As the wave of golden holy energy dissipated, hundreds of acres of osmanthus trees all collapsed like sand, and turned into powder.

Without the obstruction of the osmanthus tree, Zhang Ruochen finally saw a man in a golden holy robe sitting cross-legged under the cliff wall in the distance. He looked about thirty years old, with white face without beard, and his eyes were like golden stars, and he was comprehending a picture on the cliff wall.

All the powerful people in the Cloud Realm who were still alive bowed to the man and said, "The monks in the Guanghan Realm are too bullying and killing the sixteen holy heroes in the Cloud Realm. Please ask the alien king to kill them and avenge the dead monks."

A man named "Single King" "wakes up" from his understanding and slowly stands up.

The momentum emanating from him was majestic and noble, suppressing all the rebellious Cloud Realm powerhouses present could not raise their heads.

"So many people took action together, but even the six cultivators from Guanghan Realm could not take over. You have lost all the face of the Yun Realm. Humph!"

The alien king is now at the level of a half-step Saint King, but his snorkeling was deafening, which made the powerful people in the cloud world dizzy and pale.

Su Qingling, Ling Mi, and Wen Shusheng were no exception. A muffled sound came from their mouths and their bodies were shaking.

Even Zhang Ruochen felt a tingling pain in his eardrum, as if he had been stabbed by the needle.

Fortunately, he absorbed the origin of the golden spirit, the origin of the water spirit, and a large amount of divine blood. The realm of the physical body has greatly increased so that he can calmly resist it.

"The same half-step Saint King-level strength, the man named Ali Wang's use of power is better than that of the monks present." Zhang Ruochen's heart was dark.

Just spit out a sound wave casually, the alien king showed superior means.

Such a person's understanding of the holy path has reached an extremely high level. With an ordinary move in the eyes of ordinary people, he can also integrate it with the holy path, thereby changing and bursting out the power of the holy art level.

"The cultivation of the alien king is not below the twelve emperors, but should be at the level of a four-step holy king. Moreover, if you can come to the Truth Heaven Realm to practice, the alien king is definitely not an ordinary saint king. Even if he is a five-step holy king, he is probably not his opponent." Zhang Ruochen made such a judgment in his heart.

If it were not for the "equality of all beings" and relying solely on one's own strength, Zhang Ruochen would undoubtedly die against the strange king.

Of course, if you use the trump card of Yihuang Bone Staff, the ending will definitely become different.

The strange king had a sharp aura, very much like a superior, looking down at the ant under his feet.

When his eyes saw the purple sacred mountain standing beside Zhang Ruochen, flames suddenly burned in his golden pupils, "It is really a treasure that can be increased in combat power. Zhang Ruochen, dedicate it to me, and I can leave you a way out."

Zhang Ruochen said: "I have killed so many powerful people in the holy realm in the cloud world, and I still have a way to survive?"

"Of course there is a way out. As long as you hand over a wisp of your life holy soul to the king's control and promise to be my slave, I can protect you from death."

The tone of the strange king is full of momentum.

Ling Feiyu carried the Tianzhan Sword and walked to Zhang Ruochen's side and said, "Let him leave it to me to solve it!"

The alien king's eyes fell on Ling Feiyu and said, "It turns out that he is a two-step saint king. No wonder he can kill several powerful people in the Cloud Realm. However, it is better not to challenge me, otherwise he will die ugly."

"Yeah?"

When he said these two words, the power of sound waves was also spit out from Ling Feiyu's red lips.

"Bang bang."

All the powerful people in the holy realm of the cloud realm had broken eardrums and blood flowed out.

Even the strange king felt the sound waves stabbed on the eardrum like a sharp sword, which was extremely painful. He immediately mobilized the holy power to protect the eardrum before blocking the sound waves.

"What a condensed sound wave power, her control over the power is actually above me." The alien king felt shocked.

Being able to cultivate Jian Jiu to the Great Perfection, Ling Feiyu's control over power is naturally exquisite.

Of course, Ling Feiyu did not have a complete advantage, because like Zhang Ruochen, she did not understand the truth. However, the King of Different is different. This is not the first time he has come to the Temple of Truth to practice. The rules of truth he has cultivated are far more profound than Bai Jun.

Therefore, when you really fight, Ling Feiyu may not be the opponent of the alien king.

Although Zhang Ruochen did not understand the truth, he mastered the "way of space" and "way of time" in the ancient way.

It can be said that Zhang Ruochen, Ling Feiyu and Yiwang each have their own advantages and weaknesses. In the environment of "equality of all beings", it is really hard to say who wins and who loses.

The best way is to join forces with Ling Feiyu to win at least 80%.

"Let me try his strength first. If you can't take him down, you can help me." Zhang Ruochen knew that when he came to the Truth Heaven Realm, he would definitely encounter strong enemies from all walks of life, and some of them were not necessarily stronger than the alien king.

Therefore, first fight with the alien king and accumulate experience. In the future, you can only deal with it more calmly.

"Wow—"

Without any preparation from the alien king, Zhang Ruochen used a time sword technique. In an instant, the tip of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword stabbed the strange king's eyebrows.

"Bang."

The alien king's body slid backwards, and golden lights flashed all over his body, and soon all of Zhang Ruochen's sword powers were dissolved invisibly.

The strange king did not fight back, but only used his eyebrows to resist the ancient sword of Chenyuan.

Gradually, he stabilized his pace and did not continue to retreat.

A smile appeared on the corner of the strange king's mouth: "It is indeed so fast that I can't avoid it even if I integrate time into the sword technique. However, my strength is too different and I can't break my immortal Vajra body at all."

