The battle was about to reach the point, and the holy power of all saints was released, filling the ancient city of Taiyin.

Although the city-shadow formation of Taiyin Ancient City was not opened, there were still many defensive formations in the city, and the human monks in the city hid in one after another.

Yao Sheng flew out of the night, and with a loud bang, he landed on the ground and appeared behind Zhang Ruochen.

"Why do you need the Knight of Death to do it yourself? I am alone, enough to kill him." Yao Sheng said loudly.

In the battle of Moyou Valley, Yao Sheng fought with Zhang Ruochen and injured Zhang Ruochen.

He thought he had fully grasped Zhang Ruochen's true nature and had enough confidence to kill Zhang Ruochen.

Yao Sheng had just surrendered to the Knight of Death and became a member of the Immortal Temple. In order to improve his status, he naturally wanted to make contributions.

Killing Zhang Ruochen is a great achievement.

"Ghost King Lock."

Yao Sheng opened his mouth and spit out a chain as thick as an arm, extending it out like a long steel dragon.

In the Ghost King Lock, thousands of inscriptions appeared, and thousands of destructive power burst out.

"Boom."

The chain carrying the destructive power failed to hit Zhang Ruochen, but it affected the Qingfeng Saint flying in the air and hit his waist.

The saint of Qingfeng was secretly shocked, and quickly pinched out the sword technique and shouted softly in his mouth: "The Legend of Shan."

The holy sword on his back flew out of the sheath and trembled violently, forming tens of thousands of sword energy.

The sword energy gathered together and condensed into a five-fingered sword mountain.

"Bang."

The Ghost King Lock shattered the sword mountain and slashed the body of the Qingfeng Saint, causing the Qingfeng Saint to fall to the ground. The powerful impact force turned a manor with neatly distributed pavilions and towers into ruins.

The Qingfeng Saint's face was a little pale and his mouth was covered in blood. He walked out of the ruins and stared at Yao Sheng in surprise: "All of them are saints in the upper realm, is the gap so big?"

The Qingfeng Saint is not a weak among the saints in the upper realm. However, he and Yao Sheng were injured after just fighting one blow. How could they not be surprised?

Yao Sheng, as the deputy palace master of the You Palace, is very famous. Some older generation semi-saints in the ancient city of Taiyin recognized him.

"Yao Sheng actually defected to the Immortal Vampire."

"It is said that Yao Sheng has two holy bodies, one man and one woman. Once he takes action, he is like two saints in the upper realm. In the Xuanhuang realm, few people can compete with him."

"Even if you don't see the Saint of Qingfeng, you can't stop his attack. Such a person is probably only the Saint of Xuanhuang Realm can suppress it."

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Yao Sheng did not take the saint of Qingfeng seriously, only Zhang Ruochen in his eyes, took a step, rushed forward, and laughed in a deep voice: "I hid very quickly, I want to see how long you can hide?"

"Crazy."

Under Yao Sheng's control, the Ghost King Lock flew out again and quickly rotated, forming nine circles with a diameter of three meters.

At the top of the Ghost King Lock, a ferocious human head stretched out, as huge as a millstone. It appeared in the center of the nine chain circles, with green ghost fire burning on it.

That is the head of a true saint, containing the holy power of the true saint.

The power of this attack is much stronger than the attack just now.

The Saint of Qingfeng took a breath and said in his heart, "Yao Sheng's combat power is really terrifying. If he had just made this attack, I would have been more than just a little injury. Today, Zhang Ruochen may be in danger. Only when the big figures of the Liangyi Sect arrived earlier may they save his life."

No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen is, he is still too young after all, and his cultivation level is too low, so he cannot compete with the saints of the upper realm.

The power and energy radiated from the Ghost King Lock made countless human cultivators feel suffocated, and no one believes that Zhang Ruochen could resist it.

Perhaps because of the excessive alcoholism, Zhang Ruochen was fearless and took the initiative to fight against the Ghost King Suo.

"Ao!"

"roar!"

Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, and a huge phantom of a dragon and an elephant appeared, and he hit forward with his palms at the same time, colliding with the ghost fire head.

The palm power that Zhang Ruochen exerted was so strong that he attacked dozens of palms in a row, causing the ghost fire head and the ghost king lock to fly backwards.

"How is it possible, how could his power be so powerful?"

Yao Sheng was surprised and a little doubted whether Zhang Ruochen was Gu Linfeng?

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was much stronger than Gu Linfeng. Without using the Ten Saint Blood Armor, he could already compete with him.

