"That's the Huo Copper City. It contains the power of the Great Saint left by Qiao Zu. It was actually knocked out by Zhang Ruochen with one palm."

"What trump card does Zhang Ruochen have in his body? How can other creatures fight him except the Great Sage?"

"This method is too ruthless. A most saint is overwhelming the backup plan left by the Great Saint."

...

The monks in the Heavenly Court were in a panic and were discussing and speculating. Not to mention semi-saints and saints, even those holy kings could not keep calm.

Even many monks were wondering whether it was the divine power left by the moon god to Zhang Ruochen.

But this idea was soon ruled out. If that were true, the gods of the Temple of Merit would definitely interfere. But now, the Temple of Merit has not made any statement at all.

In other words, Zhang Ruochen used his own strength to destroy the Huo Copper City.

"Is it the power of space, or time?"

How many monks have guessed like this.

The power of space and time is too mysterious and full of endless unknown possibilities. It is normal for them to suspect this.

Yueshen Mountain, Guanghan Temple.

Dozens of great saints from Guanghan Realm gathered together, all looking at each other, and with their knowledge and experience, they were also confused. This human man brought back by the Moon God has really created miracles.

The Great Saint of the Barbarian Sword couldn't help asking: "Moon God, what treasure does Zhang Ruochen have in his hands? How could he be so powerful?"

From beginning to end, the moon god seemed particularly calm. He did not answer the Great Sage of Man Jian, but just said: "Zhang Ruochen has great luck and an indomitable heart, and has a bright future."

All the great saints present were thinking about the meaning of the moon myth and realized two points.

First, don’t ask Zhang Ruochen what treasure he has. That treasure must be of great significance, and the moon god will not tell him at all.

Second, Zhang Ruochen has great luck and indomitable heart, that is, he has the hope of becoming a god. In the future, the major forces in Guanghan Realm must find ways to win him over.

The saints in the ancestral spirit world were also slightly stunned. They were all far away before and did not know what happened. However, they could clearly sense the holy power that erupted from the bronze city of Wuhuo. That power would never be fake.

The faces of the Marquis of Rakshasa Army were all quite ugly.

Young Master Ling Quan was not dead. The formation divine seal in his body saved his life again. At this moment, he stood behind Princess Rakshasa and couldn't help but take a breath, "He actually has the trump card method, Zhang Ruochen is really unfathomable."

The young master of Lingquan, who has the highest and perfect physique, rarely meets opponents among his peers and will not be afraid of someone. But now, he is actually a little afraid of Zhang Ruochen.

"How did Zhang Ruochen knock out the Fire Copper City with one palm and destroy it in the chaotic space?" Princess Rakshasa was thinking hard, but she couldn't think of any possibility.

The power burst out from the Anti-Divine Monument is extremely strange. It can make the power of the Great Saint disappear and turn the holy weapon into an ordinary vessel. It is like changing the rules between heaven and earth, which is naturally beyond Zhang Ruochen's perception, so he dare not expose it for the time being.

"Only Qiuyu knows this secret, he must die."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes sank, and murderous intent surged out of his body.

"No, Zhang Ruochen wants to kill me to silence me."

Qiu Yu knew that Zhang Ruochen did not really have the power to fight against the Great Saint, but only had a mysterious and unpredictable monument. As long as he spread the news, there would naturally be countless powerful people to snatch them. It would be strange if Zhang Ruochen did not die.

Qiuyu turned around and ran away, burst out at the fastest speed, rushing towards the direction where Princess Luosha, Ji Hua, Lingquan Shaojun, Yang Qi and others are.

"Where to escape?"

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the power of the Qiankun Realm, stomped the earth with one foot, and attacked with both palms at the same time, condensed into two phantoms, one dragon and one elephant.

With a rumbling sound, Qiuyu was beaten to pieces and a large amount of holy blood was spit out of his mouth.

In fact, after being merged with Qiao Zu's great sage body, Qiu Yu's strength is not much weaker than Zhang Ruochen. However, Qiu Yu fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands again and again, and had long lost confidence and wanted to escape.

A person who loses confidence will naturally fail faster.

"Bang bang."

Dozens of palm prints fell on Qiuyu's body, and each palm could make Qiuyu's blood stick out.

Even if you have the body of the Great Sage, it is difficult to continue to support it. Almost all the holy energy in Qiuyu's body was dispersed, and even the holy source and the holy soul had cracks, but only the body was still intact.

From this we can also see the strength of the Great Sage body.

"Zhang Ruochen, I want to make your secret public..."

Qiuyu's neckline was covered with blood, and his mental and will was a little confused. He was about to shout.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen shot out the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron, and from top to bottom, bombarded Qiuyu's body, put him into the cauldron, completely suppressing it. The sound in Qiuyu's mouth also came to an abrupt end.

Princess Rakshasa raised her long eyelashes slightly, and she looked at the man holding a huge bronze tripod and sighed: "This time, it seems that she really lost!"

Princess Rakshasa did not want to cause any greater casualties, so she decided to retreat with the army of Marquis of Rakshasa.

Now Zhang Ruochen is majestic and no different from the God of War. If he continues to fight, no one knows how many Rakshasa Marquis will die in battle.

The most important thing is, now, how many Rakshasa Marquis dare to fight Zhang Ruochen?

Ji Hua didn't want to retreat, and his voice was quite cold: "Just with Zhang Ruochen alone, it would be impossible to change the end of the battlefield. Perhaps, he really has a very impressive method, but that method must have many restrictions. Otherwise, he would have used it long ago, so why would he wait until now to use it?"

