Zhang Ruochen's five fingers on the sword suddenly closed together.

Thirty-six space swords, combined into one, penetrated the blood talisman and the moon crimson flower, and flew past Yan Zhexian's force.

The sharp sword energy tore apart the space and tore her skin.

Yan Zhexian flew out diagonally and fell to the ground in a panic, his neck dripping with blood, dyeing most of his white clothes red. The sea of ​​flowers above the sky was attacked by the power of space, and all the flowers withered and were annihilated into grains of light.

point.

The sword of space transformed into thirty-six swords again, flew back to the true realm of space of thousands of feet, and suspended in all directions around Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen walked forward, his sword following him like a shadow.

"It turns out that you are no match for me. However, you are indeed very strong and can survive under the Sword of Space. Your strength is at least two levels better than that of the Great Sage Zhu and Yanhong who do not have the Supreme Sacred Artifact."

Yan Zhexian stood tall and straight, looked at Zhang Ruochen proudly, and said: "Don't talk to me like a winner. This battle has just begun. You will definitely fall at my feet in a while."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

…

Figures, holding white talismans with both hands, appeared from all directions around Zhang Ruochen.

There are a total of sixty-one great saints, all of whom have spiritual power exceeding the sixtieth level, and all of them have practiced the Tao of Talisman.

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

"Boom."

These mountain peaks break through the soil and rise up from the ground.

Yan Zhexian's red lips were as bright and clear as gems, and he said: "All the Talisman practitioners of the Yama clan are here. Together with me, we have prepared a big talisman specifically to kill you."

"The Seven Evils of Ksitigarbha."

Including Yan Zhexian, there are a total of sixty-two great sage talisman masters, who are constantly carving talisman inscriptions.

Some of the talisman and Taoist inscriptions fly into the sky, and some fall into the ground.

There are seven peaks in total that break out of the ground.

Each one has a ferocious look, taking on the form of a ghost. It gets higher and higher, and its power becomes more and more astonishing, squeezing Zhang Ruochen's true space domain to only a hundred feet in diameter.

Still getting smaller.

Obviously, the talisman masters of the Yama tribe have already moved their hands and feet in this area and combined it with their own talismans.

Zhang Ruochen was certainly not arrogant enough to fight against dozens of great sage talisman masters on his own, not to mention that Yan Zhexian was in charge of the talisman array.

The seven evil spirits of Ksitigarbha seal the seven directions.

Every attack released a powerful and boundless mental pressure, looking down at Zhang Ruochen.

"We must not let Ksitigarbha's 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 array, which was where Yan Zhexian was.

"How does Zhang Ruochen know that my location is both the strongest point and the weakest point of the Seven Ksitigarbha Demons?"

Yan Zhexian was about to mobilize the power of the Ksitigarbha Seven Evils Talisman, but he was surprised to find that Zhang Ruochen's body jumped in space and instantly arrived in front of her, with the sword of space piercing her forehead.

"It's over!"

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

The sword of space broke through the talisman pattern and pierced between her eyebrows.

However, she was not dead, or even injured, but there was a hint of coolness between her eyebrows. The spatial sword was like the breeze blowing over her snow-white forehead, and it did not contain any lethality.

Yan Zhexian's fingers touched the center of his eyebrows in disbelief.

Zhang Ruochen actually let her go?

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

Zhang Ruochen had already flown over her head, like a dragon, a wild goose, or a cloud, rushing towards the Sleeping Buddha Mountain, turning into a blood-red dot on the golden land.

"Zhang Ruochen, this place is guarded by 2,700 great saints from our Yama clan. Even if you have the ability to turn the world upside down, you will die without a burial place." Yan Zhexian stared at the blood-red dot in the distance and shouted.

"Thank you for reminding."

Zhang Ruochen's indifferent voice blew back in the wind.

The small blood-red dot disappeared into the air, as if it had been swept away by the wind.

A great saint talisman master came to Yan Zhexian and said: "Zhang Ruochen is too scary. Although the Seven Ksitigarbha Demons have not yet taken shape, it is not possible for a hundred-flag realm saint to split him open with one sword."

.But he just did it."

"What should we do now?" Another great holy talisman master asked.

Yan Zhexian's eyes were cold, his green pen shrunk, he inserted it into his silk belt, and said: "The road to Longzhong Bronze Temple is not that easy. If we catch up, we have to intercept him no matter what."??

Then, she raised her head, looked at the golden Buddha light swallowed by the black clouds, and said, "The sky has changed. Could it be that Yan Wushen has seized the opportunity?"

A bolt of lightning flashed across, the sky turned completely dark, and the Buddha's light was completely swallowed up by the darkness.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!