God Emperor

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Chang Feng's eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't help but look at the True Illusion Holy Flower growing in the palm of his hand, and stared at it again: "The illusion formed by the True Illusion Holy Flower is enough to hide the power of the seven-step Holy King level. , how could you see me? How could you discover me?"

Zhang Ruochen held the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword in one hand and the Emperor Yi Bone Staff in the other, and said calmly: "No matter how powerful your illusion is, it is still in space after all."

"space……"

Chang Feng released his mental power and looked around. After confirming that there were no other monks, he smiled and said, "You are really Zhang Ruochen. Hey, well hidden in the Baihua Palace. I don't know how long you can live. God, why did you come out to die?"

"Boom."

A majestic and intimidating holy power burst out from Chang Feng's body. His body seemed to turn into a holy mountain, his eyes seemed to turn into the sun and the moon, and streams of holy energy flowed in the space like rivers.

That is the power of the Five-step Holy King.

Zhang Ruochen's hair and clothes were flying, and his body was like a small boat in the blue sea, which would be torn to pieces by Chang Feng's holy power at any time.

There were demonic flames burning in Chang Feng's pupils, and he said with a smile: "A mere half-step saint king dares to intercept and kill a five-step saint king. Don't you know, even if the five-step saint king is seriously injured? , is it as easy to kill a Half-Step Saint King as crushing an ant to death?"

"It's a pity that I'm not an ant."

Zhang Ruochen expanded his space domain and covered an area of ​​100 feet in radius, completely isolating it from the outside world.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's abnormal behavior, Shang Feng looked cautious, worried about an accident, so he took action first and shot a magic flame claw mark through the air.

Even if he was seriously injured, Chang Feng's current strength was extraordinary. This claw mark was enough to kill the Second Step Saint King.

On the other end, the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body began to circulate. Tens of thousands of inscriptions appeared on the ancient Shen Yuan sword in his hand, dragging out a long black sword light.

"There is no regret when the sword comes out."

With this sword, Zhang Ruochen not only used the Seventh Sword of the Dzogchen level, but also mobilized the Ninety-three Rules of Truth and incorporated it into it, tripling the power of the sword move.

"Bang bang."

A series of explosions sounded.

The tyrannical force vibrated in the space realm, tearing the street beneath their feet into pieces, leaving dozens of shocking sword marks.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword shattered the claw marks made by Chang Feng and turned them into balls of demonic flames, which fell to the ground and burned into dense molten pits.

However, Zhang Ruochen was also shaken back dozens of feet by the force of the claw marks. He squatted on the ground, lowered his center of gravity, and stabilized his body.

There was a look of disbelief on Shang Feng's face. Even if the claw just struck casually, it was impossible for a Half-Step Saint King to block it.

"No wonder it's extraordinary to be number one in the "Holy Merit List"." Chang Feng became serious.

Zhang Ruochen stood up slowly and looked at the blood stain on the tiger's mouth on his right hand, where he felt severe pain.

He muttered to himself: "The gap in cultivation is still too big. With my current physical strength, I actually suffered some injuries from a head-on collision with you."

"Knowing that there is a big gap in cultivation means that you still have some self-awareness."?

The holy power erupting from Chang Feng's body increased several times, and black magic flames burned throughout his body, causing the temperature of this area in the space field to rise rapidly, dozens of times hotter than boiling water.

Zhang Ruochen would naturally not be arrogant enough to think that with his current level of cultivation, he could compete with the Five-Step Saint King.

Just now, Chang Feng looked down on Zhang Ruochen and tried to suppress him with a casual blow. That's why Zhang Ruochen wanted to test his current strength and had a head-on confrontation with Chang Feng.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen lifted the Yihuang Bone Staff, inserted it into the ground, pressed his palm on the skull at the top of the bone staff, and mobilized a stream of spiritual power to inject it.

"Lava Hellfire Palm."

