In the Yuanchu Temple, all the strong men from the court looked at Zhang Ruochen, with excitement in their eyes and even respect.

In their eyes, Zhang Ruochen came like a peerless war god, standing tall and majestic.

After storing a large number of springs of life into the body of the Saint Shu Cai, Zhang Ruochen came to Chi Kongle.

Seeing Chi Kongle's weak appearance, Zhang Ruochen felt extremely distressed, and the murderous intent in his heart became stronger and stronger. The faction in the Heaven Realm must pay the price for this.

"Father."

Chi Kongle's eyes were filled with tears, and she cried out.

While rushing into Chi Kongle's body, Zhang Ruochen said, "Don't worry, don't be afraid, my father will not let anyone go who wants to hurt you."

"I'm not afraid." Chi Kongle shook his head.

With the nourishment of the Spring of Life, Chi Kongle lost its life essence quickly replenishes, and the gray hair turns back to blue-black.

With the protection of the demon ape, Chi Kongle was not actually injured. He just burned his life and holy blood, causing his body to become particularly weak.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes swept over the other monks present.

Although he was not good at the court of the First Central Empire, these people had fought to the death to fight against the powerful people of the Heavenly Realm faction, and his character and integrity made him appreciate it.

As long as there are more people like this, there will still be hope in the Kunlun world.

"Wow—"

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Ruochen took out a large amount of springs of life, turned into sweet rain, and integrated into the bodies of those white-haired monks.

The eyes of some powerful people in the court became very complicated, with shame, bitterness and sorrow.

Once upon a time, like the Dazai Wang Shiqi, they felt that Zhang Ruochen was a huge threat, a rebellion, and a rebellion. They once recommended to Queen Chi Yao to get rid of Zhang Ruochen.

Even later, Zhang Ruochen left Kunlun Realm, and many people regarded him as a traitor.

But now, Zhang Ruochen came to save them without grudges. Such a sense of mind made them feel ashamed.

When Zhang Ruochen took action to save the powerful people in the court, the strong people in the Heaven Realm faction were already in chaos.

The holy altar is like a scorching sun, hanging above the Tianchi Lake, releasing a vast holy power, blocking the world without leaving any way out.

The Archangel King Michael dragged his wounded body and quickly joined the other strong men, his face becoming solemn and ugly.

Who would have expected that Kunlun Realm would have such a powerful move?

"Break open the altar." King Michael's Archangel said in a deep voice.

Only by breaking the altar and being suppressed by them and banning the place can they regain their initiative.

All the strong people in the Heavenly Realm faction understood this truth, so no one hesitated and took action one after another, and holy lights soared into the sky and bombarded the altar.

Holy weapons, holy art, talismans, etc., converge into a torrent.

"It's really a delusion to break the seal of the altar." Han Qiu smiled coldly, his eyes cruel and beautiful.

The powerful men from the Dragon Guarding Pavilion and a group of scattered saints took action at the same time to inject power into the altar.

"Wow—"

The altar shines brightly, and the holy power emitted becomes more and more vast. The patterns on the surface appear clearly, intertwining into a sky net, covering the world.

Many extremely terrifying holy thunders burst out from the altar, and each of them was enough to destroy the world.

"boom."

The attack methods launched by the saints of the Heavenly Realm faction were blocked by the holy thunder and disappeared invisible, and many holy weapons turned into fragments.

"roar."

The evil spirit rushed out of the Tianchi Pond, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed the closest monk in the Heaven Realm into his stomach.

It has drunk a large number of fountains of life and has extremely strong recovery ability.

Ale appeared on the water with an iron sword in his hand, dripping water drops from his long hair, his eyes were cold, and he rushed into the monks of the Heavenly Realm faction.

He was indeed seriously injured just now, but the seal of life and death had already condensed in his body. Life was tenacious, and the power of life and death could be transformed into each other.

The energy of life can be transformed into the energy of death.

The qi of death can also be converted into the qi of life.

Endless and endless.

It is even harder to kill him now than to kill a great sage in the Hundred Shackle Realm.

"come over."

Zhang Ruochen stretched out a hand and grabbed the void.

A very weak holy soul flew out of the Tianchi Lake and fell into his hands.

This holy soul belongs to Dongfang Qingyu. He was hit by the holy altar just now and his body exploded, but the holy soul escaped by chance. He wanted to hide in the Tianchi, but he didn't expect that he would be discovered by Zhang Ruochen.

