Obviously, in front of a spiritual holy king, they have no chance to self-destruct.

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Qing Mo and Zhang Ruochen walked into the Bipolar Swamp one after another, walking between the cold air and the fierce flames.

As Zhang Ruochen walked forward, the image of Fang Yi mobilizing the rules of truth and exerting several times the power appeared in his mind.

"The rules of truth are part of the rules of heaven and earth. They should be everywhere. How can we sense them?"

Zhang Ruochen imitated Fang Yi's moves and hit one move after another, but he couldn't sense the rules of truth at all.

Qing Mo was very anxious and said: "Why are you practicing anytime and anywhere? Can you walk faster? I feel that their aura is weakening rapidly. If we don't rush over, I'm afraid the consequences will be disastrous."

Zhang Ruochen withdrew his moves and said with surprise, "Can you still feel their aura weakening?"

Qing Mo didn't know how to explain it to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Can you please? We really can't delay it any longer. If sister Nalan is captured by the Rakshasa tribe, you won't be able to feel at ease, right?"

"Okay, okay, hurry up and lead the way."

Zhang Ruochen hated being in contact with monks from the Kunlun Realm, but when he saw Qing Mo's pitiful face, he couldn't hate it at all.

Not long after, they entered the depths of the Bipolar Swamp. In the distance, they could already see a temple a hundred miles away, amidst the flames and cold air.

"That's the temple of the Goddess Siming. They must be there."

Qing Mo no longer waited for Zhang Ruochen, turned into a stream of cyan light, and rushed towards the temple.

Zhang Ruochen stopped, looked around, and noticed a large number of Marquis Rakshasa hiding in the dark. Then he said to himself: "Sacred Food Flower, how many can you deal with?"

"Master, with my current cultivation at the Holy Peak, even if I can't kill them all, I can at least contain them."
Chapter completed!