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- Fang Yi said coldly: "Zhang Ruochen, you are too arrogant. You really think that you can swallow so many holy sources by yourself. Are you not afraid of being pushed to death?"
"Whether I can survive or not, I don't know, but what is certain is that the Sword Prison Realm cannot even think of taking away a Holy Source."
Zhang Ruochen mobilized the power of the universe, and immediately, a powerful energy burst out from his body, shaking Fang Yi to the point where he couldn't stand still and fell backwards, with crimson blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"It's so strong."
Fang Yi clutched his chest, feeling very angry, but he was also too afraid to have an attack.
¡°Just kidding, Zhang Ruochen can kill him with just one blow now.
" Moreover, with Zhang Ruochen's talent, even if he were to be killed, the Moon God would definitely try his best to save Zhang Ruochen's life, and even the Temple of Merit might not be able to punish Zhang Ruochen.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Bear it!
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
The realms of the six worlds communicated with each other with spiritual power, prepared to retreat, and then led the saints of the six worlds to forcibly snatch the holy source on the battlefield.
The battlefield is so vast and there are so many saints from the six worlds that even if Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, he cannot stop them.
However, just as they were about to retreat, a powerful force of the holy way fell on them, suppressing them so that they could not move.
Among the realms of the seven worlds, except for Wu Hao, the other six realms all had slightly changed expressions and stared at Zhang Ruochen.
Crazy Demon said: "Zhang Ruochen, what do you mean? We just want to take away the corpses of the dead in the Mother Realm and the holy sources in their bodies. Isn't it enough to leave all the holy sources in Marquis Rakshasa to you?"
After Yuanhun died, Madman became the leader of the saints of the eight realms, acting as the agent for all the responsibilities of the realm.
"Go!"
Zhang Ruochen waved his palm and issued an order, and then all the saints from the Central Empire rushed out to collect the Holy Source.
After making these arrangements, Zhang Ruochen said: "Since you have escaped from that battlefield, it means that you have given up the holy sources on the battlefield and handed them over to the Rakshasa clan. And I relied on my own With strength, we fought desperately to defeat the Rakshasa clan and seize the Holy Source from the Rakshasa clan. What qualifications do you have to take a share of the pie?"
The six world disciples all knew that if Zhang Ruochen had not repelled the Marquis Rakshasa army, it would have been difficult for them to escape intact, let alone obtain the Holy Source.
The worst outcome is that the entire army is annihilated.
"In the final analysis, it was Zhang Ruochen who saved them. It is understandable that Zhang Ruochen wants those holy sources.
But after the Marquis Rakshasa army retreated and lost the threat of foreign enemies, they naturally wanted to take back the Holy Source, and it was impossible for Zhang Ruochen to keep it all to himself.
Faced with such huge interests, the so-called kindness can only be put aside temporarily.
The six world disciples are all dragons among men. They are quite shrewd. Almost at the same time, they used all their strength to circulate the holy energy in their bodies, bursting out the most powerful force, trying to break away from Zhang Ruochen's suppression.
"Boom!"
The six strands of holy power exploded like six clouds, and the surrounding space shook violently.
"I know that the Holy Source is very important to you, but they are also very important to me. Therefore, today, you can only rob the Holy Source based on your ability. Whoever has the greatest ability will get the Holy Source."
After Zhang Ruochen said this, he raised a palm and pressed it into the void. Immediately, the ground beneath the feet of the six world disciples suddenly sank downwards, and dense space cracks appeared around their bodies, trapping them in a digital world. Within an area of ??ten feet square.
"Damn it, the space in the Ancestral Spirit Realm is too fragile. Zhang Ruochen's space power can exert tremendous power. It would be too much of a disadvantage to fight him here."
"I finally understand why Princess Rakshasa led the Marquis' army to retreat even though she had all the advantages. If Zhang Ruochen is forced into a desperate situation, with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he can completely collapse this space and fight with them. We will die together. At that time, the Rakshasa clan will suffer heavy losses."
The six worlds were all trapped in the shattered space. Seeing that the situation was not good, the saints from the six worlds immediately rushed to the battlefield, preparing to snatch the holy source.
If so, Zhang Ruochen cannot borrow the power of the Qiankun Realm, and even if he uses space means in the Ancestral Spirit Realm, he cannot stop them.
But now
Zhang Ruochen tried his best to mobilize the power of the universe, but his body could not bear the force, and some blood marks appeared on the surface of his skin. However, he still gritted his teeth and tried to hold on.
"Space crack."
&There was blood in his mouth, his chest collapsed, and all the bones in his body were exploding.
Seeing this scene, many saints present showed joy.
Especially the saints from the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm almost laughed out loud. It was so fun. Someone should have stepped forward to suppress Zhang Ruochen's arrogance.
"If a god takes action, Zhang Ruochen is dead!"
Fang Yi felt indescribable joy in his heart.
Because Fang Yi knows that with his own strength, he may never be Zhang Ruochen's opponent in this life. Now it would be great if a god took action.
"Wow."
A bright moonlight rose from the other end of the Tianhe River, and instantly crossed the river that was 18,000 miles wide and reached the sky above the Meritorious Star.
The bright moon was extremely bright and dazzling, and it actually hit the Temple of Merit.
With a "bang", the Temple of Merit was slightly shaken by the impact, and the burst of divine power was so violent that it caused huge waves in the Milky Way not far away. The stars in the surrounding starry sky were shaking violently.
"Moon God, what are you going to do? Are you going to destroy the Temple of Merit?" A divine voice sounded in the temple, becoming angry and angry.
"The Temple of Merit cannot be fair. It wants to kill my peerless talent in the Guanghan Realm. So what if I destroy it?"
The beautiful figure of the Moon God stands in the center of the bright moon, holy and dignified, cold and elegant, with the most beautiful eyes in the world, but extremely cold and stern, like two divine swords that can pierce the sky, the earth, and the sky.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, who was seriously injured, was held in the hands of the Moon God. From his two white palms, wisps of divine power poured into his injured body, helping him heal his injuries.
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(I have been studying in Jinggangshan these days. The courses are very full and I haven¡¯t had time to code, so I squeeze in time to write a chapter.
????????????????????? Today¡¯s study is over, I¡¯ll go home tomorrow, and I¡¯ll probably be in retreat to code for a while. The day after tomorrow, if there¡¯s nothing else to do, I should be able to resume updating. I couldn't say anything else, I could only say sorry. )
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