The sword of space has been transformed into thirty-six paths again, flew back to the real realm of space thousands of feet, and was suspended in all directions of Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen walked forward, and his sword followed like a shadow.

"Facts have proved that you are not my opponent. However, you are indeed very strong. You can survive under the sword of space. Your strength is at least two points better than the Sakura and the Yanhong Great Sage who do not have the Supreme Holy Artifact."

Yan Zhexian was straight and straight, looking at Zhang Ruochen proudly and said, "Don't talk to me as a victor. This battle has just begun. You will definitely fall at my feet later."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

...

Figures, holding white talisman seals with both hands, appeared from Zhang Ruochen's four directions.

There are a total of sixty-one great saints, each of whom has exceeded the sixty level of mental power, and they have all practiced the Tao of Talismanship.

Yan Zhexian's heroic posture was even better than before. The green pen in his hand became nine feet long, as if it had turned into a spear and suddenly hit the ground. Suddenly, the earth shook violently and the space was violently shaken.

"Rumbling."

These peaks broke through the soil and rose from the ground.

Yan Zhexian's red lips were as bright and transparent as a gem, saying, "The Taoist practitioners of the Yan clan are all here. Together with me, they have prepared a large talisman to kill you."

"The Seven Evils of Dizang."

In addition to Yan Zhexian, there were a total of 62 great saints talisman masters, constantly carving the inscriptions of talismans.

Some of the Fu Dao Mingpao's Mingpao flew into the sky, while others fell into the ground.

There are seven peaks that have rushed out of the ground.

Each of them was ferocious and angry, showing the shape of a ghost evil, getting higher and higher, and its power became more and more amazing, squeezing Zhang Ruochen's real domain of space to a diameter of only a hundred feet.

Still getting smaller.

It is obvious that the talisman master of the Yan clan had already been tampering with his talisman in this area.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen was not so arrogant that he could fight against dozens of great saint talisman masters with his own strength, not to mention that Yan Zhexian was in charge of the talisman formation.

The seven evil spirits of Ksitigarbha sealed the seven major directions.

Each evil released the powerful and boundless mental pressure, looking down at Zhang Ruochen.

"You must never let the Seven Evil Talismans take shape, otherwise I will definitely die today."

Zhang Ruochen controlled thirty-six space swords, turned into a golden light, and rushed towards the most powerful position of the talisman formation, which was where Yan Zhexian was.

"How did Zhang Ruochen know that my location is both the strongest and most vulnerable of the Seven Evils of Dizang?"

Yan Zhexian was about to mobilize the power of the Seven Evil Talisman of Ksitigarbha, but was surprised to find that Zhang Ruochen's body had a space jump and instantly reached her, and the sword of space stabbed her eyebrows.

"It's over!"

Yan Zhexian had seen the power of the Space Sword and knew that he could never stop it. He sighed secretly in his heart. Zhang Ruochen was indeed a vain figure as outstanding as Yan Wushen. It was not unfair to die under his sword.

The Sword of Space broke through the rune and stabbed her eyebrows.

However, she was not dead or even injured, but a hint of coolness came from her eyebrows. The sword of space was like a breeze blowing across her snow-white forehead, without any lethality.

Yan Zhexian touched his eyebrows with his fingers, which was unbelievable.

Zhang Ruochen actually let her go?

He could kill her with one sword, but at the last moment, he turned the Sword of Space into space again.

Zhang Ruochen had already flew over her head, like a dragon, a geese, and a cloud, rushing towards the direction of sleeping on Foshan Mountain, and turned into a small blood-red dot on the golden earth.

"Zhang Ruochen, there are 270 great saints of my Yanluo tribe here. Even if you have the ability to turn things around, you will die without a place to bury yourself." Yan Zhexian stared at the small blood-red dot in the distance and shouted sweetly.

"Thank you for the reminder."

In the wind, Zhang Ruochen's indifferent voice blew back.

The little blood-red dots disappeared into the air, as if they were swept away by the wind.

A great saint talisman master came to Yan Zhexian and said, "Zhang Ruochen is so terrible. Although the seven evil spirits of Dizang have not been formed, they are not a great saint of the Hundred Shackles Realm who can split it with one sword. But he did it."

"What should I do now?" asked another great saint talisman master.

Yan Zhexian's eyes were cold, his green pen shrank, and he inserted it into his silk belt, saying, "The road to Longzhong Tong Temple is not that easy to walk. If we chase after him, we have to stop him no matter what."?

Immediately afterwards, she raised her head, looked at the golden Buddha light swallowed by the black clouds, and said, "The sky has changed. Has Yan Wushen seized the opportunity?"

A flash of lightning flashed by, the sky became completely dark, and the Buddha's light was completely swallowed by the darkness.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!