"Since everyone is unwilling to compromise, we can only fight to the death."

Zhang Ruochen swept across, and the wave of air caused by the movement, shot more than 20 formation masters of the Yan Luo clan like kicking a stone.

"Wow!"

A mirror of a space wormhole appeared, and all the formation masters sank in.

Afar.

Yan Huangtu's eyelids twitched and realized that something was wrong.

No one knew where the other end of the space wormhole mirror was connected, but he guessed in advance that his body quickly burst backwards.

really.

As soon as he retreated, the mirror of the space wormhole appeared at the place where he had previously suspended. More than 20 Yan Luo formation masters with divine flames burning on their bodies flew out from it, screaming heart-wrenchingly.

Several of them had their bones burned to melt and were on the verge of life and death.

"Zhang Ruochen pinched the time too accurately!"

Yan Huangtu sighed and had to exert the cold power to help them drive away the divine flames on their bodies.

When more than 20 formation masters were suppressed by Zhang Ruochen, he could choose not to compromise, but now that Zhang Ruochen is thrown in front of him, he must not be saved.

This is Zhang Ruochen’s plan!

He pinched the time for a moment, so that he had to rescue him immediately.

After half a breath, Yan Huangtu extinguished the divine flames from more than 20 formation masters. On the right side of the body, another space wormhole mirror was opened, and Zhang Ruochen rushed out from it.

At this moment, Yan Huangtu had an illusion that space seemed to solidify and time seemed to stop.

No!?

Not an illusion.

The space really solidifies, and time does stop for a moment.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the soul-catching flute with his right hand.

He pinched his left hand into a palm print and hit Yan Huangtu's chest.

Yan Huangtu knew how terrifying Zhang Ruochen's palm print was, so he dared to be hit by him straight. Even if he had invincible defense and had the Imperial Dao Divine Bone, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

"Ao!"

Yan Huangtu roared, and tens of thousands of golden dragon shadows rushed out of his body, releasing a vast amount of divine power, shattering the solidified space, giving up the soul-catching flute, and retreating rapidly.

He stopped until he retreated a hundred feet away, still feeling scared.

"It's so terrible when the power of time and space are combined."

At that moment, my whole body was unable to move, and all the power and thinking stopped, as if I could only be slaughtered by others. That feeling made Yan Huangtu extremely painful.

Fortunately, time stopped for only a moment, and a little longer, Yan Huangtu was afraid that he would even lose his confidence in fighting with Zhang Ruochen.

"Xian'er, kill Xia Yu immediately...Xian'er..."

Yan Huangtu had just transmitted his mental power, but discovered an amazing scene.

At this moment, the space where Yan Zhexian, the Eight Sons of Life and Death, and Emperor Yu was located collapsed on a large scale, forming a broken area of ​​space with a diameter of hundreds of meters. So they all sank into the empty space.

From a distance, the picture was like a thin layer of ice on the lake that broke, and they all fell into the water.

"Zhang...ruo...chen..."

Yan Huangtu squeezed out these three words from the gap between his teeth.

Above the broken space, there is a mirror of the space wormhole that has not dispersed.

It is obvious that for half a breath of rescue of more than 20 formation masters just now, Zhang Ruochen first attacked the space where Yan Zhexian and others were, and then attacked him.

The speed is so fast that it is terrifying.

"The controller of time and space... This is the master of time and space! Can there be monks in the entire sky hunting battlefield control him?"

Yan Huangtu regretted it. If he had known it, he should have ordered the formation masters and talisman masters of the Yan Luo clan to arrange a large formation to suppress time and space first. Otherwise, time and space would be controlled by Zhang Ruochen, so how could he fight with him?

...

Yan Zhexian and the Eight Sons of Life and Death are also regretting this time.

The Battlefield of Sky Hunting is located in the Six Colored Divine Mist Nebula in Wugui Forest. The space is so stable. Even with their powerful cultivation, they can only tear a crack in the space at most.

However, Zhang Ruochen, the master of space, mobilized the rules of space, shattered a huge space hundreds of meters long with one palm, sweeping all of them.

"I will help you return to the battlefield with your help. We must suppress Zhang Ruochen, the number one position in the Yama clan, and we must never lose."

Yan Zhexian stood in a sinking fragment of space, and his ten fingers quickly drew eight talismans, hitting the eight sons of life and death. Before the space was closed again, he pushed them out of the empty space.

