"One, two, three, four... There are a total of fifty-seven Rakshasa Marquis, the most powerful of which is quite terrifying. It should be a first-class marquis. In addition, there are two third-class marquis."

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and said to himself.

Qing Mo's delicate body curled up beside Zhang Ruochen, stretched out two slender fingers, gently pulled the corner of Zhang Ruochen's clothes, and said, "Are they going to catch Sister Nalan?"

"Suppress them and ask them personally, isn't it enough?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Qing Mo shook his head quickly and whispered carefully: "They have too many, and there is also a first-class marquis. The strength of the first-class marquis is quite scary..."

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen raised the monument shield and broke through the wall of the ancient maple tree. With the other hand, Qingmo, which was curled like a little duck, rushed towards the Rakshasa Marquis.

Qing Mo was startled and couldn't help but scream.

The Rakshasa Marquis were all shocked and used the evil spirit in their bodies to make defensive postures.

Obviously, they are all experienced and respond very quickly.

Zhang Ruochen swung the monument shield, but did not trigger the inscription inside the shield, and directly rushed towards the closest fifth-class Rakshasa Marquis.

"Baku."

A loud bang in the body of the fifth-class marquis, and a large piece of bones shattered and turned into powder.

After lying on the ground, the fifth-class marquis bleed in seven orifices, trembling all over, and could no longer get up from the ground.

Zhang Ruochen glanced around and found a fire in the center of the group of Rakshasa Marquis, with four human saints driving on it.

Four long iron thorns pierced the bodies of the four human saints, as if they were baking four wild beasts, and their skin and flesh had been roasted golden.

This scene made Zhang Ruochen's scalp numb.

The book records that the Rakshasa tribe likes to devour human flesh the most.

Among them, the meat of the human saints is a delicious delicacy for them.

Zhang Ruochen put Qingmo on the ground and rushed over again.

"Bold, Lord Fengxing Hou is here, how dare you take action?"

Thirteen Rakshasa Marquis each grabbed a war weapon, rushed forward, and attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

Zhang Ruochen killed a fifth-class marquis with one blow. Of course, ordinary marquis naturally did not dare to take action. At this moment, the marquises who launched an attack on Zhang Ruochen were all fourth-class marquis and third-class marquis.

Especially the two third-class marquises, their strength is comparable to that of the most saints.

The two of them each own a tower-shaped Thousand-Secret Holy Artifact, which inspired Thousand-Secret Destruction.

In Zhang Ruochen's body, the holy energy was like a river rushing, making a rumbling sound.

With a swing of his arm, he smashed the monument shield and hit one of the fourth-class marquis. At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's hands showed the phantom of a dragon and an elephant, which sounded the sound of a dragon's roar and a roar, and hit the two thousand-patterned holy artifact towers.

"Boom."

The two giant towers were beaten back by palm force.

The two third-class marquis also flew out like parabola, vomiting blood from their mouths and a look of horror in their eyes. They could not imagine that the other party's power was so powerful.

Before they could land on the ground, Zhang Ruochen condensed a large handprint dozens of feet long and slapped the two into the ground. The flesh and blood burst out, leaving only two bloody skeletons.

In an instant, two third-class marquis were beaten to death, and Zhang Ruochen was so fierce.

The other Rakshasa Marquis were also frightened and did not dare to confront Zhang Ruochen again. They all retreated back and retreated behind Fengxing Marquis.

Feng Xinghou was about two meters tall, with thick arms, and his whole body was covered with strange magic patterns. Standing there, it was like a towering mountain of demons that was unmoving.

Feng Xinghou looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully and sneered: "There are very few people in the Seven Realms of Shatuo. Who are you?"

"The God Envoy of Guanghan Realm, Zhang Ruochen."

"So you are Zhang Ruochen."

A look of surprise appeared on Feng Xinghou's face.

"Fight." Zhang Ruochen roared.

The battle here will definitely attract other saints and Marquis of Rakshasa, so Zhang Ruochen must fight quickly.

"Wow—"

The Saint of Food rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body, extending green vines, and rushed towards the Marquis of Rakshasa. Thunder and lightning wires were intertwined on the vines. Once they entangled the Marquis of Rakshasa, they could not break free.

The Marquis of Rakshasa kept fighting weapons and trying to cut off the vines, but the tenacity of the vines was far beyond their imagination, and was no different from the divine chains, and they could not cut them at all.

"This is the legendary ferocious plant that eats holy flowers, and someone can actually subdue it."

