Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 210 The one who resisted the rule, Zhang Ji
Thousands of miles outside the city, sand and rocks were flying, and the Rakshasa clan's unique cry of killing shook the sky. Four million Rakshasa marquis formed four million saints' military formations, each led by a leader who was in charge of a divine weapon.

In the center of the four battle formations, a temple was lifted up by the evil energy of Rakshasa, and thousands of rays of light dropped down, connecting it with the four battle formations.

Luo Qi sat in the center of the temple, looking through the open bronze door of the hall and landing on the Red Sky City lying between heaven and earth like a black giant beast.

She personally led an army to attack this city, destroy its orthodoxy and capture its people.

Today, the people defending the city have changed, but the outcome of the city's destruction has never changed.

"Lift the coffin."

Lingquan Shaojun at the gate of the temple held up the purple sacred mountain with one hand and held the black sky-opening ax with the other hand, shouting towards the Rakshasa army in front of the temple.

Three hundred Rakshasa Marquises roared in unison, lifted a thousand-foot-long white bone coffin from the ground, and threw it violently in the direction of Chikong City.

The white bones on the coffin are all the bones of the saints who died in the Seven Realms of Shatuo and the creatures of the ancestral spirit world. They were engraved with inscriptions, talismans, and formations by tens of thousands of spiritual saints of the Rakshasa tribe. Once thrown, Then a blazing bone-burning cold fire ignited, and the fire shone thousands of miles around, forming an invisible field.

The white bones are used as coffins and the corpses are used as sacrifices. This is the highest ritual before the Rakshasa army goes to war. The thousand-foot-long white bone coffin buries not only the enemy's body but also one's own soul.

Young Lord Lingquan slashed forward with the sky-opening ax in his hand, and roared angrily: "Up to this point, there are only Rakshasa in the ancestral spirit world. Today, all the monks in the heaven will be wiped out, and our clan's military might will last forever."

The wilderness outside Chikong City has long been reduced to a wasteland of black sand due to the battle of the strong men in the Holy Realm. The flags of the Rakshasa army were dancing, evil winds suddenly rose, and the black sand in the sky gathered into four sand rolls, like four angry dragons.

In Chikong City, the Golden-Eyed Ape King stretched out his palm and held the thousands-foot-high Wutong Sacred Tree in his hand, and held up the Yihuo Bronze City with his other hand.

The tree is the sacred body of Joe Ancestor, and the city is the warriors of Joe Ancestor.

The body of a giant tree and the wall of a giant city are just the right size in the hands of the Golden-Eyed Monkey King, and they can be used as weapons.

The golden-eyed ape emperor took a step forward and walked in the void. The power of the two great saints pressed across the void. The fragile space of the ancestral spirit world was trembling endlessly and was on the verge of collapse.

Zhang Ji stood above the Ape King, looking calmly at the huge white bone coffin that fell in front of Chikong City, and said loudly in the direction of the temple: "Thank you for the coffin."

Zhang Ji's blood robe fluttered in the black wind, and his long hair flew freely. Compared with the huge body of the golden-eyed ape emperor, he looked so small, but he was so eye-catching.

Luo Shuihan, Zhang Ruochen, Wan Zhaoyi, Lingyan Demon Concubine, Dongliu Sword Master, Fang Yi...

The top experts in the Seven Realms of Shatuo all stand behind Zhang Ji.

Ni Qing, Xiao Bai, Huntian, the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Dragon, the Bifan Heavenly King, the Suzaku Fairy and other barbaric beast races manifested their true bodies one by one, breathing cloud energy and gathering their fighting power.

Zhang Ji shot the merit book wall toward the sky. Under the blessing of the holy power, the merit book wall flew high into the sky, emitting a golden light of merit, like a golden sun, shining on the remaining land of the ancestral spirit world.

"Kunlun Zhangji, please report to the gods that the saints from the seven realms of Shatuo want to have a decisive battle with the Rakshasa tribe in the hell realm today. Regardless of life or death, all the saints are fighting for the heaven. Please allow the gods to allow me to record my merits and patrol the sky on this day. To remember the war achievements of all saints."

The saints from the seven realms of Shatuo all shouted loudly: "Please allow the gods to allow me to record the merits and deeds on the wall to patrol the sky today to record the battle achievements of the saints."

The holy thoughts and sounds of millions of saints were transmitted to the high heavens. Even the angel patrols outside the ancestral spirit world clearly heard this appeal, and everyone was shocked in their hearts.

Putting aside the internal fight and just seeking to fight with all the strength in the hell world, this has not happened on the battlefield of merit for a long time.

At the Merit Temple on the bank of the Tianhe River, God Yan, who presided over this Merit War, couldn't help but feel a little changed when he saw this scene.

The great saints and powerful men from the Seven Realms of Shatuo below have already returned from the merit war. At this moment, they all raised their heads and looked at the lights and shadows of the gods above.

