Yan Zhexian just stood casually at the temple gate, and his delicate body automatically showed dense runes, intertwined like spider webs.

White holy light overflowed from her body, echoing the Buddha light in the temple.

"Since you just now, you should lose your cultivation. I can guarantee that you will leave here alive." Yan Zhexian said.

Yan Huangtu stared at her deeply without saying anything, obviously accusing her promise.

Zhang Ruochen held a wet black umbrella and calmly said, "If I lose my cultivation, even if I can leave here alive, I will die somewhere else soon."

Yan Zhexian said: "I can protect your life until the day you die of old age."

Yan Huangtu showed a smile and said, "The direct descendants of the Yan clan must speak in one word. Xian'er said that he could save your life, so he would definitely do it. Zhang Ruochen, I think this is your only choice now, otherwise, the only thing waiting for you will be death."

"Just you can kill me? Yan Zhexian, why didn't I see the hundreds of great saints you mentioned?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes seemed contemptuous, but his heartstrings had already been tense. When he looked around casually, he was actually looking at the layout and environment of the Tong Temple.

Logically speaking, Quehe Vulgar Infant will never miss the opportunity of the star of the Yama clan, and will definitely come.

But why didn't they see them all the way?

Since the Yan Luo tribe is here and has set up a net of heaven and earth, all the masters must be born. Where is the structure? Where is the Eight Sons of Life and Death? Where is Yan Wushen?

It is not wise to fight with Yan Huangtu at this moment.

Yan Huangtu saw Zhang Ruochen's intention to escape and said, "Stop looking, this bronze temple has only one exit."

When he said this, Yan Huangtu's finger pointed at the position where Yan Zhexian was standing at this moment.

Yan Zhexian twisted his wrist and drew a flame-shaped rune in front of him, sealing the temple gate.

Although the flame runes, although not activated, emitted amazing heat, reflecting all the Buddhist altars, bronze statues and pillars in the bronze temple into red.

"You can't leave today. No one can shake the will of the Yan Luo clan from ancient times to the present." Yan Zhexian said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Have blocked the temple gate? Are you planning to fight me in life and death here?"

"I can't find it."

Yan Huangtu slowly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Since you have defeated Wujiang, you are naturally qualified to fight me. The imperial Tao that I practiced is to constantly defeat powerful enemies, accumulate momentum, and achieve a great breakthrough in my state of mind, so as to achieve a great breakthrough in my cultivation."

"The Imperial Way is the supreme will that can control all the ways in the world. Only when the Imperial Way breaks through can I integrate more holy will and reach the level of the second-grade holy will."

"So, I can't do what you can do by swallowing the quasi-emperor-grade holy intention pill. What I want is to defeat all the opponents in the world, or kill them."

The momentum of Yan Huangtu continued to rise, and wisps of golden divine light rushed out of the pores and filled the entire bronze temple.

"Ao!"

The sound of dragon roars came from the bones in his body, deafening.

Under this impact, the flame rune drawn by Yan Zhexian was shaken and trembled endlessly. She was secretly surprised, "Uncle Wu's cultivation has become stronger!"

Yan Zhexian knew that Yan Huangtu could fight head-on with the great saint at the peak of Qianwen Realm.

For other great saints in the Hundred Shackle Realm, this is something that they cannot imagine. Because they are still pursuing the ranking under the Thousand Questions Realm, Yan Huangtu is already fighting for the position of the top strong people under the Thousand Death Realm.

The difference between the two is 100,800 miles, and cannot be said to each other.

Now, the map of Yan Huang has become even more unfathomable, and Yan Zhexian feels that he can no longer see through him.

"It seems that we don't need to take action in this battle. Yan Huangtu can take down Zhang Ruochen." Behind her, a great saint talisman master smiled.

Yan Zhexian stared at him coldly and said, "Is Zhang Ruochen an easy person? If he counterattacked before his death and triggered dark space-time matter, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

The destructive power of dark time and space matter has long been spread throughout the Yama clan, and even the Great Sages have changed their expressions when they hear it.

Inside the Tong Temple, such a small space, once Zhang Ruochen is forced to the point of life and death, it is entirely possible to use dark space-time matter and die together with the Yan Huangtu.

"So, isn't Zhang Ruochen already in an invincible position?" The great saint talisman master had a solemn expression and was no longer as optimistic as before.

"Where is an invincible person in the world? If Zhang Ruochen uses dark time and space matter, he will only die."

Yan Zhexian said this meaningfully, and then said, "You help me with your help and carve the runes. I want to draw another flower to dance in the world and bury Zhang Ruochen with sorrow."

"boom!"

A dark purple lightning fell from the clouds and hit the top of the bronze temple. Suddenly, dense lightning wrapped the temple.

In the temple, there are also lightning and lightning that escapes, turning into dragons dancing and snakes.

At this moment, the momentum of Yan Huangtu and Zhang Ruochen accumulated to the peak.

Yan Huangtu took the lead in taking action, and his fist wrapped in divine light hit like a meteor in the sun.