Dongfang Qingyu's holy soul was extremely frightened, and his mind was shrouded in the shadow of death.

"I am one of the ten great disciples of the Temple of Truth. You can't..." Dongfang Qingyu's voice trembled.

“There is nothing to be possible.”

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Ruochen pinched his holy soul into pieces with his five fingers.

After killing Dongfang Qingyu, Zhang Ruochen suddenly felt that the mystery of truth had entered his body.

As one of the ten great disciples of the Temple of Truth, Dongfang Qingyu is indeed very talented in the Way of Truth, otherwise he would not be able to cross the ninth level of the sea.

He has a total of nine out of ten thousand truths and the number is quite small.

After all, the total number of the mystery of truth is a constant "one", and even if one can get one ten thousand, it is very rare.

Although there are a large number of strong people present in the Heavenly Realm factions and many leaders in the world, there are only a handful of people who have the mystery of truth.

The mystery of truth that Zhang Ruochen possesses is 58% of ten thousand, and he is one step closer to becoming the messenger of truth.

"Wow."

Drip of blood and the abyss rotated rapidly, and thousands of sword energy flew out, breaking through the monks of the Heavenly Realm faction, and no defense could be resisted.

Maybe it can block a sword energy, but with the second sword energy and the third... hitting the same position, even the divine pattern cannot resist it.

This time, the faction in the Heaven Realm touched Zhang Ruochen's reverse scales, and could only repay them with blood.

Do you really think that Zhang Ruochen dares not destroy their generation?

They are both Nine-Step Holy Kings, but their strengths are vastly different.

Faced with Zhang Ruochen's attack, all the monks of the Heavenly Realm faction were panicked and it was difficult to form an effective counterattack. Gradually, they lost the will of fighting and just wanted to escape soon.

"So Demon Lord, take me a kick."

Zhang Ruochen's legs burned, released a cloud of fire, burst out with a divine power, falling from the sky, and pressing against the Demon Lord of Soul with one foot.

The Demon Lord of Soul looked up and saw a fire cloud in the shape of the soles of his feet pressing down.

Mobilize all your strength, press your hands upwards, and produce a high-level holy art of palm techniques.

Continuous Palm.

"Boom."

The power of Yan Shen’s legs is in contact with Lianjie Palm.

The Great Sage bones on the Sou Demon Lord made a "clog" sound, as if they were about to be trampled, and they roared in their hearts: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I am the Great Sage, the Great Sage in the Hundred Shackle Realm, how could I be defeated by a Holy King?"

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen stepped on his second step, and countless divine patterns intertwined on his legs.

When the third leg fell, the Lianjie Palm that the Soul Demon Lord shot was broken, and was pressed by the divine power coming from above and kneeled on one knee, and could only grit your teeth to support it.

"The Great Sage who has broken the shackles is really hard to beat."

Zhang Ruochen took out the "Secret Book of Time and Space", turned on one of the pages, and stroked his fingers on the pages, like playing a piano string. Every time he stroked, a force of time flew out and fell onto the Demon Lord of Soul.

A force of time cuts away five hundred years of life.

After only three times, the Sou Demon Lord became quickly and quickly burned the holy blood, shattered the suppression of the Yan divine legs, and fled out.

"I have some ability, and I can still escape after killing a thousand and five hundred years of life." Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised.

At this time, the factions in the Heaven Realm were already suffering heavy casualties, with the corpses of the Holy King everywhere, and the holy blood flowed, dyeing the Oasis of Tianchi red.

"The devil...the great devil...Zhang Ruochen...you are not a human, you are a devil..."

A beautiful female angel with a trembling voice and stumbled backwards.

Her blue eyes were filled with fear.

Zhang Ruochen walked over step by step, without any mercy on the slightest, and said indifferently: "Devil? Are the things you do in Kunlun Realm also devil's behavior? Say I am a devil, okay, I am a devil now, the big devil, I want this title."

Chen Yuan's ancient sword slashed out and passed through the female angel. A blood line appeared on her holy and soft face. Her graceful and graceful body was divided into two and died.

"Why can't you kill Zhang Ruochen?" Yin Yuanchen's eyes were about to break.

He finally got the opportunity to prove himself, but he didn't expect that this would end up being the result.
To be continued...