If so, Zhang Ruochen is really Gu Linfeng.

Could it be that Zhang Ruochen's strength has doubled in just a few days?

How is it possible.

Zhang Ruochen was in a state of a bit crazy, and the blood and holy energy in his body became very violent.

Of course, he did not completely lose his mind, and still had a clearer consciousness. He felt incredible in his heart that when he was drunk, he actually burst out with twice the power than usual.

"Ten Saints Blood Armor."

Zhang Ruochen didn't think much, and let out a long roar, stirring up the Ten Saints Blood Armor.

Ten holy shadows appear, surrounding ten directions of the body.

With the blessing of the Ten Saints Blood Armor, Zhang Ruochen's body emitted a stronger power fluctuation than before.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen slapped out with a palm, causing Yao Sheng to retreat dozens of feet backwards, and the streets under his feet burst.

Zhang Ruochen continued to take action, and every palm fell like a five-fingered mountain. The attack made Yao Sheng passively defend, and no matter what means he used, he could not resist it.

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen also noticed the clue and guessed in his heart, "It should be the energy of the Dragon Scale Crazy Bull Wine that made me exhale double the power. Otherwise, with my current cultivation level, I will not be a match for Yao Sheng at all."

The Saint Yashe frowned and said, "Yao Sheng is not the opponent of Zhang Ruochen. The Saint of the Airspace, the Saint of Qingyi, and the Saint of Wanxin, you can help him."

The saints of the airspace, the saints of Qingyi, and the saints of Wanxin are all the cultivation levels of the saints of the upper realm. They come from the Huangtian tribe. The Emperor Huangtian Blood personally ordered them to follow the Knight of the Death God and be sure to get rid of Gu Linfeng.

The three saints of the upper realm spread their blood wings on their backs and rushed from three different directions to Zhang Ruochen who was fighting fiercely with Yao Sheng.

"Original Blood Handprint."

"Jinghong Youlong Sword Technique."

"Heartbreaking finger."

The three saints in the upper realm of the world produce a holy technique at the same time.

Yao Sheng cursed in his heart, thinking that the Immortal Vampire was not a thing, because the holy arts produced by the three saints in the upper realm also enveloped him.

Yao Sheng put away his attack methods and fled immediately.

"Where to escape?"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen slapped Yao Sheng’s male body on the chest, and his palm power was stacked one after another, and thirty-six layers of power burst out in a row.

"Puff."

Yao Sheng's chest was sunk inward, his ribs collapsed, and he flew out like a cannonball, falling into the ruins.

In order to severely attack Yao Sheng, Zhang Ruochen also paid the price.

The holy arts produced by the three saints in the upper realm fell down and hit him.

Even with the resistance of the Ten Saints Blood Armor, Zhang Ruochen still suffered some injuries. However, he had become a saint in his body, had amazing defense, and was not too serious.

"What a pervert, I deserve to be a saint in my body, and I can actually bear the saint technique."

"The Ten Saints Blood Armor's defense is really strong. Without using real trump cards, it will not be able to severely damage Zhang Ruochen."

"If you do your best, I will not be able to destroy him if I don't believe it."

The three saints in the upper realm used the holy art again to mobilize more powerful power.

How could Zhang Ruochen give them another chance?

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen moved his body and used the means of space movement, appeared in front of the saint of the airspace, and suddenly hit him.

The saint of the airspace had no time to react, and had been knocked away by Zhang Ruochen and fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen's legs and knees pressed against the abdomen of the saint in the airspace, pinched his fists with both hands, and his fists fell like raindrops.

"Bang bang."

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen punched more than a hundred punches in a row, and each punch was all his strength.

The skull of the saint in the airspace was shattered, his chest collapsed, and half of his body was crushed and turned into blood mud. Zhang Ruochen reached out and grabbed it, and took out a holy source the size of a fist from the blood mud.

In less than one breath, a saint of the upper realm had fallen and was beaten to death.

In the distance, the Saint of Qingfeng felt his scalp numb. If it were him, he would have been dead when he met Zhang Ruochen, a fighting maniac.

Yao Sheng crawled out of the ruins and spit out a mouthful of blood. "I dare to attack me and deserve to be beaten to death. Isn't Zhang Ruochen so easy to deal with?"

The state of mind of the Saint Qingyi and Saint Wan Xin was calm enough, and they were not scared. They continued to take action and played sword techniques and fingering respectively.
To be continued...