"court death."

Zhang Ruochen took back the seven-star ghost lotus and protected his body with supreme power.

Immediately afterwards, he clasped his hands together, and the huge Fudo Mingou Holy Image rose up behind him, releasing a bright brilliance that was brighter than the scorching sun, and its momentum climbed higher and higher.

The face of the Dzogchen Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm with the double horns changed, and he said: "All the Great Sages of the Dead will retreat immediately, and I will break up the rear."

The great sages have great vitality. Zhang Ruochen's wave of attacks just killed only six great sages. The remaining great sages of the dead were either injured or had the divine fire of purification entered their bodies, and they were all weakened.

cut.

Looking at the growing taller and taller King Fudo, they couldn't help but feel fear.

"Such a powerful holy power, how can this be the Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm? The Great Sage of the Thousand Questions Realm I have seen is also a lot weaker than him."

The sound of breaking wind sounded!

More than eighty dead saints flew out in different directions. Because their speed was so fast, they were already dozens of miles away, and the afterimages left behind were still very clear.

The Holy Prime Minister of the Fudo Myeong took the double-horned Great Perfection Death Tribe of the Hundred Flail Realm into his hands, and squeezed his immortal body until it broke into pieces, causing the bones to crackle.

"Ah! Zhang Ruochen, you can't kill me. It's just a battle of hunting. We have no real personal enmity. If you let me go, I will remember your favor."

The great sage of the dead clan with two horns screamed miserably, feeling fear in his heart, not wanting to be crushed to death by Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said: "You can be regarded as the top figure of the generation of the dead. In front of so many monks, I squeezed you like a clay figure. How could you not have resentment in your heart? If I let you go, you will remember me.

Favor? No, what you remember is the hatred and anger in your heart. Once you have the chance, you will definitely find ways to kill me."

The black and ugly woman flew from behind, holding a silk-like sacred instrument of the king, extending more than a thousand meters long, resembling a bright thread of light.

Zhang Ruochen didn't even look back. A bolt of thunder and lightning condensed out of the void and struck her.

This thunder and lightning is a spiritual attack.

The black and ugly woman's death energy disappeared from her body, she screamed and fell downwards.

"Bang!"

The palm of Fudo Mingou's Holy Sign exerted force and squeezed the body of the great perfection saint of the dead tribe with one hundred flails with two horns until it exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

The pure fire in the palm of his hand turned his holy soul into a wisp of blue smoke.

To the day of his death, the Great Perfection Saint of the Hundred Flails Realm did not believe that Zhang Ruochen would actually kill him.

Zhang Ruochen did not go after the great dead saints who escaped. Either their bodies were invaded by the Divine Fire of Purification, or their longevity was cut off. It was difficult for them to regain their fighting strength in a short period of time.

At least today, they can't continue fighting.

Xue Ningxiao flew in front of Zhang Ruochen. Looking at the cousin who had defeated nearly a hundred great saints with a wave of his hand, a blush appeared on his pale face and he whispered: "You shouldn't kill Xu."

He is a great saint, he is the true god seed of the dead tribe, and he has a divine backer behind him. If you kill him, you will forge a deadly feud."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Is there still little hatred between the undead vampires and the dead? Anyway, we have killed many of the sons and goddesses of the dead. Killing one more of them will not have much impact."

"The status of the Son of God and the Goddess may not be comparable to that of the True God's Seed." Xue Ningxiao muttered, but ultimately did not dare to say it out loud.

Inside the white jade sacred tree, there is no way to tear open too much space. Zhang Ruochen cannot push the enemy into the void space, so naturally he can only kill him.

"Meet the Great Sage Ruochen."

The great sages of the immortal vampire clan all bowed to Zhang Ruochen, with awe and admiration in their eyes.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Give me all the clansmen in your body."

Xue Ningxiao hesitated for a moment, then said: "Cousin, if you bring all the clan members with you, it will definitely affect your combat power."

"Don't worry, I have a lot of king's holy weapons suitable for storing life. I will not use these king's holy weapons as soldiers."

As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen took out eleven sacred weapons of the king in succession, including pens, cauldrons, swords... They all have stable and huge inner spaces, and even ordinary humans can survive in them for a period of time.

The great saints of the immortal vampire clan looked at each other in confusion.

The only holy weapons of the king they had with them were all smashed to pieces, causing heavy losses. After all, the holy weapons of the king brought into the Huntian battlefield were their strongest soldiers and were worth more than half of their wealth.

On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen took out more than ten items.

