Only spirit can activate the artifact, thus making it extremely powerful.

The more the amount of spirit and the higher the quality, the more powerful the artifact will naturally be. A wisp of spirit from the lower god may be able to separate a sea area. A wisp of spirit from the upper god can separate a planet.

The difference is very different.

Only when a representative figure at the Yuanhui level enters the divine realm can he fight against adversity and cross the realm to meet the enemy.

Although Zhang Ruochen has not become a god in martial arts, he has long been a demigod body, and a small amount of spirit can be nurtured in his body. In addition, any supreme saint who can enter the gods regularly will definitely cultivate and store some spirit in his body.

Wujiang looked at the shattered country of the underworld in an inch by inch, and the contempt and arrogance in his eyes gradually restrained.

The black electric pattern between his eyebrows flew out a dark light of destruction, turning into a slender black beam and hitting Zhang Ruochen. The speed was so fast that it was faster than lightning.

Zhang Ruochen knew that Wujiang's attack was terrible, and that his current cultivation level could not compete with him, so he immediately summoned the Soul Sword.

"Swish!Swish!Swish..."

A series of seven soul swords flew out from his eyebrows and collided with the black beam of light.

The sound of the sword was harsh, and the sword light competed with the black beam.

The angry sword, the sad sword, the love sword, the fear sword, the desire sword, the joy sword, the six swords collided with the beam and then threw them out. Only the evil sword is the most powerful, and it is evenly matched with Wujiang's magical power.

Evil sword!

The stronger the disgust in your heart, the stronger the power it bursts out.

Even though Zhang Ruochen was already disgusted with Wujiang enough, the evil sword, including the other six swords, was still less powerful than the sword of the angry sword when he attacked Gui Si.

There are limits to the emotions of disgust, but there is no limit to the emotions of anger.

"Dark Domain Tianluo."

Taking advantage of the opportunity just now, Wujiang took back the Dark Domain Tianluo and waved his hand to hit Zhang Ruochen.

Although Zhang Ruochen's seven soul swords surprised him, he knew better that the real threat was the divine sword.

The divine sword can kill the gods!

The dark world Tianluo flew out, and the cold and bone-black dark power then enveloped Zhang Ruochen like nightfall.

The temperature of the entire stone temple suddenly dropped.

The divine fire on Zhang Ruochen's body burned, dispelling the darkness, but saw dense metal thorns pressing towards him. He had just summoned the Zangshan Magic Mirror to defend, but before he could activate his body, his body was already penetrated by the metal thorn.

Wujiang breathed a sigh of relief, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I have to say that your worldly myth is really strong, and there are many treasures. Unfortunately, no matter how many treasures or the strong warriors are, they cannot change the outcome in the face of the absolute gap in cultivation."

Not far away, Mahayan slowly climbed up from the pool of blood.

However, Tianluo of the Dark Domain swallowed too much of his spirit, soul, blood, and even his life span. At this moment, he was extremely weak, and when he looked at Wujiang, his eyes were full of fear.

The black metal thorn sounded Zhang Ruochen's voice: "If I hadn't wanted to see what kind of treasure the Dark Realm Tianluo was, how could it penetrate my body?"

Wujiang's eyes were deeply shocked.

I saw that Zhang Ruochen, who was originally penetrated by the Dark Realm Tianluo, condensed into a clone and pulled out. The entire stone temple was full of Zhang Ruochen's figure.

Even Mahayan was stunned when he saw it. He had just tried it, was it so easy to get out?

Wujiang snorted coldly: "The dark domain heaven is like a net of heaven and earth, endless and boundless. How many can you clone it?"

The boundless spirit and regular divine patterns have long covered the internal space of the stone temple. Under his control, the dark realm Tianluo grew wildly like life, unpredictable, cold and dangerous, and contains the power to destroy all vitality in the world.

Zhang Ruochen's clones each made a supreme holy weapon.

Vajra Moon Wheel, Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror, Black Gold Battle with Heavenly Pillar, Soul-Devouring Bell...

These clones can actually be regarded as real bodies and part of the physical body.

Under the attacks of several supreme holy weapons, the black metal thorns and dark forces flying out of the Dark Realm Tianluo could not gather at all and were beaten to disperse.

Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen fought hard, and they were hard to part with.

Mahayan seized this rare opportunity, rushed out of the stone temple, and fled far away. Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen were both stranger. Although their cultivation was far weaker than him, they made him, the middle god, develop an inconfrontational heart.

Of course, the most important reason is that he was too seriously injured by the Dark Realm Tianluo. Otherwise, Mahayan would still want to stay and look for an opportunity to clean up Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen's strongest clone attracted his spirit, swung out the magical sword, and split the darkness.

The bright and red sword light penetrated the boundless layers of defense and slashed on him.

