Han Qiu was an army recruited from the underworld, all of which were composed of semi-saint-level undead spirits. The aura of death spread out floated in the air and condensed into a gray-black cloud.

If there are a few, or dozens of Impermanence and the Corpse King, the contenders present can still deal with it.

However, it was a army of undead, hundreds of impermanent and corpse kings, overwhelmingly pressing over, and even the strong men on the front line felt their scalp numb.

"She was able to summon the army of undead. Could it be that she was a master in the underworld?"

"The power on this woman is a bit special, giving people a feeling of being extremely yin and evil."

...

All the contenders gusted and slowly retreated.

Only Sun Dadi, who was in a state of rage, did not retreat. His eyes as huge as lanterns were filled with fire. He stared at Han Qiu who was flying in and shouted: "Traitor, you finally appeared. Look, I won't beat you to death."

Zhang Ruochen only told Murong Yue about Han Qiu's rebellion.

Sun Dadi later learned about this, so he hated Han Qiu quite a lot and thought Han Qiu was an ungrateful person.

"Bang bang."

Sun Dadi rushed out quickly, waved the iron rod, chopped, swept, or hit, and broke the Wuchang and the Corpse King into a burst, turning into ghost fog and bone powder.

Han Qiu's eyelids flipped slightly, revealing a look of disdain: "It's up to you?"

She stretched out one palm and turned her five fingers.

In the palm of the palm, a black vortex appeared, becoming increasingly huge. In the end, the space above the holy mountain also rotated together.

The black vortex swept Sun Dadi into it. The powerful vortex power made Sun Dadi lose control of his body soon.

"boom!"

Han Qiu's finger bounced, and then the black vortex shattered. Sun Dadi's body turned into a stream of light, flew out, hitting the mountain on the holy mountain, and colliding a large cliff wall.

"Zhang Ruochen, it's best to take good care of your subordinates. I will crush his head directly if I dare to offend me next time."

Han Qiu had a sharp aura on his body, and he raised his snow-white chin and looked at Zhang Ruochen.

All the creatures present were surprised.

Previously, they had seen Sun Dadi's combat power, which was slightly stronger than ordinary front-line strong men, but when they fought with the woman in black, they were like a child, and had no power to fight back at all.

The woman in black who was so evil in front of her was probably not far from the frontline strong men.

"Has she used to be Zhang Ruochen's subordinate?"

"How can such a powerful person betray others? He will definitely betray him."

"Zhang Ruochen is surrounded by talents, and anyone has the qualifications to become a saint."

...

Zhang Ruochen asked Er Sikong to dig Sun Dadi out of the soil. Sun Dadi's body was quite strong, but he suffered some external injuries and was not seriously injured.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on Han Qiu, revealing a strange look.

With his cultivation level, he could not see through Han Qiu's cultivation level. The dark body and the dark path were indeed becoming more and more strange.

All four holy flowers were taken away by Han Qiu. From beginning to end, no front-line strong men took action, and no one was willing to offend a powerful enemy at this critical moment.

Han Qiu collected the four holy flowers and stared at Zhang Ruochen in a proud manner, wanting to see if there was any regret on Zhang Ruochen's face?

However, from the beginning to the end, Zhang Ruochen seemed very calm and did not think how great it was for her to seize the four holy flowers.

"Zhang Ruochen! Zhang Ruochen! Huang Yanchen will only drag you down and cannot help you at all, but you chose her. You are destined to be a loser for the rest of your life." Han Qiu said in his heart.

At this moment, Huang Yanchen, Qingmo, Xiaohei, and Baili climbed the holy mountain and gathered with Zhang Ruochen and others.

At the foot of the mountain, the once bustling and lively capital completely turned into a sea of ​​fire. The hot magma completely swallowed the entire ancient city, and the cracks on the ground became larger, making it difficult to see living things again.

"We have taken some of the indigenous humans into the scroll world, but more indigenous humans have died tragically. We have done our best."

Huang Yanchen handed the Qiankun Divine Wood Picture to Zhang Ruochen, and then he felt two hostile eyes. The two eyes came from Han Qiu, who was standing on the top of the bone dragon's head, and Princess Mo Ran who was standing behind Zhang Ruochen.

Han Qiu's teeth nipped in his lower lip, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

With her current cultivation level, she has enough confidence to defeat Huang Yanchen and avenge her previous shame, so that Zhang Ruochen can see who is qualified to be the crown princess.

Princess Mo Ran is not only hostile to Huang Yanchen, but also her eyes are fixed on the Qiankun Divine Wood Picture.

Previously, Princess Mo Ran saw Huang Yanchen and others using this scroll to store a large number of indigenous humans in it. She was both surprised and curious.

How can a mere picture scroll hold so many people? Is it also a space treasure similar to a golden light hidden bag?

However, the treasures of the space will store the living person, and the living person will not be able to survive at all and will die soon.

After some speculation, Princess Mo Ran was a little suspicious. They collected the monks of the Qinglong Dynasty into the scroll, completely collecting blood and soul.

As the superior of the Qinglong Dynasty, Princess Mo Ran was naturally quite angry and could not control her emotions.

