In the hazy white mist, a tall and graceful figure stood on the water, wearing Wansu Sacred Clothes, exuding an extremely noble temperament.

It is the Rakshasa princess - Luo Yi.

"Zhang Ruochen's growth rate is really terrifying. He is so fast that he has become the first-level strong man under the Great Saint. In time, he can't really be comparable to Yan Wushen. He is worthy of being the one who is the destined person of this princess." Luo Qi whispered, with strange lights flashing in his eyes.

But the next moment, Luo Qi frowned slightly again and said, "Prince Moro actually got involved with the Nether Clan and acted as a bait to lead Zhang Ruochen. Are you not afraid of causing trouble?"

Although Luo Yi's identity is extremely noble, his strength has not reached the top level after all, and he cannot ask about Prince Moro's affairs.

In particular, Prince Moro had just seized the only remaining ancient holy Taoist tea tree in Confucianism and Taoism and made great contributions. Many gods of the Rakshasa clan personally gave rewards, and their reputation reached its peak, and there was no one who could restrain it.

However, this time, the Nether Demon and the Nether Buddha were dispatched together. No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen was, he would not be able to free up his hand to deal with Prince Moro.

On land, Zhang Ruochen and the Nether Demon fought fiercely, fighting the land that was thousands of miles apart and sinking.

The attack of the Nether Demon is extremely fierce, like a storm, and uses many terrible curses and dark means.

On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen seemed to have taken root under his feet, and had been standing there, never moving at all. He used all kinds of mysterious spatial means to perfectly resolve various attacks while also actively launching an offensive.

Anyone can see that Zhang Ruochen seemed very relaxed, not as if he was fighting life and death with people, but an ordinary competition.

"Zhang Ruochen's strength is not just a little better than the Son of Darkness. Is it because of the information that was wrong, or is he having a big breakthrough in this very short period of time?" The dark demon became more and more frightened and his mind became very serious.

According to the information he obtained, although Zhang Ruochen defeated the Dark Son, it was very difficult. The strength of the two should not be much different.

It is precisely because of this that the Nether Demon is more than 80% sure to defeat Zhang Ruochen and save the face of the Nether Clan.

But the current situation was unexpected by the Netherworld.

A petal that is only the size of a fingernail appeared silently next to the Nether Demon.

Before the Netherworld could react, the petals changed drastically, and many spatial rules appeared on the surface. In an instant, they turned into a space cage, covering the Netherworld.

Immediately afterwards, eight petals appeared, building an eight-level space cage in the same way.

The dark demon's eyes changed slightly. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruochen could actually carry hundreds of thousands of space rules with an ordinary petal, concealing his perception.

Being in the nine-level space cage, the movement ability of the Nether Demon was obviously restricted, and even the operation of the holy energy in his body became much slower.

"Do you think you can trap me in the space cage? Not to mention the ninth level, even the ninth level, I can easily break through it." The Netherworld snorted coldly.

As he spoke, the Nether Demon had already taken action, and the powerful power of darkness and curse emerged from his body madly, trying to erode everything.

No one noticed that Zhang Ruochen's hand had a silver sharp edge condensed with powerful spatial power.

"Swish."

The silver sharp edge suddenly slashed out, locking in Prince Moro's aura.

"Crash."

The space was slashed by the silver edge, and a huge crack appeared, revealing a deep level of empty space.

Prince Moro's pupils shrank, turning into a scarlet hurricane, quickly retreating backwards.

"What a Zhang Ruochen. While fighting fiercely with the Nether Demon, he can still free up his hands to deal with me."

In a hurry, Prince Moro's hands were woven together, and a brilliant spot of light was woven between his palms.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the light spot seems to be able to cover all kinds of things, and contains thousands of holy shadows.

The palms pushed out, and the spot of light turned into a army of holy shadows, and collided with the space crack. The space between Zhang Ruochen and Prince Moro became distorted.

"Rumbling."

Although the space crack was closed, the silver sharp edge penetrated the Holy Shadows army and rushed to Prince Moro.

"How is that possible?"

There was no time to use any means and there was no way to avoid it. Prince Moro had to do his best to release the evil power and inject it into the armor he was wearing, hoping to withstand this attack.

"Click."

The silver sharpness was invincible, and it cut through the top ten thousand-patterned armor worn by Prince Moro.

Even though Prince Moro had divine patterns engraved by the Rakshasa gods on his body, a ferocious wound with deep bones still appeared on his chest.

Prince Moro flew backwards, and the holy blood splattered out of the wound, instantly dyeing large areas of water red.

A first-level strong man like Prince Moro was injured by Zhang Ruochen when he met. I don’t know how many monks from the Hell Realm were frightened by this scene.

The Buddha of Nether shouted: "Zhang Ruochen, don't be arrogant and let the Buddha come to save you."

