Fei Zhong was stunned by Zhang Ruochen's stick and slid down from the pillar, with his eyes blank and shocked.

How could Zhang Ruochen, who is in the Hundred Shackles Realm, be so powerful?

No.

Even if he is a Yuanhui genius, he cannot be so strong that he can easily chop the Supreme Realm Great Sage. What is the tiger shadow behind Zhang Ruochen?

Although it was a shadow, it made his holy soul throbbing.

Gong Nanfeng looked at Zhang Ruochen's figure flying away and trembled with excitement. "Brother Ruochen did not continue to endure, and finally chose to take action. It's great, there is a rescue, there is a rescue!"

...

In the formation of ten thousand sounds of heavenly spin.

The only four supreme saints looked at each other, with indignation and death in their eyes.

"Your Highness Son of God, you can enter the inner space of the extremely fierce blade for a while. Next, let us leave it to us!" Cang Sheng, one of the four supreme great saints, said coldly.

Xingluo didn't know that they wanted to die together, and said with a wry smile: "It's useless! Ji Fanxin's mental power is strong. You are not Wu Yueming Emperor, so it's impossible to explode the holy source under her nose."

"Only I, with the power of the mask of ghosts and gods, can you have a chance to resist her spiritual penetration. So, even if I have the jade to burn with her, it's up to me."

"You hide in the inner space of the extremely fierce blade, and I will fight her for the last time."

The Supreme Realm Sage with four eyes shook his head and said, "No, Your Highness the Son of God will not explode the holy source in any case. If you die, the Temple of Destiny will no longer have control over this era."

Xingluo said: "I am no longer a son of god. I die from immortality and have little impact on the temple. Don't worry, the temple has a deep foundation and it is not so easy to collapse. When the new goddess and Que grow up, anyone who wants to make trouble will be unable to escape death."

If there is another choice, how could Xingluo be willing to die with the enemy?

If they don't do this, all of them will be exhausted by the formation.

The four supreme great saints were sad and helpless.

Once upon a time, those of them would be treated with supreme reception when they went to any clan. When they appeared on the battlefield of merit, they could kill the Great Sage in the Heavenly Court without leaving any armor.

But now, we can't even self-destruct the holy source.

"Is there no other way?"

The great saint with four goals and supreme realm, gritted his teeth and looked at the "Ji Fanxin" in the sea of ​​flowers.

Xingluo said: "If I were not trapped in the Ten Thousand Sounds of Heavenly Spiral Formation, I would be somewhat sure to take you away."

"In other words, as long as we can break the formation, our chances of getting out will be greatly increased?" Cang Sheng took out a pattern-stained stone and said, "This pattern-stained stone was refined by a formation master in the temple, or it may break the formation."

Xing Luo shook his head and said, "Once he falls into the formation, even if the formation master in the temple comes in person, he will be helpless, let alone a mere pattern stone? Unless there is a strong man who takes action outside the formation, he will have the chance to break Ji Fanxin's formation."

The four supreme saints were in a state of disgrace. They all knew that Xing Luo could be called the top power, at least they could be a person of the same level as him.

There are only a handful of such characters in the entire hell world.

Where to find it?

"Look, there are strong men from the Immortal Vampire Clan flying over." The Supreme Realm of the Four-eyed Great Saint exclaimed.

Xing Luo was already ready to explode the holy source. When he heard this, he was a little surprised and thought to himself, could the previous battle alarm the powerful immortal blood clan who happened to pass by nearby?

However, under the Immortal Vampire God Realm, there seems to be no Yuanhui-level figure in the supreme realm.

The ordinary supreme saint came and just died.

Xing Luo looked over, his eyes turned strange, and he said in surprise: "How could it be him?"

A dense blood cloud flew from the dark void in the distance.

Zhang Ruochen had twelve wings on his back, and stood in the blood clouds. His divine power was unparalleled. He had both the divine power of the body of a demigod and the power of burying a golden white tiger, which was like a true god descending.

Bai Qing'er glanced over and said, "You can't help it anymore. Are you going to be an enemy of me?"

"You have already won, why do you need to kill them all?" Zhang Ruochen's eyes were covered with the rules of truth and the god pattern of the burial gold. He looked at Bai Qing'er without any fear.

Bai Qing'er said: "No one can stop the person I want to kill!"

"If you want to kill Yan Huangtu and Yan Zhexian, wouldn't I stop you? This time, I want to try it too."

The Wujin and Tianzhu flew out of Zhang Ruochen's hand. Under the urging of aura, the pillar expanded and became thicker than the mountain. The golden light spread to all directions and turned into a golden ocean.

In the golden ocean, the fighting spirit rolled like clouds and mist.

The Wujin Battle of the Heavenly Pillar was activated to the extreme, and the unparalleled supreme power burst out, smashing the sea of ​​flowers in the void where Bai Qing'er was located and slashing down at her.

Bai Qing'er's eyes were cold and sharp, and she said, "Is this the power that the White Tiger in Burial of Gold lends you? It's really strong, but unfortunately your realm is too low and you can't understand the mystery. You just have brute force."

