The noble of the Heavenly Queen by the river is naturally the first day of Tianchu civilization, the fairy of Tianchu Luo Ji.

Fairy Tianchu's apricot eyes flowed with strange light. He stared at the people at the foot of Wanwu Mountain five hundred miles away and said, "Has that cripple practiced the way of space?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Does Your Highness know who he is?"

The butcher has a good impression of the cripple and looks very interested.

After a while of silence, Fairy Tianchu shook her head and said, "This person's spiritual will is extremely powerful, and it is quite rare under the Great Sage. I have seen no more than three monks with such strong spiritual will."

Both the butcher and the idiot knew that the eyes of His Highness of the Heavenly Lady were particularly magical and could see the spiritual will of the monk.

Fairy Tianchu's high evaluation of the cripple surprised them.

"In this way, the lame man is definitely not an ordinary person. Could it be a disciple of a certain god?" said the butcher.

A figure appeared in Fairy Tianchu's mind, which was the man who had a relationship with her at the Fengshentai. He was also a space monk and had a spiritual will that was not inferior to a cripple.

Unfortunately, after giving her the ruthless guy, he disappeared and never appeared again. No matter how she looked for it, he could not find it.

Like evaporating from the world.

Perhaps in his opinion, after sending her to the Divine Spring, the two of them did not owe each other and did not need to see each other again.

After a while, Fairy Tianchu walked out of his thoughts and said, "The helper asked by the Crip is not a simple person, and his spiritual will is no weaker than the Crip."

The idiot was shocked and said, "It's true or false? Such a person is extremely rare, how could two of them appear at once? Who is that helper? Isn't it a strong man on the "Saint King Merit List"?"

Fairy Tianchu said: "She has changed her appearance and can't see her true body clearly. However, a person like her must be a powerful person who is famous in all worlds. As long as I take action, I should be able to see through her identity."

"Hehe, Qi Xiaotian may be in trouble when he meets these two people." The butcher laughed.

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Zhang Ruochen used the space to move, avoided several icebergs, kicked his feet and rushed into the air of Wanwu Mountain, and his holy energy ran wildly. Then, a series of spatial rules gathered on his arms.

"Break it for me."

A space crack that lasted several miles long appeared, like a blade that cut off the sky, slashing at the eighth-grade attack formation.

"Boom."

Even the eighth-grade formation cannot withstand the power of space, and a large number of array patterns are cut off by the space cracks.

The formation became ragged and could no longer resist Zhang Ruochen.

When it landed on the ground, Zhang Ruochen lifted up the ancient sword of Shenyuan and rushed to the top of the mountain as fast as possible.

"Let's take action together and stop him."

"We can't let him break into Wanwu Mountain."

...

The immortal blood clan monk led by Qi Zeng launched a vast attack method to block Zhang Ruochen's footsteps.

The immortal blood clan has a large number, like locusts, flying above Zhang Ruochen's head, covering the sky and the sun. Some of them shot out holy arrows, some shot out holy weapons, and some formed blood handprints.

Not only was Zhang Ruochen not afraid, he released his mighty holy power and his fighting spirit was rising step by step.

If you face the Immortal Vampire, you will be killed without mercy.

"Thousand-handed Dragon Elephant."

Zhang Ruochen held the bloody ancient sword of Shenyuan and attacked the sky with his left hand. Thousands of palm seals condensed and bombarded the immortal blood clan cultivators.

"Bang bang."

The monks of the immortal blood clan fell like raindrops, turning into blood mud with corpses and countless casualties.

"Puff."

Zhang Ruochen turned into a afterimage, rushed to the front of an immortal blood clan in the Holy King realm, and penetrated his eyebrows with a sword.

The long sword pressed down and split its holy body in half.

"court death."

Qi Zeng let out a loud roar, swooped down from the mountain, turned into a long river of blood and energy, instantly arrived behind Zhang Ruochen, and attacked with a fist.

He was wearing the blood armor of hundreds of holy people and stimulated the power of hundreds of holy people. The power of this punch was shocking the sky and the earth.

Those monks of the Immortal Blood Clan knew Qi Zeng's power well and quickly retreated, fearing that they would be hit by the aftermath of the fist force.

Zhang Ruochen turned around and waved his sword and slashed it out, and confronted Qi Zeng's fist seal.

"Bang."

Blood and sword energy exploded and rushed into the four directions, causing a large area of ​​the mountain to collapse.

Qi Zeng flew backwards in a very embarrassed manner, his arms were so painful that he showed a look of horror on his face.

The attack he burst out with all his might was not as good as the opponent's casual sword?

