God Emperor

Latest website: Powerful auras of the Holy Path emanated from the Holy Wood Peak, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly. Among them, the two most powerful auras rushed out from the top of the peak and turned into two holy clouds, suspended above Zhang Ruochen's head.

In addition, the core members of the Mu family also came down the mountain one after another, staring at Zhang Ruochen opposite them as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The Mu family monks with the weakest cultivation have also reached the semi-saint realm.

From this we can also see how astonishing the heritage of a medieval family is.

Zhang Ruochen held A Le's body and looked at the powerful men of the Mu family calmly. His eyes were fixed on Yun Zheng and said: "Senior Yun Zheng, are you okay?"

Yun Zheng walked out from the crowd, with layers of holy light surging all over his body, exuding a powerful aura, and said in a cold voice: "Zhang Ruochen, don't have any relations with me. I'm not familiar with you."

Zhang Ruochen said without changing his expression: "I want to see Senior Sister Duanmu."

"Lingxi is now the fiancée of Mr. Qiu Yu of the Fire Tribe. They will get married on the seventh day of next month. Junior, Holy Wood Peak is not the place you should come to, and Mr. Qiu Yu is not someone you can afford to offend. It is best to leave Lingxi in the future. Stay further away," Yun Zheng said.

"I understand, you can't make the decision." Zhang Ruochen said.

"you……"

Hearing this, Yun Zheng looked extremely embarrassed, gritted his teeth, and showed anger in his eyes.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head, stared at the two holy clouds flying in the sky, and said, "Ouyang Huan, why don't you come down and meet me, an old friend?"

A silver holy car flew out of the holy cloud, exuding bright light, and flew to the ground.

Ouyang Huan was sitting on the Yinluan Holy Car, wearing a flawless white holy robe, with his long black hair tied neatly on his head. He was still quite young, handsome and elegant, like a peerless immortal.

The semi-saints of the Mu family, and even the saint-level ancestors, all bowed and saluted: "Meet the deputy leader."

Ouyang Huan stared at Zhang Ruochen and said with a smile: "In just one year, you have become so depressed."

"Isn't it thanks to you?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Ouyang Huan shook his head and said: "You know, a year ago, why did the nine brothers and sisters of ours try desperately to stop you? It was not to kill you, but to save you. If so, you crossed the Ziwei Palace that day The palace gate is certain to die, how can you still stand here?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Li Di, Xue Wuye, Gai Tianjiao, Beigong Lan, Sui Han, and even Chi Wansui may be trying to save me. But it definitely doesn't include you. Your palm is trying to put me in danger." You want me to die, and you want me to die in the hands of the woman I used to be. Your intentions are not cruel."

Ouyang Huan fell into silence and said, "You are still very smart, but it's a pity that you are too impulsive. Climbing Wuding Mountain today is as stupid as breaking into Ziwei Palace in the past."

"You don't need to judge how I do things."

Zhang Ruochen asked again: "Where is Qiu Yu?"

"Qiu Yu is not in Wuding Mountain. If you are, you can take the initiative to return the Jie Zi Seal to me. I can invite you to the wedding banquet on the seventh day of the lunar month next month. You will naturally be able to see him then." Ouyang Huan said.

"The seventh day of the lunar month next month, right? I will definitely be there on time for the meeting."

Zhang Ruochen once again stared at the towering Holy Wood Peak, and spoke in an accent, "Senior Sister Duanmu, you must cherish your life and don't give up easily. Zhang Ruochen hereby swears that he will definitely come on the seventh day of next month. Pick you up and leave, and no one can force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Every word Zhang Ruochen spoke was loud and loud, reaching thousands of miles away, alarming all the Demon Cult monks.

Zhang Ruochen came to Shengmu Peak just to say this, he must give Mu Lingxi a hope, otherwise, with her character, she would probably commit suicide before the seventh day of the next month.

In the Holy Wood Peak, in a dark iron palace, Mu Lingxi was lying on the ground. She was extremely moved when she heard Zhang Ruochen's oath. As long as you can hear this sentence, even if you die, you will have no regrets.

At the same time, Mu Lingxi was also very worried about Zhang Ruochen's safety, fearing that Zhang Ruochen would break into Wuding Mountain for her and do something stupid like throwing an egg against a stone.

"That's enough. This sentence is enough...Zhang Ruochen, you don't need to come, you don't need to repay the promise you made back then, that's enough..."

Mu Lingxi murmured to himself, with tears in his eyes, but a happy smile appeared on his face.

Unfortunately, no one sent a message to Mu Lingxi, and Zhang Ruochen couldn't hear her voice.

Lin Suxian stood on the top of a spiritual mountain not far from the Holy Wood Peak, wearing a white gauze on her face, looking at the holy lights under the Holy Wood Peak, with a complex and sad look in her beautiful eyes, and said: "See No, he is another young man who overestimates his capabilities, so similar to Luo Xu back then. Unfortunately, reality is not something that human beings can contend with, and it will ultimately be a tragedy."

Lin Feiyu stood behind Lin Suxian and said: "Didn't mother always say that if you can meet a man who fights to the death for you like Senior Luo Xu, you have nothing more to ask for? Mu Lingxi can meet Zhang Ruochen, Isn’t it extremely enviable?”

