win."

Luo Shengtian, who was sitting opposite Wujiang, looked at Zhang Ruochen and said, "Don't you think Zhang Ruochen is even more remarkable?"

Wujiang narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Zhang Ruochen had not yet broken the first shackle, but he was able to force Jiu to use all kinds of trump cards, which indeed made them, the masters at the top of the Bailuo Realm Dzogchen Ranking, feel huge pressure.

Yama Huangtu, who was sitting at the top, said: "There is no difference between this contest and a real battle."

"At least Jiu has won, Zhang Ruochen is still a little behind after all." Wujiang said.

Wujiang was shocked by Zhang Ruochen's display of strength. Not only did he feel a sense of urgency in his heart, but he also felt a deep sense of loss. Because, if he were in the same realm, he doubted that he could even block Zhang Ruochen's palm.

However, the thought of entering the Huntian Battlefield could kill Zhang Ruochen and prevent him from getting stronger, and the pressure and loss dissipated.

"Boom."

The seven-star ghost lotus hit the small jungle world and penetrated the entire world. The earth was torn apart, mountains collapsed, and rivers stopped flowing. All plants were corroded by the power of the ghost lotus and turned into black pus.

A world is destroyed!

Many monks feel regretful because they see that Zhang Ruochen's small jungle world has begun to take shape and can give birth to life.

The value of such a small world is comparable to that of an advanced life planet exceeding level seven.

If you take it out and sell it, you can sell tens of thousands of sacred stones.

There is no doubt that the small jungle world was beaten to destruction, which also marked Zhang Ruochen's defeat.

The corners of his mouth raised upward.

However, what puzzled him was that in the face of a certain defeat, Zhang Ruochen was as steady as a rock and did not panic.

"How can he be so calm?"

This thought just appeared in Xu's mind. Suddenly, Xu felt the world spinning, and the space he was in was flipping.

"No, Zhang Ruochen just used that small world to suppress my arm just to attract my attention. His real purpose...the real purpose is to distort space."

He stared to the left and saw that the Mingxi River that was originally flowing on the ground flew up strangely and flowed from the ground to the sky.

The monks from the hell realm downstream also sat in the sky.

Space, to his left, flipped ninety degrees.

"No, no, I can't lose..."

Xu roared silently in his heart and used all his strength to push down Zhang Ruochen's arm.

But it was already too late. The Mingxi River on the left was pressing down at a faster speed, and his ten-foot-long ghost hand was quickly soaked by the water of the stream.

Everything is a done deal!

According to the rules set by Prajna, whoever's hand is immersed in the stream first will be the loser.

Although Zhang Ruochen did not completely crush his arm, he distorted the space where Mingxi was located and defeated him according to the rules of the fight.

As an example:

Zhang Ruochen wants to walk from where he is to a pavilion 500 meters away. He doesn't have to walk these 500 meters. He only needs to use the power of space to shrink the ground into an inch and pull the pavilion in front of him. It only takes one step.

Step in.

Prajna was suspended in mid-air, looking at the distorted space, then staring at Zhang Ruochen and Xu, saying: "The winner is decided! The winner is Zhang Ruochen."

At the same time, Emperor Yama, who was sitting at the top of Mingxi River, suddenly pressed his palm to the ground.

"Wow——"

The distorted space was restored to its original shape by the force of the palm.

Jiu is not a person who cannot afford to lose, but at this moment, his eyes are blank and he cannot accept this result.

Xu knew that he shouldn't lose, but he also understood that he didn't regret losing. Although Zhang Ruochen was opportunistic, the power of space was also part of his own strength.

If he could be more cautious and not underestimate the enemy, Zhang Ruochen would not be able to succeed even if he used space power.

The contest between great saints is never a simple battle of strength.

Zhang Ruochen looked up at the sky, stared for a long time, and sighed: "In order to defeat you, I actually lost a world. Now I finally understand that in the contest between great sages, a world is just a chess piece. Between gods

What about the contest?"

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves, and suddenly, the small jungle world shattered, forming large floor fragments, flying into the sky, suspended over the Destiny God's Domain, and turned into space meteorites and cosmic dust.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!