By killing Saint General Yan Xu and the seven elders of Zhuguang Pavilion, Zhang Ruochen has proven that he is strong enough to challenge the ninth-level half-saint.

However, no one would believe that he could defeat Ouyang Huan.

The same ninth level half saint is also divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage and peak. Saint General Yan Xu has just broken through to the early stage of ninth level half saint.

What's more, when Ouyang Huan was a sixth-level semi-saint, he already had the strength to kill a ninth-level semi-saint.

Now, his cultivation has reached the ninth level of Half-Saint.

I'm afraid that even if Ouyang Huan is a peak ninth-level semi-saint, he can pin him to death with just one finger.

In the distance, Guigu Saint General felt that Zhang Ruochen was a bit of an idiot and laughed sinisterly: "How arrogant. A mere low-level half-saint actually claimed that he wanted to destroy the legs of a world disciple. Is there anything more funny than this?

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Zhang Ruochen deliberately restrained his aura, and it would take at least someone of Ling Feiyu's level to be able to see through his true cultivation level.

Therefore, Guigu Saint General only guessed that Zhang Ruochen was still a low-level semi-saint.

After all, Zhang Ruochen only broke through to the semi-saint realm a few months ago. Even if he had a great adventure, he would not be able to cross the threshold of the intermediate semi-saint.

"Zhang Ruochen must be bluffing, trying to scare the demon cult monks, and then take the opportunity to escape."

Kong Hongbi felt that she had seen through Zhang Ruochen, and then her eyes were fixed on Shi Meiren. She felt more and more that she was extraordinary and should not be an ordinary woman.

When necessary, Kong Hongbi was ready to take action and snatch away Shi Meiren.

Some of the demon cult monks were standing on the edge of the street, some were standing on the rooftops, and some were hiding in the dark and did not show up.

At this moment, they all burst into dull laughter, seeming to be laughing at Zhang Ruochen, feeling that Zhang Ruochen was overestimating his abilities.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen snorted coldly, took a step forward, and stepped on the ground. Suddenly, the ground collapsed downwards, cracking like a spider web, making a "pop" sound.

At the same time, golden Buddhist texts, scriptures, and Sanskrit texts flew out from Zhang Ruochen's chest and turned into a sea of ​​words.

The ethereal sound of Buddha rang out between heaven and earth, as if tens of thousands of monks were chanting sutras.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen unlocked the third seal of the relic, and in an instant, a mighty Buddha energy surged out and entered his body.

After unlocking the third layer of seal on the relic, within an hour, Zhang Ruochen could have combat power comparable to that of a creature in the holy realm.

"Wow."

The golden Buddhist inscriptions in the sky converged towards Zhang Ruochen, condensing into a golden Buddha over a hundred feet tall.

The virtual image of the Buddha is golden, sacred and solemn, with water-like ripples of Buddha energy rushing in all directions, in sharp contrast with the blood-colored ghost energy in the direction of Zhuguang Pavilion.

"How is it possible? The aura on Zhang Ruochen's body is getting stronger and stronger, almost catching up with the creatures in the holy realm. Moreover, it continues to strengthen."

"Is there a holy Buddha living in Zhang Ruochen's body?"

"No wonder Zhang Ruochen dared to fight against the entire demon sect. It turned out he had a trump card."?...

The monks of the Demon Cult immediately used their physical skills and fled far away.

Only Ouyang Huan rushed forward alone, took out a white spear, and used the strength of both hands to shoot the spear out.

Ouyang Huan could tell that Zhang Ruochen had a Buddhist treasure on his body that could forcibly elevate his cultivation to the holy realm.

Now, Zhang Ruochen is not in his strongest state, but it is also the best time for Ouyang Huan to take action.

Once Zhang Ruochen reaches his peak state, I'm afraid no one here will be able to suppress him.

The tip of the spear released a flame, which condensed into a red fire cloud and dragged out a tail several meters long.

On the ground, all the stone slabs melted and turned into liquid magma.

"Bang."

The white spear penetrated the layers of Buddha's light and pierced Zhang Ruochen's heart with a devastating power.

However, when the white spear collided with Zhang Ruochen's body, there was a sound of metal hitting, like a giant hammer striking a copper bell.

Zhang Ruochen stepped back until he was dozens of feet away before he stabilized his steps again.

A groove half a meter deep and dozens of feet long was left on the ground, extending to Zhang Ruochen's feet.