Zhang Ruochen quickly withdrew his sword and quickly retreated back, his face becoming unprecedentedly solemn.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan is so sharp that it cannot even break the skin of the alien king.

"You have already given the way to live, but you don't want it. Then I can only swallow your body, absorb your essence and blood, and take the immortal Vajra body a step further."

The alien king strode towards Zhang Ruochen, as if he was walking, but in fact, a violent hurricane was shaking, and the speed was as fast as thunder.

"Yin and Yang Thousand Thunder Hands."

The strange king just used his palms, and a total of eighteen palm rules were integrated into the palm techniques, and then he used a mid-level holy technique.

The speed of using intermediate-level holy art is that even the Dehun, ranked seventh in the "Saint Merit List", cannot be compared with the alien king.

The faster the speed of the display, the faster the change will be. Often, his opponent has died under his palm before he has time to accumulate strength.

Even Zhang Ruochen was beaten a little too far from defense by the alien king, so he had to use space to move to avoid the alien king's attack.

The experienced Taoist of the alien king did not hit a palm and immediately hit the second palm, as if he could capture Zhang Ruochen's direction in advance.

"So amazing. Such eyesight and experience are not something that can be possessed by monks in the holy realm."

This time, Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to swing out the ancient sword of the Chenyuan and fight him head-on.

"Rumbling."

Hundreds of lightning and lightning gushed out of the palm of the strange king, bombarding the ancient sword of the Chenyuan, causing Zhang Ruochen to fly backwards.

The intermediate-level holy art is extremely powerful, and only by means of both intermediate-level holy art can it be blocked.

The so-called "Yin and Yang Thunder Hand" hits thousands of thunders with one palm, as if a thunder god was born, turning his hands into yang thunder, and turning his hands into yin thunder.

The four-step saint king, such as the alien king, has reached the level of superb use of the Yin-Yang Thousand Thunder Hand. Moreover, it can be used continuously, so there is no need to worry about the exhaustion of the holy power.

"Zhang Ruochen, although my cultivation level has been suppressed to the half-step Saint King, it is only one line away from the one-step Saint King. And you have just broken through to the half-step Saint King, and you actually want to fight with me... Huh..."

Suddenly, the alien king's eyes were stunned.

I saw Zhang Ruochen standing intact in the lightning. Not only did he not fall down, but the fighting aura on his body was actually rolling, and the sound of a dragon roaring like a roar came out in his body.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the purple sacred mountain, jumped up, and suppressed it straight towards King Yi.

The alien king once again shot out the Yin and Yang Thunder Hands, and thunder and lightning flew out like a river, colliding on the purple sacred mountain.

Two powerful forces are fighting head-on.

Even the intermediate-level holy art could not stop Zhang Ruochen and the Purple Divine Mountain from attack.

"What a powerful force."

The strange king only felt that his internal organs were trembling violently, and he stepped back step by step. Every time he stepped back, a large area would crack on the ground, just like the entire Jingxiang Cliff Temple was trampled by him.

The four-step Saint King was forced to retreat by a junior in the half-step Saint King realm. The alien king felt his face damaged and shouted: "I really think I can't deal with you?"

"Wow—"

In the temple, the rules of heaven and earth trembled slightly.

Then, the rules of truth were mobilized by the alien king, integrated into the palm of his hand, and combined with the Yin-Yang Thousand Thunder Hand.

The power of the Yin-Yang Thousand Thunder Hand burst into pieces has risen several times in a row.

The alien king pressed out his palm, and all the lightnings turned into dragon pythons, bombarding the purple sacred mountain, suppressing Zhang Ruochen below the sacred mountain.

The alien king has come to the Temple of Truth to practice seven times. The rules of truth that he comprehended are more profound than white anacondas, and the power that bursts out is even more powerful.

It can be said that Zhang Ruochen, who had not comprehended the rules of truth, suffered a great loss.

"Go to die for me."

The alien king rushed to a position dozens of feet high, and then turned into a golden light and fell down rapidly. The rules of palm paths and the rules of truth intertwined on his palms and hit the purple sacred mountain.

Zhang Ruochen was pressed under the purple sacred mountain. Before he could escape, the powerful palm power of the alien king had already slapped.

"Boom."

The purple sacred mountain sinks seven feet down.

The Jingxiang Cliff Taoist temple was full of broken cracks and extended to the outside of the Taoist temple. The long stone steps leading to the Taoist temple were broken into more than ten pieces, which seemed to have suffered a disaster of destruction.

"Is it over?"

The alien king stared at the purple sacred mountain, showing a suspicious look. Suddenly, he felt alert: "Not good."

The strange king was like a conditioned reflex, and he slapped his back with one palm, and the power of the holy Tao palm gushed out from the palm was layered, like waves on the sea.

However, a two-meter-long space crack was like a black boat, shaving through the waves of palm force and slashing towards the chest of King Yi.

"That's...space power."

The alien king felt a huge crisis, and his pupils shrank into two golden dots the size of needles. At the same time, his body shrank ten thousand times, becoming only the size of a grain of rice, and ejected out like lightning, trying to avoid the attack of the space crack.

When it ejected thirty feet away, the alien king's body expanded again and became what it was.

A bloody mouth appeared on his left shoulder.

Even though he could avoid the death and killing disaster, a piece of blood and flesh was still cut off by the cracks in the space. At this moment, a large amount of holy blood poured out of the bloody mouth, dyeing half of the alien king's body red.

"My immortal Vajra body is actually vulnerable in the face of space power."

The alien king finally realized that the junior at the half-step Saint King level opposite was difficult to deal with.
Chapter completed!