"It actually blocked?"

"The power of the queen can't destroy him?"

In the entire black market, I don’t know how many evil monks gathered, and they belonged to various major sects. At this moment, they were all extremely surprised, and some monks were even trembling, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excitement.

It is really unimaginable how powerful Zhang Ruochen's power can block the Zhenzi Seal with the blessing of the Queen's power?

Kong Hongbi and Guigu Saint General did not escape far away. They were still in the black market, hid in a stronghold in Mingtang, and opened the defensive formation.

Standing inside the formation light cover, Kong Hongbi took a breath of cold air and said coldly: "Ouyang Huan actually has such a powerful killer move. Once he plays the Zhenzi Seal, he may not be able to stop the first person in the "Semi-Saint List"."

As the young master of Mingtang, Kong Hongbi naturally had a killer move, but compared with Jieziyin, it was a little worse.

What's even more annoying is that Zhang Ruochen actually has Buddhist treasures that can push his cultivation to the holy general, which also suppressed Kong Hongbi.

If this continues, won’t the position of the number one master in the holy realm of the human race be saved soon?

Kong Hongbi secretly made up his mind to return to Mingtang and would definitely ask the master to take him to pay homage to the Saint Ancestor. Only the Saint Ancestor can take out treasures comparable to the Seal of the Realm and help him fight against the nine major Seals.

Previously, the sword energy ravines that Zhang Ruochen slashed with his sword were slowly closing.

The black market city divided into two halves, two large land blocks are connected again into a whole.

Under Zhang Ruochen's feet, black inscriptions appeared, like a net, covering every street in the black market, and at the same time, they were connected to the underground.

Someone opened the underground base array of the black market to prevent the Saint-level battle from causing irreparable losses to the black market.

The emperor's power radiated from the Jiezi Seal and the Buddha's light radiated by Zhang Ruochen, forming a subtle balance.

Even if a half-saint approaches ten feet, he will be beaten backwards by an invisible force.

"Only the Son of God and the Saint are able to fight Zhang Ruochen. We are close to the past, and there is no difference between sending death."

The monk from the Demon Cult, when he saw Zhang Ruochen fall down, felt shocked and immediately retreated, just trying to retreat as far as possible.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was not at all relaxed, as if he was suppressed by 100,000 mountains. He could only do his best to hold on to Jieziyin.

Even if he was a little depressed, in an instant, he and the Shi Meiren would turn into powder and die without a place to die.

The Jiezi Seal emits a mysterious force, suppressing the space, making the surrounding space extremely stable, like frozen.

Originally, in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, the space was just a piece of paper that could be torn and penetrated.

Now, the space has become a layer of iron, making Zhang Ruochen unable to exert the power of space movement and space cracks, and it seems quite passive.

Previously, Ouyang Huan threatened that he could kill Zhang Ruochen with just one move, and obviously he was preparing to use the Jiezi Seal.

Ouyang Huan and Zhang Ruochen were both injured and insisted on it, and it was time to see who couldn't hold on first.

Of course, Ouyang Huan was injured more severely. It would not take too long to continue the stalemate. He would definitely fall down within half a quarter of an hour.

Controlling the Jiezi Seal is by no means an easy task, and Ouyang Huan's injuries continue to aggravate.

"Master, if you don't take action now, when will you wait?" Ouyang Huan gritted his teeth and stared at the Master of Zhuguang Pavilion.

"Your Highness Son of God, I will help you with your help."

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion recovered from the shock just now, flew to the ground, and appeared at the edge of the Zhenzi Seal.

His hands, ten metal-like fingers, poured out ten demonic silk threads and flew towards Zhang Ruochen, who was suppressing under the border seal.

The ten threads of demonic energy are condensed by the rules of the holy path and represent the achievements of the Master of Zhuguang Pavilion for hundreds of years of practice. Not to mention the body of a monk, even a holy weapon can be cut off.

Ten demonic silk threads rushed through and completely wrapped Zhang Ruochen.

It can be imagined that as long as Zhuguang Pavilion takes the initiative to have an idea, Zhang Ruochen will become a pile of minced meat.

"I have already said that opposing the Demon Sect will only be a dead end." The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion smiled lowly.

Not far from Zhang Ruochen, Shi Meiren fell to the ground, tears flowing out of her eyes, but she shook her head helplessly.

At this moment, she didn't look like a sword saint at all. She was no different from a weak ordinary woman. She just felt that she couldn't help Zhang Ruochen at all and felt that she was useless.

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion looked at Meiren Shi with a meaningful smile: "Who could have thought that the Lord of the Holy Maiden Palace, who was tall and above, was also a useless woman. Lord of the Palace Master, goodbye forever!"

