The two great saints who were famous all over the world clashed, but they did not fall, but they shocked one after another of the great figures in the royal city of the hundreds of clans.

All the holy places of all races are shocked.

The holy building where the Yan Huangtu, Yan Zhexian, and the Earth Demon Clan and others are located is called "Kunlou", which is a famous ancient scene in the royal city of hundreds of clans.

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, after the Hell Realm declared war on the Heavenly Court, there were great powerful people at the level of God to entertain the gods in this building.

Therefore, whenever monks come to the royal city of hundreds of clans, most of them will go to Kunlou to admire the famous scenic spots and pursue the powerful power of the God Lord.

In addition, the Kunlou defense formation is powerful and is very close to the place where Zhang Ruochen and the Que God Son fight. Therefore, more and more great saints pouring in, all of them are huge, and they are like a grand priest dynasty.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, the Great Sage is the emperor in the holy realm.

However, among the great saints, there are also high and low status.

Yan Huangtu felt something and looked at the corridor.

The footsteps are getting louder.

A moment later, surrounded by a group of great saints, a man and a woman climbed upstairs.

It is the new goddess Prajna of the Temple of Destiny, and the lack of having entered the realm of Thousand Questions.

Missing is like standing in nothingness, few people can see his appearance clearly.

Prajna is like a pearl in the sky, extremely gorgeous, but also as cold as frost, making the great saints of all races who come to visit feel difficult to get close to.

Yan Huangtu's eyes fell on Que's body and laughed: "You are here just in time. I see that the son of the magpie god is probably not Zhang Ruochen's opponent. In the next game, should you take action?"

Que walked to the window, his body was as straight as a sword, looking at the long street with disorderly rules and surging air, and said, "Today is the home court of the Temple of Death."

Yan Huangtu said: "Aren't you afraid that Zhang Ruochen will not be able to overcome the difficulties?"

Without a word, it is like a sword with hidden sheaths.

Xuan Zehai and Xuan Qingying are also among the best figures in the edge of the Hell Realm, and their own cultivation is far superior to those of the lack. However, with the arrival of the lack, the two of them seem somewhat cramped and faintly stressed.

Prajna's eyes glanced at Yan Zhexian without leaving any trace, especially the position of her fetal abdomen.

Everyone in the building had their own weirdness and observed each other.

After a moment of silence, he said, "If I were somewhere else, I was really worried that he would fall into the hands of the Temple of Death. However, in this hundred clan royal city, I should be worried that he would start a massacre and cut off the Great Sage as firewood. But..."

"I think it's strange?" Yan Huangtu smiled.

"That's right."

Que and Yan Huangtu have fought with Zhang Ruochen more than once, and they have a very good understanding of him, so they naturally discovered some clues.

Que turned to look at Prajna and said, "What do you think about His Highness the Goddess?"

"Zhang Ruochen can almost completely mobilize the power of the demigod's body. His palms can turn the sky, his fists can turn the ground, his supreme body cannot be released, and he will be invincible in close combat." Prajna is not stingy with exaggerated words, and his evaluation is extremely high.

Yan Huangtu's eyes were as bright as a bronze bell, and he smiled slightly: "Did Your Highness, the Goddess, didn't understand what we mean, or did he deliberately pretend that he didn't understand?"

No wonder Yan Huangtu had such a question. After all, almost all the great saints present could see that Zhang Ruochen was able to fight against the son of Magpie because of the physical body of the demigod and the sacred intention of Yin and Yang and Five Elements.

With these two things, Zhang Ruochen is indeed invincible in melee battles and has an advantage in this hundred clan royal city.

Since it is something that everyone can see, I still need to ask you, a goddess with extraordinary wisdom?

Prajna walked to Yan Zhexian and looked out the window. His wonderful figure was as vivid as a picture of a fairy on the wall, saying, "Zhang Ruochen's style today is indeed different from usual."

"Yes! This is the most confusing thing!"

Yan Huangtu continued: "In Kunlun Realm, Zhang Ruochen killed all directions. No matter what kind of son and goddess are, how big the gods are, he will kill them if he provokes him. He will kill the monks of the ten clans of the Hell Realm. "

"In the battlefield of merit, people can kill people. Whether it is the descendants of the ghost master or his former brothers and friends, they are all gone."

"At the beginning, in the Ice King Star Goddess Tower, Ji just said casually, 'You are like a turtle shrouding your head,' which angered Zhang Ruochen and claimed that he was humiliated and he had to kill him."

"Although Zhang Ruochen may have other purposes, it also means that he can't rub sand in his eyes. Any monk who provokes him must be mentally prepared to bear his boundless anger."

"But now..."

Now, although the battle is fierce on the street, I hear the sound of Zhang Ruochen urging the son of Que to stop.

Is this still Zhang Ruochen?

"Harmony is the most important thing, and combat cannot solve the problem."

"Your Highness the Son of God, please stop quickly. There is no need for us to fight like this. It is better to enter the building and drink the holy wine and eliminate the grudges when we get drunk."

"It's really a misunderstanding. I didn't kill Dan Qiu. There will be one day when the truth will be revealed in the future."

...

Listening to Zhang Ruochen's thoughts, and the Magpie God Son could not attack for a long time, he suddenly felt a little restless and gritted his teeth with hatred, and shouted: "Shut up!"

