It was so sudden that even with the cultivation of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion, he could not avoid the attack descended by the Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Array.

The power of lightning was quite powerful, breaking through the Holy Soul Realm of the Lord of the Zhuguang Pavilion. The skin became charred, and there were still electric patterns passing by, making a chirping sound.

The head of Zhuguang Pavilion was furious, and he pinched his fists with both hands, stared in the direction of the formation tower, and scolded: "What the hell is going on?"

There was no response sound in the formation tower.

On the contrary, three thunder and lightning struck him one after another.

Even if the body of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion is so strong that it can't hold on. Black smoke is emitted all over his body, and some of the positions are cracked and blood beads are gushing out.

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion was quite crazy and felt that the old guys who controlled the formation must be deliberately slapping him. After all, the attack power of the Ten-Term Heavenly Thunder Formation could not be slashed every time and landed on him alone.

Black lines appeared on Ouyang Huan's forehead. Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately sent a high-level semi-saint to investigate the direction of the formation tower.

The high-level semi-saint had just rushed out.

There was a "bang".

Above the sky, an electric column as thick as a bucket was shot down, splitting him into a black skeleton, and the flesh and blood on his body burned out.

Seeing this scene, all the monks of the Demon Cult in Zhuguang Pavilion felt frightened and their legs couldn't help but tremble.

"Could it be that Zhang Ruochen arranged manpower in advance and controlled the Ten Directions of Heavenly Thunder Array?"

Thinking of this, all the monks of the Demon Cult immediately dispersed and did not dare to gather together.

They knew better than anyone else how terrible the power of the Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Array is. Not to mention monks below the semi-saint, even creatures in the holy realm may be killed.

If the enemy masters the ten directions of the thunder formation, it will be a disaster.

"Wow—"

Thunder and lightning burst out from the center of the formation wheel, and landed in the Zhuguang Pavilion one after another.

In a moment, dozens of strong men were attacked, their spirits and bodies were destroyed, and they turned into a ball of blue smoke.

The power of the formation is quite terrifying. Every lightning drop will cause a very terrifying destructive power. The auction hall is smoothed out, and the palaces are destroyed. On the ground, large pits with diameters of dozens of meters appeared.

In many places, the ground melts, forming red magma depressions.

"Who? Who is it? Get out."

"Zhang Ruochen, you are so despicable that you secretly sent a master of formation to destroy the formation of Zhuguang Pavilion and have the ability to fight openly."

The magnificent Zhuguang Pavilion was severely damaged and the wealth was lost was uncountable. The master of Zhuguang Pavilion and the powerful men of the Demon Sect were so angry that they gritted their teeth and kept roaring.

Xiao Hei sticks out his round butt, presses his two claws on the ground, controls the Ten-Strait Heavenly Thunder Formation, and continues to attack, wanting to kill all the powerful men of the Demon Sect.

At this moment, Xiao Hei was very proud and laughed "giggling" in his mouth.

At this moment, behind Xiao Hei, a woman's voice sounded: "It turned out to be a fat cat making trouble, which was beyond the expectations of the Palace Master."

Xiao Hei was slightly shocked, and the black hair on his body stood up. He turned his chubby face and his eyes rolled drippingly to find the source of the sound.

"Who? Who dares to speak to my emperor's butt?"

"Swish."? A figure flashed.

A woman in a palace dress wearing a veil appeared in front of Xiao Hei.

Her figure is quite plump, her skin is as creamy as her skin, and her pair of agile starry eyes staring at Xiao Hei below, revealing her scrutiny eyes.

"What a powerful human woman." Xiao Hei realized the danger and did not continue to control the Ten-Planet Thunder Formation. He immediately narrowed his body and fled underground, wanting to escape.

Xiao Hei is not weak, and his ability to escape is even more powerful than Zhang Ruochen.

However, the woman in the palace dress stared at her, and the two rules of the holy path condensed out of thin air, like two indestructible chains, imprisoning Xiao Hei.

At this moment, Xiao Hei's head had already penetrated into the ground, but his body was still exposed on the ground. His four claws kept stomping, but he could not escape at all.

The woman in the palace dress looked very elegant. She slowly squatted down, stretched out a slender and soft hand, grabbed the soft flesh on Xiao Hei's neck, and grabbed it.

Losing Xiao Hei's control, above the sky, the formation wheel of the Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Formation broke and opened with a loud bang.

The suffocating sense of crisis finally disappeared, and all the masters of the Demon Sect breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zhang Ruochen's helper has been captured by the deputy palace lord. Let's take action together and end the battle as soon as possible."

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion took the lead in attacking, mobilizing all the demonic energy in his body, and casting a holy technique.

"The True Demon of Hell."? A vast demon cloud appeared above the black market.

The demonic energy kept rotating, forming a huge vortex.

In the center of the vortex, a black demonic pillar rushed to the ground, and behind the Lord of the Zhuguang Pavilion, a black shadow that was more than ten feet tall condensed.

Standing opposite the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion, Zhang Ruochen could clearly feel that a shocking force was condensing, as vast as the entire universe, and he could not detect how terrifying that power was.

