Even with the magic pattern protecting the body, it still cannot block the power of space.

Qingyaoya is a junior who is highly valued by Gods. Who knows if he has any powerful trump cards that can threaten Zhang Ruochen's life?

In dealing with a pride of heaven like Qingyao, Zhang Ruochen could only kill him with lightning speed. Otherwise, with Qingyao's will, he would likely counterattack at the death or even explode the holy source.

Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves and put away the words on the ground.

Those words condensed into an armor in his palm.

Zhang Ruochen did not study this text armor now, put it into the space ring, and immediately flew towards the palm-shaped holy tree, and put the two supreme fruits on the tree into the sacred wood jar.

"It's a pity that Yuwen Jing and Qing Fang's bodies have been destroyed. I wonder if the other three Supreme Perfect Fruits are on them?" Zhang Ruochen sighed inwardly.

"Hey, this is..."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at the trunk of the holy tree.

I saw a small piece of tortoise shell inlaid on the trunk.

I don’t know how many years the tortoise shell fragments have been embedded in it, and they have grown completely with the holy tree. If Zhang Ruochen had not observed it carefully, he would definitely not have discovered it.

"It's really wonderful, it's really wonderful."
Chapter completed!