Zhang Ruochen sat in the car and said, "The origin of the two of them is quite impressive. One is one of the three candidate goddesses of the Temple of Destiny, the Great Sage of Yanhong. The other is the seventh son of the Ghost Lord, and the one is the top ten existences in the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackle Realm."

Lianxi's face turned pale in an instant.

She had known for a long time that Zhang Ruochen was everywhere in the Hell Realm. However, it was unexpected that two such terrible powerful enemies came at one time.

How to break the deadlock next?

Since the other party killed the Great Sage of Blood-Crying, it means that it is definitely not as simple as temptation or intimidation.

Blocking the frame in front of the car, the voice of the bright red sage sounded, "Covered by my fog, I lost my mental perception, and I can also judge the identity of this sage as soon as possible. Zhang Ruochen thinks that during this period, you are in Hanhai Manor, not just as simple as turning the clouds and rains with the Shadowless Fairy."

In the frame behind, he said, "You have never seen me, but you can recognize me. How did you do it?"

"Because you have always been enemies I attach great importance to, and I remember everything about you in my heart."

When Zhang Ruochen said this, he pronounced a word from his mouth: "Broken."

The magic fire of Jingmiao poured out from the Nine Dragon Chariot and spread out like white clouds, burning the pink fog to a constant disappearance, breaking the illusion.

The appearance of the skeleton coachman is no longer like a great saint crying, but wearing a hat and unable to see his appearance clearly.

"It turns out that it's all hallucinations. The purpose of that sage, the great saint, must be to make us afraid of it." Lan Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the real blood-crying Great Sage was wrapped in pink mist threads like silk, as if wrapped in a blood cocoon, and could not break free.

If the Great Sage of Yanhong really dared to kill the Great Sage of Bloody Crying in the Hanbi City, it would definitely anger the God of War, and the Temple of Destiny could not protect her.

As the Jingmiao Divine Fire burned over, the pink mist silk thread dispersed, and the blood-crying Great Saint escaped and quickly retreated to the side of the Nine Dragon Chariot.

His heart was extremely depressed.

I thought that after breaking the seventy-two shackles, I had already been promoted to the level of a top master in the Hundred Shackles Realm. However, I didn't expect that I would just accompany Zhang Ruochen to a banquet and suffered two blows.

The gap between it and the powerful man in the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackle Realm is so big.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The wheels of the front and rear frames slowly turned and drove towards the Jiulong Chariot.

Every time you advance one meter, the space will be compressed one level.

The space in the front and back directions was like two invisible walls, slowly moving over. The Nine Dragon Chariot was pressed to the point where it was unable to move, and all the stone slabs on the street were cracked.

"Bang bang."

With nine sounds, the nine dragon souls pulling the cart could not withstand the squeeze of space, exploded and drove away, retreating back into the carriage.

However, the Great Sage and Lan Xi were unable to retreat, and could only rely on their own cultivation to withstand the impact of space squeeze.
Chapter completed!