Fang Yi said coldly: "Zhang Ruochen, you are too arrogant. I really think that you can take so many holy sources by yourself. You are not afraid of being sacred to death?"

"I don't know if I can hold on to death, but I can be sure that the sword prison world cannot take away a holy source."

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the power of the Qiankun Realm, and then a powerful energy burst out from his body, shocking Fang Yi to stand unsteadily and retreated repeatedly, and a red holy blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"It's so strong."

Fang Yi covered his chest, very angry, but he was quite afraid of the attack.

Just kidding, Zhang Ruochen can kill him with just one blow.

Moreover, with the talent shown by Zhang Ruochen, even if he kills him, the Moon God will definitely do his best to protect Zhang Ruochen's life, and the Temple of Merit may not be able to punish Zhang Ruochen.

Be patient!

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

The boundaries of the six worlds communicate with their spiritual power, prepare to retreat, and then lead the saints of the six worlds to forcibly seize the holy source on the battlefield.

The battlefield is so wide and there are many saints in the six major worlds. Even if Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, he would not be able to stop them.

However, they were just about to retreat, and a powerful force of the holy path fell on them, suppressing them so hard that they could not move.

Among the seven worlds, except for Wu Hao, the other six worlds all changed their faces slightly and stared at Zhang Ruochen.

The mad demon said: "Zhang Ruochen, what do you mean? We just want to take away the corpses of the dead in the mother world and the holy source in their bodies. Isn't it enough to leave all the holy source in the Marquis of Rakshasa to you?"

After Yuan Hun died, Mad Demon became the leader of the saints of the Eight Realms and represented all the duties of the Realms.

"Go!"

Zhang Ruochen waved his palm and gave an order. Then all the saints of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming rushed out quickly and went to collect the holy source.

After making these arrangements, Zhang Ruochen said: "Since you have escaped from that battlefield, it means that you have given up the holy sources on the battlefield and handed them over to the Rakshasa clan. And I fought to the death with my own strength to repel the Rakshasa clan and seized the holy source from the Rakshasa clan. What qualifications do you have to get a share of the pie?"

All the six realms knew that if Zhang Ruochen had not repelled the army of the Marquis of Rakshasa, they would have been difficult to get the Holy Source, let alone obtaining the Holy Source.

The worst outcome is the annihilation of the entire army.

After all, it was Zhang Ruochen who saved them, and it was understandable that Zhang Ruochen wanted those holy sources.

However, after the army of the Marquis of Rakshasa retreated, they lost the threat from foreign enemies. Naturally, they wanted to collect the holy source and could not let Zhang Ruochen take it alone.

Faced with such huge benefits, the so-called kindness can only be put aside for the time being.

The six realms are all dragons among humans, quite smart. At almost the same time, they circulate the holy energy in their bodies with all their strength and burst out with the most powerful force, trying to break free from Zhang Ruochen's suppression.

"boom!"

The six holy powers of the Tao exploded like six clouds, and the surrounding space was shaking violently.

"I know that the Holy Source is important to you, but they are also important to me. Therefore, today, we can only seize the Holy Source by our ability. Whoever has the greatest ability will belong to whoever is."

Zhang Ruochen said this, raised a palm, pressed the void, and then the earth under the feet of the six kings suddenly sank down. Around their bodies, dense space cracks appeared, trapping them in an area dozens of feet square.

"Damn, the space in the ancestral spirit world is too fragile. Zhang Ruochen's space power can exert huge power. It's too much of a loss to fight him here."

"I finally understand why Princess Rakshasa still had to retreat with the marquis army when she had the advantage. If Zhang Ruochen was forced to a desperate situation, with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, she could completely collapse this space and die with them. At that time, the Rakshasa clan would suffer heavy losses."

The six realms were trapped inside the shattered space. When the saints of the six worlds saw that the situation was not good, they immediately rushed towards the battlefield and prepared to seize the holy source.

If so, Zhang Ruochen could not borrow the power of Qiankun Realm, even if he used space methods in the ancestral spirit realm, he would not be able to stop them.

But now...

Zhang Ruochen tried his best to mobilize the power of Qiankun Realm. His body could not bear the power, and some bloodstains cracked on the surface of his skin. However, he still gritted his teeth and tried to support him.

"Space crack."

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen tore a long crack open, the black crack connecting the sky and the earth, which was extremely shocking.

With a wave of his arm, the black crack flew out, flying from Zhang Ruochen's feet to thousands of miles away, tearing the space apart, and cutting off the way forward for the six worlds of saints.

The cracks that are thousands of miles long are hundreds of feet wide.

The saints who rushed to the edge of the crack in the space were all startled and stopped quickly. They stared at the front with their eyes wide open, as if they were looking at miracles, and their legs were a little weak.

On the other side, the saints of the Central Empire of Shengming were doing their best to collect the holy source. They all knew that time was quite tight, and with Zhang Ruochen's own strength, it would not take away the saints of the six worlds for how long.

Therefore, they did not collect any other treasures except the Holy Source. Although they were heartbroken, they had no choice.

The fastest charging speed is definitely Magic Sound.

