Xuanyuan Qing continued: "What the Heavenly Palace can do is just like what you can do in Kunlun Realm. You can only be impartial in the general direction and try your best to balance and mediate. However, you cannot control the law of the strong prey on the weak."

"The Heavenly Lord was born in Wanxu Realm, but never asked about the Wanxu Realm. Bian Zhuang's war god was born in Pangu Realm, but he has never returned to Pangu Realm for hundreds of thousands. Senior Zhao Gongming was born in the Sword King Realm, but he did not dare to get involved in any secular world in the Sword King Realm except for guiding Qingkong Sword King to practice."

"Everyone wants to be fair as much as possible, and does not want to influence their decisions due to the interests of the mother world and intensify the differentiation within the heavenly realm."

Zhang Ruochen said, "You stand at a height too high and you can't see the monks below. Is the same true for the monks below?"

"It is precisely because people's hearts are difficult to unify, and there are selfish little things everywhere, so faith is needed." Xuanyuan Qing said.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "The monks I have seen who practice the way of light are not as kind, upright and selfless as you said. Therefore, you want to convince me to believe in Guangming and worship in the Temple of Light to help you resolve the conflict between Kunlun Realm and Heaven Realm. I will not be able to do it."

He stood up and grabbed Qingping Sword.

Xuanyuan Qing and Zhang Ruochen looked at each other, paused slightly, and then let go.

Zhang Ruochen held the sword, opened the door, and walked out.

Behind him, Xuanyuan Qing's voice came: "Fellow Taoist's understanding of light should begin with Xuanyuan Qing."

After walking away, Zhang Ruochen let out a long sigh. I have to say that Xuanyuan Qing is a powerful lobbyist. If Zhang Ruochen had not fought with many factions in the Heaven Realm and had deep hatred, he might have really accepted her concepts and ways of looking at problems.

Light, maybe nothing wrong.

However, Zhang Ruochen really didn't look down on any of the monks in the Temple of Light.

This thought flashed through my mind, and saw that dozens of great saints from the Temple of Light and the Wind Clan gathered in front. One of the women had the most advanced cultivation and had reached the peak of demigods. They had a cool face and the white armor on their body reflected the charming curve of their chest and buttocks.

It is Lan Xi, the master of the secular world of the Judgment Palace, and the shadowless fairy of the past.

Those great saints surrounded Mr. Mo, who was drunk with a flushed face, and listened to him.

Mr. Mo held his tongue wide and his voice was in a slump, saying, "Wuyue's mental power will not be lower than the eighty-fourth level. Otherwise, the Fourth Master would have a very deep attainment in the Way of Truth. How could he not find her? The Way of Truth is to overcome the Way of Illusion."

There was a burst of exclamation around.

A great saint said, "It is said that if the mental power is eighty, you can have the combat power of the great god Taixu. If the level 84, can you compete with the Wuliang Realm?"

Mr. Mo smiled and said, "Even if it's still a little worse! What do you guys know? Before the eighty-level mental power, each level is a natural barrier. The gap is very huge, and it is difficult to fight across borders."

"After reaching the eighty level, the difficulty of improving mental power will rise sharply, but the gap in combat power will narrow. For example, the eighty-level talisman master has refined a powerful magic talisman, which can completely fight against the eighty-first-level and eighty-second-level mental power strongmen. It is not impossible to challenge the eighty-third-level mental power strongmen."

"Of course, the premise is that others don't have a strong trump card."

"Otherwise, the absolute advantage in realm will not be so easy to cross."

"The real span of mental power is actually determined by a single thought of the eighty-fifth level, and the ninety-fifth level of heaven is perfect. There are less than ten of them who have reached the perfect world, and each of them is famous."

A great sage asked, "Where is your realm in that old man? Maybe he will fight Wuyue?"

"I am still trapped at the peak of the seventy-ninth level. If I fight Wuyue, well... she calls me a name and you should be able to use the illusion, which will make me fall into the illusion. Why do you ask such a bad question? Is there anger?" Mr. Mo scolded them in a slight manner.