As soon as the head of the Zhuguang Pavilion closed his ten fingers, the ten demonic silk threads made a silence sound, shrinking quickly, wrapping them around Zhang Ruochen's eyes, neck, waist, and legs, trying to cut him into dozens of pieces.

Out of the expectation of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion, thousands of golden Buddhist scriptures appeared on Zhang Ruochen's skin, which actually blocked the silk thread of the demonic energy.

"How is it possible? How can defense be so strong?"

The head of the Zhuguang Pavilion was very angry, and his figure fell down, turning into a afterimage, rushing under the Zhenzi Seal.

His hands formed a holy art level fist mark and hit Zhang Ruochen's chest.

In his opinion, Zhang Ruochen is currently trying his best to support Jieziyin and has no ability to fight back at all.

Using a holy magic-level fist mark and punching, even if Zhang Ruochen has strong defense, he will probably lose half his life.

The black fist marks are getting closer and closer to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion and thought anxiously, "This punch can't be avoided at all."

If you bear this punch and suffer the suppression of Jie Ziyin, then Zhang Ruochen will undoubtedly die.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen would never sit and wait for death. He took a deep breath and meridians emerged on the surface of his body.

Immediately afterwards, a long roar came out from Zhang Ruochen's mouth, and circles of sound waves surged out, causing the Zhenzi Seal to tremble violently.

The holy energy of the whole body was like a rushing river, making a "rumbling" sound.

"Bang bang."

Zhang Ruochen slapped out nine palms in a row, and each palm could produce a dragon shadow, one palm was stronger than the other.

The last palm fell, and the small city-sized border seal was blown away by him.

In the distance, Ouyang Huan spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

His face was pale, he stepped back, his steps were a little staggering, and he seemed to be shaking.

At the same time, the holy art fist seal produced by the main Zhuguang Pavilion hit Zhang Ruochen with a bang, knocking Zhang Ruochen away.

Zhang Ruochen was prepared to condense the Buddha energy in his whole body in his chest and dissolved his great power.

"Bang bang."

The sound of breaking sounded one after another.

Zhang Ruochen crashed through buildings and flew backwards for more than ten miles, and finally hit the city walls of the black market and embedded them in, causing the city walls dozens of feet high to tremble slightly.

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion kept retracting the demonic energy, gathered to his right hand's palm, staring at the stone beauty lying on the ground, and said, "Zhang Ruochen should have been destroyed after being hit by this saint's true demon fist, and it will be your turn next."

"How dare you attack me?"

The Shi Meiren's eyes stared at the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion, and she actually regained some of her spirit.

The head of Zhuguang Pavilion was shocked and thought that the Shi Meiren had recovered.

You should know that Shi Meiren’s true identity is one of the nine palace masters of the Demon Sect and the peerless sword saint.

If the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion had gone to the main hall before and when he saw her, he had to pay respectful respect. How could he dare to feel offended?

However, the head of the Zhuguang Pavilion looked carefully and found that the Shi Meiren did not have the energy that the sword saint should have.

Just now, the reason why she said that was probably because of her unwillingness.

"Godun. So what if you do something to you? Do you think you are still the Saint Zun Ling Feiyu?"

A cold look appeared in the eyes of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion, with anger and an indescribable excitement.

Being able to kill a sword saint himself is something to be excited about.

The head of Zhuguang Pavilion raised his dark arm, pressed down with a palm, and hit Ling Feiyu's head.

However, there was a sword light that flew out first.

With a puff, the black ancient sword pierced through the holy soul domain of the Lord of the Zhuguang Pavilion, and the tip of the sword pierced into his chest, and penetrated inch by inch.

The impact force carried on the sword flew out with the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion.

Bright red holy blood kept flowing out from the chest of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion and spilling on the ground.

"Zhang Ruochen...you can even use the sword technique..."

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion put his hands together to block the Chenyuan Ancient Sword, trying to break Zhang Ruochen's sword technique.

"boom."

Zhang Ruochen was covered in length, his body was full of golden light, and he flew down from the sky, and made a big handprint, slapped the head of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion.

The head of the Zhuguang Pavilion Pavilion fell directly into his neck and lay on the ground.

The saint has strong vitality and is not so easy to kill.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen shot dozens of palm prints, like raindrops, and fell on the body of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion one after another.

It was not until the Zhuguang Pavilion was turned into a ball of blood mud that Zhang Ruochen stopped. His hands were full of holy blood, which was particularly bright red.

The entire black market was silent.

In the darkness, I don’t know how many people showed their fearful eyes.

"Zhang Ruochen, how dare you kill the saint of the Moon Worshiping God Cult?"
To be continued...