A nine-step saint king exudes holy power, causing the storm to change rapidly within a thousand miles.

The sky is filled with dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

On the ground, strong winds were blowing, and the holy aura of heaven and earth seemed to boil.

"Colorful seal."

The one-arm of Venerable Zangxin became colorful, making the air bulge, turning into circles of air waves, rushing towards Zhang Ruochen below.

The colorful seal is an exquisite intermediate-level holy art, which is integrated with the rules of the palm path, and is extremely powerful.

Faced with this overwhelming blow, Zhang Ruochen could use space to move back to Wangshan. Even the monks in the Seok Temple believed that he would do this.

However, Zhang Ruochen stood there and did not move at all, and the holy energy in his body was running wildly.

The corner of the Venerable Zangxin curled his mouth and thought to himself, "A few days ago in Tongminghe, the palm force I made casually, but the palm wind fell on Zhang Ruochen, which caused him serious injuries."

"The colorful seal is my power-abundant attack. It is so powerful that it is many times stronger than the palm of that day. Zhang Ruochen actually wants to take it. OK, this palm will smash your holy body into pieces."

"Wow——"? Zhang Ruochen's right foot retreated back and pulled into a lunge.

When the Eight Dragon Umbrella was stretched open, a brilliant golden light suddenly appeared on the umbrella surface.

"Bang."

The palm print of the Venerable Zangxin hit the Eight Dragon Umbrella, as if ringing the bell of the world-stricken world. The energy of the Holy Dao spreads outward in circles, destroying everything around.

Zhang Ruochen's figure slipped back several miles away to stabilize his body.

The whole body was embedded into the ground, the holy energy in the meridians and holy veins was violently stimulating, and the blood in the blood was even boiling, and the internal organs seemed to be misaligned, but in the end, it blocked the attack.

"How is that possible?" Venerable Zangxin was incredible.

If Zhang Ruochen had the six-step holy king realm, he would have tried his best to slap a palm but could not kill a three-step holy king, he would have been quite surprised.

"Breaking through to the six-step Holy King realm, your strength has indeed increased greatly."

Zhang Ruochen became excited, laughed loudly, and his holy energy rushed towards the Eight Dragon Umbrella.

"Ao! Ao!"

Eight golden dragons rushed out from the umbrella and counterattacked the Venerable Zangxin.

Venerable Zangxin immediately flew backwards, and eight golden dragons chased after him, circling around his body, making dragon claws, and the air kept exploding.

“Buzz.”

Venerable Zangxin supported his hands outwards, and then a bell-shaped phantom appeared, shaking all the eight golden dragons away.

"You can also take my sword."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the hilt of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword with both hands, and dense rules of swordsmanship surged out from his body. At the same time, the inscriptions on the sword body continued to emerge.

A sword was like a stream of light, and it instantly attacked the body of Venerable Zangxin.

The Venerable Zangxin didn't have time to think about it, so he beat out a round shield at the level of the Ten Thousand-Secret Sacred Artifact and blocked it. The shield rotated rapidly, forming an increasingly huge vortex, with extremely chaotic power, intertwined in the vortex.

In the past two years of Zhang Ruochen's retreat, the swordsmanship has made great progress.

Although Jian Jiu has not yet cultivated to the Great Perfection, it has increased much more than two years ago.

Zhang Ruochen pronounced a broken word from his mouth.

"Paila."

The shield of the Wanshi Holy Artifact level was shattered by a sword, just like a ceramic one.

"My dewy shield..."

The eyes of Venerable Zangxin became red as blood, and it was difficult to accept this fact. The shield at the level of the Six-Yao Ten Thousand-Secret Sacred Artifact is so vulnerable?

Over the past two years, the ancient sword of Chenyuan has refined a large number of holy weapons, and has been removed from the seven-character sacred weapon.

On the altar, Feng Chengdao's eyes condensed and said, "Legendly, Zhang Ruochen's sword and the Queen Kunlun's blood-dropping sword were all made of using the material of creation. With one sword in hand, it will cut off all the war soldiers in the world. It is probably not easy for Venerable Zangxin to defeat Zhang Ruochen."

The faceless man smiled: "If you can't take Zhang Ruochen down, you will definitely become a joke in the Seok Temple."

Feng Chengdao said again: "The combat power of the Zangxin Venerable's own is only the weakest among the Nine-Step Holy Kings. With a broken arm, the holy energy was not smooth, and his strength was even lowered. However, his most powerful part was actually controlling the war corpse. It would be easy to deal with Zhang Ruochen."

The Chenyuan Ancient Sword instantly absorbed the military energy and essence from the broken shield. Then, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the rules of truth, integrated into the sword body, and burst out six times the attack power.

Venerable Zangxin continuously formed hand seals, forming one defensive light after another.

"Bang bang."

After a series of explosions, Chen Yuan Ancient Sword and Venerable Zangxin flew by by mistake.

Venerable Zangxin raised his palm and saw that the white bones and armor on his arm were broken and his five fingers became bloody.

The armor refined by the Great Sage's bones could not stop the sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

Venerable Zangxin was so angry that he was crazy. A nine-step saint king was injured by a six-step saint king in a head-on situation. Is there anything more embarrassing than this?

