God Emperor

As the golden wave of holy energy dissipated, hundreds of acres of sweet-scented osmanthus trees all collapsed and turned into powder as if they were made of sand.

Without the cover of the osmanthus tree, Zhang Ruochen finally saw a man in a golden holy robe sitting cross-legged under the cliff in the distance. He looked to be in his thirties, with a white face and no beard, and his eyes were like golden stars. He was studying the cliff. A picture on the wall.

The strong men from the Yun Realm who were still alive all bowed and saluted the man, saying: "The monks from the Guanghan Realm have gone too far to bully others. They killed sixteen heroes from the Holy Realm in the Cloud Realm. Please ask the King of Yi to take action to kill them. For the sake of The dead monk takes revenge."

The man named "The Strange King" "awakened" from his enlightenment and slowly stood up.

The aura emanating from him was majestic and noble, so suppressing that all the unruly cloud realm experts present could not raise their heads.

"So many people took action together, but they couldn't even defeat six monks from the Guanghan Realm. You have lost all the face of the Yun Realm. Humph!"

The Yi King is now half-step into the realm of the Holy King, but his soft hum is so deafening that it makes all the strong men in the Cloud Realm feel dizzy and pale.

Su Qingling, Ling Mi, and Wen Shusheng were no exception. They made a muffled sound and their bodies were shaking.

Even Zhang Ruochen felt his eardrums sting, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

Fortunately, he absorbed the golden spirit origin, the water spirit origin, and a large amount of divine blood, and his physical realm was greatly increased, so he could resist it calmly.

"The man named Yi Wang is also at the level of a half-step holy king, but his use of power is better than that of the monks present." Zhang Ruochen felt dark in his heart.

Just by spitting out a sound wave, the foreign king showed his superiority.

Such a person's understanding of the holy way has reached an extremely high level. Even a move that is ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people can be fused with the holy way, thus making it ever-changing and bursting out with the power of a holy magic level.

"The cultivation level of King Yi is not lower than that of the Twelve Imperial Uncles, but should be at the level of a Four-step Holy King. Moreover, being able to come to the Realm of Truth to practice, King Yi is by no means an ordinary Holy King. Even if he is a Five-Step Holy King, It's probably not his match." Zhang Ruochen secretly made this judgment in his mind.

If "all living beings are equal" had not been turned on, Zhang Ruochen would have definitely died if he faced off against the strange king by relying on his own strength alone.

Of course, if the Yihuang Bone Staff is used as a trump card, the outcome will definitely be different.

The strange king had a fierce aura, much like a superior person looking down at the ants at his feet.

When his eyes saw the purple sacred mountain standing next to Zhang Ruochen, flames suddenly burned in his golden eyes, "It can actually increase combat power. It is really a rare treasure that can only be encountered. Zhang Ruochen, use it Dedicate it to this king, and I can leave you a way to survive."

Zhang Ruochen said: "I have killed so many powerful men in the Holy Realm in the Cloud Realm. Is there still a way to survive?"

"Of course there is a way to survive. As long as you hand over a piece of your sacred soul to my control and agree to be my slave, I can protect you from death."

The tone of the strange king was full of momentum.

Ling Feiyu carried the Heaven Burial Sword, walked to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Leave him to me to deal with it!"

The strange king's eyes fell on Ling Feiyu and said: "It turns out that he is a two-step holy king. No wonder he can kill several strong men in the holy realm in the cloud world. However, you'd better not challenge me, otherwise you will die." very ugly."

"Yeah?"

When he said these two words, Ling Feiyu's red lips also spit out sonic power.

"Bang bang."

The strong men in the Holy Realm in the Cloud Realm all had their eardrums broken and blood flowed out.

Even King Yi felt that the sound wave was like a sharp sword piercing his eardrum. It was extremely painful. He immediately mobilized his holy power to protect his eardrum and blocked the sound wave.

"With such concentrated sonic power, her control over the power is actually better than mine." King Yi felt horrified.

Being able to cultivate Jianjiudu to great perfection, Ling Feiyu's control of power is naturally exquisite.

Of course, Ling Feiyu did not completely have the advantage, because like Zhang Ruochen, she had not understood the way of truth. But King Wei is different. This is not the first time he has come to the Temple of Truth to practice. The rules of truth he has cultivated are far more profound than those of White Anaconda.

Therefore, in a real fight, Ling Feiyu may not be Yiwang's opponent.

Although Zhang Ruochen has not comprehended the Tao of Truth, he has mastered the "Tao of Space" and "Tao of Time" in the Tao of Eternity.

It can be said that Zhang Ruochen, Ling Feiyu, and Yi Wang each have their own strengths and weaknesses. In a life-and-death duel in an environment where "all living beings are equal", it's really hard to say who will win and who will lose.

The best way is for Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu to join forces, with at least an 80% chance of winning.

"Let me test his strength first. If I can't defeat him, then you can help me." Zhang Ruochen knew that when he came to the Realm of Truth, he would encounter powerful enemies from all walks of life. Some of them may not be better than aliens. The king is even stronger.

Therefore, you should fight against the strange king first to accumulate experience. Only when you encounter strong men of the same level in the future can you deal with them more calmly.

"Wow——"

Without any preparations by King Yi, Zhang Ruochen used a time sword technique. In an instant, the tip of Shen Yuan's ancient sword was pierced between King Yi's eyebrows.

"Bang."

King Yi's body slid backwards, and golden light flashed all over his body, quickly dispelling all Zhang Ruochen's sword moves.

King Yi did not fight back, only used the center of his eyebrows to block Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

Gradually, he stabilized his steps and did not continue to retreat.

