God Emperor

"I couldn't kill him."

Zhang Ruochen stood opposite King Yi, with a look of regret in his eyes.

The space cracks actually failed to kill him.

Zhang Ruochen pressed his palms to his chest and felt burning pain in his internal organs. It was obvious that he had suffered some injuries from the head-on confrontation with the Yi Wang.

Zhang Ruochen and King Yi confronted each other, but neither of them took action rashly.

The dozen or so powerful men from the cloud world who were still alive all looked at each other in shock. Lord Yi Wang personally took action, but he still suffered a loss at the hands of Zhang Ruochen.

"No wonder he can collect more than 400 million merit points and reach the top of the "Saint Merit List". Zhang Ruochen is really strong." This is what they thought in their hearts.

The Immortal King's body of the strange king was successfully cultivated after swallowing millions of living beings and condensing their essence and blood. It can be said to be a defensive holy art at the level of an intermediate holy art.

As long as it continues to devour living creatures, the Immortal Vajra Body will become more powerful, even reaching the level of high-level holy arts.

"Chichi."

The wound on King Yi's left shoulder glowed with golden light and slowly healed. He said with a very serious expression: "Zhang Ruochen, if you have used up all your trump cards, I advise you to escape from Jingxiang Cliff Dojo immediately, otherwise you will continue to fight." You will die when you come down."

Zhang Ruochen circulated the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra" for a week, and immediately recovered more than half of the injuries in his body, and said fiercely: "It seems that you have stronger means."

"That's natural. I don't just practice one kind of intermediate holy art." King Yi said.

Ling Feiyu noticed that more and more monks were gathering outside the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, so the cold voice sounded: "Zhang Ruochen, there is no need to continue to struggle with him, let's take action together and fight quickly to avoid more trouble later." If there are too many monks from the Cloud Realm coming over, that will be a troublesome thing."

The Cloud Realm is a powerful realm, and there are many dojos in the Realm of Truth.

If they knew something was going on at the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo, the monks from the Yunjie Dojo would definitely come to support them. If this continues, the situation may reverse and become unfavorable to Zhang Ruochen and the others.

Zhang Ruochen was not a pushy person. He nodded and said, "Okay, let's attack together and make a quick decision."

Immediately, Zhang Ruochen took out a wine bag, poured the Dragon Spirit Mad Cow wine, which was as hot as lava, into his mouth and swallowed it.

Suddenly, the holy energy in his body was like billions of mad cows running wildly.

Mu Lingxi, Su Qingling, Wen Shusheng, and Ling Mi each took out a wine bag and drank a sip of Longling Mad Cow Wine.

They knew that Longling Mad Cow Wine was more precious than many holy elixirs and was worth a fortune, so they drank sparingly and did not dare to drink as much as Zhang Ruochen did.

Zhang Ruochen also called out the demonic voice and said: "You and Lingxi and the others will take action together and be sure to keep all the monks from the Yun Realm. If they dare to occupy the dojo in the Guanghan Realm, they must pay a heavy price."

"I want to drink too."

Moyin's eyes were as charming as silk and she licked her red lips.

Zhang Ruochen took out a wine bag and threw it to her.

Knowing that Moyin is quite addicted to alcohol, Zhang Ruochen warned: "Save your drink. The value of each sip of this Longling Mad Cow Wine is comparable to a holy elixir."

Moyin chuckled, opened the lid of the wine bag, raised a snow-white and slender jade neck, and took a long drink.

The monks from Yunjie originally planned to delay the time until the strong men from other dojos arrived. Therefore, watching Zhang Ruochen and others drinking, they did not launch an attack, but were still laughing secretly in their hearts.

King Yi was the first to notice that something was wrong. He noticed that the aura of the holy way on Zhang Ruochen and others was growing rapidly and becoming more and more powerful.

"The wine they drank is a kind of holy wine that can increase combat power. You'd better be careful." King Yi shouted loudly, causing the monks in the cloud world to put away their contempt.

Any treasure that can improve combat power, whether it is holy elixir, holy medicine, or holy wine, is definitely a valuable thing, and ordinary monks cannot afford it.

Moreover, such treasures often have side effects.

The more combat power is improved, the greater the side effects.

Therefore, no one would easily take this kind of treasure unless it was a real life-and-death battle.

Treasures like Longling Mad Cow Wine, which can double the combat power without any side effects, can be said to be extremely rare, and every monk wants to get it.

"Having begun to drink the holy wine that enhances combat power, it seems that the monks in Guanghan Realm are preparing to fight tooth and nail."

"Everyone will use all their trump cards. As long as we block them for a while, a large number of strong men from the cloud world will arrive here."

Some of the strong men in the cloud world took holy elixirs that boosted combat power, some took out offensive talismans, and some prepared to form battle formations.

A desperate battle is imminent.

Zhang Ruochen pulled up the purple sacred mountain from the ground, his skin turned a little red, and blood flowed all over his body, like a mad lion king attacking the foreign king.

Ling Feiyu did not drink Longling Mad Cow Wine because she was a swordsman monk and she had to stay sober in order to use her swordsmanship to the most exquisite level.

She may not become stronger after taking Longling Mad Cow Wine.

Perhaps the biggest disadvantage of Longling Mad Cow Wine is that after drinking it, a person's mental state will become crazy. Although one can still remain sane, it will eventually have a certain impact.