Zhang Ruochen mobilized Jian Ba's sword intent, and then the ancient sword in Shenyuan flew out and turned into a black stream of light, rushing straight towards Qi Zeng.

The sword body is covered with a layer of sword energy.

Qi Zeng once again inspired the power of hundreds of saints. The phantom of one hundred saints stood in all directions of his body, and all the power gathered in his hands to confront the ancient sword of Chenyuan.

"Boom."

The blood armor at the arm was shattered, and the sword energy cut his arms into blood, almost ruining it.

Seeing the ancient sword of Chenyuan draw a arc in the air and then flew around, Qi Zeng was startled and his body turned into gaseous blood mist and fled towards the top of the mountain.

"Sir, save me."

The black streamer followed closely behind the gaseous blood mist, getting closer and closer, and was about to hit it.

At this critical moment of life and death, a blood-red cauldron flew out of the abdomen of the mountain, hitting the ancient sword of the Chenyuan, knocking it out and inserting it into the mountain on the opposite mountain.

In the gaseous blood mist, Qi Zeng condensed his body again and was gasping for breath.

He looked at the cauldron hanging in the air and felt relieved.

It was the blood sacrifice furnace of Emperor Xiaotian. It was not only a great sage ancient artifact, but also a sacred artifact with eight-glory thousands of patterns.

Once the Blood Sacrifice Holy Furnace is activated, just one beam of light can smash the lame into powder.

As the Blood Sacrifice Holy Furnace appeared, the entire sky turned blood-red, and an extremely heavy breath enveloped the world, making Zhang Ruochen feel difficult to breathe.

The monks of the Immortal Blood Clan knelt down and were all bowing: "Son of the Emperor, the Holy Dharma is the Heaven. All the Holy Saints of Kunlun bow their heads and surrender."

"Son of the Emperor, the Holy Dharma is in the sky."

"The saints of Kunlun, bow down and submit to their subordinates."

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"Believe in your head and submit to me? Qi Xiaotian thought he was invincible in the world?" Zhang Ruochen took back the ancient sword of Chen Yuan, and at the same time took out the Yihuang bone staff and carried it in his hand.

Qi Xiaotian walked out and stood at the top of Wanwu Mountain, with dense rules of the holy path flowing.

That demeanor is like a world-class demon god.

A hunchbacked old man wearing a Bagua formation robe stood beside Qi Xiaotian, holding a metal holy staff in his hand. At the top of the holy staff, there was a golden three-headed bat.

The bat with three heads actually had a powerful holy power radiated, with three different energy flowing on it.

The old man, named Zhu Shi, reached the peak of the fifty-eighth level.

What's even more terrifying is that his attainments in the way of formation are better than many saints.

Qi Xiaotian's eyes locked on Zhang Ruochen, and then laughed: "Okay, you cripple, I haven't been in trouble for you yet, so you'll come to the door first. Your strength is really strong and worth training. Give you a choice, either be the blood slave of this emperor's son, or be refined into holy blood by this emperor's son and drink it in one sip."

Although Qi Xiaotian was arrogant, he did put a lot of pressure on Zhang Ruochen.

With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he will definitely lose when he fights with him.

However, Zhang Ruochen used space power to escape, but Qi Xiaotian could not keep him at all.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen had no fear and laughed: "Qi Xiaotian, you are in the "Hell Ten Clans Ten Evil Records" in the Heavenly Court Realm, and the danger index is only level 5. There are countless strong people who are more dangerous than you. What qualifications do you have to be so arrogant?"

I have to say that "The Record of Ten Thousand Evils in Hell" really made Qi Xiaotian quite angry. He is also a master of the rules and the danger index is only level 5, which makes him feel very embarrassed.

Many other monks at the same level as him have a level 6 risk index.

Qi Xiaotian was so angry that he issued an ultimatum and said, "Kneel down for this emperor's son, otherwise he will die."

The word "death" forms an extremely powerful sound wave, which shocks many immortal blood clans at the foot of the mountain to make them bleeding.

Zhang Ruochen also took five steps back and supported the ground with the Yihuang bone staff to stabilize his body. He thought to himself that it is worthy of being the realm of the rules of heaven and earth, and a sound wave is so terrible.

Zhang Ruochen smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, turned his head and saw Ji Fanxin's beautiful body.

"Qi Xiaotian's life can be exchanged for a lot of merit."

Ji Fanxin's movements were very elegant. He took off a golden hairpin from his head and pinched it in his hand. Suddenly, his long black hair scattered like a waterfall, scattered on both sides of his snow-white face.

"Wow—"

The next moment, layers of holy power light waves emerged from the golden hairpin, bursting out the four-glory perfect power, the five-glory perfect power, and the six-glory perfect power...
To be continued...