"The Holy Flowers in the Evil Plants Rankings are quite high. I thought they were extinct, but I didn't expect that another plant would appear."

...

The Rakshasa marquis were constantly strangled by vines, and then dragged into the ground and turned into nutrients for eating the holy flowers.

Feng Xinghou glared at his eyes, and a circle of dark red evil spirits surged out of his body, shaking all the vines rushing towards him. Then, he suddenly rushed forward and punched Zhang Ruochen.

Feng Xinghou saw that Zhang Ruochen was the master and eating sacred flowers was just his parasitic plant.

As long as Zhang Ruochen is killed, the food of the Holy Flower will naturally die.

“Good come.”

The sound of thousands of dragons roaring sounded from Zhang Ruochen's body, his body burned and he bombarded with a palm.

One punch and one palm collided, and a loud sound broke out.

The gust of energy and waves rush out smashed the surrounding trees into powder, and even Qingmo and the Rakshasa Marquis were retreating one after another.

If there weren't a large number of space inscriptions in the dense forest, the destructive power caused by this attack on the collision would have affected quite a wide area.

Many saints and marquis of Rakshasa were alarmed, and some powerful figures rushed to the position where the battle fluctuations were transmitted.

Feng Xinghou was beaten backwards, and the amulets on his body continued to explode.

The human man opposite was too strong and could not stop him.

You should know that Fengxing Hou once fought against a one-step Saint King for ten moves, but he did not fall down. His strength is definitely strong.

"How is it possible? The realm of the true saint is not weaker than that of the One-step Saint King. It's too perverted! No wonder Shaojun wants to get rid of him so much. This person is indeed a huge threat."

Feng Xinghou took a deep breath, and the magic patterns on his body showed a dark red light, and a trace of aura that only the Great Sage had, emanating from the magic patterns.

"The power of the Great Sage."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes slightly sternly, and then he tried his best to mobilize the Jingmiao Divine Fire and bombarded it with one palm.

"Dragon and Elephant God Furnace."

Zhang Ruochen's palm was even brighter than a scorching sun, and the heat emitted seemed to melt the entire world.

The light emitted by the demon patterns on Feng Xinghou's body turned half of the dense forest into a dark world, and he roared: "The God-killing Art."

A harsh whistle sounded.

Then, a dark hand stretched out from Feng Xing's body, holding a sharp long thorn in his hand, colliding with the palm prints made by Zhang Ruochen.

"Crack."

The power of the divine fire destroyed the dark hand.

Zhang Ruochen's palm hit Feng Xinghou's body, causing Feng Xinghou's body to sink, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball.

Zhang Ruochen chased after him and did not give Feng Xinghou a chance to fight back, so he continued to play.

"Bang bang."

He made dozens of handprints in a row, and each hit made Feng Xinghou's body deform, and almost all the bones in his body shattered.

Even if the Great Saint Demon pattern was engraved with the body of Feng Xinghou, he could not resist it. The Jingmiao Divine Fire penetrated into his body, and then he turned into a fireball and started burning.

By the time Zhang Ruochen collected his palms, Feng Xinghou's body had been burned to ashes, leaving only a holy source floating in the center of the flame, emitting bright light.

Zhang Ruochen did not try to catch Feng Xinghou and asked about valuable things from his mouth.

After all, the Fengxing Hou was too powerful. With Zhang Ruochen's current strength, he could defeat him or even kill him, but he could not control him.

If Feng Xinghou explodes the Holy Source, it will be difficult for Zhang Ruochen to escape.

Therefore, he can only be killed in the most decisive way without giving him any chance to die together.

In the other direction, the battle has also ended. Except for one living mouth, all the other Marquis of Rakshasa were killed. It is worth mentioning that Qing Mo also killed three Marquis of Rakshasa and was collecting blood.

That living mouth is a seventh-class marquis.

Zhang Ruochen noticed that there were several creatures of very powerful strength and was rushing towards this place. So he immediately took the Saint-Food Flower back into his body, holding Qingmo in one hand and the seventh-class marquis in the other, and quickly left the dense forest.

A moment later, a black evil mist fell from the sky and appeared in the dense forest.

Young Master Ling Quan stood in the evil fog, glanced around, and sniffed gently on his nose. Then, flames surged in his eyes: "In less than a quarter of an hour, Feng Xinghou was actually killed. Who is it, with such powerful strength?"

"Swish."

The sound of wind breaking out sounded.

A series of nine first-class marquis rushed over from all directions and appeared around the young master Lingquan, all checking the traces on the ground and looking for clues.
To be continued...