When he punched, a huge golden light and shadow rushed out of his body, like an ancient divine emperor manifesting.

Zhang Ruochen was not afraid and slapped it out with a palm, and the Ming Wang Shengxiang rushed out of his body without moving.

"Boom."

The fists and palms collided, and a more deafening sound than the thunder just now was echoing, and the sound was repeated in the bronze temple, making the space seem to explode.

If it were the Great Sage of the Immortal Realm, if he were in the temple at this moment, he would have fallen to the ground with blood from his orifices.

The two men's bodies separated instantly.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen flew backwards and hit the copper wall more than ten feet away behind him, making a metal collision sound, just like the sound of Dalu Hong Bell being knocked.

Ancient divine patterns emerged on the bronze wall, blocking all impact forces.

Zhang Ruochen's body was strong and not injured. His body slid down from the copper wall and soon recovered as before.

Yan Huangtu took four steps back, stabilized his body, and said, "Under the Thousand Questions Realm, no one can match my strength. The greedy infant cannot do it, the Luo Shengtian cannot do it, the Wujiang cannot do it, and you cannot do it. If you want to continue fighting this battle, Zhang Ruochen, you'd better show your true skills."

The birth of the Imperial Dao Divine Bone laid the foundation for the ultimate unparalleled power and defense of the Emperor Yan.

It is said that when he just broke through to the Hundred Shackles Realm, he took a punch from a great saint in the realm of death. Although his whole body was completely destroyed, his skeleton was not damaged and he was able to regenerate blood and flesh.

And his holy soul and holy source are all located in the bones.

With his current cultivation level, let alone the great saint who is in a state of death, it is not easy for even the supreme great saint to kill him.

"Yan Huangtu is indeed powerful. If you want to compete with him for strength, the shackles in my body must be broken at least eighty. The power of Moro War Emperor is also very powerful, but it is far from that of Yan Huangtu." Zhang Ruochen said in his heart.

Just talking about power, lack and greedy infants are probably not as good as Yan Huangtu.

Only the divine prince Rashengtian may be able to fight him head-on. After all, Rashengtian is also a powerful person who practices power. He has both a pair of natural divine eyes and has also melted two active divine planets.

If the body was not as strong as the body was extremely perverted, how could it be able to withstand two active planets of the gods?

Zhang Ruochen said: "After practicing cultivation, you can not only cultivate physical strength, but also the holy path. I want to see how much power you can burst out under the suppression of the three great eternal ways?"

"Crash."

The real domain of space, the virtual time domain, and the realm of truth rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body at the same time in an instant, covering the entire bronze temple.

Zhang Ruochen stood there, his hands slowly slashed, and the dense rules of time rushed out of the sea of ​​qi, rotating around his body, turning into a phantom of the long river of time.

"You can try to pick me up."

Zhang Ruochen slapped it out with a palm, and the phantoms of time flowed endlessly towards the map of Yan Huang.

Suppressed by the true domain of space, the virtual time domain, and the realm of truth, Yan Huangtu seemed to be trapped in a mud, as if thousands of chains were wrapped around his body, and lava venom was eroding his body.

"Boom."

Yan Huangtu stepped on the ground, and then the golden hare gushed out wildly, spreading out a picture of the world.

At the same time, there was a gate of destiny that appeared behind him, finally blocking the suppression and suppression formed by the three great eternal ways.

"Crazy."

The sound of water flowing sounded.

The long river of time passed through the golden world derived from the Yan Huangtu, and hit his chest.

Yan Huangtu did not dare to let the long river of time touch it. He quickly used the high-level holy technique of Thousand Questions and shouted: "Wanlong Chaozong."

With one punch, countless dragon shadows flew out, all of which were golden and turned into a river of dragons.

The long river formed by thousands of dragons meets the long river of time, without earth-shaking sounds, but the two are endless, offsetting each other and erasing each other.

"The Nine Dragon Divine Pattern on the Imperial Dao Divine Bone of the Emperor Yan Tu is really mysterious. After being combined with the boxing technique of the Wanlong Chaozong, it can actually block the invasion of the long river of time." Zhang Ruochen was secretly amazed in his heart.

Yan Huangtu was even more shocked. He had already given all his strength to this punch. It was the power of combining divine patterns and Qianwen-level boxing techniques, but he could only compete with Zhang Ruochen. It was incredible.

The long river of time flows from beginning to end, and Yan Huangtu's fist strength has also been exhausted.

During this extremely short interval, it was the time to test the two.

Whoever changes his moves faster and who can hit the second strike earlier will be able to gain the lead and the upper hand in the next confrontation.

As the controller of time, Zhang Ruochen obviously has a huge advantage. He did not spend time condensing the holy art, but instead lifted the purple gold gourd hanging around his waist, and used space movement to smash it to the top of Yan Huangtu's head.

Yan Huangtu was shocked. There was never a monk who dared to fight him in close combat. Is Zhang Ruochen looking for death?

And, what is he holding?

A gourd!

Yan Huangtu had no time to perform the holy art, so he had to raise his arm to resist.
To be continued...