God Emperor

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Zhang Ruochen rolled his arms, releasing the spatial domain, wrapping Mu Lingxi and Han Qiu, performing spatial movement, and disappeared into the center of the street.

With a roar, a thick white beam of light hit the ground.

A powerful shock wave, like white ripples, quickly spread in all directions.

The stone slabs on the street shattered in an instant and turned into powder.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding buildings quickly collapsed downwards, and a moment later, one-fifth of the entire Shentai City sank into the ground, kicking up a large cloud of gray-black dust.

In mid-air, circles of tiny ripples appeared.

The figures of Zhang Ruochen, Mu Lingxi, and Han Qiu appeared from the center of the ripples and landed on the top of a broken tower.

The three of them looked down and saw a huge sinkhole in the center of the city.

Fortunately, the attack of the Diwu Holy Light Cannon hit the ground. You can imagine what the consequences would be if that attack fell on them just now.

"Is this the destructive power caused by the Diwu Holy Light Cannon?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes shrank, and there was a strong throbbing in his heart.

You must know that Shentai City is a city used by the outer disciples of Liangyi Sect to trade with each other. There are many defensive formations in the city and underground.

Although most of the formations in Shentai City have been destroyed, the foundation of the city is still very strong. It is not easy to cause this level of damage.

"call out!"

Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves, and Shen Yuan's ancient sword turned into a streak of black light and flew out, denting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth outwards and rushing into the white mist.

"Well come."

Cao Feng injected holy energy into the Diwu Holy Light Cannon again. A beam of light emerged from the mouth of the cannon and struck in the direction of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

He wanted to use the power of the Earthly Martial Holy Light Cannon to destroy Zhang Ruochen's soldiers.

As Zhang Ruochen's thoughts moved, Shen Yuan's ancient sword suddenly rushed upward, appeared above Cao Feng's head, and slashed down with the sword.

The sword energy poured down from mid-air like a curtain of water.

Cao Feng knew that Zhang Ruochen was difficult to deal with, so he never underestimated him.

However, Zhang Ruochen's attack power was far beyond his expectations. As a last resort, Cao Feng had no choice but to abandon the Diwu Holy Light Cannon and rush forward quickly, like a ray, escaping from the top of the city wall.

"Stab it!"

The powerful sword energy split the Diwu Holy Light Cannon into two.

In the center of the city wall, a three-foot-wide crack appeared, extending to the ground. Even on the ground, there was a long sword mark.

Han Qiu had already been stunned. The battle in front of him reached the semi-saint level. If he was not careful, a city would be wiped out.

The Kunlun Realm has long had express regulations prohibiting semi-saints from fighting in the city, out of fear that the terrifying power of semi-saints would harm innocent humans.

Even so, there are still some semi-saints who care about human life every year and do not obey the court's decrees, turning some cities into ruins.

Therefore, the imperial court would arrange a large defensive formation in every city.

Some important cities, and even defensive formations will be deployed underground in every street. Once the impact force on the ground reaches a certain level, the defensive formations will automatically activate.

In this way, losses can be minimized.

Therefore, when fighting between major forces, they usually send the younger generation of disciples to resolve them first. No force will take the initiative to initiate a semi-saint-level fight before it is too late.

Cao Feng fell to the ground and saw that the Diwu Holy Light Cannon was damaged by Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword. His face suddenly became very ugly.

You know, the resources spent to refine an Earth Martial Holy Light Cannon are enough to train two Half-Saints. In order to save his life, he lost an Earth Martial Holy Light Cannon. Even if he survived, he would be judged by the Ministry of War.

Only by capturing Zhang Ruochen could he make up for his mistakes.

"Seventh Level Mysterious Ice Palm."

Cao Feng released the holy soul again, mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and concentrated it on his palms.

The air in the entire Shentai City became very cold in an instant, and pieces of snowflakes fell in the air.

The powerful palm print struck Zhang Ruochen with a sweeping force.

Zhang Ruochen also struck out with a palm. In the palm print, there were like the shadows of fire dragons and fire elephants, dispelling the cold air, causing Cao Feng to vomit blood and fall into a large pit in the city.

Cao Feng flew up from the pit, his hair disheveled and his body covered in dust, wanting to attack Zhang Ruochen again.

"Stop." Wan Ji scolded and said, "Back off, you are no match for him." Cao Feng was indeed seriously injured. His legs went weak and he half-knelt on the ground. Then, he threw a Take the elixir and start healing.

