Luo's five fingers were pulled out of Wen Chu's skull, hugged his head with both hands, and quickly retreated. The ghost energy on his body overflowed, forming thousands of shadows of wronged souls.

It was Zhang Ruochen who cast the Soul-Devouring Curse.

Luo had just reached the realm of True God and had not practiced the world of Exiting the Divine Realm. Moreover, in the holy realm, he was neither a representative of Yuanhui nor a representative of Quasi Yuanhui. His background was much worse than that of Prajna and Gushejing.

A lower god like him is still a new god. With Zhang Ruochen's 71st-level mental strength and the ten thousand-cursed Dzi beads, he can naturally curse him.

Zhang Ruochen held the Ten Thousand Curses Dzi Beads in his hand, flew out quickly, landed beside Wen Chu, and called out, "Uncle Wen, I am Ruochen."

Wen Chu was very weak. When he saw Zhang Ruochen's figure, a profound and touching look appeared in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen slapped Wen Chu's chest with a palm, shaking out the seven iron thorns and chains that pierced into his body, and fell to the ground, about to take him away.

Not far away, Luo slowed down.

He supported the Dao Realm and barely resisted the power of part of the Soul-Devouring Curse.

"Zhang Ruochen, you finally showed up!"

Luo forced the thousands of unjust souls flying out of his body back. His palm was bright and his yin energy was surging. He made a magical palm print. In the midst of lightning, the palm print had already reached Zhang Ruochen.

"Zheng!"

The innocent sword flew out and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

The rules and rules of the holy paths and divine patterns of the holy paths in their body were all released. Zhang Ruochen stabbed out with a sword, integrated into the "one" sword-like holy intention, and accurately hit Luo's palm.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen held a sword in one hand and grabbed Wen Chu in the other hand. He was shocked by Luo's divine power.

However, Luo also took two steps back and shattered a large piece of ice.

A look of shock appeared in Luo's eyes, because he could see that Zhang Ruochen had not yet become a god in martial arts, and was still at the level of the Great Saint. But why could he cultivate more than 600,000 rules?

"Wow—"

Zhang Ruochen raised the Child Sword over his head, and the secret of swordsmanship in his body, and the rules of swordsmanship in the ancient and abandoned city... To be precise, it should be the swordsmanship god patterns left over from the death of the gods, constantly absorbing them and gathering them to him.

Zhang Ruochen's aura became stronger and stronger, and he was extremely sharp.

The blood-red light emitted by the Child Sword reflects the glaciers on the sky and the ground into red.

"cut!"
Chapter completed!