The temperature of the demonic flames on Chang Feng's body rose again, melting the earth under his feet into golden droplets. He formed palm prints with his hands and struck out with brilliant momentum.

Zhang Ruochen's skin was sore from the magic flames, and he said in his mouth: "Emperor Yi, wake up!"

"Wow"

Emperor Yi's bone staff exuded a cold air and stood up, turning into a huge black skeleton. In the center of the black skull's eyebrows is a golden relic, exuding a sacred aura.

Evil and divine forces are intertwined.

The black skull slapped out a palm, knocking Shang Feng's palm back.

"Bang."

Shang Feng was unable to block the palm force of the black skeleton, and was knocked back dozens of steps. He was already seriously injured and suffered such a heavy blow. Suddenly, he couldn't suppress the injury and coughed out holy blood from his mouth.

"This is...this is the King's Yi Huang Bone Staff..."

Shang Feng's face became quite ugly, and he shook his head again and said: "No, Emperor Yi's Bone Staff is not that powerful."

"It is true that Emperor Yi's bone staff is not that powerful, but I inlaid a Buddha Emperor's relic on the bone staff, so naturally it is as powerful as it is now."

Zhang Ruochen carried Shen Yuan's ancient sword, followed the black skeleton, and once again activated the inscriptions on the sword body.

The Yihuang bone staff was made from the head and spine of a great sage. Moreover, there was a ray of the great sage's holy soul preserved inside the head, which could only exert the power of the three-step holy king.

However, after embedding the Buddha Emperor's relics, the power of Emperor Yi's bone staff may be able to compete with the strong men at the peak of the Four-Step Saint King, and its combat power far exceeds Zhang Ruochen.

The black skeleton attacked Chang Feng and made a black palm print. The palm prints are intertwined with golden Buddha patterns, which contain the power of both good and evil.

Shang Feng was repelled again and felt quite aggrieved.

If he hadn't been seriously injured by Yao Jue King and the others, with his cultivation, wouldn't it be difficult to suppress the Black Skeleton and Zhang Ruochen?

Moreover, in order to block the last blow from the Peony King and the Skyfire King, Chang Feng used all the protective treasures. Now, every time he resists a blow from the black skull, his injuries will worsen.

"As long as the master Zhang Ruochen is killed, the Emperor Yi Bone Staff will be a dead thing."

Chang Feng no longer fought head-on with the black skeleton, and used the magic step to rush between the skeleton's feet and hit Zhang Ruochen with a palm strike. The power of this palm was more than three times stronger than the first one.

No matter how powerful Zhang Ruochen is, if he is hit by this palm, he will still be seriously injured even if he does not die.

However, what made Chang Feng depressed was that Zhang Ruochen did not fight him head-on. Instead, he used space movement to appear above and behind him, and slashed down with his sword.

"court death."

Shang Feng struck out with a backhand palm and fought hard with Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

"Boom." The sound of gold and stone colliding sounded. Zhang Ruochen flew backwards and landed on the head of the black skeleton. His whole arm was numb with pain.

There is no way, Shang Feng's cultivation is too deep, and he can block Shen Yuan's ancient sword with his bare hands. Such power is beyond Zhang Ruochen's reach.

Chang Feng was even more annoyed. With his five-step Holy King cultivation, he could not do anything to a Half-step Holy King. This made him extremely crazy and wanted to crush Zhang Ruochen to death.

"No matter what, even if it causes injuries, Zhang Ruochen must be killed."

Previously, Chang Feng was worried that using too much power would aggravate his injuries and leave hidden wounds that would never heal, so he kept his cultivation level below that of the Five-Step Saint King.

Now he can't control that much, because he can't kill Zhang Ruochen without using the power of the five-step holy king level.

Only by killing Zhang Ruochen, accomplishing this great feat, and returning to the Dark Demon Realm can he have a high status. Otherwise, he is an undercover agent who has been lurking in Qianrui Realm all year round. He has no friends and foundation in the Dark Demon Realm. Life may be very difficult after he returns.

