Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 237 One person breaks through the Yin Yang Palace

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Ji and A Le walked through the long street. The masks on their faces added a lot of mystery to them.

Baihua Palace is a majestic palace with gushing holy light. There are many monks from all walks of life in it. When you walk into the ashram, you will see colorful flowers blooming, making the entire ashram look like a paradise.

Soon, a Skyfire Demonic Butterfly came up to him, flapping its gorgeous wings, with a smile on its face.

"Two young gentlemen, welcome to Baihua Palace. I don't know what you two young gentlemen want to buy. We have various holy elixirs and sacred artifacts here, as well as Baihua Brewing, which is unique to Qianrui Realm."

"We are looking for someone, Zhang Ruochen." Zhang Ji replied calmly.

A trace of surprise suddenly flashed across Tianhuo Modie's face, "It turns out that I'm looking for Young Master Ruochen. Young Master Ruochen is in seclusion in the cave. Young Masters, please come with me."

In addition to selling various products, the Baihua Palace is the dojo of Mandala Flower God. Many monks will stay in the dojo and spend a lot of money to understand the Tao diagram left by Mandala Flower God. Qianrui Realm For this reason, many caves were opened for monks from all walks of life to live.

The cave where Zhang Ruochen is located is called Yanzi Cave. It looks like a small tower and is not too large in area.

As soon as he arrived outside the cave, Zhang Ji saw a familiar figure, Ling Feiyu from the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect.

Seeing someone approaching the Swallow Cave, Ling Feiyu instinctively became alert. Zhang Ji and Ling Feiyu had no friendship, but they had met each other several times. Seeing that he was so alert, he took off the mask on his face.

"It's you. I didn't expect you to come." Ling Feiyu's vigilance dissipated, and she naturally knew about Zhang Ruochen's invitation to Zhang Ji to help.

"Feiyu Sword Master can come. As the elder brother of the ninth brother, he invites me when he is in trouble. How can I refuse?" Zhang Ji asked in return.

"Zhang Ruochen is a traitor in the Kunlun world, and you are the Tianwu King of the imperial court. Sometimes brotherhood is not so reliable, but you are here, which makes me think more highly of you.

I am different from you. I can come to the Heaven of Truth by virtue of the cultivation quota from the Guanghan Realm to enter the Heaven of Truth. Moreover, the Heavenly Kill Organization has sent a large number of killers to assassinate the saints in the Kunlun Realm these days. My father was also killed by the Heavenly Kill Organization. One of the killer emperors was seriously injured. The leader behind this can only be the Heaven Realm faction.

The Yin and Yang Realm, the Dark Demon Realm, and the All Evil Realm that occupy the Moon God dojo are all pawns of the Heaven Realm faction. They are both public and private. It is reasonable for me to come here. "

Seeing Ling Feiyu's face full of murderous intent, Zhang Ji understood that Luo Shuihan had also told Zhang Ji about the assassination of the Kunlun monks by the Heavenly Slaughter Organization.

A large number of killers from the Heavenly Killing Organization sneaked into the Shatuo Heavenly Territory, which indeed caused a lot of casualties to the Kunlun Realm. Fortunately, Queen Chi Yao took action angrily and killed a large number of Killing Kings and Killing Emperors before the Heavenly Killing Organization retreated. Instead, assassins from the holy and semi-holy levels were sent to assassinate him.

The main target to be dealt with was the monks related to Zhang Ruochen. As for the people around Zhang Ji, perhaps because of the uncertain factor of Murong Fuji, the Heavenly Killing Organization did not organize special assassinations. Of course, those at the Holy King level Without the killer, it would be difficult to deal with Luo Shuihan and the others, not to mention that now they are all in the Realm of Truth.

"Myna."

A familiar voice came from the Swallow Cave, and Zhang Ruochen walked out of it dressed in white, with a bit of exhaustion on his face.

The Skyfire Demon Butterfly took the initiative to retreat, and the four of them entered the Swallow Cave together, only to find that there was another person in the Swallow Cave.

She is a stunningly beautiful woman, whose beauty is not inferior to that of Fairy Cihang and Feng Xi.

"Bago, this is Baihua Fairy Ji Fanxin from Qianrui Realm. I have reached an agreement with Baihua Fairy. She is willing to help me attack Yin Yang Palace."

Ji Fanxin said with a faint smile: "The name of the Heavenly Martial King of Kunlun Realm is known to everyone in the Realm of Truth these days. No one knows it. I can see you today, and Fanxin is polite."

Zhang Ji took a look at Ji Fanxin and felt that the woman in front of him was transcendent and even more ethereal than Buddhist cultivators like Fairy Cihang. She was indeed a person with astonishing background.

"No matter how famous Zhang Ji is, it can't compare to Baihua Fairy's reputation that has spread throughout the world."

Ji Fanxin just smiled lightly and looked at Zhang Ruochen, "Zhang Ruochen, I'm leaving first. When we attack the Yin Yang Palace, I will take action secretly."

After Givenchy left, Zhang Jicai and Zhang Ruochen sat together.

Zhang Ruochen did not have the time acceleration of Wang Fosha's building, so he could only rely on the space-time crystal, and his cultivation was still at the level of a half-step holy king.

But in the special place of the Realm of Truth, a dojo that can open up the field of equality for all living beings, the deterrent power that Zhang Ruochen, a half-step saint king, can bring exceeds that of many powerful five-step saint kings.

"Bago, I was entrusted by the Moon God to help the Guanghan Realm and regain all the dojos in the Realm of Truth. However, with my own strength, even with the help of the Ling Palace Master, I am still far behind the giant Yin Yang Palace. Far.

