The number of scattered saints is huge and they stand all over the altar.

The altar crushed down and a sound like divine thunder erupted.

"Boom."

The Temple of Time and Space Temple hanging above were the first to be hit and were crushed by the altar.

The disciples of the two major temples sitting cross-legged in the temple were all crushed into flesh and died of untimely death.

"ah……"

Dongfang Qingyu let out a scream, and the holy body exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

"It's time to kill all the monks from the Heavenly Realm factions, leaving no one behind."

Without the suppression of the two temples, Zhang Ruochen's momentum was rising steadily, and finally, he could reuse the power of time and space.

The rules of time and space were mobilized at the same time, integrating into the mysterious hilt of the sword from the sword tomb, and then a sword was swung out.

"not good."

The pupils of the Archangel King Michael's eyes were tightened.

It's too late to dodge.

Unable to help, the Archangel King Michael had to block the sword of judgment, and at the same time released his own magnificent holy energy and did his best to build defenses.

"Bang."

The Sword of Judgment was slashed away, and all defenses were broken through in an instant.

At the critical moment, the Archangel of Michael blocked the twelve halos transformed by the twelve sects of judgment in front of him, and blocked most of the attack power for him.

All the twelve halos shattered, turning into corpses on the ground, sprinkling blood rain all over the sky, and the air was burned with sizzling sounds.

All the twelve sects died.

The Archangel King Michael survived but suffered a severe injury. He was almost split in half. The platinum wings behind him were all thorned into blood mud by the sword energy.

Ignoring him, Zhang Ruochen let out a long roar and rushed to the Yuanchu Temple.

Everything just now happened in a moment, so that the monks in the Heavenly Realm faction in the Yuanchu Temple were not able to react yet.

What exactly happened?

When they saw Zhang Ruochen killing him, they all felt their scalp numb and wanted to fly away immediately.

"Don't kill me."

Mr. Yaotian spoke, wanting to ask for forgiveness.

"die."

Before he could finish his words, the divine sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand had already cut off his head.

The ultimate murderous intent enters his body and quickly destroys his vitality and holy soul.

"I am a descendant of God Jiuyao, how could I..."

Young Master Yaotian's heart was full of reluctance, but his consciousness returned to nirvana.

"The Lord Jiuyao does not have descendants like you."

Zhang Ruochen slapped his head in the air with a palm, slapped it to pieces, and felt upset when he saw that face.

The leaders of the five factions in the Heaven Realm were frightened and quickly took back the five Yuanhui holy tools that suppressed the "Saint Book of Confucian Ancestors" and hit Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen held the sword in both hands, Shen Yuan and Drip of Blood were running continuously, and all five Yuanhui holy weapons were broken and turned into pieces of scrap iron.

Walk past step by step.

One step at a sword.

When Zhang Ruochen took five steps and walked in front of the Nine Heavens Xuannv, all the leaders of the five Heavenly Realm factions were cut into two pieces, and the bodies were still flying in the air.

"Bang bang."

It was not until Zhang Ruochen helped the Nine Heavens Xuannv up that the five corpses fell to the ground one after another, and five cruel pictures of the holy blood corpses were rendered on the printed floor of the temple.
Chapter completed!