"All the monks retreat to the periphery. With your cultivation level, facing Zhang Ruochen alone is no different than facing death. Immediately form a combined attack formation with the two formation masters, using grouped defense and stepped attacks."

Michael, the Archangel King, has an extraordinary mind. Even though Zhang Ruochen had killed the monks from the heaven faction and made people panic, he could still remain calm.

"Where are the twelve messengers of judgment? Why don't you immediately turn into the light of judgment and help me kill Zhang Ruochen?"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa..."

A sudden sound of breaking wind sounded.

The twelve messengers of judgment from the Temple of Light turned into twelve rays of bright holy light and appeared next to Archangel King Michael.

The battle formation condensed, and they turned into twelve haloes of light, hanging above the head of the Archangel King Michael, spreading down the sacred brilliance.

"combine!"

The aura of Michael the Archangel King was rising steadily, and the cross wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally, his strength was about 60% of Yan Wushen's evil body. But now, with the blessing of the twelve messengers of judgment, his strength has increased exponentially.

It's not as simple as one plus one equals two.

In fact, the power fluctuations erupted from Archangel King Michael have exceeded Yan Wushen's good body. In his current state, he can't lose much if he fights the four heavenly kings of the Tiangong.

The Temple of Light is one of the nine ancient temples, and its methods are naturally beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.

In a sense, the Temple of Light cultivates the Twelve Judges simply to achieve the goal of Archangel King Michael, and to push him to the height of being the most powerful person in all the heavens and worlds in this era.

Yin Yuanchen was naturally envious and jealous of Archangel King Michael. Finally, he cast his eyes on Zhang Ruochen and snorted in his heart: "Zhang Ruochen, only by killing you can I be able to surpass Michael. What he has

All this should belong to me."

I saw thousands of light threads emerging from Yin Yuanchen's body, turning into the ancient annihilating death force and injecting it into the god's corpse.

The next moment, something shocking happened. The blood and energy in Yin Yuanchen's body resonated with the divine corpse, and the two merged into one.

What Yin Yuanchen performed was a forbidden secret technique created for him by his grandfather, the "Divine Corpse Blood Nurturing Technique".

Because he is closest to the bloodline of his father's corpse.

By using this secret technique and using his holy blood to nourish the corpse, you can completely combine with the corpse in a short period of time and unleash unparalleled combat power.

"boom."

The extremely violent aura was released from the corpse of the god and enveloped the entire Tianchi.

At this moment, the divine corpse is Yin Yuanchen, and his power is rising steadily, even more than that of Archangel King Michael at this moment.

"You dare to destroy my good deeds, Zhang Ruochen, how do you want to die?" The one who had fallen into the Baiyang Realm shouted coldly.

As he spoke, he released a torrent of demonic energy, causing the space where Tianchi was located to agitate endlessly.

His name is Po Demon Lord, he is the most amazing genius in the Dark Demon World thousands of years ago, and he has the potential to become a great saint.

It is a pity that during the battle with the great sage "Brahma Seven Thoughts" of the Rakshasa clan in the hell world, the holy source was shattered by the opponent and the holy image was broken.

Even the rules of the holy way, the insights of the holy way, and the knowledge and wisdom in the body were mostly wiped out by the funeral bell of the seventh thought of Brahma.

You must know that the Holy Source is the crystallization of using the monk's Holy Appearance and Holy Qi, plus one's own perception and knowledge.

The holy source will be destroyed, the realm will be knocked down, and naturally it can no longer be called a great saint.

At that time, Po Demon Lord had broken the forty-two shackles in his body, and his future was bright. One can imagine how huge a blow that battle had been to him.

The reason why he joined the Heaven Realm faction's plan was to get the chance to return to the Great Saint Realm.

Collecting the Blood-Drying Sword was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity, but it was destroyed by Zhang Ruochen. How could he not be angry?

Judging from the aura emanating from his body, Po Demon Lord is especially better than Archangel King Michael and Yin Yuanchen.

This is also normal. Even if the Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm falls into this state, he cannot be compared to any creature in the Saint King Realm.

Archangel King Michael, Yin Yuanchen, Blood Spirit Demon King, three extremely powerful men, formed a three-talented force and surrounded Zhang Ruochen.

"Heaven Realm is indeed one of the dominant worlds. Its foundation is strong and its methods are deep, far beyond what other big worlds can match you."

Zhang Ruochen sighed softly and glanced at the two temples hanging in the sky. With them there, his way of time and space were completely suppressed.

The current situation is very unfavorable to him.

"Zhang Ruochen has lost the power of time and space. How much of your 100% combat power can you still use? Take my sword and try it."

Archangel King Michael was the first to take action.