Wan Ji stared at Zhang Ruochen and said: "With a cultivation level of the Fish and Dragon Realm, you can defeat Cao Feng, and you seem to be able to do so with ease. Zhang Ruochen, your strength should be able to compete with the third-level Half-Saint, right?" "

"With your cultivation level, you still can't see through my strength?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.

Although there was no emotion on Wanji's face, there was a strong shock in his heart.

The strength shown by Zhang Ruochen was so amazing that even when Wan Trillion was at the peak of the Ninth Transformation of Fish and Dragon, he was slightly weaker than him.

You know, Wan Zhiyi is known as the most outstanding genius in the Kunlun world in the past hundred years.

Now that the Wan family and Zhang Ruochen are on opposite sides, they must not let Zhang Ruochen grow up. Now is the best time to get rid of Zhang Ruochen.

Wan Ji's eyes revealed a murderous intent.

Immediately afterwards, Wanji released the Holy Soul Domain, centering on his feet, and quickly spread outward.

"not good."?

Zhang Ruochen's expression became quite serious, and he spread out his hands, causing the space field to shrink rapidly. Finally, it shrank to only a diameter of three feet.

Wan Ji's Holy Soul Domain collided with Zhang Ruochen's Space Domain, and Zhang Ruochen and the other three were immediately sent flying.

However, the space realm was not broken and was still protecting the three of them tightly.

What is the scariest thing about a semi-saint?

It is the Holy Soul Realm.

The Saint Soul Domain of a first-level semi-saint falls on a monk in the ninth fish-dragon transformation, which can cause a hundred times gravity suppression.

The Saint Soul Domain of the second-level semi-saint can suppress the gravitational force of the ninth fish-dragon transformation monk by a thousand times.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen, Mu Lingxi, and Han Qiu all have special physiques and can display magic forms. If they only encounter second-level semi-saints, the opponent's holy soul domain will not affect them at all.

However, Wan Ji is definitely not as simple as a first-order half-saint or a second-order half-saint. According to Zhang Ruochen's speculation, this person's cultivation level has reached at least the seventh-order semi-saint, or even stronger.

He didn't need to take action at all. He only needed to use the Holy Soul Domain to suppress the monks in the Fish and Dragon Realm.

Wan Ji stared at Zhang Ruochen, showing a strange look, and said: "The power of space is indeed mysterious. It is actually interesting that it can withstand the realm of my holy soul."

Under the huge pressure, Zhang Ruochen also tried his best to hold on in the space field.

If so, no matter how powerful Wanji's cultivation is, the space domain may not be able to withstand the pressure of his holy soul domain.

Wanji saw the beads of sweat rolling down Zhang Ruochen's forehead and smiled slightly: "It's a pity that your cultivation is too weak. Even if you can control the power of space, you can't make a big splash." Wanji doesn't want to continue with Zhang Ruochen. Nonsense, take a step forward, and your body turns into a series of shadows, appearing at the edge of the space field.

"Chichi!"

Wan Ji's palm, completely wrapped in holy energy, slowly penetrated into the space field and struck Zhang Ruochen's head.

At this moment, Wan Ji saw a strange smile appear on Zhang Ruochen's face.

Even when death is imminent, can you still laugh?

Suddenly, a black pill appeared between Zhang Ruochen's two fingers, and he quickly struck Wanji.

"Bang!"

The black elixir exploded and turned into a ball of death evil energy, wrapping Wanji's palm.

The evil energy of death was extremely corrosive and quickly penetrated Wanji's holy energy and invaded the meridians in the body.

Wanji's expression changed, and he immediately stepped back and sealed the meridians of his right arm as quickly as possible to prevent the evil spirit of death from spreading to the whole body along with the meridians.

It has to be said that Wanji is indeed experienced in many battles, and it is almost impossible to plot against him.

Of course, it was not easy to make him suffer a small loss, so Zhang Ruochen naturally wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

"Sword Three."

Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword in his hand, rushed forward, and thrust the sword with all his strength.

Thousands of sword energy burst out, gathered together, and merged with Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

Wanji immediately stopped and did not take action. He just stood there and concentrated the holy energy in his body to his chest.

The tip of Shen Yuan's ancient sword was still three feet away from Wan Ji's chest when it was blocked by an invisible force and could no longer move forward.

"boom!"

Power that was overwhelming surged out from Wan Ji's body, knocking Zhang Ruochen backwards.

Zhang Ruochen fell back to the ground, half-kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with his sword. Blood kept pouring out of his palms, flowing down the sword body, and dripping to the ground.

(Before twelve o'clock, there is still one chapter. Of course, it is estimated that it should be updated at about eleven fifty. Haha.) (To be continued.)