God Emperor

About thirty feet away from the Holy Palace, two extremely small spots were slowly moving forward. ?If you get closer, you will find that the two spots are actually two figures radiating holy light, it is Fang Yi and Dongliu Sword Master.

It's just that their bodies are too small compared to the Holy Palace, so they look like two spots.

Both Fang Yi and Dongliu Sword Master had serious expressions on their faces. Every time they took a step forward, dense lines would appear under their feet.

At this time, they will take out a talisman from the storage bag and hit it on the ground.

With a roar, those lines broke one after another and disappeared into nothingness.

Then, the two of them continued moving forward.

I don’t know how many talismans were used, but finally, Fang Yi and Dongliu Sword Master were getting closer and closer to the Holy Palace. Even with their state of mind, they couldn’t help but show excitement at this moment.

Rules imperial weapon.

Once obtained, it not only means that you can obtain a large amount of Ningzhen Holy Dew, but also become the richest being among the saints. It also means that their probability of reaching the realm of the Great Sage will be greater, the time will be shorter, and they will be able to get ahead of other peers.

With the regular imperial weapons, their status in the heavenly world will be raised to a higher level.

"Ouch."

"Boom."

Suddenly, the air in the underground cave shook violently, accompanied by the roar of dragons and the sound of wheels turning.

"What happened?"

Fang Yi turned around and looked around, only to see a golden chariot rushing out of the darkness, pulled by nine giant dragons.

Whether it was a chariot or nine giant dragons, the aura emitted was quite powerful, causing the space to tremble slightly.

"Zhang... Ruochen..."

Fang Yi was slightly startled at first, and then an angry look flashed in his eyes.

Crazy Demon stood on a keel of the Jinbu Dragon Chariot and smiled: "Brother Fang, Brother Dongliu, long time no see. How about leaving this holy palace to us?"

Give it to you?

How much effort did Fang Yi and Dongliu Sword Master spend to break the formation outside the Holy Palace? Why should they be given to you?

Dongliu Sword Master was quite calm and said: "There are a large number of top powerhouses in the Sword Prison Realm and Zifu Realm here, which are enough to deal with them. Let's find a way to take over the Holy Palace first."

Fang Yi gave an order to the Holy Realm experts who were stationed outside the Holy Palace, saying: "Kill them both."

At least ten saints took action. Some shot holy spells and holy weapons at the golden dragon chariot from a distance, while others rushed directly towards it.

The saints who did not participate in the battle released their spiritual power and became alert.

Now that Zhang Ruochen and Crazy Demon are here, it is very likely that there are other strong people lurking in the dark.

A more than 30-meter-long purple fish-shaped holy weapon with ten thousand patterns burst out with perfect power and collided with the golden dragon chariot.

Circles of golden holy light suddenly emerged from the Jinbu dragon chariot, and dozens of dragon shadows flew out, causing the purple fish to fly away.

"What a powerful chariot. How many sacred weapons are there?"

Madman was secretly surprised, feeling that Zhang Ruochen's battlefield vehicle must be of a very high grade, otherwise, it would not have been possible to so easily blast away the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact that burst out with perfect power.

There is also a big gap in power between the Ten Thousand Marks Sacred Artifacts.

A sacred vessel with ten thousand inscriptions to twenty thousand inscriptions is called a sacred vessel with ten thousand inscriptions. The holy energy of Yi Yao Ten Thousand Patterns bursts out with perfect power and can form a circle of holy light mist.

A sacred weapon with twenty thousand to thirty thousand inscriptions is called an Eryao Wanwen sacred weapon. It bursts out with perfect power and can form two circles of holy light mist.

By analogy, the higher the number of inscriptions on a sacred weapon, the higher the grade and the more powerful it will be.

Of course, for the Holy Saint and the Half-Step Holy King, the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact is more of a deterrent. Because even the holy power within their bodies can only support the Yi Yao Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact to burst out with perfect power once or twice.

Only Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun, top geniuses with perfect physiques and vaster Qi seas than ordinary saints, can activate the perfect power of the Yi Yao Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact many times.

The holy power required by the Eryao Ten Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact is even greater. Even a saint with a perfect physique cannot elicit the perfect power before he breaks through to the realm of the Holy King.

Therefore, even if the Jinbu Dragon Chariot is a Nine-Glory and Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifact, it has only formed a circle of holy light mist, and the power it has exploded is far from being comparable to the perfect power of the Two-Glory and Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifact.

The Jinbulong chariot was as powerful as breaking bamboo, smashing through three sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns, smashing four sacred arts, and rushed towards the holy palace.

"Break it for me."

A half-step holy king of the water tribe with a translucent body rushed up and stopped in front of the golden dragon chariot. He mobilized the rules of the holy path of the water attribute, and a long silver river appeared in the palm of his hand.

The long river spun, as if it had turned into a liquid spear, hitting the golden dragon chariot.

"Chichi."

The liquid river water quickly condensed and turned into white ice, still showing a spiral shape, carrying a penetrating power.

The crazy devil kicked off his feet, flew out of the golden dragon chariot, grabbed the iron rod, and swung it down suddenly. His iron rod was not an ordinary thing, it was heavier than a mountain peak. When he swung it down, ripples formed all around.