Zhang Ruochen hugged A Le's body and prepared to leave.

Yun Zheng's expression changed, and he quickly sent a message to the Holy Master of the Mu family, saying: "Zhang Ruochen is Ling Xi's heartache. Unless he dies, Ling Xi will not give up."

Immediately, a deafening voice came from a holy cloud in the sky: "Is Holy Wood Peak a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"

Zhang Ruochen glanced upward and saw a man in his fifties, standing in the center of the holy cloud, giving people the feeling of standing on a high mountain. He was definitely a first-class strong man.

From his body, there are tens of thousands of holy light chains hanging down from the sky, each of which is intertwined by the rules of the holy way.

"The Holy Master of the Mu family, who has been famous for hundreds of years and is the overlord of the Holy Path, actually attacks a junior and is not afraid of being laughed at by the monks in the world?" A bright sword light flew from a distance, dragging a long light shuttle, Falling to the ground, it condensed into Ling Feiyu's figure.

Seeing Ling Feiyu appear, all the Demon Cult monks present knelt down and saluted.

The Holy Master of the Mu family snorted coldly and said, "Palace Master Ling, do you also want to take care of the Mu family's family affairs?"

Ling Feiyu's eyes were cold, as sharp as a sword, and said: "I once owed Zhang Ruochen a favor. Today, I must protect him from Wuding Mountain no matter what."

A holy king appeared in person, and the holy power emanating from her body shocked the entire audience. Even a saint like Yun Zheng was unable to move, as if ten mountains were pressing down on him.

The Holy King is the king of the Holy Path, and he can destroy the Saint with just one strike.

The kings of the holy way have all appeared, who dares to disobey?

However, at this moment, another holy power that was not weaker than Ling Feiyu came from the Holy Wood Peak. The two holy powers collided together, causing a hurricane to blow across the whole world.

Ling Feiyu's eyes narrowed and he looked into the distance. He saw a slim figure in black robes, like a ghost, standing in the center of the hurricane, like a black hole, swallowing up all the surrounding light.

"Ye Xiaoxiang, you actually want to interfere in this matter?" Ling Feiyu said.

That black figure was Ye Xiaoxiang, the master of Dark Night Palace, one of the nine palaces of the Demon Sect.

Ye Xiaoxiang chuckled lightly and said, "I just feel that your actions are too unfair to the Mu family, and I want to say something fair."

"Why is it unfair?" Ling Feiyu said.

Ye Xiaoxiang said: "Zhang Ruochen is not a disciple of the divine sect, but he dares to break into the Holy Wood Peak and clamor to ruin the marriage of a junior of the Mu family. He is undoubtedly provoking the Mu family. If the Mu family lets him go like this, what will happen in the future? To gain a foothold in the religion? Palace Master Ling, you can't let the Mu family suffer such humiliation just to repay your favor, right?"

The saints of the Mu family spoke one after another and said, "Yes, the Mu family can never bear this tone."

"Palace Master Ling, the Mu family is also a medieval family. I hope you can save some face for our Mu family, lest outsiders think that the Mu family is easy to bully."

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A smile appeared in Ye Xiaoxiang's eyes, and he said: "Palace Master Ling's cultivation is advanced and he has been crowned king in the holy way, but he cannot deceive others too much. After all, the ancestor of the Mu family is also a saint. The king of Tao. How should you explain to him when he comes back?"

Ling Feiyu said: "You don't have to be so arrogant. Tell me, in your opinion, what is fair?"

"If Zhang Ruochen can catch the Mu family's Holy Master's three moves without dying, I, the Palace Master, will work with you to protect his life and personally send him down the mountain. How about that?" Ye Xiaoxiang said.

"No. Mu Qingtian's cultivation has reached the late stage of a true saint. How profound is his cultivation? How can Zhang Ruochen still be alive after three moves?" Ling Feiyu said.

Ling Feiyu could see that Zhang Ruochen's cultivation had not been wasted even if he drank every day. This year, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds and had reached the peak of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Back then, it took Ling Feiyu five years to reach the peak of cultivation from the early stage of Xuanhuang Realm.

Zhang Ruochen's improvement speed is not slower at all compared to Ouyang Huan, who has taken countless pills.

However, the realm of true saints is no small matter. From the early stage to the middle stage, and from the middle stage to the late stage, every small stage is a gap between heaven and earth.

A saint in the Xuanhuang Realm, no matter how incompetent his system is and how powerful his talent is, it is unrealistic to block three attacks from a late-stage true saint.

Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't want to embarrass Ling Feiyu. After all, her situation in the Demon Cult was also very difficult, so he stood up and said, "Three moves, right? I'll take it."

"As expected of a descendant of time and space, so courageous." Ye Xiaoxiang let out a laugh like a silver bell.

Ouyang Huan saw Ye Xiaoxiang's plan, curled his lips slightly, and said to himself: "Zhang Ruochen is too conceited. How can a character in the late True Saint period be comparable to a character in the early True Saint stage?"

In the distance, Lin Suxian shook her head gently and said, "I originally wanted to see how he would turn the world upside down on the seventh day of next month and change Mu Lingxi's fate. Unfortunately, he would not survive tonight. "