"The power is too weak, and it is far from enough to hurt me." Zhang Ruochen said indifferently.

The dwarf Zhizhang roared, and his two thick arms released streaks of red brilliance. The power became more powerful. With a "bang", all the thousand-meter-thick space shields were chopped into pieces.

Just as the ax shadow was about to fall on Zhang Ruochen's head, two space cracks flew out from Zhang Ruochen's eyes, directly cutting the ax shadow into three pieces, and then dissipated in the void.

With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he can use the power of space as he wishes.

"How can it be so powerful?"

Dwarf Jishang felt unbelievable. Didn't it mean that Zhang Ruochen only broke through to the realm of the Great Sage in the past year?

Even if he can fight across realms, he won't reach the level of Qianwen Realm, right?

The information in Tiannu's hands was quite lagging behind, and Zhang Ruochen's progress was too fast. Not only the dwarf was injured, but the other Tiannus were all stunned.

On the other end, after the white-haired old woman was dragged out of the flame layer of the Pure Fire by the lightning vines, she transformed into her original shape and turned into a white spirit wind vine.

Not long after, Moyin used hundreds of lightning vines to absorb all the Spirit Wind Vine.

"Master, my injury has healed! Next, play with them well." A soft and sweet voice came out of Moyin's mouth, with a charming smile on his face.

When Jiu used the Light of the Moment to explode himself, Moyin was also seriously injured.

Now that his injuries have healed, his fighting ability has improved to a higher level.

"Pah! Pah! Pah..."

Demonic Sound controlled hundreds of lightning wisterias, covering a radius of 300 miles, and sent all the Tiannu who tried to break out of the Purifying Fire away into flight, and no one could escape.

Tiannu, who was trapped in the purifying divine fire, all regretted it.

Why did we gather together before?

It's completely self-defeating.

Nowadays, even if you want to disperse and escape, it has become a very difficult task.

The flame layer that purifies the divine fire shrinks rapidly, squeezing Tiannu's space for movement and allowing the flame to become more concentrated.

Que Fei, a strong man from the dead tribe who transformed into the Holy King of the Elf Tribe, revealed his figure in a white star mist about five hundred miles away from Zhang Ruochen. He said in shock: "Zhang Ruochen is really ruthless and ruthless. He has no regard for the great sage in heaven.

They have no mercy and actually want to refine them all to death."

At this moment, I am afraid that no monk would dare to say that Zhang Ruochen is connected with Heaven.

I don’t know if the Divine Eye of All Realms was deliberately targeting Zhang Ruochen, and quickly projected the scene here to various places in the hell world and the battlefield of merit, causing another uproar.

The number of monks who wanted to attack Zhang Ruochen became more numerous.

"Chichi."

The area covered by the Pure Fire Divine Fire was reduced to about fifty meters in diameter. The eleven Hundred Flail Realm Great Saints tried their best to break through. Even if the magic sound was powerful, they could not completely prevent it.

The dwarf Weasling was the first to rush out, flying in an arc and appearing a hundred miles away.

Then, he roared loudly, lifted up the silver battle ax with both hands, and struck at the hundreds of lightning vines controlled by the demonic sound. Only by cutting off these vines could Tiannu, who was trapped in the pure fire of destruction, escape.

At that time, only by combining the power of the eleven hundred-flag realm saints with Zhang Ruochen and the Food Saint Flower, could they have the power to fight.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Ruochen glanced at the dwarf Zhi Shang, and used only one hand to control the Divine Fire of Purification, while with the other hand, he grabbed the Ghost Head Whip that he had snatched from the Winged Ghost Emperor.

"Wow——"

The ghost-headed whip flew out like a gloomy black dragon and entangled the battle ax in the dwarf's hand.

From the top of the whip, a palace-sized skull poked out, its eyes burning with bone fire, and two sharp fangs exposed in its mouth, biting the dwarf's wounds into its mouth.

The dwarf injured a portable axe, and held the teeth of the skull with one hand, struggling to hold on.

Although he is a great sage in the Hundred Flail Realm, he has been imprisoned in the Holy Prison for six hundred years, and his body's blood energy has been severely lost. After entering the Huntian battlefield, his mental power was sealed again, and his combat power was naturally greatly reduced.

Even the Winged Ghost Emperor, who is ranked fifty-fourth on the Hundred-flag Realm Great Perfection Ranking, is more powerful than him.

Que Fei floated above the white star mist, a contemptuous smile appeared on his handsome face, and said: "These heavenly slaves are really useless. More than a dozen hundred shackles realm saints together, but they are defeated by Zhang Ruochen.

Catch them all in one fell swoop. Tsk tsk, it seems like I still have to help them."

Join two fingers together, form a sword gesture, and draw a circle in front of you.

In the center of the circle, a large amount of holy energy from heaven and earth gathered together to form a three-foot-long black sword.

Que Fei struck out with his palm, hitting the center of the circle, and the black sword flew out like a light shuttle. In an instant, it hit the skull at the top of the ghost whip, causing the skull to fly away.

The dwarf managed to get out of trouble, spinning his arms like a windmill and throwing the silver battle ax in his hand.

The silver battle ax rotated and flew, cutting off a large piece of thunder wisteria.

"Damn it! Who is helping them?" Moyin took two steps back, his charming eyes turned cold, and he released his mental power to look for the person who just drew the sword.

Zhang Ruochen knew what he was doing, and seemed much calmer. He took a deep breath, activated ten million divine patterns on his left leg, and suddenly stepped down with his foot.

Since we can't kill them directly, we can only find another way to end the battle.

"Yanshen legs."

Zhang Ruochen's legs burned with blazing flames, and as he stepped downwards, a huge flame god's leg appeared, with the soles of his feet covering a radius of hundreds of miles.

"Boom."

The fire cloud of the God of Purification was torn open by the legs of God Yan, and the powerful destructive force fell on the ten slaves of the Hundred Flail Realm, sending them flying in all directions.
Chapter completed!