Zhang Ruochen noticed the increasingly domineering aura on Chang Feng and immediately commanded the black skeleton to attack.

At the same time, he opened one hundred and forty-four orifices in his body, and a large amount of holy energy surged out of his body, stimulating the fifth level of power of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor.

"Wow"

One hundred holy shadows flew out and stood in various directions in the area, guarding Zhang Ruochen in the center like stars holding the moon. Each holy shadow possesses the power of a Saint in the Earth-Through Realm.

The Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints has a total of eight levels of power, corresponding to the eight realms of saints: lower realm, middle realm, upper realm, black and yellow realm, earth-to-earth realm, heaven-reaching realm, true realm, and ultimate realm.

With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he can only inspire the sixth level of power at most. However, stimulating the sixth level of power was like having a hundred Tongtian realm saints joining him, which was enough to suppress him and make it difficult to move.

Instead, the fifth level of power was stimulated, and a hundred earth-reaching saints joined him, but Zhang Ruochen was still able to explode at a faster speed.

"Boom."

Chang Feng summoned five steps of Holy King-level power and stepped out. A thick layer of energy waves spread from the ground, shaking the black skeleton and Zhang Ruochen to some extent.

"Bang."

Shang Feng punched the black skeleton in the chest, sending it flying away.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen gathered the power of the Hundred Saints, and like a god of war wearing blood armor, he held Shen Yuan's ancient sword in both hands and slashed at Chang Feng in the middle.

"The power of this sword is pretty good, but it's still a little inferior to the Three-Step Saint King. When you meet this emperor's son, you are no different from an ant."

Chang Feng pressed her palm on the sword's edge and grabbed Shen Yuan's ancient sword directly, neutralizing all the power of Zhang Ruochen's sword. Then, with a wave of his arm, he threw Shen Yuan's ancient sword and Zhang Ruochen out at the same time, slamming them against the ground.

However, Zhang Ruochen disappeared before he fell to the ground.

"It's another space shift."

Chang Feng noticed a subtle spatial fluctuation coming from below behind him.

Immediately, with a sharp look in his eyes, he stepped over and hit the edge of Shen Yuan's ancient sword. The tyrannical power suppressed him like a magic mountain.

"Die to me."

Chang Feng formed a palm print at the speed of lightning and struck Zhang Ruochen's head.

"Wow"

Zhang Ruochen disappeared from the spot again, dodging Shang Feng's killing move.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared more than thirty feet away from Chang Feng, half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily. The previous confrontations were extremely dangerous. Even if his speed was slower for half a moment, he would be killed by Chang Feng.

Even though he made precise calculations and stopped every move as soon as it was ready, and immediately used space to move away to escape, he still suffered some internal injuries from the force of Chang Feng's palm.

The black skeleton climbed up and returned to Zhang Ruochen's side. A pair of evil will-o'-the-wisp eyes stared at Shang Feng opposite him.

At this moment, Chang Feng felt extremely weak, as if he had suddenly aged two hundred years. This feeling of weakness was even more uncomfortable for him than the injuries inside his body.

"how so?"

There was a look of fear in Shang Feng's eyes, her body was trembling slightly, and she was even a little unsteady on her feet.

Unlike the weak Chang Feng, Zhang Ruochen was full of fighting spirit. He raised the ancient Shen Yuan sword in his hand, stared at the time mark on the sword body, and said lightly: "It is the power of time." Previously, Zhang Ruochen's The swords were not meant to kill Chang Feng at all, but to strike one time mark after another on Chang Feng's body, cutting off his longevity and making him weak.

Now that the overall situation has been decided, Zhang Ruochen told the secret.

"Emperor Yi, go ahead and kill him."

Zhang Ruochen said in a rather indifferent voice.

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(There is something going on tonight, so it is very likely that I will not update. This... I am really sorry. Of course, if I come back early, I will definitely write another chapter.)