Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, without despising or arrogant, as if he was saying a trivial sentence: "You are too ignorant!"

"What did you say?"

A strong murderous aura surged out of Yu Wenjing's body.

Zhang Ruochen said, "I said you are ignorant. Do you think I am still in the realm of a saint and use divine bones, so you want to forbid me to use space power?"

"boom!"

Zhang Ruochen stepped on the ground with a sharp kick, and the space suddenly fluctuated, and a space ripple spread out in all directions.

The divine bones floating in the twelve directions of the Taoist temple were all trembling violently, as if they were about to be shaken away.

Yu Wenjing's eyes changed slightly, and he quickly mobilized the holy energy in his body, turned into twelve holy energy light columns, and flew towards the twelve divine bones. Then, the divine bones became increasingly huge, and a large number of inscriptions and regular patterns appeared on the surface.

"The Twelve Palaces Divine Array."

The twelve divine bones rotated to form a huge vortex. In the vortex, various forces intertwined, and powerful waves of power burst out.

From a distance, it looks like a thick tornado rising into the sky from the Taoist temple.

Zhang Ruochen felt a little surprised and said, "The formation inscriptions were drawn on the divine bones. Through the formation, various rules in the divine bones were drawn out, thereby borrowing the power of heaven and earth. The formation saint master who refines this set of formations has very high skills!"

God, the rules in his body are endless. Even if it is just a divine bone, the number of rules contained is a huge number, which makes the Holy King unable to reach.

However, as God falls, the rules in the God's bones will become silent.

Using the formation inscriptions to activate the rules in the divine bones is an extremely powerful method, and only some ancient sects in the top and powerful world can do it.

A formation refined from the divine bones as the formation base is absolutely powerful and can be used to suppress a ruin.

This formation was the leader of an ancient sect in the Yin-Yang Realm. When Yu Wen Jing became a disciple of the divine religion, he gave him high hopes for him.

Yuwen Jing said: "Now do you still think that these twelve divine bones of mine can ban your space power?"

"Can't help it." Zhang Ruochen shook his head.

"I won't cry until I see the coffin."

Yuwen Jing was angry, stretched out a finger and pointed at Zhang Ruochen opposite him.

The twelve divine bones seemed to come alive, like twelve divine beasts, releasing dense rules of the holy way, intertwining into a huge ball of light, flying towards Zhang Ruochen.

In the light ball, at least three thousand holy rules are gathered.

Zhang Ruochen pinched his five fingers and stimulated the power of the Fire God's armor gloves. His right hand turned into a dazzling fireball and punched him out with one punch.

"Bang."

The light ball was shattered and the force burst out, and even Zhang Ruochen's finger was not injured.

Zhang Ruochen rushed towards Yuwen Jing quickly, raised his fist again, and a large amount of flames spread out.

"Zhang Ruochen's cultivation is only a three-step Saint King. How could the power burst out be so powerful?"

Yuwen Jing gritted his teeth, and there were clattering sounds in the meridians of his body, making the twelve divine bones run faster.

More than 400 rules emerged from each divine bone, like twelve rivers, gathered in front of him and turned into a divine seal the size of a millstone.

The divine seal flew out and collided with the fist that Zhang Ruochen made.

"Boom."

Yuwen Jing could not block the power and his body retreated backwards.

However, the divine seal did not explode and was still hanging in front of him.

Yuwen Jing stared at the man with flames burning with his hands, and was extremely shocked, "How is it possible? He was still repelled."

With the help of the twelve palace divine formation derived from twelve divine bones, Yuwen Jing can burst out the peak combat power of the six-step Saint King at the level of the four-step Saint King. He thought he could suppress Zhang Ruochen with a firm grasp.

But……

Zhang Ruochen's flame fist gloves are too powerful, they are simply an attacking weapon. It is estimated that only when the Seven-step Saint King takes action can he be suppressed.

Zhang Ruochen said: "If you have any other means, just use it!"

Yuwen Jing was naturally unwilling to be suppressed by a three-step saint king, and his eyes were cold, and he said, "Well, today I will let you see the power of the disciples of the God-Chapter of the Temple of Truth."

"The world of truth is above the heavens."

Yuwen Jing dissipated the divine seal, stood up straight, his hands folded, and a large number of rules of truth rushed out from the top of his head, blending into one with the sky. The rules of heaven and earth in the sky became active.

Above Yuwen Jing's head, a yellow-brown cloud condensed into a cloud of air, like an independent sky.

Zhang Ruochen felt an inexplicable invisible force pressing on his body, his expression became serious, and he said to himself: "Is this the legendary world of truth?"

Ordinary monks who practice the truth can only comprehend the rules of truth, improve their combat power, increase their understanding of the holy path, and improve the structure of their holy path.

