"It actually blocked?"

"The power of the queen can't destroy him?"

In the entire black market, I don’t know how many evil monks gathered, and they belonged to various major sects. At this moment, they were all extremely surprised, and some monks were even trembling, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excitement.

It is really unimaginable how powerful Zhang Ruochen's power can block the Zhenzi Seal with the blessing of the Queen's power?

Kong Hongbi and Guigu Saint General did not escape far away. They were still in the black market, hid in a stronghold in Mingtang, and opened the defensive formation.

Standing inside the formation light cover, Kong Hongbi took a breath of cold air and said coldly: "Ouyang Huan actually has such a powerful killer move. Once he plays the Zhenzi Seal, he may not be able to stop the first person in the "Semi-Saint List"."

As the young master of Mingtang, Kong Hongbi naturally had a killer move, but compared with Jieziyin, it was a little worse.

What's even more annoying is that Zhang Ruochen actually has Buddhist treasures that can push his cultivation to the holy general, which also suppressed Kong Hongbi.

If this continues, won’t the position of the number one master in the holy realm of the human race be saved soon?

Kong Hongbi secretly made up his mind to return to Mingtang and would definitely ask the master to take him to pay homage to the Saint Ancestor. Only the Saint Ancestor can take out treasures comparable to the Seal of the Realm and help him fight against the nine major Seals.

Previously, the sword energy ravines that Zhang Ruochen slashed with his sword were slowly closing.

The black market city divided into two halves, two large land blocks are connected again into a whole.

Under Zhang Ruochen's feet, black inscriptions appeared, like a net, covering every street in the black market, and at the same time, they were connected to the underground.

Someone opened the underground base array of the black market to prevent the Saint-level battle from causing irreparable losses to the black market.

The emperor's power emitted by the Jiezi Seal and the Buddha's light emitted by Zhang Ruochen, forming a subtle balance.

Even if a half-saint approaches ten feet, he will be beaten backwards by an invisible force.

"Only the Son of God and the Saint are able to fight Zhang Ruochen. We are close to the past, and there is no difference between sending death."

When the monk from the Demon Cult saw Ruochen falling down, he felt shocked and immediately retreated, just thinking that the further he could retreat, the better.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was not at all relaxed, as if he was suppressed by 100,000 mountains. He could only do his best to hold on to Jieziyin.

Even if he was a little depressed, in an instant, he and the Shi Meiren would turn into powder and die without a place to die.

The Jiezi Seal emits a mysterious force, suppressing the space, making the surrounding space extremely stable, like frozen.

Originally, in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, the space was just a piece of paper that could be torn and penetrated.

Now, the space has become a layer of iron, making Zhang Ruochen unable to exert the power of space movement and space cracks, and it seems quite passive.

Previously, Ouyang Huan threatened that he could kill Zhang Ruochen with just one move, and obviously he was preparing to use the Jiezi Seal.

Ouyang Huan and Zhang Ruochen were both injured and insisted on it, and it was time to see who couldn't hold on first.

Of course, Ouyang Huan was injured more severely. It would not take too long to continue the stalemate. He would definitely fall down within half a quarter of an hour.

Controlling the Jiezi Seal is by no means an easy task, and Ouyang Huan's injuries continue to aggravate.

"Master, if you don't take action now, when will you wait?" Ouyang Huan gritted his teeth and stared at the Master of Zhuguang Pavilion.

"Your Highness Son of God, I will help you with your help."

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion recovered from the shock just now, flew to the ground, and appeared at the edge of the Zhenzi Seal.

His hands, ten metal-like fingers, poured out ten demonic silk threads and flew towards Zhang Ruochen, who was suppressing under the border seal.

The ten threads of demonic energy are condensed by the rules of the holy path and represent the achievements of the Master of Zhuguang Pavilion for hundreds of years of practice. Not to mention the body of a monk, even a holy weapon can be cut off.

Ten demonic silk threads shuttled through quickly, completely wrapping Zhang Ruochen.