Bai Qing'er did not choose to fight against Wu Jin and Tianzhu head-on, and took a step to the left.

Just one step, but it spans a hundred miles, easily avoiding Zhang Ruochen's earth-shaking attack.

Wujin and Tianzhu swept over and attacked again.

There were countless thousands of Supreme Inscriptions on the body of the pillar, just like the veins of heaven and earth. Bai Qing'er was to be fixed in the space and force her to take Zhang Ruochen's attack.

"Your attack is too shallow. No matter how powerful the weapon is in your hands, it will not hurt me at all."

Bai Qing'er turned into a wisp of blue smoke, bypassed the black gold battle with the sky pillar, and avoided it again.

When she fought with Zhang Ruochen, her mental power still controlled the Ten Thousand Sounds of Heavenly Spiral Formation, suppressing the five powerful men of the Temple of Destiny, including Xingluo, and seemed relaxed and at ease.

Zhang Ruochen slashed dozens of strikes in a row, with extremely strong power. Almost no one dared to take it in the divine realm, but each strike was like a stone sinking into the sea and was silently avoided by Bai Qing'er.

The battle fluctuations here have already spread and will definitely be noticed by other monks.

If Bai Qing'er didn't want to be besieged by the overwhelming monks, she could only end the battle as soon as possible and escape. Zhang Ruochen's actions caused her a lot of trouble.

"You have been attacking for so long, are you tired? Let's try taking me a move?"

"Yin and Yang Five Elements Palm!"

Bai Qing'er slapped out with her palm, and the Tai Chi seal, which looked like the holy intention of Yin and Yang and Five Elements, emerged. It was combined with the palm power and burst out with overwhelming power.

Zhang Ruochen didn't know why Bai Qing'er could simulate the holy intention of Yin and Yang and Five Elements, but he knew that this so-called holy intention was just a physical one.

Of course, even if it is just a figure, it is quite possible.

Bai Qing'er was not so serious at the beginning. She could kill the black corpse that could be called a demigod thousands of miles away with just grabbing her.

This attack was much better than the catch that killed the Black Corpse Sha.

"This palm was created specifically for you." Bai Qing'er said.

"The Magic Mirror of Hidden Mountain."

An ancient mirror flew out and burst out with a demonic energy that stretched for thousands of miles.

In the demonic energy, magnificent mountains appeared to resist Bai Qing'er's palm prints.

"Rumbling."

The devil mountains were broken, and finally, the palm print collided with the mirror of the mountain magic mirror. The mirror was like a layer of water curtain, sinking and swallowing the palm print.

Bai Qing'er exclaimed lightly, and suddenly her eyes sank.

She found that the magic mirror of the Tibetan mountain was floating there, but Zhang Ruochen disappeared.

"not good!"

Bai Qing'er turned around and saw Zhang Ruochen stepping out of the space and appearing above the Ten Thousand Sounds of Heavenly Spiral Array.

He held the black gold battle with the sky pillar, and dense patterns of gold burial rules appeared on his arms, and a phantom of a white tiger that was thousands of miles high appeared on his body, bursting out the power of swallowing the sky river.

The Wujin fights the Tianzhu slashed out, causing the Ten Thousand Sounds of Heavenly Spin formation to collapse in a corner.

A bronze chime was knocked out, and a loud and deafening sound resounded throughout the world.

Xing Luo used the star sea to wrap up the four supreme saints of the Temple of Destiny. He took this opportunity to escape from the gap in the formation, burst out with a speed of more than ten thousand times the speed of sound, and fled to the sky.

"Thank you for saving your life, you will be rewarded in the future." Xingluo's voice transmission rang in Zhang Ruochen's mind.

Bai Qing'er's true body came out of the broken space and merged with the fake body in the sea of ​​flowers. Her eyes were unprecedentedly cold. She walked towards Zhang Ruochen with a step of a hundred miles and said, "Zhang Ruochen, if you dare to break my plan, you can't keep you!"

Bai Qing'er did not use the bronze chime and gave a tip to go out.

It was clearly hundreds of miles away, but after her fingertips were pointed out, she appeared directly in front of Zhang Ruochen, as if she had penetrated the space instantly. However, Zhang Ruochen did not feel the fluctuations in the space at all.

In desperation, Zhang Ruochen pressed out with a palm.

The tiger shadow behind him then raised his huge claws, which were the same as the track marks that Zhang Ruochen had come out of his palm, and also pressed them over.

The palm of his hand hit Bai Qing'er's fingertips.

Zhang Ruochen wore fists at the level of king's holy weapon on his palm, and there were countless rules of the burial gold.

Under the fist glove, the palm turned golden.

"Bang!"

A broken sound.

The gauntlets at the level of the king's holy weapon could not withstand Bai Qing'er's finger force, and three cracks appeared. Then, with a "bang", they broke into pieces and turned into scrap iron fragments.

Some fragments were cut on Zhang Ruochen's face, leaving blood marks.

Zhang Ruochen hurriedly withdrew, his palm was so painful that he hurriedly carried it behind him. Blood overflowed from the gap between his fingers.
To be continued...