Any monk who encounters such a powerful enemy will inevitably become desperate and can only close his eyes and wait for death.

However, Zhang Ruochen was unwilling to give in. He roared and immediately used various forbidden methods to burn divine blood, divine soul, and longevity to maximize his combat power.

Just when the time was about to rain down on Zhang Ruochen, a clear glow emerged from behind Zhang Ruochen.

Just three feet in front of Zhang Ruochen, Time Light Rain and Qinghui Shenxia collided together.

It was not earth-shattering, just like the morning mist meeting the morning glow, turning into fine raindrops, falling on Zhang Ruochen's body, making the sacred soil under his feet become pattering.

Zhang Ruochen looked back.

I saw, in the distance in the void, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a natural path, walking step by step on the clear glow of the divine cloud.

He is white-faced and beardless, elegant and handsome, but he does not feel weak at all. Instead, he exudes a power that can swallow up mountains and rivers, as if hundreds of millions of heroes from ancient and modern times are at his feet, and the vast world is just his background.

Zhang Ruochen had met this man once at Xuanyuan Lian's porridge shop.

When he looked back, Zhang Ruochen discovered that the seventy-two-pin lotus had disappeared in the long river of time, and even the long river of time was quickly fading away.

The Xiuchen God and the sundial, which were frozen on the long river of time, "fell off". She chased in one of the directions without any purpose. Her heart was full of hatred and confusion, and she roared: "Don't go, answer me, you

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Chapter completed!