Such a comparison makes them feel sad.

They are all great saints, why is the gap so big?

Zhang Ruochen collected the 34 million tribesmen who were still alive into eleven sacred artifacts of the king, stared at the undead vampire saints, and said: "You are too injured, withdraw from the battlefield! Next,

Just leave it to me."

These immortal vampire saints did not leave. They stood still and told Zhang Ruochen with their eyes that they would continue to fight side by side with him.

Only the Blood Demon stood up and sighed: "The Great Sage has lost too much blood and can't continue fighting! Don't stand still, let's go together. Zhang Ruochen is a descendant of time and space. If he wants to run away, he will die."

Even if the great sages of the Yama and Yama tribes took action together, they couldn't keep him."

Thinking of this, the great sages of the immortal vampire clan all nodded, feeling that it made sense.

"Whoosh!"

White lights flashed one after another, and the Divine Eye of All Realms sent all the undead vampire saints away from the battlefield.

Just as the Blood Demon said, what Zhang Ruochen should do now is to escape immediately with the remaining members of the Undead Vampire Clan and hide until the Battle of Shoutian is over.

In this way, the Undead Vampires can at least rank second, and even hope to retain the first place.

As long as Emperor Chi is not killed by the Yama clan, it will be fine.

Zhang Ruochen did not run away. He took out the diamond-shaped lens and took a look:

Undead vampire, 89.75 million points.

Yama clan, 89.07 million points.

The undead vampires are in front, still in the lead.

But, how long can we stay ahead?

"Luo Yi and Mo Yin should react soon. I hope the final decisive battle will not be about which clan can kill Emperor Chi."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to kill Emperor Chi, but he also hoped to win in an easier way.

However, just in case, he had to find Emperor Chi first, and at least prevent the Yama clan from killing him. If there was a chance, he wouldn't mind cutting off one of Emperor Chi's hands or a leg.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and searched for the auras of Emperor Chi, Yuan Fei and the others, then spread out his ten wings and flew in one of the directions.

This time, he did not transform into a dead monk.

The great sage of the dead who escaped just now must have passed the news to the great sage Yuan Fei. With his intelligence, he will be careful and vigilant. There is no point in changing into the appearance of a monk of the dead.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen hid himself in the space, as if he was invisible.

…

The "Scroll of Virtual and Real Words" unfolded and turned into a light map that was hundreds of miles long.

The scroll is covered not only with text, but also with mountains, rivers, and lakes.

Words and scenes sometimes disappear and sometimes appear, sometimes nothingness, sometimes solidity.

There are fully four hundred great saints of the dead, standing in various directions in the "Scroll of Virtual Reality".

Emperor Chi is only about ten miles away from the "Void and Real Script", and is being attacked by words one by one. There are more than a hundred thousand words, each one is one foot long, heavier than a mountain, and turns into a sea of ​​words.

"Boom."

Even though Emperor Chi's cultivation was strong and his defense was airtight, he kept flying out the incoming words. However, even if the words were shattered and turned into nothingness, they could immediately condense back and continue to attack him, seemingly endlessly.

The great sage Yuan Fei and Prajna stand in the center of the "Void and Real Script", with words under their feet.

"Use text attacks to consume Emperor Chi's holy energy. When the time comes, he will only have physical strength left and will be exhausted, so we can easily kill him." Yuan Fei, the Great Sage.

Prajna stood aside, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

She had to admit that she had underestimated the Great Sage Yuan Fei before. This person was not as easy to use as he appeared on the surface, and he had many things hidden in his heart. Just like the power of "The Scroll of Virtual and Reality", it was not until this moment that it fully exploded.

I have always had hidden clumsiness.

Originally, Prajna thought that the "Xu Shi Zi Scroll" was the spirit of the dead and was temporarily given to the Great Sage Yuan Fei.

However, after witnessing Yuan Fei's skillful use of the "Void and Real Script", she had to suspect that this supreme holy weapon had been the warrior of Yuan Fei a long time ago.

He was able to hide all the great saints of the dead with the "Scroll of Virtual and Reality" and hide it from Emperor Chi. After getting close to him, it suddenly burst out and completely trapped him.

What does this mean?

This shows that Yuan Fei, the Great Sage, has practiced the Way of Nothingness, and his attainments are not low.

Otherwise, how could he accurately control the "virtual" power of "Void and Real Script"? This is something Prajna didn't know before.

Not to mention Prajna, even Que standing in the "Void and Real Character Scroll" showed a contemplative look.

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Chapter completed!