Yan Zhexian and Yuhuang sank deeper into the void space and were swallowed by the darkness.

Of course, the ancient gods of the Yan clan and the blood-jue war god soon took action to rescue them from the empty space.

"I finally sent them out of the battlefield. Now, I have no bond anymore and can finally fight with great pleasure."

Zhang Ruochen checked the soul-catching flute and confirmed that Emperor Yu's holy soul was indeed hidden inside. So he took out her mental power from the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus and put it into the space inside the flute.

He threw it casually and the soul-catching flute was shot into the void space.

I don’t know how many gods are watching this battlefield. Zhang Ruochen believes that the gods who rescued Emperor Yu will definitely take away the soul-catching flute.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen did not attack Yan Huangtu again. He flashed, crossed the mirror of the space wormhole and appeared in front of the pink skull.

"Zhang Ruochen, you are one step late. I have teleported 63 great saints of the Bone Clan to hunt down the 63 Nine-step Saint Kings of the Immortal Blood Clan."

The pink skull had already expected that Zhang Ruochen would be the first to deal with her, and was already ready. In an instant, the divine light filled his body, and a bone finger pointed at Zhang Ruochen.

There is a ruby ​​ring on the bone finger.

It is the supreme holy weapon of the Bone Clan.

When facing Zhang Ruochen today, the pink skull went all out as soon as he made a move.

This finger is a high-level holy art of thousands of questions, which is slow and fast, and is unpredictable. Even Zhang Ruochen has the heart of truth, he feels it is hard to figure it out and can't help but be shocked.

"The pink skull actually has such unique skills. If you hit this finger, even a strong man like Wujiang and Yan Huangtu may not be able to escape unscathed."

"Bang!"

Tens of millions of star light spots rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body, forming a world of truth with "the sea of ​​stars has no shore", and the lights of truth shone on the pink skull.

Finally, I saw clearly the attack trajectory of the bone finger.

Because of the influence of the true domain of space, in the eyes of the pink skull, Zhang Ruochen's body was sometimes far and sometimes close, sometimes left and sometimes right, which also made her feel unpredictable.

Just as the pink skull was lost, the seven-star ghost lotus flew out from nowhere and touched her bone fingers.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's palm print slammed hard on her chest, and ten swastika blue dragons flew out from their palms, making the pink skull scream and threw it out more than a hundred miles away.

"Impossible...how could he be able to break my phantom finger so easily. The phantom finger is combined with the power of the supreme holy weapon to form one."

On the pink skull's divine bone, there was an Immortal pattern lit up, resolving the power of Zhang Ruochen's full strength.

In the Bone Clan's own star, although the pink skull did not get the chance, there was also some luck that he had a deeper understanding of the use of the Immortal God Pattern on the Bone.

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen crossed the space and appeared in front of the pink skull again.

Before she could stabilize her body, she slapped her again.

"Bang."

The pink skull flew out again.

"I don't believe you really don't die."

Zhang Ruochen continued to take action, mobilizing the Jingmiao Divine Fire this time, preparing to refine the Immortal God Pattern on the Pink Skeleton.

I have heard Luo Yi say that the pink skull has an immortal body. He was killed three times by a supreme saint, but he survived three times, which was extremely strange.

Zhang Ruochen just didn't believe it.

There is only absolute power in the world, so there is no immortal body.

Just a breathing time, Zhang Ruochen knocked the pink skull away thirteen times in a row, making her unable to fight back at all. Every time she cursed, her voice was only halfway through, and she was interrupted.

Yan Huangtu gathered with the talisman master of the Yan Luo clan, stared at Zhang Ruochen and the pink skull, pointed his finger and said, "Shut down that space."

More than 60 great saints of the Yanluo clan took action together and drove out the runes that had been portrayed long ago and looked like city walls.

The runes like city walls originally covered the space of 20,000 miles, but at this moment, it shrinks rapidly, covering only a thousand feet of land.

He still wanted to continue to shrink, but was blocked by Zhang Ruochen's real domain of space and the realm of truth.

"Enough!" said Yan Huangtu.

The joint action of more than 60 great saint talisman masters was enough to cause great suppression on Zhang Ruochen, which was equivalent to turning from a tiger into a trapped beast.

The Yan Huangtu stimulated the supreme power of the heavenly Ruyi, rushed into the runes in the form of the city wall, and attacked Zhang Ruochen's waist and abdomen with one blow.
To be continued...