It can be imagined that as long as Zhuguang Pavilion takes the initiative to have an idea, Zhang Ruochen will become a pile of minced meat.

"I have already said that opposing the Demon Sect will only be a dead end." The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion smiled lowly.

Not far from Zhang Ruochen, Shi Meiren fell to the ground, tears flowing out of her eyes but she shook her head helplessly.

At this moment, she didn't look like a sword saint at all. She was no different from a weak ordinary woman. She just felt that she couldn't help Zhang Ruochen at all and felt that she was useless.

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion looked at Meiren Shi with a meaningful smile: "Who could have thought that the Lord of the Holy Maiden Palace, who was tall and above, was also a useless woman. Lord of the Palace Master, goodbye forever!"

As soon as the head of the Zhuguang Pavilion retracted his ten fingers, the ten demonic silk threads made a squeak, shrinking rapidly, wrapping them around Zhang Ruochen's eyes, neck, waist, and legs, trying to cut him into dozens of pieces.

Out of the expectation of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion, thousands of golden Buddhist scriptures appeared on Zhang Ruochen's skin, which actually blocked the silk thread of the demonic energy.

"How is it possible? How can defense be so strong?"

The head of the Zhuguang Pavilion was very angry, and his figure fell down, turning into a afterimage, rushing under the Zhenzi Seal.

His hands formed a holy art level fist mark and hit Zhang Ruochen's chest.

In his opinion, Zhang Ruochen is currently trying his best to support Jieziyin and has no ability to fight back at all.

Using a holy magic-level fist mark and punching, even if Zhang Ruochen has strong defense, he will probably lose half his life.

The black fist marks are getting closer and closer to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion and quickly calculated in his heart, "This punch can't be avoided at all."

If you bear this punch and suffer the suppression of Jie Ziyin, then Zhang Ruochen will undoubtedly die.

"Zhang Ruochen...you can even use the sword technique..."

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion put his hands together to block the Chenyuan Ancient Sword, trying to break Zhang Ruochen's sword technique.

"boom."

Zhang Ruochen had long hair dissipated, his body was full of golden light, and flew down from the sky, and made a big handprint, slapped the head of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion.

The head of the Zhuguang Pavilion Pavilion fell directly into his neck and lay on the ground.

The saint has strong vitality and is not so easy to kill.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen shot dozens of palm prints, like raindrops, and fell on the body of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion one after another.

It was not until the Zhuguang Pavilion was turned into a ball of blood mud that Zhang Ruochen stopped. His hands were full of holy blood, which was particularly bright red.

The entire black market was silent.

In the darkness, I don’t know how many people showed their fearful eyes.

"Zhang Ruochen, how dare you kill the saint of the Moon Worshiping God Cult?"

Ouyang Huan's eyes were cold, and he was really angry. He controlled the Jiezi Yin and wanted to suppress Zhang Ruochen again.

However, before the Zhenzi Seal was dropped, Zhang Ruochen used space transfer and disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen appeared on Ouyang Huan's right side, slashed out with a sword, slashing towards his legs.

A sword light flashed.

The Chenyuan Ancient Sword dragged out a sword arc, and drew from Ouyang Huan's knee, and appeared behind him.

Because Zhang Ruochen's speed of drawing the sword was too fast. Until the time of collecting the sword, Ouyang Huan's body and legs were still connected.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen slapped her out with a palm and hit Ouyang Huan in the chest.

Ouyang Huan's chest completely collapsed, his back protruded, his holy energy dispersed, and he flew backwards, drawing a blood-red arc and falling to the ground.

On the ground, only two bloody calves were left, still standing.

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(Notify in advance and you will go back to your hometown tomorrow, and the update is very late.

At the same time, I also apologize to everyone. I promised to update two chapters at 12 o'clock in the evening some time ago, but I finally found that I couldn't complete it at all. This is my fault and I won't make any promises in the future.

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