Zhang Ruochen did not stop here, nor did he think of seeing Lianxi, because he realized something that made him feel terrible.

Xuanyuan Qing's words before were not like fighting for Qingpingzi, who had little lifespan, but more like fighting for Zhang Ruochen. It is very likely that Xuanyuan Lian had already told his sister about Qingpingzi's true identity.

If this is the case, would it be her intentional for Lianxi to appear here?

Zhang Ruochen's previous refusal was so decisive, would she lose her patience?

Once the identity is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The more he thought about Zhang Ruochen, the more he felt that it was dangerous to continue to stay on the Xufeng Divine Ship. Just as he was about to take the risk of taking action, change his appearance, save Xiao Hei and Xue Tu, and then activate the dark chess and escape.

Suddenly, when I looked up, I saw a black divine sword appearing in the void in the distance.

The figure of the Frost City Demon stood on the sword and looked at the Xufeng Divine Ship from afar.

Since the Frost City Demon has appeared, Wuyue must be nearby.

A loud horn sounded on the divine ship.

The gods came out one after another, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The divine light of truth emitted from Fengyunba shines on the heaven and earth, looking into the distance, looking for the traces of the moonless.

The sound of the Frost City Demon was as shocking as the divine thunder, and said, "Fengyun Ba, take your life and destroy all the creatures on the Xufeng Divine Ship. If you take the initiative to hand over half of your soul and kneel in front of Master Wuyue, you will be able to save their lives today."

Feng Yunba's eyes were scorching and he said, "It's not too late to take my sword first before saying this."

The Pure Yang Divine Sword soared through the air, and the light of the artifact instantly ignited the darkness, causing the space to boil for thousands of miles.

During these days, the gods on the Xufeng Divine Sword were really frustrated and lived in the shadow of the Dark Temple, but they could not find their opponents.

Feng Yunba saw that it was the true body of the Frost City Demon, not an illusion, so how could he let him go easily?

This sword activates the power of the artifact to the extreme, locks the Frost City Demon, intending to kill it with one sword and force Wuyue out of it.

Sure enough, after the Pure Yang Divine Sword was slashed out, it fixed the time and space, suppressing the Frost City Demon and it was difficult for them to move.

Surprisingly, the Frost City Demon did not want to fight against the sword intent of the Chunyang Divine Sword, but instead showed a smile in his eyes.

"It's not right!"

Zhang Ruochen noticed the strange atmosphere and the vest was chilling.

"puff!"

Feng Yunba, who was standing at the top of the third floor of the Xufeng Divine Ship, suddenly spit out a mouthful of divine blood. His mighty and domineering figure shook violently, staggered backwards, and his face turned pale as if dead.

His spirit that burst out dissipated instantly.

"Fourth Master!"

"Father!"

...

The gods were shocked and immediately surrounded them.

Feng Yunba's eyes bulged, staring at the void in the distance. The Pure Yang Divine Sword that flew out was sharply reduced without his control. He was taken away by a divine talisman that flew out from somewhere and fell into the hands of the Frost City Demon.

The Frost City Demon held the Pure Yang Divine Sword and smiled at the sky: "Fengyun Ba, how does Huangquan Flower taste? Can you still use your spirit and mobilize the rules of the divine pattern? Have your blood qi solidified in your body?"

"Yellow Spring Flower, what yellow spring flowers?"

"Don't worry about that, activate the attack formation of the divine ship, kill the Frost City Demon, and regain the Pure Yang Divine Sword."

...

"Stop, no one is allowed to act rashly!"

Feng Yunba's face changed a few times, and he immediately sat cross-legged, and a blazing divine flame burned on his body. While refining the terrifying toxic power in his body, he ordered: "Feng Xuan, protect the center of the frigate formation, and no monks are allowed to approach. Remember, don't activate your spirit with all your strength, otherwise you will be poisoned instantly."

"Yes, I'll go now."

Feng Xuan forced himself to withdraw his gaze from the Frost City Demon, and his hatred was crazy in his heart, but he also understood that today he had really reached the point of life and death. His eyes were red and he rushed towards the center of the formation.

