The two gods were confronting each other, and the power of the divine being permeated in the starry sky, shocking the saints below the God of Merit, all knelt on the ground, with great awe in their hearts, and their bodies were trembling.

After being attacked by God, Zhang Ruochen was seriously injured, and the holy soul, body, and holy source became ragged.

In order to resist the divine sound, even the heavenly divine tree in the Qiankun Realm suffered severe damage. All the leaves on the branches turned into powder, and the earth around the trunk became lifeless and turned into a desert of thousands of miles.

Fortunately, the moon god came immediately, otherwise Zhang Ruochen would never have any chance to survive, and even the Qiankun Realm and the Heavenly Spirit Tree would be shattered.

That is the power of God. Even if you just say a few words, you can destroy everything.

As the moonlight entered the body, Zhang Ruochen's body, holy soul, and wounds on the holy source were healing quickly. Not long after, he woke up. The first thing that caught his eye was a holy fairy face. No matter whether it was skin or facial features, there were no flaws, as if it was carved out using the Divine Jade Fairy Crystal.

Any creature who sees such a beautiful and lively woman will probably be amazed by it.

Zhang Ruochen was as if he was in a dream, and couldn't help but say: "It's so beautiful."

The moon god's eyes were staring at the Temple of Merit, with long and curved eyelashes. When Zhang Ruochen woke up, he gently pushed his hands down.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen landed on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen observed around him, and memories came like a tide, "It turns out that I was almost beaten to death by a certain god in the Temple of Merit. Why? I saved the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo and repelled the Rakshasa clan. Shouldn't I be a great hero in the Heavenly Court?"

You should know that Zhang Ruochen performed very well in the battlefield of merit and had great achievements, so he should receive key training and commendation. However, when he returned to the Heavenly Court, he encountered a killing disaster.

This psychological gap made Zhang Ruochen quite depressed.

At the same time, I also understand a cruel fact that I am indeed not strong enough and I still need to continue to practice hard and become stronger. Otherwise, I will have no power to fight back in front of God.

The moon god and the flame god in the temple of merit did not really fight in the end, because other gods participated and persuaded them.

God has extraordinary means. Even if the things between them happen before the saints, they cannot see or hear them.

About an hour passed and finally there was a result.

The voice of the moon god came into Zhang Ruochen's ears, "The god who wants to kill you is called Yan Shen."

"Why do you want to kill me? It's because I used the power of the Qiankun Realm on the battlefield of merit? However, Fang Yi from the Sword Prison Realm also used the power of Bai Weixing." Zhang Ruochen said.

"This matter is very complicated, and I can't explain it to you for the time being. But you can rest assured that he can't move you because you are my man." The moon god's voice was extremely pleasant, but it gave people a firm will.

Zhang Ruochen smiled with a smile on his face. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon above, and said in his heart: "The Moon God is still quite reliable. It's not in vain that I helped her win the first place in the saint's merit battle. The key is that this backer is particularly beautiful. I guess many monks are envious of merit!"

Soon, Zhang Ruochen put away his smile again, and his eyes gradually became calm, "I am still very young now, so many monks will envy me with the protection of the Moon God. However, as I practice longer and older, if I still need the protection of the Moon God, many people will probably laugh at me at that time."

"Becoming stronger, I must cultivate to the realm of the Holy King or even the realm of the Great Sage as soon as possible. I must support a world by myself. Even if I do not have the protection of the Moon God, I must have the power to protect myself."

...

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It is impossible for the two gods to fight in the Heavenly Court Realm. Someone came forward to stop the Moon God and the Yan God, and both of them made compromises.

The God of Flame no longer made things difficult for Zhang Ruochen, and the God of Moon did not attack the Temple of Merit again.

"Wow—"

Outside the Temple of Merit, divine lights emerged. A moment later, the holy kings and great saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo all appeared on the vast square, with powerful holy power flowing on them.

The four merit battles, "Saint Merit Battle", "Saint King Merit Battle", "Great Sage Merit Battle", and "God-level Merit Battle" have all ended.

The gods of the seven realms of Shatuo were all standing above the Temple of Merit, because the divine power on them was too vast, and the saints below could not see their figures clearly.

Zhang Ruochen looked up at the sky, looked at the bright moon, demon clouds, Buddha lotus, star fog in the sky..., but did not feel Chi Yao's breath, and felt a little puzzled.

"Did Chi Yao die on the battlefield of merit?" Zhang Ruochen said inwardly.

Since it is a battle of merit, casualties will inevitably occur.

God is indeed powerful in vitality. As long as there is no large-scale war of gods, it will hardly fall, but it is not absolute.

After all, God is not an immortal body.

What's more, Chi Yao is still a new god, whose foundation is not as good as those gods who have practiced for tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Even if they die on the battlefield of merit, it is entirely possible.

A young figure walked out from the Temple of Merit.

The young figure was a man in his twenties who looked like he was wearing a three-colored armor, a long silver-white hair, and a vermilion-red three-feather crown on his head. He was handsome and elegant, like a banished immortal walking in the world.

Behind the young man, two women in white were followed, one with a cold temperament and the other with an elegant temperament, and both reached the level of a holy king.

"I am worthy of being a cultivator who can enter the Temple of Merit and practice. The two women are both holy kings. Moreover, the aura emitted from them is quite powerful. Even a one-step holy king like Jiuyou Sword Saint and Chu Siyuan may not be able to defeat them." Zhang Ruochen said intimately.

