of light fog, causing it to slowly stop in front of him.

After a closer look, it was indeed the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill in the light and fog.

Although he was extremely excited, Zhang Ruochen did not lose his mind and soon understood.

This is a slowdown strategy, and it is also a disaster to the east.

It is clear that the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill is now a hot potato, which is the most fundamental reason for his siege.

Even if he took the Emperor's Holy Idea Pill at this moment, the final result would probably be captured by the Yama clan, thrown into the alchemy furnace, and refined it into the pill again.

Originally, the star of the clan that hid in the Yama clan was an extremely wonderful strategy.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen's cultivation level far exceeded his estimates and became the two biggest variables that he lost today.

At this moment, the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill will inevitably be unable to be protected and can only send it out.

This person can only be Zhang Ruochen.

Because, even if Zhang Ruochen obtains the Emperor-grade Holy Idea Pill, he will never refine it immediately, but will save it and impact the single third-grade holy Idea.

"Let me leave it with you for the time being. When my injury is healed, I will definitely get it back with my own hands." Que thought so in his heart.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen knew that once he caught the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill, he would be besieged by many parties and ended up the same as before. However, he still reached out without hesitation and took away the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill.

"The road to the holy path I am going to take now is too difficult, and I cannot be without the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill."

Zhang Ruochen got the Emperor's Holy Idea Pill, without thinking, burst out as quickly as possible and rushed towards the exit of this world.

Front.

In the air, light spots radiated.

Those light spots are nine colors, forming a small vortex.

A blood-red sword flew out from the nine-color vortex, dragging out a tail dozens of meters long, and hitting Zhang Ruochen's heart.

"Asura Sword!"

Zhang Ruochen's pupils shrank deeply, and he felt both surprised and shocked.

Who is actuating the Asura Sword?

Is it a sword spirit or a varicose baby?

Not to mention Zhang Ruochen, even Yan Wushen and Que were extremely surprised.

The speed and power of the Asura Sword burst out is extremely powerful, and the grasp of the timing is very accurate, and it has hidden it without any flaws before.

With one sword attack, it contained mysterious sword intent and rushed straight toward the weakest point of Zhang Ruochen's defense.

Just a sword spirit, how can it be done?

At this critical moment, no means was used, but Zhang Ruochen used three moves in a row to resolve the crisis of death.

The first move is to use the power of the real domain of space to instantly freeze the space.

The second move is to shrink your body quickly.

The third move is to bend the ten wings on the back, wrap the body in, and turn it into a golden ball the size of a marble.

With the strength of the golden wings and the power of the ancestor's blood pattern, this move has been tried and tested when facing an unbearable sudden crisis.

"Bang!"

The Asura sword was like breaking through the frozen space, and the tip of the sword hit the golden ball, which was astonishingly accurate.

On the golden ball, blood patterns were densely covered with them, turning into a ray of golden light and flying backwards.

The golden ball hit the ground, stirring up a thick layer of dust.

In the dust, Zhang Ruochen's figure reappeared, and all the ten golden wings on his back were penetrated, flowing out golden blood. A blood hole also appeared on his back, with killing aura, invading his body.

While mobilizing the Jingmiao Divine Fire to refine the killing energy, he released his mental power and was alert to the lack of fear, Yan Wushen and Asura Sword.

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly on his face, and he understood that he lacked his previous situation. He was indeed under great pressure to be besieged by a group of geniuses who were so strong that they were perverted.

More importantly, this group of perverted geniuses will never be killed no matter how hard they are.

Just like a greedy baby, he still survived the attack of death.

Widths of nine and eighteen-colored light mist rushed out of the Asura sword and condensed into the body of a vague baby.

Vacant Infant stood on the sword body with his bare feet and said, "Don't look at me with such a strange look. If you want to kill me, you are not qualified."

"Did you devour the sword spirit and merge with the Asura sword, human sword?" Yan Wushen said with a smile as if he was thinking.

Vacant Infant glanced at him coldly and said, "You don't know how great the Asura Sword is, but after it was recast, it was unable to produce a sword spirit, so it stayed at the level of the Supreme Holy Artifact and failed to go further."

"I climbed Mount Asura and became its sword spirit, so I could take it away."

"In the future, I and it will step onto the top of the gods and the top of the artifacts."

"Lack, you want to give birth to a magic weapon, why don't I want to give birth to a magic weapon?"

The varied baby is not a human, nor is it any creature or dead spirit, but the killing spirit that is nurtured on the ancient battlefield.

That's how he can become the sword spirit of the Asura Sword.

The killing aura and the sword spirit can exist at the same time.

There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were upward, saying, "We are different. My future has infinite possibilities. And your future will definitely be bound by the Asura Sword. When you decide to take charge of the Asura Sword and become its sword spirit, the so-called cosmic divine fetus will be dead!"
To be continued...