King Yi mobilized the rules of truth and kept making palm seals. However, his power was only half as strong as Zhang Ruochen and could not suppress Zhang Ruochen at all.

Just when Yi Wang and Zhang Ruochen were clashing with each other, and the old strength was exhausted and the new strength was not yet regenerated, Ling Feiyu's figure turned into a purple current shadow, moving sideways from behind Zhang Ruochen, and the Sky Burial Sword in his hand drew a circle. .

"Wow——"

The sword circle enveloped the strange king.

A ray of sword Dao Xuangang flew out from the center of the sword circle, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, and hit the foreign king's chest.

The sound of gold and stone colliding sounded, and the Heavenly Burial Sword pierced the immortal king's body, and the sword tip entered the flesh and blood. King Yi grabbed the edge of the Heavenly Burial Sword with both hands, and at the same time, he quickly retreated backwards, trying to neutralize Ling Feiyu's sword force.

"It turns out to be Sword Dao Xuan Gang, so powerful..."

King Yi gritted his teeth, and the holy power in his body flowed rapidly, all rushing to his arms and chest.

Previously, Zhang Ruochen had used space cracks to break the Yiwang's Immortal Diamond Body, causing the Immortal King Kong Body's defense to slip a lot. Now it was naturally unable to stop the indestructible sword Dao Xuangang.

When Ling Feiyu suppressed King Yi, Zhang Ruochen held up the purple divine stone with one hand, jumped up from behind her, and suppressed King Yi head-on.

Ling Feiyu's sword power has not diminished and can penetrate King Yi's body at any time.

The attack launched by Zhang Ruochen is no small matter. Once hit, it will definitely severely damage the foreign king.

The foreign king fell into a double crisis, almost a desperate situation.

"war."

Yiwang roared, his legs tightened, and his whole body's weight sank, causing him to stop. The two palms no longer grasped the Heavenly Burial Sword, but instead mobilized the rules of the Holy Way to condense the Yin and Yang Thousand Thunder Hands.

"Chi!"

The Heavenly Burial Sword pierced the chest of the foreign king, and a large amount of holy blood surged out like red spring water.

The Yi Wang's face was ferocious, as if he was unaware of the pain. He took a step forward, avoiding the purple sacred mountain that attacked from above, while striking Ling Feiyu's face with the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands.

The Sky Burial Sword completely penetrated the body of King Yi, and the sharp sword energy severely injured King Yi.

"What a move to put one to death and then live again."

Ling Feiyu's vision was filled with fierce thunder and lightning, and she was about to be slapped to death by King Yi. She directly abandoned the Heavenly Burial Sword and mobilized the power of Lightning Mother Ziyi, which also fired hundreds of thunder and lightning.

"Boom."

After all, Ling Feiyu did not understand the rules of truth. In this duel, he fell into a disadvantage and retreated continuously before completely neutralizing the power of the foreign king's palm.

King Yi didn't expect that the palm he struck with all his strength would only knock the opponent back.

"Are you wearing a divine garment?"

King Yi stared at Ling Feiyu, feeling crazy with jealousy.

If that purple cloth were worn on his body, he would be able to unleash the power of the Yin Yang Thousand Thunder Hands. Who knows how powerful he would be.

Ling Feiyu just looked back indifferently, stretched out his palm forward, released the idea of ​​the sword soul, and the Heavenly Burial Sword inserted in the body of the foreign king made a sword sound, and moved the sword upward, trying to tear the foreign king's body into pieces.

King Yi quickly bent his legs, stood in a horse stance, and put his hands together. With the chest as the center, a swirling golden power of the Holy Path was condensed, forcing the Heavenly Burial Sword to fly out.

Ling Feiyu grabbed the Heavenly Burial Sword again, stood with the sword horizontally, and said: "The strength is still good!"

"If it weren't for the equal suppression of all living beings, if I wanted to kill you, why would I use a second hand?" King Yi said in a deep voice.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the purple sacred mountain and landed behind King Yi. His clothes were flying and his long hair was like strong grass in the wind. He shouted: "If you have any other means, just use them. Otherwise, your death will follow."

Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu joined forces and severely damaged the foreign king in just a few encounters.

Another wave of attacks is enough to crush the strange king.

"Junior, you are too ignorant!"

King Yi said no more, stretched out his fingers and pressed them between his eyebrows, and then a golden halo burst out of his head.

The halo was spinning and becoming larger and larger, accompanied by a dull whistling sound of "rumbling". There are thirty-two holy rules in a row, integrated into the halo, and suddenly the halo becomes infinitely huge.

A circle of light and shadow rushed out from the halo, encircling the entire Jingxiang Cliff Dojo.

Previously, the Yin-Yang Thousand Thunder Hands used by King Yi, although it was an intermediate-level holy technique, only the eighteen rules of the holy path were incorporated into it. You must know that only the more rules of the holy way are incorporated, the more powerful the intermediate holy art will be.

Outside the dojo, the monks who were watching were all surprised when they saw the halo surrounding Jingxiang Cliff.

"That's an intermediate holy technique, a halo of death."

"A monk at the level of a half-step holy king can practice an intermediate holy technique like the halo of death?"

"It must be the Holy King. There is a Holy King-level power in the Yun Realm, staying at the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo."