Zhang Ruochen set up a large space maze, trapping the saints from the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm in the formation, and then sneaked into the holy mountain along the Holy Spring Waterfall.

The palm of Han Qiu's hand emitted a series of dark lights, wrapping everyone in.

In this way, even the cultivators in the Purple Mansion Realm and the Sword Prison Realm have no sense of perception, it is difficult for them to detect their aura.

The mad demon carried the iron rod on his shoulder, followed Zhang Ruochen, and asked, "Zhang Ruochen, how long can the formation you set up trap them?"

"They lost their holy weapon and their attack power dropped a lot. Using the space maze can trap them for at least half an hour." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Half an hour... time is still a bit urgent." said the madman.

Han Qiu's long black hair was like willow catkins, hanging down to the ground, and sneered: "If it were me, I should have killed them all to prevent future troubles."

Hearing this, the madman felt a chill in his vest and said, "The monks from the Seven Worlds and some bigwigs from the Heavenly Court are all watching on the battlefield mirror. If they really kill them, even a massacre. When we return to the Heavenly Court, we will be punished."

Han Qiu said coldly: "Are there few saints killed by the Purple Mansion Realm and the Sword Prison Realm?"

"This is completely different! Although the Heavenly Court Realm turned a blind eye to the struggle between major worlds, there was also a bottom line. If you cross that bottom line, the Heavenly Court Realm would definitely intervene. Killing more than a thousand saints who gave up resistance would undoubtedly have crossed the bottom line of the Heavenly Court Realm." said the madman.

Han Qiu said: "If you don't kill them, they will definitely bring a large number of saints to kill us later."

Ale, who had been silent, finally spoke, his voice was quite stiff: "Why continue to worry about this issue? In my opinion, whether you kill them or not, the result will be the same."

Finally, they stopped arguing, accelerated their pace and walked into the holy mountain.

This great robbery in Wujin Holy Mountain was naturally seen by monks from the seven worlds. I don’t know how many monks were shocked and couldn’t speak.

More than a thousand saints were looted. Such a large-scale robbery was accomplished by just four saints, rather than some old saint king or great saint.

"It's so crazy!"

Such a thought emerged in the minds of all monks.

"The saints in the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm did not resist. Are they all soft-boys? With their nature, how did they cultivate to the holy realm?"

"Once more than a thousand saints work together, they may not be able to destroy Zhang Ruochen and the other four."

"In this battle, they have lost all the faces of the Saber Prison World and the Purple Mansion World! What other face do they have to return to their mother world?"

...

This time, the robbery was surprisingly rare, and few monks scolded Zhang Ruochen and others, but more were insulting the saints of the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm. Not only did they feel that they had lost the face of the Sword Prison Realm and the Sword Prison Realm, but also the face of the Heavenly Court Realm.

Even the monks in the Purple Mansion Realm and the Sword Prison Realm were so angry that they gritted their teeth and felt their faces be lost.

Those great saint-level figures focused on Han Qiu and A Le. These two saints from the Kunlun Realm were a bit outrageously powerful.

Moreover, with their eyesight, even if they don’t come to the battlefield in person, they can still see some subtle clues.

"How do I feel that the woman is practicing the Dark Way? The saints in the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm are likely to be affected by the power of darkness and give up resistance."

"With human physique, can we withstand the power of darkness without being retaliated?"

"No matter whether she practices the Dark Path or not, she is definitely an amazing talent. When the saint's merit war is over, someone must be sent to contact her."

"If it weren't for the merit battle of saints, who would have thought that there would be so many top geniuses in Kunlun Realm? If they were given another five hundred years, I don't know how much the strength of the entire Kunlun Realm would have increased."

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While moving forward, Zhang Ruochen brought the Holy Spring into the Mercury Gourd.

I don’t know how long I walked, the passage became dim and the airflow became colder. Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen stopped and felt powerful waves of the holy road coming from the front.

So he stopped collecting the Holy Spring, hung the Mercury gourd around his waist, took out the ancient sword of Shenyuan, and sneaked forward cautiously.

About a quarter of an hour later, they entered a rather vast low cave.

The stone walls around are harder than black iron, and the gravity in the space is far greater than that of the outside world, as if the entire Wujin Holy Mountain is pressing against them.

Even with the strong cultivation of the four of them, they felt that their bodies could not withstand the heavy pressure. Once they fought fiercely, their bodies would burst and open.

"Crash."

In the distance, strands of golden light surged out, like a golden river, passing through the cave.

At the center of the golden light, a towering palace was suspended, as if it was made of gold. There were thirty-six pillars as huge as thirty-six mountains. The phantoms of thirty-six kinds of giant birds appeared on the pillars, sinking and floating, as if thirty-six holy souls were sealed inside the pillars.

The holy spring flows out from that holy palace.

The holy spring collected by Zhang Ruochen can already temper hundreds of thousands of drops of the condensed holy dew. Obviously, it is still only a small number of holy springs. More holy springs should be in that kind of palace.

"It's indeed a holy palace. Is it really the secret treasure of the Great Saint?" The madman widened his eyes and showed a fiery look.

Facing the secret treasure of a great saint, no creature can remain calm.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at the golden "river" flowing out of the Holy Mansion, reached out and grabbed it, and then a large handprint condensed.

However, as soon as the Great Hand Seal touched the golden "river", it immediately spread and opened, turning into a wisp of holy energy, and instead merged into the golden "river".

Seeing this scene, Fengmo showed a strange look.

The power of the golden "river" can tear apart the big handprints made by Zhang Ruochen. Then it is probably not too difficult to tear their bodies apart.

"Sure enough."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Those golden rivers are made up of the rules of the holy path. If I am not wrong, that holy palace should be the rules of the old man Wu Jin."

The few people present are not unfamiliar with the "Rules Holy Artifact".

When a monk reaches the realm of heaven, he can use his own rules of holy path to condense a vessel.

This vessel is the prototype of the regular holy instrument.

As the monk's cultivation becomes more and more profound, the rules of the holy path become more and more concise and thicker, the prototype of the vessel in the holy source will turn into a real "rule holy weapon".
Chapter completed!