Da Sikong felt the hostility of Princess Mo Ran, and quickly explained, "Amitabha! Your Highness, Princess, don't worry, we are saving them, they are living well in another world now."

Princess Mo Ran smiled slightly, her smile was quite stiff. Obviously, she didn't believe Da Sikong's words at all.

Huang Yanchen was a little curious and asked, "Who is she?"

Da Sikong's heart moved and thought that the opportunity had finally come. So, without waiting for Zhang Ruochen to speak, he hurriedly said: "This female donor is Princess Mo Ran of the Qinglong Dynasty. Seeing that she is of extraordinary qualifications, I want to accept her as a disciple and teach her a whole body of Buddhism. But... the uncle seems very interested in her."

After saying this, Da Sikong quickly turned around and did not dare to look directly into Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

"That's right!"

Huang Yanchen walked to Princess Mo Ran with a smile, looked at her, and saw her toes from her face, not missing any details.

Princess Mo Ran held her breath and was quite nervous. She only felt that Huang Yanchen's eyes were quite penetrating. In front of her, she seemed to be a completely transparent person and could not hide any secrets.

"Yes, it's indeed a beautiful woman who is fascinating to the whole country. You are quite good at it." Huang Yanchen said to Zhang Ruochen.

When Huang Yanchen said this on his mouth, he also used his mental power to send a message to Zhang Ruochen: "This woman has a problem. She is definitely not an ordinary person. Her strength may be above you. She should be more careful."

Zhang Ruochen also mobilized his mental power and sent a message without leaving any trace, saying: "There is indeed a problem. He is definitely not a princess. When the spirit of the world is born, she should be exposed."

When Huang Yanchen saw that Zhang Ruochen had a clear idea, he stopped talking.

"Qingmo, look at her. As long as she dares to make any abnormal movements, suppress her as soon as possible." Huang Yanchen ordered Qingmo.

Now, Sun Dadi and Dasikong have been guarding Princess Mo Ran's side. Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen cannot take action at all. Once they take action, they are likely to fall into a civil war, which is not conducive to the next battle for the spirit of the world.

"Boom."

As the holy mountain vibrated violently, another holy flower flew out from the ground.

The seventh holy flower carries the seventh-grade holy source spiritual spring, similar to a black lotus, with a diameter of more than ten meters. A huge phantom of a barbarian bird flew up with a black lotus on its back and rushed into the distance.

The eighth holy flower carries the eighth-grade holy source spiritual spring, emitting golden light, lifted it up by the phantoms of two spiritual cranes and flew to the sky.

Both holy flowers have extremely amazing value, and a large number of front-line strong men rushed out to compete.

The barbarians and beasts set their sights on the seventh holy flower, the Vermilion Bird Fairy and the Kun Prince, led more than a dozen ancient relics to rush forward and knocked all the other contenders away.

In addition, there are also a group of alien creatures who are also very interested in the seventh holy flower and have become the biggest competitors of all wild beast races.

The human race targeted the eighth holy flower, led by monks, Long Sui Chi, and Qi Feiyu. More than a dozen masters composed of front-line strong men and quasi-saints followed closely behind them.

The Immortal Vampire side rushed out of the three princes and fought with a large number of masters and human monks.

This time, Han Qiu did not act rashly because the competition between the two holy flowers was quite fierce. There were more than ten front-line strong men fighting on both battlefields. Even if she had an army of undead and joined in, she probably wouldn't be able to get it.

Zhang Ruochen stopped the Grand Sikong and Er Sikong who wanted to join the competition and said, "The Spirit of the World and the Ninth Holy Flower should be born at the same time. Don't join the battle, prepare for the battle with all your might, and you must seize the Spirit of the World no matter what."

Just when the eighth holy flower was born, Zhang Ruochen faintly felt the faint breath emitted by the spirit of the world, so he made such a judgment.

Xiao Hei lay on the ground, pressed his ear to the ground, listened carefully, with a serious look on his eyes, adding: "The Spirit of the World is indeed possible to be born at the same time as the ninth holy flower."

Prince Qi Tian, ​​the Demon Dragon of the Heaven Swallowing Heaven, Xue Wuye, the Emperor of Heaven, Qiu Yu, and the four Eight Dragon Martial Saints of the Qinglong Ruins Realm, also had some senses.

Their eyes became sharper and sharper, and the momentum they emitted was completely different from before, just like a sharp sword about to leave their bodies.

"Wow—"

Prince Qi Tian radiated blood-red rays of light all over his body. Three pairs of blood wings slammed at the same time, and with a squeak, it turned into a stream of light and rushed toward the ground on its own initiative.

"Stop him."

The world spirit king of Qinglong Ruins Realm was really roaring.

A brilliant and grand power of the holy Tao surged out of Wang Huanzhen's body and turned into eight blue dragon phantoms dozens of feet long.

The eight dragon shadows are as powerful as the dragon shadows condensed by other eight dragon martial saints. They are very similar to being made of bronze. When flying, they also have "bang bang" metal collision sounds, and a large sparks appear.
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