"Boom." The spiral-shaped glacier was shattered by the iron rod. Even the half-step Saint King of the Water Tribe was affected and took seven steps back in a row, each step covering more than ten feet.

The body of the Half-Step Holy King of the Water Tribe had cracks in many places, and he actually suffered some minor injuries.

"What a powerful madman."

The Half-Step Holy King of the Water Tribe spread out his arms and quickly held up a water ball with a diameter of a hundred feet, protecting his body inside the water ball.

The madman laughed loudly: "Are you the palace owner of the Jellyfish Palace in the Purple Mansion Realm? Your strength is not bad, but it's a pity that you met me."

Suddenly, two powerful waves of holy power came out from behind the mad demon, and two more half-step holy king-level creatures rushed forward.

One of them, covered in purple flames, looked like a monkey and was three feet tall. He was the leader of the Flame Monkey Clan in the Sword Hell Realm.

The other one was in human form, very old, holding a crescent-shaped scimitar. He was the disciple of the great saint of the human race in the sword hell world, Old Man Qili.

The three half-step saint kings surrounded him at the same time. Crazy Demon immediately felt the pressure and immediately put away his smile. He stroked his fingers on the iron rod. Suddenly, tadpole-shaped lines appeared on the iron rod.

"war."

The madman waved the iron rod, and a large tadpole-shaped wave of holy power surged out and swept towards the three half-step holy kings.

Crazy Demon is worthy of being one of the top five experts in the Eight Tribe Realm. He actually fought against three Half-Step Saint Kings on his own, and he seemed to be able to do so with ease.

While attacking, the mad devil made strange screams from his mouth, laughing and crying at the same time. He really looked like a crazy devil.

On the other side, Zhang Ruochen drove the golden dragon chariot without any hindrance, knocking seven people at the pinnacle of the Holy Saints away, and three of them suffered serious injuries.

"Boom."

Nine Dragons ran at the same time, and their momentum was enough to overwhelm the Holy King.

Soon, the Jinbu Dragon Chariot caught up with Fang Yi and Dongliu Sword Master and arrived at the bottom of the Holy Palace.

Those strong men in the Holy Realm from the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm were left far behind the chariot.

"What a shameless guy. We spent a lot of effort and a lot of time and just broke all the formations, and you broke in. Are you trying to reap the benefits?" Fang Yi snorted coldly.

Zhang Ruochen said: "In terms of shamelessness, how can I compare to you? Back then, you and the group of saints from the Sword Hell Realm forced us to enter the canyon to die. I will always remember this incident."

Thinking of this, Fang Yi felt even more angry and said, "Okay, since you're here, let's settle all the grudges and old accounts."

Fang Yi pressed his hands on his temples, trying his best to stimulate the white stars between his eyebrows.

The next moment, a white beam of light flew out from between his eyebrows and hit the golden dragon chariot that was running towards him.

"Boom."

A circle of golden light mist of holy power formed around the golden step dragon chariot, which violently collided with the white light pillar, and chaotic power of the holy way surged out.

It's a pity that even Bai Weixing's power cannot penetrate Jinbu Longchao's defense.

Seeing that the golden dragon chariot was about to crush Fang Yi, Fang Yi remained calm and bit the tip of his tongue. Immediately, blood-red lines appeared on his face, extending from his lips to the center of his eyebrows, and injected into Baiweixing.

"Wow——"

A huge white star phantom appeared in front of Fang Yi.

The golden dragon chariot hit the white star shadow, shook suddenly, and then flew to the right.

Dongliu Sword Master standing nearby, his pupils shrunk to the size of a pinhead, seized the opportunity and stabbed out with his sword.

Because he burst out so fast, eighteen remnant souls were actually formed, and all the remnant souls were connected in a straight line.

"Wow——"

Zhang Ruochen flew out of the golden dragon chariot like a roc spreading its wings, and the space in front of him became distorted and turned into a whirlpool.

Dongliu Sword Master's sword penetrated into the vortex of space and did not deflect, pointing directly at Zhang Ruochen's heart.

It can be seen that the power and speed of this sword, as well as Dongliu Sword Master's sword will, must be quite terrifying, enough to resist the distortion of space exerted by Zhang Ruochen.

Of course, Dongliu Sword Master's sword speed is getting slower and slower. The sword energy on the sword was gradually dispersed by the distorted space.

Finally, the sharp tip of the sword stopped about three inches away from Zhang Ruochen's heart.

"Only a little bit. If my cultivation level goes further, Zhang Ruochen will definitely not be able to block my sword." Sword Master Dongliu felt a little regretful.

"Zhang Ruochen, your cultivation seems to have increased a lot. No wonder you dare to charge here alone. Unfortunately, when you meet the two of us, you are destined to suffer hatred today."

A small and delicate flying knife flew out of Fang Yi's palm, turned into a slender light mark, and hit Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows.

In Fang Yi's view, Zhang Ruochen, who was going all out to fight against Dongliu Sword Master, would definitely not be able to avoid this sword.