Now that things have come, the Buddha of the Underworld can undoubtedly no longer stand idly by.

He had already seen that with the Nether Demon alone, he probably had no hope of killing Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen's cultivation speed is too fast. If he cannot be removed this time, it will be even more troublesome in the future. Maybe no one will be able to control him.

With a shake of his hand, the Buddha of Nether threw out the rosary in his hand and activated it with powerful curse power.

Suddenly, the fifteen rosary beads grew rapidly, and they turned into fifteen skulls of a hundred feet in size, surrounding Zhang Ruochen.

All the skulls are marked with the curse sportraits of apocalypse, emitting an extremely evil aura, and each one is imprisoned with a powerful holy soul.

After a slight sense, Zhang Ruochen discovered that the fourteen skulls emitted the aura of a top saint, while the last one emitted the aura of an immortal saint.

It has to be said that the Buddha of the Underworld is really a good method to refine the skulls of an immortal saint and fourteen top saints.

"Zhang Ruochen, Buddha is looking forward to refining your skull into the sixteenth bead." A cruel smile appeared in the eyes of Buddha Nether.

What the Buddha likes to do most is to suppress powerful opponents and use the secret techniques of the Nether clan to sacrifice and refine them into rosary beads, so that these opponents can suffer all the torture and will never be liberated.

And the stronger the resentment of these opponents, the stronger the power of his rosary.

"roar."

The fifteen skulls made sharp roars, and they actually used different holy techniques at the same time.

The momentum of each holy art is extremely large. The worst is the exquisite intermediate holy art, which includes three high-level holy arts, especially the high-level holy art performed by the Great Saint-level Skull, which is the most terrifying.

For a time, the rules of heaven and earth and the holy energy of heaven and earth, which radiated thousands of miles, were all mobilized, and the wind and clouds surging, and the heaven and earth changed color.

Zhang Ruochen still seemed very calm, and his hands formed a strange space seal at a speed beyond imagination.

“Space tide.”

A light sound came from Zhang Ruochen's mouth.

Suddenly, an extremely vast space power surged out of Zhang Ruochen's body, turned into a surging tide, sweeping towards all directions.

"Bang."

No matter what kind of holy art it is, it is immediately submerged after contacting the space tide, like a mud cow entering the sea, and it is impossible to cause any waves.

Fifteen huge skulls were all shocked by the power of the space tide.

"Click."

A skull made a cracking sound, and it was almost destroyed.

"How could it be so strong?" The Buddha's heart was shocked.

He had already looked at Zhang Ruochen very much, so he took action and sacrificed a string of skeleton beads that he had refined with all his efforts. However, he did not expect that it would be broken so easily.

Affected by the space tide, the Luoshui set off a huge wave thousands of feet high, as if some giant beast was about to be born.

At this time, the Nether Demon finally broke free from the space prison and looked at the Nether Buddha.

"Swish."

The Nether Demon and the Nether Buddha moved at the same time and attacked Zhang Ruochen together.

They have all seen Zhang Ruochen's strength, and only by joining forces can they have hope of suppressing him.

Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves, and the Qingtian Holy Dragon immediately flew out, turning into dozens of miles long, and his body emitted an extremely vast dragon power, and a sacred aura spread out.

"Kill him."

Zhang Ruochen pointed at Prince Moro and ordered coldly.

He was waiting for the Nether Buddha and the Nether Demon to join forces, so that he could let the Qingtian Holy Dragon deal with the Nether Buddha.

After initially refining the Panlong Vine, the strength of the Qingtian Holy Dragon has been greatly improved. In terms of the ability to mobilize the rules of heaven and earth and the range of heaven and earth holy energy, it is quite close to the first level below the Great Sage.

If Prince Moro was not injured, the Qingtian Holy Dragon would naturally be his opponent.

But now, the Green Dragon Holy Dragon can at least entangle him, making it impossible for him to escape.

“Yes, master.”

The Qingtian Holy Dragon responded immediately.

Seeing the connection between the Buddha and the demon, Prince Moro breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Ruochen actually emitted a powerful Blue Sky Holy Dragon.

Just the aura emitted by the Qingtian Holy Dragon, Prince Moro felt a great threat.

"Isn't this the blue sky holy dragon that Zhou Yu captured in the Wild Secret Realm before? Zhang Ruochen actually conquered it, and it became so powerful."

Many monks watching the battle couldn't help but look surprised.

At the beginning, Zhou Yu pulled a sagely dragon in the sky and rushed to the Blood God Sect. This is a well-known thing.

But although the Qingtian Holy Dragon at that time was not weak, it could reach the second level below the Great Sage at most, and it was definitely not as strong as it is now, otherwise it would not have been suppressed by the Zhouyu.
To be continued...