Her feet turned into tens of thousands of roots and spread to the battlefield. Each root was like a hand, collecting a large number of holy sources back.

Just as the space crack was closed again, ninety-nine percent of the holy sources on the battlefield were collected by the saints of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming.

"Walk."

Zhang Ruochen roared, then exhaled a holy energy, enveloped them in, and took them to escape to the distance.

When the Spirit Flame Demon Concubine, Dongliu Sword Master, Wan Zhuiyi and others rushed out of the broken space, Zhang Ruochen and the saints of the Central Empire of Shengming had disappeared from the holy and lost their traces.

"It's hateful. Zhang Ruochen took away more than one million holy sources alone and obtained such a huge amount of resources. He was not afraid of being killed."

"Any subordinate mortal realm in the Heavenly Court Realm will be moved. Let's wait and see, Zhang Ruochen is looking for death."

...

They all knew that they could not catch up with Zhang Ruochen and were unlikely to regain the wall of merit and those holy sources, so they had to lead the saints from major worlds to start looking for other treasures on the battlefield.

In addition to the Holy Source, there are also holy tools, elixirs, talismans, secret books, holy corpses, holy blood... on the battlefield, which are also very precious. The Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty had no time to take them away.

This battlefield left more than one million holy corpses, which is a very amazing treasure house. Anything that can be taken to the mortal world is worth a lot.

Soon, midnight comes and the battle for merits of the saints ends.

A three-colored divine light flew from the dark universe and fell into the four major world fragments of the ancestor spirit world, like a three-colored divine cloud, permeating between the heaven and earth.

All the saints in the ancestral spirit world are wrapped in divine light.

They only felt their bodies lightening, and then, a dizzy turn. When they came into contact with the real world again, they had already arrived at the merit star on the banks of the Tianhe River.

Although the merit star is a star, it is not a "ball" shape, but a "staircase" shape, with a total of 8,940 levels, each level is one mile high, and each level is a world's "Merit Book".

At the top of the stairs, there is a magnificent temple, which is as huge as the stairs below, with a height of nearly 8,000 miles. Standing below the temple, you can't see the top of the temple at all, and you can only see a layer of misty divine mist.

At this moment, all the saints who are still alive in the seven realms of Shatuo gather outside the temple.

All the saints felt shocked and couldn't help but kneel on the ground and bow to the temple.

There were only a few saints who were still standing, but their faces also showed a look of awe, holding their breath, and not daring to make noise.

"State of Merit."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the plaque above the gate of the temple and recited these four words.

Those were four divine texts. When Zhang Ruochen saw the four words, he felt a overwhelming force and pressed towards him, and wanted to force him to suppress him to kneel on the ground.

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen's face turned pale as paper, and the holy soul in his body seemed to be suppressed and broken into pieces.

"Wow—"

Zhang Ruochen quickly mobilized the power of the Qiankun Realm to resist the divine power emitted from the four divine texts, and finally made the slightly bent legs stand up straight again. He also allowed the shattered holy soul to reunite.

"Bold, there is another force hidden in your body, which is breaking the rules of merit war. For the sake of fairness, now I will punish you and let you be wiped out."

A vast and domineering divine sound sounded in the Temple of Merit.

When every word came out, Zhang Ruochen seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, his body was thrown away, and his mouth was spitting out blood, his chest collapsed, and his bones were shattering.

Seeing this scene, many saints present showed joy.

Especially the saints in the Knife Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm almost laughed out loud. It was so refreshing. Someone should have stood up to suppress Zhang Ruochen's arrogance.

"A god takes action, Zhang Ruochen is dead!"

Fang Yi's heart was filled with joy.

Because Fang Yi knew that with his own strength, he would probably never be Zhang Ruochen's opponent in his life. Now that there is a god who takes action, it is naturally better.

"Crash."

A bright moonlight rose from the other end of the Tianhe River, instantly crossing the river surface that was 108,000 miles wide, and came to the sky above the Merit Star.

The bright moon was extremely bright and dazzling, and it hit the Temple of Merit in diameter.

With a "boom", the Temple of Merit was shaken slightly. The violent divine power burst out caused huge waves of water to stir up huge water waves not far away. The stars in the surrounding starry sky were trembling violently.

"Moon God, what are you going to do? Are you going to destroy the Temple of Merit?" A divine voice sounded like anger and angry in the temple.

"The Temple of Merit cannot be fair. If you want to kill my peerless genius in Guanghan Realm, what if I destroy it?"

The beautiful figure of the moon god, standing in the center of the bright moon, is holy and dignified, cold and elegant, with the most beautiful eyes in the world, but it is particularly cold and fierce, just like two magical swords that can pierce the sky of the world.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was seriously injured and was held in his hands by the Moon God. Widths of divine power surged out from his two white palms and spread into his injured body, helping him heal.

...

(I have been studying in Jinggangshan these days. The courses are very full and I have never had time to write, so I just squeezed out time to write a chapter.

However, today's study has ended and I will go home tomorrow. I will be in seclusion and typing for a while. The day after tomorrow, there is nothing else to do, and I should be able to resume updates. I can't say anything else, I can only say sorry.)
Chapter completed!