The great sages of the Tianmu Realm and the Sword Hell Realm were particularly moved when they saw this scene. Both realms gained nothing from the merit war of gods. The difference in the merit values ​​obtained from the merit war of the great sage and the merit war of the holy king was not big. As a result, it can almost be determined which of the two realms will become a battlefield of merit.

The merit book wall patrolling the sky is equivalent to the gods supervising the battlefield. There is no need for the participants to collect the remaining souls and blood. This creates a battlefield environment without worries for the saints of the Seven Worlds of Shatuo who participate in the battle. They can just fight the enemy bravely without worrying about their comrades around them. Will stab you in the back.

The life and death of a world are all in the hands of one's own monks. This is the real fighting for oneself.

While Yan Shen was still hesitating, the mighty divine voice came out from the Temple of Merit first.

"allow!"

The divine voice spread all along the Tianhe River and followed the ancient holy road into the ancestral spirit world. The merit book wall seemed to be alive for an instant, monitoring the battlefield with spiritual thoughts.

Luo Ji stood up from the seat in the temple, slowly walked out of the hall, looked up at the golden wall of merit books, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to rely on this battle to arouse the blood of the monks in the Heavenly Realm? I didn't expect that even the gods of the Temple of Merit are so naive. The backbone of the Heavenly Realm in the Merit War, today, I will interrupt it again."

Next to Luo Yi stands a black-robed spiritual power saint king, holding a holy staff in his hand. He is the counselor beside Luo Yi and a priest of the Rakshasa tribe, named Ji Hua.

"Princess, attack the city?"

Ji Hua asked in a low voice.

"Siege the city!" Luo Yi simply gave the order without much thought.

Lingquan Shaojun, who was not far away, took a deep breath and shouted loudly towards the four-sided military formation: "Princess has an order, attack the city!"

Lingquan Shaojun struck out from the purple sacred mountain, wielded the black sky-opening ax, and took the lead without any compassion.

He is a person who can achieve the highest and perfect physique. Although he came here to pursue Luo Yi, on the battlefield, he is a general and a warrior. This kind of battlefield is for which every real warrior is passionate. destination.

A large array composed of millions of Rakshasa marquises blessed the purple sacred mountain with great power and blessed the holy body of Lingquan Shaojun. His true god's body ignited the raging pure fire of annihilation, and the black Rakshasa bone wings spread out. It is a hundred feet tall, and its body is covered with divine patterns.

It is the existence of divine patterns that allow his holy body to carry the power of the holy army for a short period of time, raising his cultivation to an invincible level.

The Sky-Opening Ax in the hand of Young Master Lingquan burst out with the full power of six radiances. The six rounds of black light were like six black scythes that seduced souls. Under the wielding of Young Master Lingquan, the God of Death, it was enough to harvest all saints and destroy all living beings.

Divine light surged in his holy eyes, fighting spirit rose like an angry dragon, and the ax pointed directly at Zhang Ji.

"Zhang Ji, do you dare to fight with me?"

In the Phoenix Nest, the purple sacred mountain blessed by the All Saints was defeated by Zhang Ji. This time, Lingquan Shaojun made a special trip back to Qianji Star to ask the gods to carve divine patterns and obtain the ancestral weapon Sky-Opening Axe. He would definitely be ashamed of it with blood.

The perfect power of the Six Glory is so powerful that it shakes the heaven and the earth. Just a little aftermath is enough to crush all the realm envoys in the Seven Realms of Shatuo into dust.Apart from Zhang Ji, who is in charge of the Great Saint War Corpse, who can stop him?

Zhang Ji stood with his sword in hand, his expression unchanged, and his gentle voice fell into everyone's ears.

"Who wants to fight with him?"

Wan Zhiyi holds the destiny talisman in his hand, wears the Azure Dragon Holy Armor, and is enveloped in the power of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, and is about to step out.

"He just leaves it to me."

Zhang Ruochen holds the Shen Yuan Sword, his white clothes are whiter than the snow, and his sword is soaring into the sky.

The Moon God has released the seal of the Qiankun Realm in his body. At this moment, under the blessing of the power of the Qiankun Realm, Zhang Ruochen's power is rising steadily, and a majestic holy image emerges behind him.

This is the holy form of the Fudo Ming King, the unparalleled offensive holy form that Zhang Ruochen condensed with the Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra.

The [-]-foot-high Fudo Ming King’s holy image towered like a mountain. He stepped forward to meet Lingquan Shaojun’s sky-opening ax and the purple sacred mountain. With just one blow, the holy mountain trembled. Lingquan Shaojun’s holy body also trembled, and the saint below The military battle formation instantly caused a lot of casualties.

Mu Lingxi looked worriedly at Zhang Ruochen's figure, manifesting the body of an ice phoenix. At the same time, Su Qingling from the Guanghan Realm also manifested the body of the nine-spirited divine bird. The two divine birds spread their wings, carrying the power of ice and fire. .

Su Qingling let out a long chant, "Monks from the Guanghan Realm, follow me to lend a helping hand to the gods."