Only the divine disciples of the Temple of Truth can cultivate the world of truth.

The four realms of truth, "The heaven is above", "thick soil is below", "the sea of ​​stars has no shore", and "the universe is boundless", one is more powerful than the other.

Even if you only cultivate the lowest level of "Emperor Heaven" and the combat power that bursts out can still sweep away opponents of the same realm.

"Zhang Ruochen, you should be content if you can die under my world of truth!"

Yu Wenjing raised his arms, and suddenly the yellow-brown sky above his head condensed into dense thunder and lightning, like a dragon and snake dancing, suppressing Zhang Ruochen overwhelmingly.

Zhang Ruochen took out the "Secret Book of Time and Space" and held it in his hand.

With a wave upwards, the pages of the book quickly swelled, making a "rattle" sound.

This is a breeze!

But every wisp of wind can tear a crack into the space. Finally, the breeze turns into a powerful storm of space cracks, shattering the yellowish-brown sky above Yu Wenjing's head.

"No...no... impossible. With the suppression of twelve divine bones and the Truth Realm, how could he exert his spatial power?"

Yuwen Jing could not accept the scene in front of him that was beyond his knowledge. He practiced hard for three hundred years before he could cultivate the world of truth, "The Emperor and Heaven are the Supreme", but he was easily defeated by a monk who had a weaker cultivation than him. It is conceivable how great the blow to him was.

Zhang Ruochen burst out rapidly, his fist burning with a blazing flame, and slammed into Yuwen Jing's chest.

"Bang."

Yuwen Jing mobilized the power of twelve divine bones again, supported a divine seal, and fought against Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen punched fiercely, and every time he shot down, he would make Yuwen Jing retreat backwards. His body was filled with blood and blood, and his internal organs seemed to be about to be shaken torn apart.

"Is this guy possessed by the God of War? He can't stop it at all."

As a last resort, Yuwen Jing had to call back eight dragon pythons.

His eight golden dragon pythons were all alien species in the prehistoric world, and all reached the realm of a holy king.

Eight golden dragon pythons wrapped around Yu Wenjing's body, and each spit out a sacred weapon with ten thousand-patterned patterns, which stimulated perfect power and kept hitting Zhang Ruochen.

"Bang bang."

Zhang Ruochen's fist was unparalleled, and a large amount of Jingmiao Divine Fire stormed outward, smashing all the flying holy weapons and turning them into pieces of scrap iron.

Yuwen Jing was frightened and knew that if he continued to fight with Zhang Ruochen, he would undoubtedly die. So he put away the twelve divine bones, without bringing the green fangs that were lying on the ground, and turned around and fled to the Taoist temple.

Behind him, Zhang Ruochen's voice sounded: "Without the formation formed by twelve divine bones, you will only die faster."

The sound followed like a shadow, as if it was ringing in Yu Wenjing's ears.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen's fist turned into a huge fireball with a diameter of dozens of meters, catching up with Yu Wenjing and hitting his back. The eight python dragons wanted to save him, but were shocked to death by the fist force at the first time, and their body exploded and turned into pieces of flesh and blood.

Yuwen Jing was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he shouted: "King Yan, please Queen, save me."

The sound spread throughout the Taoist garden.

At the same time, he stimulated all the protective treasures on his body.

"Boom."

The fist of the flame fell, and Yu Wenjing's body was beaten to fly out, like a cannonball, hitting a garden outside the Taoist temple.

The moment Yuwen Jing fell into the garden, he touched the Taoist Dharma in the Five Elements Land.

A "boom" sounded out, and Yu Wenjing's body was shattered into a bloody rain by a white light.

A disciple of the Divine Legend died like this, his body was gone and his soul was scattered.

Zhang Ruochen chased outside the Taoist temple. When he saw this scene, his mouth couldn't help but twitch, "The Taoist Dharma in the Five Elements Land is really terrible and must not be touched."

Putting away the twelve divine bones on the ground and returning to the Taoist temple, Zhang Ruochen stared at Qingyao and asked, "Are King Yan and Queen Lian nearby?"

"Yes, now you know you're scared?"

Green Fang slowly supported her body and let out a sneer.

Zhang Ruochen said: "King Yan and Queen Lian are indeed extraordinary people, but I am not afraid of them."

Qing Liaoya said: "At the Fengshentai, kill a disciple of the Divine Legend. Do you know what the consequences will be after the news spreads? Are you not afraid of King Yan and Queen Lian, nor are you afraid of the Temple of Truth?"

Without any signs, Zhang Ruochen slapped out with a palm and hit Qingyaoya's body.

"Boom."

In front of the palm of the palm, the space collapsed inward, the green fangs were torn to pieces by the space, and the body cracked like ceramics.
To be continued...