Zhang Ruochen had already seen that the strength of Nan Sheng's mental power reached the sixty-eighth level. With his age, this was a very remarkable achievement.

Although Zhang Ruochen's mental power is also at level 68, a great saint who is careful in the way of spiritual power and a great saint who treats mental power as an auxiliary will have no match for combat power. What's more, the Southern Saint still comes from Tiannan.

If you really need to fight mentally, you can't be the opponent of Nan Sheng if you add up ten Zhang Ruochens.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen had no idea of ​​competing with the Nan Sheng’s spiritual power.

Zhang Ruochen was extremely cautious and took out the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Beads, mobilized his mental power and injected it into it. The Supreme Holy Artifact formed a mental defense, and then stimulated the Fire God armor. The twelve wings on his back spread out, quickly rushing into the cloud of death's mind power, approaching the Southern Saint.

Only in close combat can Zhang Ruochen have a chance to win.

"His mental power has actually reached the sixty-eighth level."

Nan Sheng bent his mouth, closed his eyes, and gently waved his arms. The power of death was gathered in all directions of his body, forming a group of death demon butterflies.

The magic butterfly is only the size of a palm, extremely illusory and beautiful, and the butterfly wings are three colors.

"Swish."

The demon butterflies flew out quickly like a flying knife, leaving behind three-colored light marks. They kept hitting the Fire God's armor, making a sound of collision of gold and stones.

Every magic butterfly collided with her body, and it hit Zhang Ruochen like a heavy punch.

Looking at Zhang Ruochen getting closer and closer, Nan Sheng frowned. The most important thing about his "Death Butterfly Dance" was not the impact force carried by the demon butterfly, but the strong death-minded power contained by the demon butterfly.

Once a demon butterfly hits the body, the mindfulness of death will instantly invade into the body, corroding flesh and blood, and devouring vitality. Even the holy armor at the level of the king's holy weapon can not block his mindfulness of death.

However, the armor on Zhang Ruochen seemed to have a counterproductive effect on the power of death and could not penetrate it at all.

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen had reached within thirty feet.

"The Butterfly Emperor breaks out of the cocoon."

As Nan Sheng's voice sounded, a large number of three-colored death demon butterflies gathered in front of him and formed a cocoon ball with a diameter of about a meter.

Just as Zhang Ruochen slashed with his sword, the Butterfly Emperor was fostered in the cocoon ball, protruding out a slender colorful light arm to block the sword edge of the ancient sword of Chenyuan.

"Bang!"

A sword that can break the stars and break the moon was blocked!

"Thorn."

The cocoon ball broke and opened, and a huge butterfly emperor appeared, emitting colorful light all over his body. In addition to the three pairs of pointed and long colorful light arms, his body was a completely naked and stunning beauty.

The huge butterfly wings spread out and swelled gently, releasing colorful light spots, wrapping Zhang Ruochen.

The five-colored light spots contain powerful spiritual energy and can be used as psychedelic monks.

In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, the beauty with huge butterfly wings became more and more attractive.

Of course, this kind of illusion cannot fascinate Zhang Ruochen's mind.

He vigilantly realized that the Nan Sheng mobilized the rules of the Holy Way once again, condensed into a series of light swords and slashed from behind.

There is the Butterfly Emperor in front and the Sword Rain behind, and the situation is extremely dangerous.

"it's over!"

Nan Sheng thought he was sure to win, and his eyes were even more smiling.

Suddenly, a huge pain came from his heart, and the smile in his eyes disappeared, and instead he shouted loudly: "The Curse of Death."

The Sacred Heart is the position to store mental power. When Zhang Ruochen attacked the power of curses, it naturally affected the mental power of Nan Sheng. Even the colorful light on the body of the Death Butterfly Emperor controlled by the mental power was quickly dimmed.

Zhang Ruochen knew that his only chance to win had emerged!

Without hesitation, he activated one of the seven soul swords hanging in the sea of ​​qi.

"Anger Sword!"

A bright sword light flew out from Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows, penetrated the Butterfly Emperor's body, and then hit Nan Sheng's chest.

"call out!"

The thirty-six beast pictures and blood-red runes on Nan Sheng's body appeared at the same time, but the sword light still penetrated his body, making him fly out like a cannonball and crash into the ruins heavily.

The seven soul swords correspond to Zhang Ruochen's seven emotions: sorrow, love, desire, anger, joy, hate, and fear.

Among them, the Ai Sword is the strongest, and the Fear Sword is the weakest.

However, the strength of the seven swords is related to the mood of the monk. Any mood, if it is extreme enough, can burst out with unparalleled power.

As long as Zhang Ruochen was extremely frightened, even if he was used in the fear sword, he would be stronger than the Ai sword.

The power of the sword soul has a strong lethal power to the spiritual power, holy soul, and emotions of the monks, and the damage to the body is weaker.

"The power of the sword spirit is so powerful that it will destroy Nan Sheng's physical defense." Zhang Ruochen was secretly shocked. After all, he knew very well that because he was not angry enough, the power of the angry sword that was just triggered was actually very average.

Just like I have 100 million holy stones, but I can only take out 10,000 holy stones to show off, but I can't take out other holy stones on my body.

At the first moment, Zhang Ruochen shot out the ancient sword of Shenyuan and flew straight to the place where the Nansheng fell.

"Bang!"