Princess Rakshasa frowned slightly and said, "Don't provoke him. Zhang Ruochen is at his peak now, so we should avoid his sharp edge."

Ji Hua couldn't listen to Princess Rakshasa's advice at all, and what Qiu Yu said appeared in his mind: "Zhang Ruochen also has weaknesses, and his weakness is the group of saints in Kunlun Realm."

"Since entering the Ancestral Spirit Realm, the princess has been advancing rapidly, defeating the cultivators in the Heavenly Court Realm and making great achievements. Why did she become so cautious and so unconfident when facing a saint?"

After Ji Hua said this, he mobilized his mental power and turned into a afterimage, rushing towards Princess Bai Li, A Le, Han Qiu and others, preparing to suppress them.

Princess Rakshasa failed to stop Ji Hua, so she had to lead a group of first-class marquis and quickly catch up.

However, as soon as they set off, a loud noise came from the front. Princess Rakshasa stopped and looked up. She saw that Ji Hua's body exploded and was crushed by an ancient bronze tripod, turning into a ball of blood mist.

"Wow—"

The space fluctuated slightly. The next moment, Zhang Ruochen was already standing on the top of the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron, stretched out a big hand, penetrated the blood mist, and grabbed a ball of black light mist.

That is Ji Hua's holy soul.

The physical body is destroyed, but the holy soul is immortal. This is the power of the Holy King of Spiritual Power.

Of course, no matter how powerful Ji Hua's holy soul is, it cannot escape from Zhang Ruochen's palm now.

Ji Hua's voice came from the black light fog and shouted: "How is it possible, how is it possible... I have many defensive formation inscriptions recorded on me. My body's strength is not below the Holy King. How could you break the body with one blow?"

The black light fog was trembling violently, and powerful mental power surged out from it. Then, dense purple lightning was condensed on this dilapidated land, like thousands of electric dragons shuttled between the sky and the earth.

Before he could take action, he was captured by Zhang Ruochen, which made Ji Hua extremely unwilling to fight back.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen would not give her a chance at all. Her five fingers exerted force, and with the "bang", the black light was crushed and turned into wisps of mist and dissipated in the air.

"Princess... He must be the one who hinders your practice and will make you desperate... You must kill him... Kill... Kill..."

Ji Hua's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

After Ji Hua died completely, the lightning and lightning in the world were not controlled by the mental power, and fell down frantically, hitting the ground, raising a large amount of dust, making the battlefield even more drowsy.

Princess Rakshasa and the first-class marquis all stopped and did not continue to rush over.

Princess Rakshasa looked quite solemn.

The words that Ji Hua shouted when he was dying made Princess Rakshasa tremble, and she was worried that she would be told. People in the world only know that heroes are sad about love, but they don’t know the beauty’s love, but they are even more sad.

Yang Qi asked: "Your Highness Princess, should we still attack us?"

After a moment of silence, Princess Rakshasa put away her mood, her eyes calmed down, and said, "Forget it, there is no need to take risks. Although this battle failed to wipe out the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo, their casualties reached 60% or 70%. Even if the variable Zhang Ruochen appears, we are still in an absolute victory now."

"Your Highness means that we will withdraw from the ancestral spirit world now?" Yang Qi asked.

"There is nothing valuable in the ancestral spirit world. The remaining resources on the fragments of the world will be fought for by the semi-saint-level Rakshasa. It is meaningless to stay in the ancestral spirit world in the ancestral spirit world."

Princess Rakshasa finally stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply, then turned around, leaving behind a beautiful back, and disappeared at the end of the world with the army of Marquis of Rakshasa.

Seeing the army of Rakshasa Marquis retreating like a tide, all the saints of the Central Empire of Shengming couldn't help but cheer.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is invincible in the world. With one man's strength, he retreated to the army of the Marquis of Rakshasa."

The saints in Guanghan Realm in the distance could not help but burst into tears and shouted to the sky: "Princess Rakshasa is defeated, and our Guanghan Realm has achieved the first place in the saint's merit battle. The God Envoy is the biggest meritorious official in this battle."

"In the future, the Lord God will be the hero in my heart."

"The Lord God is the target I strive to catch up with."

...

Many people who are usually taciturn also show excitement and whistle long moments.

This victory came too hard.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the broken ground, looking at the horizon, and was slightly relieved when he was sure that the army of the Marquis of Rakshasa was indeed retreating. Outsiders only saw him standing in all directions and suppressing Qiuyu and Ji Huadu, but they didn't know that he was borrowing the power of the Qiankun Realm.

Inside the Hundred Saints Blood Armor, Zhang Ruochen's body surface was covered with blood-red cracks. Because he had been enduring the power beyond his own realm for a long time, even with his powerful body, he could not bear it and was about to break.

Zhang Ruochen does have the power to fight again, but if he continues to fight, his body may explode and die.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen smashed the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron heavily on the ground, stood up straight, and said loudly: "Use the sacred tree of sycamore to worship the sky, the ground, and the dead who died in battle. The sacrifice that could not be completed on Wuding Mountain was reopened today."

The saints of the Central Empire of Shengming gathered around the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron and knelt down, pressed their hands on the ground, and the surging holy aura surged out of their hands and rushed into the cauldron.

The sacrifice begins.

The offering "Autumn Rain" in the cauldron made a miserable cry, as if it was subjected to a thousand swords of lingchi.
Chapter completed!