"Fight the dragon, fight the tiger."

Venerable Zangxin took out a shroud and shook it in the void, and suddenly two war corpses flew out.

These two war corpses were refined using two corpses of creatures with cultivation close to the Great Saint. They added various precious metals and medicines. After thousands of tempering, any combat power was not weaker than that of Venerable Zangxin.

As the shroud continued to shake, dozens of war corpses flew out immediately.

Although the combat power of these war corpses is not as good as that of war dragons and war tigers, they are both at the level of the Saint King.

It is precisely because Venerable Zangxin has the means to refine and control the corpse. In the Temple of the Gou Shen, his status is higher than Feng Chengdao, whose cultivation is close to the realm of the rules and the world.

Facing him is like facing three Nine-step Saint Kings, plus a group of masters in the Holy King Realm.

The ordinary Nine-Step Holy King is still a little frustrated when he encounters Venerable Zangxin.

"The old stick in the Temple of the God of Heaven has actually summoned so many war corpses. Chen Ye is going to defeat him. Let's help him."

The Elephant-Swallowing Rabbit wanted to rush out of Wangshan, but was dragged back by the Taoist Zhenmiao.

"Don't make trouble, Zhang Ruochen may not be defeated." The little Taoist Zhenmiao stared at the black altar floating in the air, thinking about whether to use the purple gold Bagua mirror to bombard it.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the ground, staring at the dim sky and the ferocious war corpses, and said to the air: "These war corpses are left to you to deal with. I will take the life of the Venerable Zangxin."

With a swish, Zhang Ruochen used space movement and disappeared from the spot.

A charming and colorful beauty appeared in the position where Zhang Ruochen was standing just now, and it was Moyin.

In two years, Mo Yin has refined a large number of holy sources, and his cultivation has reached the level of the Eight-Step Saint King, and his strength is stronger than that of the average Nine-Step Saint King.

"Crazy."

Her hair flew out, becoming hundreds of feet long, like a long black whip, sucking all the battle corpses flying in the air and falling to the ground in a scattered manner.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yin carried the endless sword at the level of the Seven-Shadow Ten Thousand-Secret Sacred Fire appeared on the blade, and his body flew out gracefully.

"Eating the Holy Flower... Zhang Ruochen actually dared to let a Holy Flower parasitize in his body..."

Venerable Zangxin saw the essence of Demon Sound, and finally did not dare to look down on Zhang Ruochen anymore. Instead, he was a little afraid.

Zhang Ruochen appeared silently above the head of Venerable Zangxin. The sword art mysterious aura condensed, dragged out a sword waterfall, and slashed it with one sword.

Feng Chengdao on the altar shouted: "Be careful."

Venerable Zangxin also noticed the danger and immediately cast a defensive talisman.

"Boom."

The light shield formed by the defensive talisman was shattered by Zhang Ruochen's sword. Venerable Zangxin fell straight down and fell into the forest below, and then dust rolled up.

Feng Chengdao no longer stood by and pointed his hand at Zhang Ruochen, and a beam of light flew out.

Zhang Ruochen knew that there was a big gap between Feng Chengdao, so he did not confront him head-on and used space transfer to avoid it.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the altar above and smiled: "I and Venerable Zangxin have agreed to fight fairly and justly. Is a senior and famous man like Mr. Feng trying to break the rules and join forces with Venerable Zangxin to deal with me, the junior?"

Feng Chengdao laughed: "Zhang Ruochen, I don't care about reputation. Even if you say this, I will still kill you."

In an instant, Feng Chengdao's figure jumped out of the black altar and appeared dozens of feet away.

Although they are all in the realm of the small world of rules, Feng Chengdao is many times more powerful than Venerable Zangxin. His figure keeps flashing in the void, and every time he flashes, he can cross dozens of feet.

Getting closer and closer to Zhang Ruochen. "The monks in the Temple of the Eyes are really shameless." The Elephant-Swallowing Rabbit cursed.

The monks of the Seok Temple on the black altar all showed anger when they heard this.

The faceless man holding the holy staff made a laugh from his belly, then he drove the black altar and rushed towards Wangshan.

The mental power of the faceless man has reached the early stage of level 59. This is exactly the case. Even if there are space formations and time formations blocking him, he still feels the thick holy energy of heaven and earth in Wangshan. There is very likely to be a holy land of awakening.

Any awakening holy land must have a large amount of cultivation resources.

As for Zhang Ruochen, if Venerable Youzangxin and Feng Chengdao take action together, they will definitely be dead but not alive, and there is no need to pay attention to it.

The black altar, I don’t know what mysterious power it contains, could not resist the space maze outside Wang Shan. Even the mark of time was blocked by the black light emitted from the altar.

All the monks in the holy realm of Wangshan were panicked.

If so, a large number of masters from the Temple of the God of Heaven will break into Wangshan, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The little Taoist Zhenmiao was still calm and said, "You all lend the holy energy to me and blow it down."

The Elephant-Swallowing Rabbit, the Demon Ape, the Evil Chengzi, and a group of saints and semi-saints all rushed towards the Zhenmiao Xiaodaoist. At the same time, the purple gold Bagua Mirror slowly flew up and floated into the air, emitting a purple light.
Chapter completed!