Under his control, the twelve swords of judgment merged into one and slashed at Zhang Ruochen.

He was severely injured by Zhang Ruochen's sword before, and now he undoubtedly wants to regain his position.

"Wow——"

The Sword of Judgment bloomed with divine light, shining on the heaven and earth, as if it was going to purify all the evil in the world.

Archangel King Michael and the Twelve Messengers of Judgment have not cultivated the way of light to the state of Dzogchen, but now when combined together, they can exert power comparable to Dzogchen.

"Even if you don't use the power of time and space, you are still no match for me."

Zhang Ruochen's body boiled with fighting spirit, his eyes were as bright as lightning, he rose into the air, swung the ancient Shen Yuan sword in his hand, and slashed out a sword beam that reached the sky.

"Boom."

Two sword lights shattered in mid-air at the same time, shooting out countless sharp sword energies.

Fortunately, this space has been completely suppressed. Even such a terrible collision of forces has not been able to tear the space apart.

Archangel King Michael stepped back more than two hundred meters and stabbed his sword into the ground to stabilize his retreat.

This blow collided, and although he fell below, he was not injured. His confidence greatly increased, and he thought to himself: "Zhang Ruochen doesn't seem to be invincible."

"Roar."

The evil spirit roared and prepared to rush forward with A Le to share the pressure for Zhang Ruochen.

"You are not qualified to participate in the war. You will be destroyed in both body and soul by me."

Although Po Demon Lord was in a state of decline, he still had the majesty of the great sage and the power of the emperor in the holy way. He mobilized the majestic demonic energy of the sea of ​​blood, condensed a giant hand that covered the sky, and suddenly struck out.

Feeling the pressure as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was collapsing, Ah Le showed no fear and released the ultimate murderous aura from his body. He concentrated all his power into one point and stabbed out with one sword.

The evil spirit also inspired a lot of divine power, and whipped out its thick python tail.

"boom."

The giant hand that covered the sky was invincible, and both A Le and the evil spirit were shot away and fell into the Tianchi.

After this blow, A Le and the evil spirit suffered heavy losses. The holy blood dyed a large area of ​​Tianchi red, causing the cold Tianchi water to boil.

It's not that they are too weak, but that Po Demon Lord is too strong.

The great sage who broke the forty-two shackles was by no means an ordinary person.

You must know that if a great saint in the Hundred Shackles Realm breaks one shackle, the power of his immortal body can be increased by one tenth.

In other words, breaking ten shackles can double one's strength.

If you can break all the 100 shackles, you will be able to explode with ten times the power.

This is only the enhancement of the physical body, and does not include the improvement of the Hundred Flail Realm Great Sage's understanding of the Holy Way, the improvement of his ability to control the rules of heaven and earth, and the holy energy of heaven and earth.

Although Po Demon Lord fell into the realm, he broke the forty-two shackles, and the power of the immortal body was more than four times stronger than that of the great sage at the peak of the immortal realm.

Even if there is no support from the power of the Great Sage, it cannot be underestimated.

If the state of mind is insufficient, strength will make up for it.

"There is a huge difference in strength between those who have fallen into the Hundred Flails Realm and those who have fallen into the Immortal Realm." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

He had previously killed Tian Ling, who was once the pinnacle immortal saint, without much effort at all, but now, Po Demon Lord had put a lot of pressure on him.

"Zhang Ruochen, you still dare to be distracted now. You really don't know how to write the word "death." Yin Yuanchen, who had merged with the divine corpse, said.

At the same time, he rushed forward, swung his divine sword, and slashed out.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at Yin Yuanchen lightly, waved his hand, and took out the blood-dropping sword.

At the same time, the majestic five elements of chaotic energy emerged from his body, combined with the rules of truth, and evolved into a vast starry sky.

The Temple of Time and the Temple of Space can only imprison time and space, but they cannot block his way of truth.

"Sealing."

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded.

In the sky above Zhang Ruochen, twenty-four sacred bones appeared, with many secret patterns intertwined on them, releasing extremely special power fluctuations, covering Zhang Ruochen.

Suddenly, the realm of truth condensed by Zhang Ruochen began to vibrate slightly.

"Is there someone involved in the Temple of Truth?"

Zhang Ruochen's heart sank slightly.

It's normal to think about it. The factions in the heaven realm are huge, and they naturally have strong power in the Temple of Truth. Otherwise, how can we get the secret method of condensing the form of the truth realm for Archangel King Michael?

There was a person standing above the clouds, with a sneer in his eyes, looking down at Zhang Ruochen below.

It was none other than one of the ten divine disciples of the Temple of Truth, Dongfang Qingyu.
To be continued...