Wujiang's robe cracked and burned, his body was thrown out and fell outside the stone temple.

"receive!"

All of Zhang Ruochen's clones were united, holding a divine sword in his hand, surrounded by various supreme holy weapons, and stepped out of the stone temple in one step. Whether it was the divine fire of the divine sword or the supreme power of the supreme holy weapon, they were all extremely bright, like stars surrounding him.

Zhang Ruochen stood at the entrance of the stone temple and said, "Even if you reach the divine realm, it doesn't seem to be of great significance."

Wujiang's chest and skin were burned by sword energy, and it was extremely painful.

The broken palm is still flowing with divine blood.

The vitality of the god is indeed strong, and even if it is blown away, it will not die. The god's recovery ability is also very strong and can quickly recondensate the divine body.

However, when encountering a warrior who kills the gods, there is an exception.

The artifact is the strongest god-killing warrior.

Wujiang's eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring at Zhang Ruochen, repeatedly examining him, as if he was suspicious that Zhang Ruochen had become a god in martial arts. No matter what, he did not believe that Zhang Ruochen, who had become a god in martial arts, could be so powerful.

In the distance, Mahayan failed to escape and was besieged by a large number of dragon-like beasts.

There are also differences in strength and weakness in the dragon-like weird beasts. Not every one has only pseudo-god-level combat power.

"Don't be too proud too early, this is the abyss of darkness." Wujiang said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "So what about the abyss of darkness?"

"The Abyss of Darkness is the territory of the dark monks. Cultivators who practice the Dark Path can burst out with combat power far exceeding their own cultivation."

Wujiang said this, raised his hands above his head, mobilizing the dark rules between heaven and earth with the dark mystery, and constantly gathering towards him.

Wujiang has a large number of dark secrets, which are close to one ten thousand, and can mobilize nearly one ten thousand dark rules in the universe. With these large number of dark secrets, he will definitely become a overlord in the divine realm in the future.

With his current spiritual strength, although he cannot use one percent or one thousandth of the secret power in his body, it is enough!

Because this is the abyss of darkness.

The dark rules are the most active and densest places.

Outside the Dark Abyss, countless dark rules turned into thousands of rivers, rushed into the temple that entered Yin Xuetian, and gathered towards the boundless border.

The power of Wujiang's body gradually rose, and his body disappeared into the darkness, swallowing the light emitted by the divine artifact and the supreme holy artifact. Endless darkness crushed Zhang Ruochen.

"Zhang Ruochen, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for having too many secrets and being too attractive, but you can't use them yourself."

The boundless voice came from the darkness.

In an instant, darkness swallowed Zhang Ruochen, and all the supreme holy weapons were washed away and fell to the ground, unable to stop Wujiang for even a moment.

The entire stone temple became silent.

"Buzz!"

Just as the god bell was knocked, the darkness shook violently.

Widths of golden Buddha light tear the darkness apart.

Wujiang screamed and flew out like a cannonball, his arms became bloody and fuzzy. He was ignited by the pure power of the Buddha's light, and his divine body turned into light spots, decomposing.

"Buddha's relics!"

He roared shrillly, full of fear and resentment.

The Buddha light spread out more than ten thousand miles on Zhang Ruochen's body, illuminating a large area of ​​this dark space continent. The Seventh Ancestor Sanskrit rushed out of his chest and flowed around his body.

At this moment, he was extremely sacred and majestic.

Zhang Ruochen said: "There is the Buddha's relics to protect my body. You said, will your dark domain Tianlu not hurt me?"

The power of the Buddha's relics is as difficult as the power of the divine sword, and the Wuwang's arms are difficult to recover. Moreover, the power of the Buddha is still spreading to the position of his shoulders and chest.

Wujiang has never been so jealous of Zhang Ruochen as he is now. Why is the best treasures in the world falling into his hands?

Zhang Ruochen saw the unwillingness and resentment in his heart and said, "Facts have proved that you are not my opponent at all. It was not before, but now, and it is even more impossible in the future. If I were you, I would definitely escape immediately and hide in the Dark Temple and never come out again. This is your only way to live!"

Of course, Wujiang knew that it was a big mistake today and it was meaningless to stay here.

He reached out to the void, trying to take back the Dark Realm Tianluo.

"Mind Light Curse!"

Zhang Ruochen used the Ten Thousand Curses Heavenly Beads to cast a curse to imprison the Dark Realm Tianluo.

"Zhang Ruochen, you're too bullying!"

Wujiang roared, and his face was bulging with blue veins.

Zhang Ruochen raised the magic sword above his head, igniting the spirit and the holy meaning of the sword-do by the word "one".

On the sword body, the divine light surged and the flames soared into the sky.
To be continued...