Tens of thousands of saints from the Guanghan Realm were exaggerated by the atmosphere of the battlefield. Without any hesitation, they rushed out of the city, turned into a holy tide, and charged towards the Rakshasa army formation.

Zhang Ji used the sacred sycamore tree as a large banner, and condensed it into a battle flag with overwhelming fighting spirit. The battle flag swayed in the wind, and a holy figure almost as tall as the golden-eyed ape emperor stood in the sky and took over the battle flag.

"The one who carries the bag in heaven is Zhang Ji."

"All the saints in heaven, fight to the death with me today!"

In the center of Chikong City, the seven realms of the Kunlun Realm are marked with seven realm seals. The Holy Book Talented Girl is the leader, and the Nine Heavens Mysteries are united. They hold the Confucian Holy Book and gather the spiritual power of nearly [-] spiritual saints from the seven realms.

The Holy Book of Confucian Ancestor revived, and the holy dragon formed by the condensed three thousand righteousness moved towards the army outside the city, and violently impacted one of the military formations.

The seven world seals gathered the power of all the saints in the Kunlun world and blessed the bodies of the Lidi monk and Wan Zhiyi.

The heaven and earth suddenly resounded with the chanting of thousands of Buddhas and the roar of divine phoenixes.

The power of the Great Sage of the Buddha Emperor's golden body and the ice-fire phoenix was aroused at this moment to the extreme that both of them could bear.

"The dragon elephant reaches the sky!"

"The dragon elephant reaches the sky!"

The two of them used Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm No. 11 at the same time. Two divine dragons and two divine elephants, together with Haoran Zhengqi Changhe, attacked together.

This is the character of Kunlun Realm and the foundation of Kunlun Realm. The power of one realm can shake up an army.

Seeing that Guanghan Realm and Kunlun Realm used the power of the two realms, more than ten thousand saints resisted the two holy army formations, and the Rakshasa generals in front of the temple could not sit still.

The holy staff in Ji Hua's hand bloomed with the light of destiny, and his long hair flew into the sky.

"Princess, my lord, I will personally attack Chikong City."

After saying that, Ji Hua flew into a military formation. She was the Holy King of Spiritual Power and the Holy Master of Formation. She presided over the Rakshasa battle formation. Her power was not inferior to that of Lingquan Shaojun, who had used the divine pattern of the sacred mountain.

Zhang Ji's eyes fell on the five realm monks behind him. At this moment, he was the coach, and the coach was the general at this moment.

"Lingyan Demon Concubine, Yuanhun Realm Son, and Dongliu Sword Master, please lead the saints of the Great Demon Shifang Realm, Babu Realm, and Zifu Realm to fight against this formation."

The three of them, Lingyan Demon Concubine, are all members of the First Realm, and the strength of the Three Realms is far greater than that of the Kunlun Realm where Zhang Ji is located. However, at this moment, they did not shirk and accepted Zhang Ji's leadership.

The strength of one realm in Kunlun Realm can shake up an army. Under the leadership of Zhang Ruochen, the Guanghan Realm fights against Lingquan Shaojun and an army.

The two realms related to Zhang Ji have reached the extreme. No one can comment on Zhang Ji's arrangements. They have the most saints in the three realms and are the strongest. The total number of saints has reached one million, and they are not under the Rakshasa army. .

If they still don't dare to fight, what shame do they have as monks from the Three Realms.

"Leader!"

"Leader!"

"Leader!"

The three of them stepped out together, and millions of holy monks from the three realms swarmed out behind them. The ten directions of the Great Demon formed a demon formation, the eight tribes formed a Buddhist formation, and the purple mansion formed a Taoist sword formation.

Using the three world disciples as arrows, they penetrate directly into the Rakshasa clan formation led by Ji Hua.

Luo Yi stood at the entrance of the temple, overlooking the entire battlefield. Seeing that the three legions were restrained, she couldn't help but frown slightly. The combat power of the monks from the Seven Realms of Shatuo was somewhat beyond her expectation.

Especially the combat power of the divine envoy Zhang Ruochen from the Guanghan Realm and the monks from the Kunlun Realm.

She looked at Yang Qi aside and ordered: "Yang Qi, go and preside over the last military formation and defeat the remaining monks from the two realms as quickly as possible."

Yang Qi, dressed in silver armor and holy clothes, looked gentle and elegant. He smiled confidently at Luo Yi and said: "The number of saints in the Sword Hell Realm and Tianmu Realm is only more than 20. A million Rakshasa Marquis versus [-] Heavenly Saints, The advantage is mine, don’t worry, princess, let’s see me break through the monks from these two realms and destroy them.”

As Yang Qi entered the formation, the last Rakshasa military formation took the initiative to attack in the direction of Chikong City.

Zhang Ji looked at Luo Shuihan, Ni Qing, Lingyan Dharma King, Qiu Lin, Zhang Yuxi, Zhang Shaochu, Huntian, Yan Lixuan and took out the Nine Phoenix Cauldron and handed it to Luo Shuihan.

"Junior sister, I'll leave this to you for now."

(End of this chapter)