A smile appeared on the corner of King Yi's mouth: "Integrating time into swordsmanship is indeed so fast that it is difficult for me to avoid it. However, the power is too different, and it cannot break my immortal diamond body at all."

Zhang Ruochen quickly sheathed his sword and quickly stepped back, his face becoming more solemn than ever before.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword was so sharp that it couldn't even scratch the Yi Wang's skin.

"You have been given a way to survive, but you don't want it. Then I can only swallow your body, absorb your essence and blood, and make the immortal diamond body one step closer."

King Yi strode towards Zhang Ruochen. It seemed like he was walking, but in fact, there was a violent hurricane stirring up, and he was as fast as thunder.

"Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands."

Yi Wang just made a move with his palm, and a total of eighteen palm rules were integrated into the palm technique, and then he used a mid-level holy technique.

Even the seventh-ranked Suixu in the "Holy Merit List" cannot compare with the speed at which he can cast intermediate holy spells.

The faster it is performed, the faster it changes. Often his opponent has died under his palm before he has time to accumulate power.

Even Zhang Ruochen was knocked off guard by King Yi, so he had to use space to move to avoid King Yi's attack.

Yi Wang was so experienced that he missed the target with one palm and immediately struck out with a second palm, as if he could capture Zhang Ruochen's moving position in advance.

"It's amazing. Such eyesight and experience are simply not something that a monk in the Holy Realm can possess."

This time, Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to swing out Shen Yuan's ancient sword and confront him head-on.

"Boom."

Hundreds of thunder and lightning surged out from King Yi's palm and struck Shen Yuan's ancient sword, sending Zhang Ruochen flying backwards.

Intermediate holy arts are extremely powerful, and only methods that are also intermediate holy arts can block them.

The so-called "Yin-Yang Thousand Thunder Hands" can create thousands of thunders with one palm, as if a god of thunder was born. Turning the hand over will produce Yang thunder, and turning the hand over will produce Yin thunder.

A four-step holy king like Yi Wang has reached a superb level of use of the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands. Moreover, it can be used continuously, and there is no need to worry about the depletion of holy power.

"Zhang Ruochen, although my cultivation has been suppressed to the Half-Step Saint King, I am still only one step away from the First-Step Saint King. And you have just broken through to the Half-Step Saint King, and you actually want to fight with me... Eh... …”

Suddenly, King Yi's eyes froze.

I saw Zhang Ruochen standing intact in the thunder and lightning. Not only did he not fall down, but the fighting spirit in his body was actually rolling, and a sound like a roaring dragon came from his body.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the purple sacred mountain, jumped up, and suppressed the strange king.

The Yi King once again launched the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands, and thunder and lightning flew out like a river and collided with the purple sacred mountain.

Two powerful forces are colliding head-on.

Even the mid-level holy technique could not stop the attack of Zhang Ruochen and the Purple Mountain.

"What a powerful force."

King Yi felt that his internal organs were violently trembling, and he stepped backward step by step. Every time he took a step backward, the ground would crack a large area, as if the entire Jingxiang Cliff Dojo had been crushed by his feet.

The majestic fourth-step holy king was actually forced to retreat by a junior who was only half a step into the holy king realm. King Yi felt that his face was damaged and he yelled: "Do you really think that I can't deal with you?"

"Wow——"

In the dojo, the rules of heaven and earth trembled slightly.

Immediately, the rules of truth were mobilized by King Yi, integrated into the palm, and combined with the Yin and Yang Thousand Thunder Hands.

The power erupted from the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands increased several times in a row.

Yi Wang pressed out with a palm, and all the thunder and lightning seemed to turn into the form of pythons, bombarding the purple sacred mountain, and suppressed Zhang Ruochen below the sacred mountain.

King Yi has come to the Temple of Truth to practice seven times. The rules of truth he has understood are more profound than those of the white anaconda, and the power he unleashes is even more powerful.

It can be said that Zhang Ruochen, who did not understand the rules of truth, suffered a big loss.

"Die to me."

The Yi King flew to a height of tens of feet, and then turned into a golden light and fell rapidly downwards. The rules of the palm and the rules of truth intertwined on his palms and hit the purple sacred mountain.

Zhang Ruochen was pinned under the purple sacred mountain, and before he could escape, King Yi's tyrannical palm force had already struck him.

"Boom."

The purple sacred mountain sank seven feet downward.

Jingxiangya Dojo is full of broken cracks, and they extend outside the dojo. The long stone steps leading to the dojo were broken into more than ten pieces, as if they had suffered a world-ending disaster.

"finished?"

King Yi stared at the purple sacred mountain with a suspicious expression. Suddenly, he felt alert: "It's not good."

Like a conditioned reflex, Yi Wang used his backhand to strike backwards. The palm power of the Holy Path surged out from his palm in layers, like waves on the sea.

However, a two-meter-long space crack was like a black boat, cutting through the wave of palm power and slashing towards the chest of King Yi.

"That's...space power."

King Yi felt a huge crisis, and his pupils shrank into two golden dots the size of needle tips. At the same time, his body shrank ten thousand times, becoming only the size of a grain of rice, and he ejected like lightning, trying to avoid the attack from the space crack.

Ejected thirty feet away, King Yi's body expanded again and became its original appearance.

There was a bloody mouth on his left shoulder.

Even if he hid quickly, he only avoided death and death, and there was still a piece of flesh and blood on his body that was chopped off by the space crack. At this moment, a large amount of holy blood poured out from the blood mouth, dyeing half of King Yi's body red.

"My king's immortal diamond body is actually vulnerable to the power of space..."

The foreign king finally realized that the junior opposite him who was half a step into the realm of a holy king was difficult to deal with.

If you're not careful, your boat might capsize in the gutter today.