Fengyunba gave several orders in succession and reminded him again, saying: "The power of Huangquanhua has already quietly invaded our bodies. Now, the time for poisoning is still short. As long as everyone tries their best to ensure that they do not operate, they will not be poisoned in a short period of time."

"Once the poison is out of danger... please take care of it!"

All the monks on the divine ship were in panic.

Zhang Ruochen said intimately, "Once the poison is released, the power of Huangquanhua will first devour the spirit of the gods, erase the rules of the gods, solidify the blood and energy. When the cultivation level is lost, it will gradually erode the energy of life until death."

Zhang Ruochen has a good understanding of Huangquanhua.

It is said that this flower grew in the tomb of Emperor Huangquan and was born to guard the tomb. Any god who went to rob the tomb would encounter disasters without realizing it, and even gods in the infinite realm would not be spared.

But the god of the infinite realm found the reason because the flowers grown in the tomb contain strange and unpredictable power, which can destroy the cultivation of the gods and kill the gods invisibly.

Although the Yellow Spring Flower is terrifying, it also has a non-terrifying side.

It is only useful to gods, and the higher the cultivation level, the more significant the effect. It is of no use to holy cultivators with weak cultivation.

There is no threat to pure spiritual gods.

However, the tomb of Emperor Huangquan had long disappeared into the Santu River and turned into a part of ancient history. The reappearance of Huangquan Flower, not to mention that Fengyunba was not careful, even Zhang Ruochen was surprised, and no dangerous sensing was produced before this.

"No! The Xufeng Divine Ship's Realm Protection Divine Array has been opened. Even if the Dark Temple finds Huangquanhua, Huangquanhua will not be powerful enough. It can penetrate the divine array, right?"

A thought flashed through Zhang Ruochen's mind, then he was shocked and rushed to the third floor of the divine ship.

When we arrived, we found that Feng Xi, Feng Yan, Xuanyuan Qing, Shang Hong and Mr. Mo were all guarding Feng Yunba's side.

A figure continued to walk towards them.

Zhang Ruochen roared: "The King of Swords of Qingkong will die!"

"Wow!"

The dense talismans flew out from Zhang Ruochen's sleeves.

The King of Swordsman's face changed. He ignored Zhang Ruochen behind him and turned into a sword light, stabbing directly at Fengyunba who was sitting cross-legged.

Suddenly, there were roars.

Xuanyuan Qing reacted first, and did not care about the toxins of the Huangquan flower in his body, summoned the Divine Sword of Light and swung the sword out. At the sword of Qingkong Sword King was only half an inch away from Fengyun Ba’s eyebrows, he slashed Qingkong Sword King and his sword together.

Xuanyuan Qing did not dare to use his full strength to activate his spirit, and this sword failed to hurt the King of Qingkong Sword.

"How could it be you?"

Xuanyuan Qing's eyes were as cold as frost, full of pain and grief, and his hands holding the sword were trembling.

Zhang Ruochen knew that there was no good end to fall into the hands of the Dark Temple. At this time, he had to share the same hatred with them, so he walked over quickly and said, "With Wuyue's mental power and the attainment of the Dark Way, even the spiritual will of the great god cannot resist it. The Qingsky Sword King in front of him is no longer the one you knew before, but just Wuyue's puppet."

"I have clearly used the mystery of light to investigate it." Xuanyuan Qing still couldn't accept this fact.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Your cultivation is much worse than Wuyue, and you are practicing the way of light. How much do you know about darkness? The methods of the eighty-fourth-level mental power strong man have exceeded our cognition."

Feng Yan asked, "How did Taoist Master notice it?"

Zhang Ruochen was speechless and became more and more disliked Feng Yan, but he quickly said in a tough tone: "Because I live next to the King of Qingkong Swords, I saw him planting a nameless flower in the courtyard. In addition, he is the only monk who has contact with Wuyue. If it weren't him, who else could it be?"

...
Chapter completed!