"I really don't think about it? Enemies should be resolved rather than formed. I can swear in the name of the God of Blood and War, that there would never be any killing Shan Qiu." Zhang Ruochen said with a firm tone.

The monk present was shocked and realized that it was very likely that Dan Qiu was not killed by Zhang Ruochen.

But, does the Temple of Death really care whether Dan Qiu was killed by Zhang Ruochen?

The answer is obviously no.

The purpose of the Temple of Death is to use this as a reason to humiliate Zhang Ruochen, even kill Zhang Ruochen and take away everything from Zhang Ruochen. Of course, finding the best original divine crystal is also an important purpose.

The reason why major forces stand by and watch is actually that they also make the Death Temple make a first bird and check whether the top-quality original divine crystal is on Zhang Ruochen.

There has never been a moment when Prajna cannot understand Zhang Ruochen as he is now, and there are doubts in his beautiful eyes.

"Swish!"

The son of the Magpie retreated and stared at Zhang Ruochen coldly.

Zhang Ruochen showed joy, gentle and gentle smiled: "Yes, it's said that it's a misunderstanding, everyone should shake hands and talk about happiness."

Then, he looked at the original silence on the Holy Tower in the distance and said, "Brother Yuan, I won't bother with you about the Goddess Tower!"

Originally, Ji's face turned pale and he wanted to curse, but he secretly hated him, "In the Goddess Tower, I was almost burned to death by the immortal bird beside you, okay? If you don't care about me, I will make you die a bad death."

Originally, Ji said in a deep voice: "Son of the Magpie God, Zhang Ruochen can compete with you only by relying on his physical strength. Don't fight him in close combat. With your cultivation level, you can slap him to death."

The Son of the Magpie God is not a stupid person, so how can you see Zhang Ruochen's strength and weakness?

However, this is the royal city of hundreds of clans. All the cultivators' cultivation levels have been severely suppressed and they can only fight in close combat. Unlike in the starry sky, they can instantly open hundreds of miles away and release the rules of the trillions of holy paths, which can crush Zhang Ruochen to death.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Brother Yuan, why should I be so cruel? I, Zhang Ruochen, offended you in some way? Tell me in detail and make it clear. Maybe everyone will have no conflicts!"

Originally, Ji sneered and said, "Children Ruochen, no matter how much you admit defeat, you will never escape today."

In everyone's opinion, Zhang Ruochen's actions were indeed a manifestation of weakness due to the situation.

The more this happens, the more the smiles on the faces of the great saints in the Temple of Death are, and they wish they could press Zhang Ruochen's head on the ground to step on it to make it feel more enjoyable.

"War, don't say more nonsense. Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy today, it will be useless."

The Son of the Magpie released all the rules of the 1700 billion Taoist Dao in his body, and filled the space within a radius of dozens of feet, destroying all the Taoist locks, the Great Saint inscriptions and divine patterns in this area, forming a Taoist domain full of death.

The 3.6 billion divine patterns are like the 3.6 billion divine rivers, flowing in the ocean of rules.

The rules of the 1700 billion holy paths are like the 1700 billion huge rocks. The 3600 billion divine patterns are like the 3600 billion mountains. Both are pressed on Zhang Ruochen.

Why did Ji think that as long as the distance is widened, the Magpie God Son can suppress Zhang Ruochen?

It is precisely because of the gap in the rules of the Holy Way.

Many cultivators felt that Zhang Ruochen's defeat was determined. After all, a great saint of the Hundred Shackles Realm would be at its peak after practicing the rules of more than one billion holy paths.

The gap of a hundred times cannot be compensated at all.

However, Zhang Ruochen was not as simple as they imagined. A strange spatial structure appeared around his body, and the rules of 1700 billion holy Taoism could not be directly pressed on him.

Compared with the battle against the Iron Blood King of Yunhuan, Zhang Ruochen had more means to deal with such a powerful man at the peak of his life.

Zhang Ruochen looked depressed and sighed in dismay: "Well, since you can't persuade you to change your resentment, you can only change the way to solve this problem. Come on, Brother Que, I'll fight with you."

When he heard the word "Brother Magpie", the corner of the Magpie God's mouth twitched.

He could no longer bear it, and the son of the Magpie shouted softly: "Ming Jue Seal Method."

His hands formed a palm seal, mobilizing divine power and the rules of the holy path. Suddenly, the phantom of the Miserable Divine River appeared around his body, and the sound of deafening waves sounded.

This kind of holy art is one of the seventy-two supreme holy arts in the Temple of Death.

The son of the Magpie God has practiced the Mingjue Seal Method to the ninth level, reaching the level of a high-level holy art of death for one lifetime.

The palm prints are cast out, and the power is overwhelming.

The 3.6 billion rules of divine patterns have been transformed into thirty-six divine rivers, which complement each other with the palm seal.

"Swish!"

The space trembled, and Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared.

"Space transfer! How is it possible that in the Hundred Clans Royal City, under the suppression of my Dao Domain, he can still use space transfer?"

The son of the Magpie God was shocked and did not expect that Zhang Ruochen was so weird. However, this palm was gone but not back, and he could not regain his power and turned to attack elsewhere.

Zhang Ruochen reappeared from the side of the Magpie Son.

If he takes action at this time, even if the son of Magpie can save his life, he will not be able to escape the fate of serious injury.
To be continued...