Zhang Ruochen was not injured, there was just a white scratch on his heart.

His body turned completely golden, as if it was made of gold, with thousands of Buddhist inscriptions floating on the surface of his skin.

"Immortal golden body?" Ouyang Huan secretly shuddered.

The blow just now, even if it hit the lower realm saint, would probably be able to penetrate the opponent's holy body. However, Zhang Ruochen was not injured, how could it not be surprising?

Ouyang Huan stepped on the black lotus at his feet. His body speed reached the extreme, he grabbed the white spear and attacked Zhang Ruochen again.

"Chi Chi."

The flames gushing out from the white spear formed a ferocious flame claw, following the movement of the spear, hitting Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out a palm, reached forward, and grabbed the white spear directly.

The other hand suddenly struck out, breaking the white spear.

The golden palm, unabated, hit Ouyang Huan on the chest like a five-fingered mountain, causing Ouyang Huan to vomit blood and fall to the ground.

"Boom." The ground collapsed, forming a large, broken pit.

In the pit, Ouyang Huan's chest was sunken inward, most of his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely traumatized.

From this we can see how terrifying the power of Zhang Ruochen's blow just now was.

"What a ghost."

Without any hesitation, Kong Hongbi and Guigu Shengjiang turned around and fled as quickly as possible.

Zhang Ruochen's fighting power now was so terrifying that he knocked Ouyang Huan down with just one blow.

Who can fight him?

In the black market, the monks from all the major forces were also shocked and speechless.

The master of the Zhuguang Pavilion walked out of the darkness and said in a cold voice: "Zhang Ruochen, if you dare to hurt the Son of God, no one in the entire Kunlun world can save you."

Previously, the master of Zhuguang Pavilion was seriously injured by the Blood Moon Ghost King. After taking a withered wood pill, his injuries have recovered to 50%.

He has an aura that only a saint can possess, like the incarnation of heaven and earth, looking down at all living beings.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, the saint represents omnipotence, and there is no difference between "heaven" and "earth".

Zhang Ruochen responded silently, just shaking his head slightly, not taking the threat from the master of the Pearl Pavilion to heart at all.

He is not even afraid of the Queen and the court, so why is he afraid of the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult?

The master of Zhuguang Pavilion said again: "You used secret techniques to gain combat power comparable to a saint in a short period of time. However, after all, you are not a saint, and you cannot understand the mystery of the saint realm and the strength you can exert.

Very limited. If you meet a true saint, you will only die."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The master of Zhuguang Pavilion chuckled: "Although I am injured, it is not difficult to capture you."

"In that case, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Zhang Ruochen swung his sword and slashed, and a black sword energy connected the earth and the sky and flew towards the master of the Zhuguang Pavilion.

It wasn't until Zhang Ruochen drew his sword that the master of the Zhuguang Pavilion realized that he had underestimated Zhang Ruochen.

This son's combat power is much stronger than he imagined.

The master of the Zhuguang Pavilion did not dare to take the blow head-on, so he used the movement technique and moved sideways.

"Boom."

A gap opened in the center of the street.

The cracks in the ground continued to widen and spread into the distance, extending to hundreds of miles away.

If you stand in mid-air and look down, you will find that Zhang Ruochen's sword just now split the entire black market into two halves.

In the middle, there is a bottomless ravine.

The master of Zhuguang Pavilion stood in mid-air and took out a pagoda-shaped sacred instrument.

This tower, called the Thousand Locks Tower, is quite close to the warriors of the Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact. There are 893 inscriptions carved into the tower.

The palm-sized tower rose slowly, rotating and expanding, and soon became dozens of feet high, exuding a majestic aura, like a black mountain peak flying in the air.

When the Thousand Locks Tower rotates, it makes a "woo-woo" sound of wind and thunder.

Except for Zhang Ruochen and Shi Meiren, all the monks below have escaped.

The destructive power of a saint-level confrontation is quite astonishing. An ordinary monk, even standing a hundred miles away, may be killed by the aftermath of the battle.

"kill."

The master of Zhuguang Pavilion controlled the Thousand Locks Tower and suppressed Zhang Ruochen and Shi Meiren.

This is a blow from a saint, enough to smash through the earth and destroy a city. Even the defensive formation of an ordinary city cannot stop it.

Zhang Ruochen held the sword in both hands and slowly raised his arms.
To be continued...