"I couldn't kill him."

Zhang Ruochen stood opposite the strange king, with a look of regret in his eyes.

The space cracks failed to kill him.

Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm to his chest, and he felt only the scorching pain in his internal organs. It was obvious that he had suffered some injuries when he had run into the strange king head-on.

Zhang Ruochen and the alien king confronted each other and did not take any more rash actions.

The dozens of powerful people in the cloud world who were still alive all looked at each other. Lord Yi Wang took action personally, but he actually suffered a loss in Zhang Ruochen's hands.

"No wonder they were able to collect more than 400 million points of merit value and rush to the top of the "Saint Merit List". Zhang Ruochen's strength is really strong enough." They all thought so in their hearts.

The immortal vajra body of the alien king was to swallow millions of creatures and condense their essence and blood before he could practice it successfully. It can be called a defensive saint technique at the intermediate level of holy art.

As long as you keep devouring creatures, the immortal Vajra body will become stronger and even reach the level of advanced holy art.

"Chichi."

A golden light appeared on the wound on the left shoulder of the alien king, slowly healing, and said with a serious expression: "Zhang Ruochen, if your trump card has been used up, then I advise you to escape from the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo immediately, otherwise your death will be next."

Zhang Ruochen used the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra" for a week, and the injuries in his body were recovered by half, and said with a sharp aura: "It seems that you have stronger means."

"That's natural. I'm not just practicing a middle-level holy art." The other king's way.

Ling Feiyu noticed that more and more monks gathered outside the Jingxiang Cliff Temple, so the cold voice sounded: "Zhang Ruochen, there is no need to bother him anymore, take action together, fight quickly, so as not to avoid more monks from the cloud world coming later, that would be a troublesome thing."

The Cloud Realm is a powerful realm, with many temples in the Truth Heaven Realm.

If you know that something happened in Jingxiang Cliff Temple, those monks from Yunjie Temple will definitely come to support you. If you continue to drag on it, the situation may reverse and become unfavorable to Zhang Ruochen and the others.

Zhang Ruochen was not a stubborn person either. He nodded and said, "Okay, let's take action together and fight quickly."

Immediately, Zhang Ruochen took out a wine bag and poured the hot Dragon Spirit Crazy Cow wine like magma into his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

Suddenly, the holy energy in his body was like billions of mad cows running wildly.

Mu Lingxi, Su Qingling, Wen Shusheng, and Ling Mi each took out a wine bag and drank a sip of Long Ling Crazy Cow Wine.

They knew that Longling Crazy Cow Wine was more precious than many holy elixirs and was priceless, so they saved it and dared not drink it like Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen also called out the demon voice and ordered: "If you take action with Ling Xi and the others, you must keep all the monks in the Yun Realm. If you dare to occupy the temple in Guanghan Realm, they must pay a heavy price."

"I want to drink too."

Mo Yin's eyes were as charming as silk, and she licked her red lips lightly.

Zhang Ruochen took out a wine bag and threw it to her.

Knowing that Mo Yin was quite addicted to alcohol, Zhang Ruochen reminded: "Save a little while to drink. Every sip of this Long Ling Crazy Cow Wine is worth a holy pill."

Mo Yin smiled, opened the lid of the wine bag, raised a long white and slender jade neck, and drank a long sip.

The monks in the cloud world originally planned to delay time and wait for the strong people from other temples to come. Therefore, when they watched Zhang Ruochen and others drink, they did not launch an attack, but instead laughed secretly in their hearts.

"Chew!"

The Burial Heaven Sword pierced into the chest of the strange king, and a large amount of holy blood surged out like a red spring.

The strange king's face was ferocious, as if he was completely unaware of pain. He took a step forward, avoiding the purple sacred mountain attacked from above, and hitting the Yin and Yang Thunder Hands that had formed at Ling Feiyu's face.

The Burial Sky Sword completely penetrated the body of the alien king, and the sharp sword energy severely injured the alien king.

"A good move is put to death and then live."

Ling Feiyu's vision was full of fierce lightning, and she was about to be slapped to death by the alien king. She directly abandoned the Burial Sky Sword and mobilized the power of the electric mother Ziyi, and also fired hundreds of lightning.

"Rumbling."

After all, Ling Feiyu did not understand the rules of truth. In this duel, he was at a disadvantage and retreated repeatedly to completely resolve the palm power of the alien king.

The alien king did not expect that the palm he had shot with all his strength would just knock the opponent back.

"Are you wearing a magical garment?"

The strange king stared at Ling Feiyu, and his heart was so jealous.

If that purple robe was worn on him, he would have the power of the Yin-Yang Thousand Thunder Hand, and I don’t know how powerful it would be.

Ling Feiyu just looked back coldly, stretched out his palm forward, and the sword soul's thought was released. The Burial Heaven Sword inserted into the body of the alien king made a sword sound, moving the sword body upward, trying to tear the alien king's body to pieces.

The alien king quickly bent his legs, stood in horse stance, and his hands merged together. With his chest as the center, he condensed into a vortex-shaped golden holy Taoist power, forcing the Burial Sky Sword to fly out.

Ling Feiyu grabbed the Zangtian Sword again, stood with his sword, and said, "It's still good at strength!"

"If it weren't for the equal suppression of sentient beings, why should I use my second hand to kill you?" The strange king said in a deep voice.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the purple sacred mountain and landed behind the strange king. His clothes were flying, and his long hair was like a strong grass in the wind. He shouted: "What other means can you use it. Otherwise, the next one will be your death."

Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu joined forces and only had a few meetings to severely damage the alien king.

Another wave of attacks is enough to kill the alien king.

"Junior, you are so ignorant of the world!"

The alien king didn't say much, stretched out his finger and pressed it to his eyebrows, then his brain rushed out of a golden halo.

The halo was spinning and became increasingly huge, accompanied by the dull whistling sound of "rumbling". There were thirty-two holy rules in a row, and they merged into the halo, and suddenly, the halo became infinitely huge.

A circle of light and shadow that rushed out of the halo circled the entire Jingxiang Cliff Dojo.

Previously, although the Yin-Yang Thousand Thunder Hand cast by the alien king was an intermediate-level holy art, only the eighteen holy path rules were integrated into. You should know that the more holy path rules were integrated into, the more powerful the intermediate-level holy art was.

Outside the temple, the monks watching were all surprised to see the halo covering the Mirror Cliff.

"That's the intermediate level holy art, the aura of death."

"Cultivators at the half-step Saint King level can cultivate intermediate-level holy art like the aura of death?"
Chapter completed!