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- "Poof!"
"Poof!"
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After Shen Yuan¡¯s ancient sword cut off the body of the crocodile-headed Death Saint, it flew towards the other three Death Saints.
The first great saint of the dead clan was shot through the center of his eyebrows.
Second, the head is separated from the body.
The third one had his chest broken.
The three great saints of the dead have all taken precautions in advance and mobilized their ultimate defensive power.
But it¡¯s no use.
The first Great Saint of the Dead held up the Dao Domain, but was broken open by Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword. The second Great Saint of the Dead used his soldiers to resist, but was cut off by Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
With the current sharpness of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, how can an ordinary king's sacred weapon withstand it?
Three mutilated corpses fell on the seabed, and the waters became even brighter red.
The great sage¡¯s vitality is so powerful that even if his body is shattered, it will have a chance to regroup. However, after the four great saints, including the crocodile-headed death clan saint, were struck by Shen Yuan's ancient sword, the life force in their bodies dissipated instantly and they died completely.
The reason why it is so terrifying is that Zhang Ruochen cultivated the Heavenly Sword Soul.
The sword cuts not only their bodies, but also their holy souls.
The soul has been destroyed, how can the body be re-consolidated?
Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew around in the water, refining and absorbing all the holy weapons on the four dead saints, before flying back to Zhang Ruochen's hands. In addition, the holy sources of the four dead saints were also taken away by Zhang Ruochen.
The whole process is over in an instant.
In the distance, those great sages who were planning to leave sensed this powerful sword power and stopped one after another, looking over.
"Zhang Ruochen finally showed up!"
"One sword kills a great saint without leaving any chance of life. Such swordsmanship is comparable to the death swordsmanship of the Dead clan and the killing swordsmanship of the Shura clan."
"Now Zhang Ruochen and the Temple of Death have really formed a serious feud, and he can't deny it even if he wants to deny it."
"Nan Sheng is nearby, Zhang Ruochen will probably run away soon."
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Da Sikong and Er Sikong were already exhausted and covered with scars, but they had anxious looks on their faces. They urged: "Uncle Master, let's run away quickly. There is a more powerful one behind us. Zhen Sha, Zhen Greed, and Zhen Wan are blocking us." , but it shouldn¡¯t be able to stop him for long.¡±
"Since True Killer, True Greed, and True Delusion have worshiped Buddhism and called me Master and Uncle, how can I abandon them?"
Zhang Ruochen looked at Nan Sheng with sharp eyes.
Nan Sheng was still standing on the shoulders of the stone sculpture that was more than ten feet high. A green talisman flew out of the green talisman fan in his hand. The talisman turned into a palace dozens of feet long, suppressing the true murder, true deceit, and true greed below.
Feeling Zhang Ruochen's gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his body flew up, landing only ten feet away from Zhang Ruochen.
Nan Sheng was not angry because Zhang Ruochen killed the four great saints of the Temple of Death. Instead, he looked happy, waved his fan and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to show up so soon. Very good, very good."
Zhang Ruochen was wearing white clothes and had an outstanding temperament. He said, "I didn't expect you to reach Jiannan Realm so quickly and break into the Origin Temple."
"Your methods are beyond my expectation. If you hadn't chased Ji Fanxin to find Jiannan Realm, we might still think you were in the Yaksha Clan's ancestral realm." Two strands of long white hair on Nan Sheng's temples , floating in the water.
Zhang Ruochen didn't run away when he saw him, which surprised Nan Sheng. He acted cautiously and used his mental power to secretly check the surroundings to make sure there were no other strong men hiding, and then he felt at ease.
It seems that Zhang Ruochen has no back-up plan at all, it is just self-aggrandizement.
That¡¯s fine.
Today, let him know how painful the price of arrogance is.
Nan Sheng smiled and said: "This is not the royal city of hundreds of tribes. You can't compete with me just by relying on your physical strength. So, are you sure you don't want to escape?"
"If I want to leave, can you stay?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.
Nan Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning. In an instant, he was in front of Zhang Ruochen. His right sleeve fluttered, forming a powerful and domineering seal.
Zhang Ruochen did not use space power to dodge. The sword in his hand came first and then swung the sword out.
"Boom!"
In Nan Sheng's palm, the extremely condensed aura of death formed a circular seal, which collided with Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
The sword energy and the energy of death were centered on the two of them, shooting out in all directions.
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A surge of anger arose in Nan Sheng's heart. He spread out his arms and countless rules of the holy way flew out from between his eyebrows, filling the entire seabed space with the number reaching seven trillion. The Dao realm then appeared, wrapping Zhang Ruochen inside.
Those rules of the Holy Way were like chains, imprisoning Zhang Ruochen and not giving him any room to move.
"Zhang Ruochen, I have already said that this is not the royal city of hundreds of tribes, and you cannot show off your power by relying only on your physical strength. In front of me, you are as weak as an ant. I don't even have to do anything. You can do it with just your Tao domain. I can suppress you." Nan Sheng said.
Zhang Ruochen¡¯s arm holding the sword was weighed down by the hundreds of billions of holy rules. He tried to use his strength to lift the ancient Shen Yuan sword, but even if he tried his best, his arm could not move.
"Sure enough, the gap in realm is still too big. Without using the power of mysteries, I have almost no power to fight back against a strong person of this level."
Zhang Ruochen sighed, and then subtle spatial fluctuations appeared around him, and his body disappeared in place.
"Space shifting! How is it possible?"
Nan Sheng narrowed his eyes and couldn't believe that under the absolute Dao domain suppression, the opponent could still use space movement. Could it be that my prediction of the space controller's ability was wrong?
No, Zhang Ruochen must have mastered some kind of spatial treasure, maybe even the secret of space.
That¡¯s okay, after killing him, the harvest will be greater.
Suddenly, Nan Sheng felt something in his heart, and Zhang Ruochen appeared behind him.
Without turning around at all, Nan Sheng directly used his holy soul to control the rules of the holy way in the realm, turning it into a huge wave of rules and hitting Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen used Space Shift again, appeared above his head, and muttered silently: "The bright moon is like a song."
Densely packed time-marked light spots appeared in Nan Sheng's Dao Domain. Among them, the densest time-marked light spots condensed into a bright moon, hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head.
Nan Sheng wanted to mobilize the rules of the holy way, but found that the flow of time had slowed down, and the speed at which the rules of the holy way flowed towards Zhang Ruochen also became extremely slow. He secretly sighed something bad.
Zhang Ruochen is not only the controller of space, but also the controller of time. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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