Of course, Jiuyou Sword Saint and Chu Siyuan have just broken through to the first step of the Holy King, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Two such powerful women followed the silver-haired man like maids. It can be seen that the silver-haired man must have a considerable status in the Temple of Merit.

"Is he... Shang Zigong?"

"Shang Zipeng, the proud disciple of Yan Shen, is known as the first master in the Temple of Merit in ten thousand years, and is also the leader among the inheritors of the Temple of Merit."

"In legend, Shang Zipeng's appearance is unparalleled and his personality is extraordinary. As long as he has seen him, no one can forget him."

"This person must be Shang Zigong."

...

The saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo hated the Temple of Merit and felt that the Temple of Merit did not care about their lives or death. However, after seeing Shang Zipeng, the female saints couldn't help but hold their breath and were attracted by Shang Zipeng's temperament and could not look away.

It’s not that they are really so eccentric, but that Shang Zipeng’s temperament is too unique and is born with a huge attraction to women. Every move can show his extraordinary charm.

Shang Zi smiled and walked out of the temple, leaned forward slightly, tidied up his appearance, bowed and bowed to the god standing in the sky to show respect.

Then, he stood up straight again and said to the saints below: "The merit battle has ended, and the merit values ​​collected by the four battlefields have also been entered into the four merit book walls. The younger generation is not talented, and they have obtained the permission of the God Lord to represent the merit temple and count the total number of merit values ​​in the seven realms of Shatuo. Finally, based on the ranking of the total merit values, the next battlefield will be selected."

Shang Zigong seemed neither humble nor arrogant, calm and composed. Even if there was a god standing above the sky, he was calm and composed, without any fear or loss of composure.

At this moment, the saints and holy kings of Kunlun Realm, Sword Prison Realm, and Tianmu Realm all became a little nervous. Because their three major worlds are most likely to be at the bottom and become the battlefield for the battle between the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm.

Shang Zigong waved his sleeves, and then, a buzzing sound was made on the vast square, and the four merit books walls rose up, recording the merit values ​​collected by the Seven Realms of Shatuo on the four battlefields.

The first wall of merit book represents a god-level merit battle, with a blank space on it.

In other words, the seventh-level gods of Shatuo have not collected merit values.

The second wall of merit book represents the great saint's merit battle.

The number one is the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, and the last one is the Guanghan Realm. Of course, even the lowest-ranked Guanghan Realm has collected 17 billion merit points.

All the great saints in Guanghan Realm have only killed six great saints in Hell Realm.

Obviously, killing a great saint in the hell realm will get much more merit than killing ten thousand saints in the hell realm.

The third wall of merit book represents the merit battle between holy kings.

The number one ranks first is the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, and the last one is the Guanghan Realm.

The fourth wall of merit book represents the merit battle of saints, and the number one ranks in Guanghan Realm.

Shang Zipeng slowly raised his arms, and holy powers flew out from his palms, like four holy power rivers, blending into the four walls of merit books.

"combine."

Shang Zi shouted lightly.

Then, the four merit book walls were put together and connected into one piece, and the merit value data on them were superimposed quickly.

After a moment, the total number of merit values ​​on the four major merit battlefields was counted:

Ranked first, the Great Demon Ten Directions.

Ranked second, the eight worlds.

Ranked third, Zifujie.

Ranked fourth, Tianmujie.

Ranked fifth, the Knife Prison World.

Ranked sixth, Kunlun Realm.

Ranked seventh, Guanghan Realm.

Although the Guanghan Realm ranks the lowest, the monks in Guanghan Realm all smiled without any tension or worry.

Shang Zigong took back his holy power and smiled again: "According to the rules, the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm won first place in the Great Sage Merit War and the Holy King Palace Battle, and the Guanghan Realm won first place in the Saint Merit War, so the two realms can not be recorded in the ranking."

Shang Zipeng stretched out his finger and slashed the void twice.

Immediately, the highest-ranking Great Demon Ten Directions Realms and the lowest-ranking Guanghan Realms disappeared from the wall of the merit book.

Only five worlds are left, ranking at the bottom of Kunlun.

Seeing the ranking on the wall of the merit book, all the monks in the Kunlun Realm were as if they were struck by lightning, as if they were stunned and could not accept this fact. Because they knew very well that once the Kunlun Realm became a battlefield, it would mean death and destruction.

The billions of people and creatures of Kunlun Realm will soon fall into war.

A saint from Kunlun Realm laughed with tears while yelling heart-wrenchingly: "I have fought for so long, and many relatives and friends died in battle, but in the end, this ended up being the same. Why? Why do we come to the Heavenly Realm? Why?"

Wanbaoyi, Qingxiao, Jiuyou Sword Saint, Chu Siyuan, Holy Book Talented Girl... etc., I don’t know how many bigwigs who call the wind and rain in Kunlun Realm all have their faces calm at this moment, and they feel extremely uncomfortable and blame themselves. If I work harder and work harder, I might be able to change the ending.

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

Many great figures in the Kunlun Realm knew that even if they did not come to the Heavenly Realm, the defenses of the Kunlun Realm would be broken by the Hell Realm in a few years and eventually destruction.

When you come to the Heavenly Kingdom, you can at least have a glimmer of hope.

Of course, now it seems that they have not gained that glimmer of hope.

The monks from the Sword Prison Realm and the Tianmu Realm breathed a sigh of relief and all smiled.

Shang Zigong said: "Now, let me announce the final ranking of this merit battle and the next battlefield..."?

“Let’s wait.”

A thrilling voice came from the depths of the universe, interrupting what Shang Zipeng had to say next.
Chapter completed!