After the Crown Prince's Imperial was issued, a huge shock broke out in Mingtang. A large number of strong men rushed to Shengming City and gathered in a Lingshan covered with white fog in the west of the city.

The owner of Mingtang, Kong Sheng, stood at the top of Lingshan Mountain, with his eyes emerald green eyes, looking at the smoke and war in the distance, and said meaningfully: "They actually dare to attack the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace. Don't you know how powerful the imperial court has deployed in Shengming City?"

Kong Hongbi was wearing a blood-red holy jade armor and stood behind the head of Mingtang Hall, snorting coldly: "I overestimate myself, I just want to kill all the old ministers of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming."

Kong Hongbi was quite depressed. At the beginning, in Shengming City, he mobilized a large number of people to spread rumors, trying to get rid of Zhang Ruochen by the court. Unexpectedly, his words came true, and Zhang Ruochen was really the Crown Prince of Shengming.

The appearance of the crown prince's imperial edict put Mingtang in a very awkward position.

The Crown Prince of Shengming is the orthodox. If he does not respond to the edict, some of the old members of Shengming under the Mingtang will definitely have great opinions. If he responds to the edict, wouldn’t he have to surrender to Zhang Ruochen?

If he really surrendered to Zhang Ruochen, Kong Hongbi would definitely vomit blood in anger.

An old saint from Mingtang said, "Zhang Ruochen is young and energetic. King Mingjiang is a person who has lived for nearly a thousand years and is actually making trouble with him. Don't they know how powerful the formations in Shengming City are? Don't they know how terrifying the cultivation level of Lingxiao King is?"

In the Xiaoshengtian King's Mansion, Wanhuayu stood on the top of the mansion wall, looking at the waves of the holy path war energy coming from the distance, with a complicated look in his eyes, and he said to himself: "Zhang Ruochen finally took action. I don't know how many people will die in this battle."

"Princess, should we send troops to rescue Lingxiao Tianwang Mansion?" asked an old man with gray hair.

Wanhuayu shook his head and said, "With the foundation of Lingxiao Tianwang Mansion, it is enough to deal with any enemy, and we do not need our assistance at all. If the father is not in the mansion, we should be careful and immediately start the protection formation to prevent the Shengming army from launching an attack on the Xiao Shengtianwang Mansion."

Shengming City is a city with a history of more than one million years. I don’t know how many ancient countries have established capitals here. The city is quite vast, with tens of thousands of miles of boundaries and no boundaries are visible.

There are 1,000-meter-high metal array towers in the eighty-one directions of the ancient city.

A voice sounded over each formation tower: "The King of Heaven has an order to immediately activate the city-sharing formation and kill the saintly wise thieves in the city."

At this moment, the court officials and formation masters guarding the formation tower quickly mobilized their holy energy and mental power, and went all out to activate the city-modifying formation.

"Boom."

Eighty-one metal array towers bloomed bright light at the same time, releasing a terrifying wave of power.

The city with a radius of tens of thousands of miles was shaken at the same time.

Standing in the city, you can see eighty-one light spots on the horizon, as dazzling as eighty-one stars.

Even the saint felt frightened and a little upset at this moment.

"The city-mopping formation can be activated and all rebels can be killed, and all the saint-wise rebels will be wiped out."

Such a sound came from the Lingxiao Heavenly King's Mansion, and there was another sound of war drums. Suddenly, the morale of the imperial army increased greatly. They launched a counterattack and killed a large number of monks from the Central Empire of Shengming.

"Oh my God... what kind of power is this? What a terrible person is coming?"

"High-level holy art is definitely a high-level holy art. Is there actually a person at the peak of the Holy King among the Holy Ming Rebels?"

...

At least it requires the peak cultivation of the Saint King to have sufficiently strong holy energy and perform high-level holy art.

Who is anyone who can reach the peak of the Saint King is not a powerful existence in the world? Who can not be surprised if such a person appears?

The nobles and nobles in Lingxiao Heavenly Kings no longer had the arrogance they had in the past few days. They were really scared by the power of Zhutianzhi, so scared that their souls were about to leave their bodies.

Just after the deputy palace master fired out the Zhutian Finger, dozens of members of the Dragon Protection Pavilion each fired out a holy weapon and attacked the palace protection formation.

There are more than thirty holy objects, the weakest one is the Thousand-Secret Holy objects with 6,000 inscriptions. In addition, there are three Thousand-Secret Holy objects.

Such a powerful holy weapon can create huge destructive power, enough to destroy a city or a ridge.

Dozens of holy weapons fell down at the same time, and the Thousand-patterned Destruction Power and the Thousand-patterned Destruction Power intertwined, which actually tore a corner of the ancient formation of the Guardian Guardian.

"Bang."

The Sun and Moon Gate, one of the eight gates of the Lingxiao Heavenly King's Mansion, melted into iron in an instant.

In that battle eight hundred years ago, the ancient formation of the Guardian Guard was destroyed. Although the court repaired it, it was still not as powerful as before.

That's why, under the full attack of the Gugong Pavilion, the ancient Gugong formation was broken into a corner in just a few breaths.

"The Dragon Guarding Pavilion really exists, it's great!"

A fiery light appeared in King Mingjiang's eyes, and his fighting spirit was boiling. He raised the Ten Dragon Sword and rushed into the Sun and Moon Gate first.

At the same time, the deputy pavilion leader sent a spiritual power and entered Zhang Ruochen's ears: "I'll deal with the Lingxiao Heavenly King."

Then, the deputy pavilion master turned into a light shuttle and rushed into the Sun and Moon Gate.

A moment later, a great battle at the level of the Saint King broke out in the depths of the Lingxiao Heavenly King's Mansion. The light emitted by the holy arts turned the night into daylight.

"The Sun and Moon Gate was broken, and we rushed in together, avenge the dead relatives and friends, fight for the saints, and wash away the shame of eight hundred years ago."

Zhang Ruochen held the Shengming Battle Flag in one hand and the Shenyuan Ancient Sword in the other, like a sharp arrow, pushing forward at the fastest speed. In an instant, blood was flying all over the sky, killing madly, as if he wanted to vent all the hatred accumulated over the years.

The Blood Moon Ghost King, Ale, Demon Ape, and Devouring Demon Dragon followed Zhang Ruochen, breaking all the imperial cultivators rushed from left, right, and upward directions into blood mist.

"You are the Prince of the Holy Ming, I will take your life."

An old man with a cultivation level of the True Saint realm walked out of Lingxiao Heavenly King's Mansion, stepped down, and a force of falling sky and sinking into the ground swept out, pulling Zhang Ruochen into his battle circle.

Because the queen has no descendants, the Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion is the most powerful branch of the royal family of the first central empire. Its foundation is naturally quite amazing. There are many powerful human cultivators who are willing to defect to the Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion.

This old man is one of them.

He has practiced for more than 500 years and is a figure comparable to the holy lord of a medieval family.

"Just because of you, you are not worthy, let me die."

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was in a state of fighting, and at the same time released the three major fields of time, space, and swordsmanship, which instead pulled the old man in the True Saint realm over.

"Rumbling."

Zhang Ruochen poured all the holy energy into the ancient sword of Chenyuan, mobilized Jian Qi's sword intent, and slashed down frantically, slashing more than 30 swords in a row, which made the old man retreat and vomited blood.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen shattered his Holy Source and Qihai with one sword and killed him

The crimson true saint's blood dyed Zhang Ruochen's hair and robe red.

"kill!"
Chapter completed!