Chapter 2719                                                                                                                            �

"So strong, so fast."

"This sword is too domineering, and I can't see the sword moves and sword powers clearly. It is not the sword art that should be found in the world. This is the sword art that only the sword god has."

"Breaking into the supreme realm, Zhang Ruochen is afraid that he will really be invincible in the world!"

...

As everyone was talking, Yuan and Viagra reunited.

They are soul bodies and ghost bodies, and if the soul is immortal, they will be immortal.

However, Zhang Ruochen's explosive combat power shocked them, and the two chose to retreat decisively. Even though the cosmic divine fetus that were like the killing and fearless, they were filled with strong fear.

In the void, Zhang Ruochen held a sword in one hand and hugged Prajna falling from above with the other.

The door of the true self is broken. Although she will not lose all her cultivation, her vitality will be greatly damaged. She is so weak that she is as pale as flawless fairy jade, and her delicate body is as soft as boneless.

She leaned gently against Zhang Ruochen's chest, quiet and leisurely, without sorrow or joy.

"Wuji gives birth to Tai Chi, and Tai Chi gives birth to the two qualities."

"The two qualities give birth to four images, and the four images give birth to eight trigrams."

"The Eight Trigrams evolve all things, and all things become one."

Zhang Ruochen moved the power of Wuji Holy Will to the extreme, and suddenly, the entire sea area was surging and thunder and lightning.

The power of heaven and earth gathers all over him.

The rules of heaven and earth are controlled by him.

The powerful swallowing power condensed the energy, sea water, dust, rules, time, space... all towards one point, and condensed into a faint phantom of the true self, floating above the heads of the two.

"Zhang Ruochen actually helped the Goddess of Destiny and condensed the Gate of True Self again. This... this is too incredible..."

"The power that Zhang Ruochen mastered is too strange. Is it so magical to combine time and space?"

"It should be used. Don't forget that Zhang Ruochen has mastered the mystery of fate of 30% of the mystery. Moreover, he has been to the Origin Temple and has mostly obtained a lot of the mystery of the Origin. With the mystery of fate and the Origin Mystery, what else can he not do?"

...

The door to the true self is very unstable and very weak.

However, looking at this faint shadow, the gods in hell and heaven were slightly shocked, even more surprised than Zhang Ruochen defeating the three Yuanhui-level representatives with one sword just now.

They certainly knew that Zhang Ruochen had just used the power of mystery, and more than one mystery.

However, it is impossible to mobilize all the rules of heaven and earth in the past. What is really strange is the power of his holy will. This holy will seems to be a state of complete control within a certain range of space.

Most of the Holy Realm powerhouses whose cultivation level reaches the peak of the demigod can cultivate the absolute rule field and be fully controlled. However, that is an absolute field formed by squeezing out all the rules of heaven and earth, only retaining their own rules.

Moreover, the scope of the field is far less than that of Zhang Ruochen's Holy Idea.

The God of Bloody War smiled and said, "Haha! It's successful. My grandson should be the first person in this era. He and that little goddess are very compatible. They can be called a perfect match and can help each other. Well! It's really good. I like it the more I look at it. If I remember correctly, this little goddess will abdicate, right?"

Emperor Luo Yan snorted coldly.

The ghost master smiled with a silence and said: "Thousands of years ago, the little goddess was ordered to marry Yan Wushen by the God of Fortune. Even if she abdicated, it has nothing to do with your blood-death family."

The smile on the face of the Blood-Jue War God was curled a little, but he didn't say anything more.

After all, this matter involves the God of Fortune, and it also concerns the face of the Yama clan. The Five Purity Sect is sitting there! Some words can be said, and some words need to be restrained.

The Blood-Earth God of War is arrogant on the surface, but he understands everything in his heart.

If you are really just crazy and blindly arrogant, how could you sit in the position of the slaughter of the Blood Heaven Tribe?

No god doubted the identity of Prajna. After all, she was brought back by the God of Angry God, and was the disciple of the God of Destiny.

No god thinks that she is a monk from Kunlun Realm and has an old age with Zhang Ruochen. After all, the rescue battle that erupted a thousand years ago in the Destiny Mountain, all the lurkers in Kunlun Realm have been exposed and almost wiped out.

If she was a monk from Kunlun Realm, how could she not participate in the rescue plan that was a thousand years ago?

For monks in Kunlun Realm, is there anything more important than rescuing the Supreme?

However, the gods also saw that Prajna and Zhang Ruochen had a close relationship and were by no means ordinary friends. There must be some hidden feelings in it.

Prajna's cultivation has recovered a little, he left Zhang Ruochen's arms, and flew back to the ancient ship where the monks of the Temple of Destiny are located.

On the sea.

In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, there was no such arrogance and arrogant domineering as he was at the beginning. It was very calm, but this calmness gave the monks present a more domineering feeling.