The ancient sword of Chenyuan was beaten back by a seal technique.

With a "swish", Nan Sheng rushed out of the ruins, put a talisman on his body, and threw another talisman at Da Sikong and Er Sikong. Then, he fled quickly to the distance at the extreme speed.

He thought he could withstand the injuries of his body.

However, the trauma of mental power and holy soul was extremely serious, and in addition, it was impossible to understand the origin of Zhang Ruochen's sword just now, so he escaped very decisively.

Zhang Ruochen moved to Da Sikong and Er Sikong, pressed his palm forward, and used the means of freezing space.

"Boom!"

The talisman exploded and its power was comparable to that of an immortal saint who exploded the holy source. The frozen space was instantly torn apart.

Zhang Ruochen showed up ten miles away with one in one hand, carrying Da Sikong and Er Sikong. Looking back, the destructive force bursting out of the talisman was weakened and dissolved by the ancient divine patterns, but still razed a large area to the ground.

Nan Sheng’s resentful voice came from somewhere: “Zhang Ruochen, I remember this sword today! I will definitely return it twice in the future.”

Zhang Ruochen could roughly sense his direction, but he did not chase him.

A person like Nan Sheng must have many life-saving treasures on him. In addition, his cultivation level is strong, and he will have a very small chance of keeping him. Instead, he may suffer a great loss by ambushing him.

"See me again, you will fear me like a god." Zhang Ruochen said.

The Great Sages who had been staying nearby were all so scared that they were frightened and sneaked away.

Too scary!

Nan Sheng was defeated by Zhang Ruochen. If this news spread, it would definitely alarm the ten clans of hell.

They never believed that Zhang Ruochen was still in the Baijia Realm's cultivation level, and they all felt that Zhang Ruochen must have obtained a great opportunity in the Origin Temple and had already broken through to the Qianwen Realm.

"Uncle Master is so handsome. I want to practice swordsmanship." Da Sikong said excitedly and excitedly.

Zhang Ruochen put away the ancient sword of Chenyuan, took out two divine stones and squeezed them into his hands, and said, "You are not suitable for swordsmanship! However, I see that your physique and Er Sikong seem to be very special. What race are you?"

"What race?" Da Sikong was stunned and said, "Are we different? Oh, no, Uncle Master is a half-human and half-undead blood clan, Er Sikong and I must be pure blood humans."

"Yeah?"

A sword-shaped sword energy flew out from Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

The sword energy flew past the edge of Da Sikong's round face. The sword edge contacted his skin, making a harsh friction sound, and light spots sprinkled out.

The skin was not cut.

Dasikong fell to the ground, covered his face and screamed, "Uncle Master, do you have anything to say? Monks don't lie, I am really a human."

"Did you have any guesses in your heart?" Er Sikong asked calmly with his hands folded.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Forget it, ask you, most of you don't know. I'll go and ask your master in person when I have the chance."

Da Sikong got up from the ground, rubbed his fat face, and muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, I didn't lose my appearance."

Zhang Ruochen sat on a huge rock and said, "Now, tell me what happened and why were he chased by monks from the Temple of Death? Where are the demon voice, fairy, stone emperor, sword emperor and others now?"

At this time, true killing, true greed, and true delusion dragged the injured body one after another, walked out of the turbid ruins, and saluted Zhang Ruochen, Dasikong and the two Sikong.

Their cultivation is strong and no longer the central area, so the talismans are shattered and they cannot be killed.

Zhang Ruochen was about to take out the Spring of Life to help them heal their wounds, but he saw that they had already found one Yuanhui-level holy medicine one after another, stuffing it into their mouths like gnawing radishes.

Come on!

They now have more holy medicines than Zhang Ruochen.

If the monks in the Temple of Death do not chase them, who will they be pursued?

After taking the holy medicine, Er Sikong began to tell: "After the time after the uncle left, we have been picking in that area full of holy medicines, and we have all gained a lot. Well, by the way, a strange thing happened shortly after the uncle left, and the fairy disappeared!"

Zhang Ruochen asked, "What's strange?"

"The sound of the flute." Dashikong.

"What flute sound?"

Zhang Ruochen sat upright, his eyes becoming solemn.

Da Sikong said vividly: "It's just a melodious sound of flutes, which is extremely wonderful. The sound of flutes sounds, and the holy medicines, whether they are trees, grass, or flowers... all sway together, radiating ten times more than usual."

Er Sikong nodded and said, "The fairy disappeared at that time."

"How could this happen? The sound of the flute should not be Pluto. Could it be the new god of Kunlun Realm who has been following?" Zhang Ruochen frowned and murmured to himself.

Like A Le, Zhang Ruochen also vaguely felt that something had been following him since he was in the Hundred Clans Royal City.

At first, he thought it was his own illusion and didn't take it too seriously, but when he activated the space teleportation array, the feeling was very clear.

Therefore, he secretly speculated that it was the new god of Kunlun Realm mentioned by the Dragon Lord.

If a god enters the world of divine realm, even if he stands in front of Zhang Ruochen, it will be difficult for Zhang Ruochen to perceive it. Only by using the heart of truth can he detect a trace of strangeness.

"No, if the sound of the flute was played by the new gods in Kunlun Realm, why would those holy medicines respond? Could it be... Are there any alien creatures in the Origin Temple that have experienced eternal life without dying?"
Chapter completed!