Standing in front of the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion, Zhang Ruochen felt as small as a grain of dust.

The other party, with just a breath, seemed to be able to destroy him.

"Is this the true power of the creatures in the holy realm?" Zhang Ruochen held his breath and deeply realized the huge gap between the creatures in the holy realm.

At the same time, he was more eager to break through to a higher level and gain the power to compete with the creatures in the holy realm.

"Ao!"? Hei** Shadow and the Lord of the Zhuguang Pavilion flew out at the same time, punching a fist mark, piercing through layers of ghost energy, and trying to kill the Blood Moon Ghost King.

"A mere saint in the lower realm dares to attack me?"

The Blood Moon Ghost King's eyes were cold and very arrogant. He stretched out his left hand and gently raised it, and the surging aura of death rose rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, with a wave of his arm, a ghost hand that was dozens of feet long was slapped out.

"Bang."

The black shadow, dozens of feet tall, screamed and shattered into a black magic mist.

The head of Zhuguang Pavilion flew backwards, and shocking blood patterns broke out from his body.

If the Blood Moon Ghost King is a little stronger, his holy body may have been broken into pieces.

With a casual blow, a master of the Zhuguang Pavilion was seriously injured. All the monks present in the Demon Cult took a breath of cold air.

In the black market, the dominant figures of major forces also closely monitor the battles in Zhuguang Pavilion.

The powerful combat power displayed by the Blood Moon Ghost King shocked them.

"Zhang Ruochen can actually get the protection of such a powerful ghost king. How big is the world, where can I go?"

"No wonder he dared to challenge the Demon Cult alone. It turned out that he had found a backer."

Kong Hongbi and the monks from Mingtang stood on the top of a tower, watching the direction of Zhuguang Pavilion.

"Why did Zhang Ruochen get involved? Where is Gu Linfeng? Where is Murong Yue?"

Kong Hongbi frowned, feeling his thoughts in a mess, and he couldn't guess what happened?

The Saint General of Guigu was slightly moved and said, "It is really extraordinary that Gu Linfeng and Zhang Ruochen fought for a woman at the same time. The identity of Beauty Shi is probably not simple." Yan Xu Shengzong nodded and said, "Gu Linfeng is a lustful person. It's easy to understand that he will do that. However, Zhang Ruochen is a very smart person. It is impossible to give up a fiancé with a realm and compete for a Beauty Shi."

Kong Hongbi smiled coldly: "As long as you capture Mei Mei, are you afraid that you will not be able to find out the secrets on her?"

The Holy General of Guigu looked at the cold ghost spirit above his head, and was a little worried, saying, "The cultivation of that Ghost King is unfathomable. If he provoked her, it may not be a good thing for us."

"You guys underestimate the Moon-Worshiping Demon Cult."

Kong Hongbi's face showed a look of disdain and said, "As far as I know, a big figure from the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect is now in Zhuguang Pavilion. As long as she takes action, it will be enough to suppress that ghost king. Without the protection of the ghost king, can Zhang Ruochen still protect the beauty Shi?"

In the direction of Zhuguang Pavilion, a woman in a veiled palace dress walked out of the darkness to help the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion resolve the attack of the Blood Moon Ghost King.

The Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion was pale, and his holy body was like ceramics, full of blood-red cracks, and was already in pieces.

He suppressed the serious injuries on his body and immediately bowed to the woman in the palace dress, "Thank you for your life-saving kindness of the Deputy Palace Master."

The woman in the palace dress looked very cold and ignored the Lord of Zhuguang Pavilion. Her pair of beautiful eyes stared at the Blood Moon Ghost King.

The Blood Moon Ghost King's expression became even colder and looked at her.

"Chichi."

The space between a person and a ghost condenses dense rules of the holy path, intertwining like a spider web, and lightning and sparks emerge.

Without the protection of formations, the confrontation between two holy figures can destroy everything within a radius of thousands of miles.

In the Zhuguang Pavilion, all the monks of the Demon Cult rushed behind the woman in the palace to seek shelter.

A solemn expression appeared on the Blood Moon Ghost King's face, no longer as relaxed and calm as before, and sent a voice to Zhang Ruochen, saying, "This person's cultivation is more than a hundred times deeper than the Lord of the Zhuguang Pavilion. I can help you block her. As for other cultivators, you can only deal with it yourself. Whether you can escape depends on your luck."

After saying this, the Blood Moon Ghost King closed his hands, and the crescent mark on his eyebrows emerged, releasing a crimson light of blood.

From a distance, it looks like a blood moon hanging in the air, completely reflecting the buildings in the black market into blood red.

"Boom."

A powerful wave of power was stacked layer by layer, bursting out with the Blood Moon Ghost King as the center and rushing in all directions.

In an instant, like a strong wind swept through fallen leaves, the entire Zhuguang Pavilion was destroyed, and all the buildings were turned into ruins.

One-third of the monks of the Demon Cult died.

In other words, two-thirds of the monks of the Demon Cult are able to save their lives by the women in the palace.

"Wow!"
Chapter completed!