He said, "I said, I want to be the Lord of the Ten Realms. You all disagree and you will join forces to kill me. But since you can't kill me, I should kill you now."

The sword in Zhang Ruochen pointed through the bodies of Viagra and Yuan, and said, "Everyone is a monk in the Hell Realm. You only need to leave the supreme holy weapon on your body. Today, I can spare you all the death."

The kin was hanging the arms of twelve soul-devouring bells and turned his back to his back.

The greedy baby with six swords surrounded him smiled coldly.

They are both representative figures of the Yuanhui level, the doors of the Earth Demon Ghost City and the Qinglu Temple, and also represent the Ghost Clan and the Shura Clan. Being in this position means that they can only fight and cannot compromise.

"Give you time to think about it."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes turned to Shang Zipeng, his eyes became a little cold, and he said, "I thought you were dead, and the grudges and hatred between us had already returned to the dust. But since you came alive, I must kill you again today so that you can destroy both your spirit and body."

Zhang Ruochen and Shang Zigong had a terrible hatred.

"This sentence is what I want to say to you. If it weren't for you, how could I become like this now as a person or a ghost?" Shang Zigong bit his two rows of stone teeth, and was furious and had no intention of escaping.

Zhang Ruochen is already his inner demon. If he escapes again today, the inner demon will definitely swallow him.

How can you become a god?

The two clones, Fire Demon Emperor and Han Yetian, flew to the left and right sides of Shang Zipeng, and both burst out power fluctuations of the peak level of the demigod, reflecting the heaven and earth half cold and half hot.

"kill!"

Zhang Ruochen roared, crossed the space, and appeared in front of Shang Zi's god, and slashed his sword straight down.

"Bang!"

The attacks launched by Shang Zipeng, Fire Demon Emperor, and Han Yetian were broken by Zhang Ruochen with a sword. Three figures were hit by countless sword energy and fell straight to the sea.

With two thuds, Fire Demon Emperor and Han Yetian fell into the sea.

Shang Zipeng's body was a colorful divine monument. He was slashed by Zhang Ruochen with a sword, but only a white mark was left on his chest.

The colorful light flashed, and the white marks disappeared.

“Immortal merit!”

The merits and magical texts on Shang Zipeng's body were rising and falling, and a large amount of colorful merit energy surged out of his body, covering the sea surface of the thousands of miles of seas and derived into a colorful ocean.

Moreover, the energy of merit burns and turns into powerful forces, entering Shang Zigong's body.

The momentum emitted by Shang Zipeng became stronger and stronger, and thunderstorms were heard in the stone body.

"Shang Zixuan used the power of merit to burn the energy of merit and improve his combat power."

"What a strong aura. Shang Zigong in such a state can already challenge the fake god!"

Feng Yan snorted: "The Temple of Merit was established by the gods in the heavenly court. The power of merit was collected from all heavens and was used to cultivate monks in all worlds. He was good at Shang Zigong, but he actually used it himself for fighting. Truely think the Qi of Merit comes easily? Truely think the Qi of Merit belongs to their Temple of Merit? Truely, the Qi of Merit belongs to him? Truely, the Qi of Merit belongs to him?"

Feng Yan's sound was very loud and it came into the ears of many monks.

Shang Zigong's move made many monks in the Heavenly Court angry.

After all, if monks from all walks of life in the Heavenly Court want to obtain the merit energy, they must fight on the merit battlefield and fight to the death. Moreover, they can only get a small amount for cultivation.

Shang Zigong directly burned the energy of merit, how could everyone feel balanced?

Fairy Guna said: "Young Master Zipeng has already combined with the five-colored merit divine monument into one, so he can naturally use the power of merit. Besides, he is also trying to kill Zhang Ruochen, a Yuanhui-level traitor, not for his own selfish desires."

"Boom!"

On the colorful sea surface, Shang Zigong and Zhang Ruochen attacked each other.

Shang Zigong was burning with colorful divine flames all over his body, and his power was extremely powerful. The innocent sword in his hand slashed out blood-red horse training, and his combat power was extremely powerful.

Moreover, the dense streaming rules of divine patterns blended with his body faster than lightning.

There were very few monks present who could see his figure clearly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

Apart from the way of burying gold, Zhang Ruochen did not have the Taoist method to enter the spirit, but with his fourteen golden wings, the speed of bursting out was not inferior to that of Shang Zipeng.

The two were like two rays of light colliding on the sea surface. Each sword was fighting hard, without dodging, and without using any other magic.

What you fight for is strength and speed.

The sound of swords like thunder came one after another.

I don’t know how many strikes I collided, but the colorful light flew backwards, slowing down, revealing Shang Zipeng’s figure. His stone body was covered with white light marks, and I don’t know how many swords he was in.

"The only ability to burn the energy of merit? Today, it seems that it is your death." Zhang Ruochen's long hair was floating and his eyes were as cold as frost.
To be continued...