My original intention was to expel the monks from the Yin and Yang Realm, the Dark Demon Realm and the All Evil Realm from the Moon God Dojo, but the Heaven Realm faction sent killers to hunt down my relatives and friends. Today, news was released that the second senior brother, Bai Su and Shengming cut off the heads of seventeen saints from the Central Empire and brought them to the Yin Yang Palace. Starting tomorrow, their heads will be hung outside the Yin Yang Palace.

They have touched my reverse scale. If I don’t kill all the monks from the three realms in the Yin and Yang Palace, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in my heart. It is absolutely impossible to accomplish this matter with my own strength. As a last resort, I can only ask Su Qingling to pass the message to you on my behalf. Please help me, Brother Batsu. "

Zhang Ji also had a cold look in his eyes. When he left the Blood God Dojo and rushed to Tiandu Holy City, the news had not yet reached the ears of everyone in the Kunlun world.

Bai Su, Zhu Hongtao and others are Zhang Ruochen's relatives and friends, and they are also monks in the Kunlun world. Although Zhang Ji went to Lingguan Hall, he still recognized his identity as a monk in the Kunlun world.

He has no feelings for the ministers of the Shengming Central Empire, but he is the master of the Eastern Region Holy Court. Zhu Hongtao is the saint of the Eastern Region Holy Court. He cut off the heads of the saints of the Holy Court and hung them outside the gate of the Yin and Yang Palace. , even without Zhang Ruochen's invitation, Zhang Ji would never have been able to sit idly by.

"They really deserve to die. Ninth Brother, what are your plans? What do you need me to do? But it doesn't matter. After all, the Moon God Dojo is the dojo of the Guanghan Realm. I don't have the status of a monk in the Guanghan Realm. I can use my hands to restrain too many people." , the main force in this battle still depends on you."

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The Yin and Yang Palace is filled with masters from the Yin and Yang Realm, the Black Demon Realm, and the All Evil Realm. There is also a Jingwei Sky Network array outside the hall for defense. I have no good solution but to attack by force."

Attacking by force is undoubtedly the stupidest choice. The Yin and Yang Realm is one of the top 500 powerful realms, much more powerful than the Black Demon Realm. There are three strong men who are not inferior to Qiong Lin, namely King Yan, Empress Lian and Xie Chengzi. If Zhang Ji hadn't killed Qiong Lin in the Blood God Dojo, the power in the Yin Yang Temple would have been even stronger.

But those seventeen saint heads had obviously disturbed Zhang Ruochen's heart and prevented him from making a wiser decision.

Zhang Ji fell into silence for a long time, "When will we do it?"

"Xiao Hei is refining the formation flag. It will be done tonight, and I will start tomorrow at dawn.

Although the Second Senior Brother and the others were decapitated, their holy souls are still there and are not completely dead. As long as their heads are taken back, there is still a possibility of saving them. "Zhang Ruochen said decisively, obviously not wanting to wait any longer. If you wait one more day, the possibility of Zhu Hongtao and the seventeen others being rescued becomes smaller. Being willing to wait until tomorrow to take action is the limit of what Zhang Ruochen can do rationally.

When Zhang Ji saw this, he didn't say anything to stop him. He just said: "I want to borrow your swallow cave to retreat for one night, and we will do it together tomorrow."

"it is good."

The two people looked at each other. Over the years, they have risen from humble beginnings. They have also supported each other. Needless to say at this moment, Zhang Ruochen will send a message to Zhang Ji, and he is sure that Zhang Ji will help. This is a kind of trust and a kind of friendship.

Zhang Ji has lived up to Zhang Ruochen's trust. After so many years, the two have become brothers in name and have the inner feelings of brothers.

Zhang Ji asked himself that he was not an absolutely rational person. He also had a passionate heart and hot blood surging in his body.

Zhang Ruochen gave Zhang Ji the secret training room in Yanzi Cave, and went to contact Xiao Hei himself.

In the secret room, Zhang Ji took out the golden bone that Cursed Crow had given him not long ago. The bone was no more than the thickness of a finger, hollow, and both ends were sealed by holy power.

Zhang Ji dispersed the holy power at both ends and pulled out a roll of golden paper from the hollow bone. Zhang Ji picked it up carefully and opened it. It was a small gold foil with several lines of text written on it. Zhang Ji couldn't help but frown after reading it.

The Divine Fire of Purification ignited from his hand, burning the gold foil completely, temporarily calming the emotional fluctuations caused by the information on the gold foil. Zhang Ji looked at the golden bones in his hand with burning eyes.

This bone looks like a bird's leg bone. It is pure gold in color and contains a faint divine power that is almost undetectable.

It was this bone that made the goddess of Yanyang Civilization stop and want to buy it, and also made the sun god in Zhang Ji feel eager.

Each of the eleven gods is extremely extraordinary. The god Rahu was attracted by the stone carvings of the Heavenly Demon, the god Yuebo was attracted by the blood god picture, the god Taiyin was attracted by Luo Shui, and the god Fire Phoenix was also attracted by the supreme ice fire phoenix. Inspired by the Great Holy Land.

Just a piece of bone can arouse the desire of the sun god. This is something that even the ice and fire phoenix cannot do. The origin of this bone must come from a certain god.

Using the golden bone in his hand as a guide, Zhang Ji began to try to mobilize the power of the sun god in his body. The pure sun power seeped out bit by bit from the depths of his body. In the empty training chamber, a golden flame appeared. This was the sun's divine fire. The leader among flames can only be mastered by the legendary pure-blooded Golden Crow. It is the inherited divine fire of the Yan Yang Civilization among the ancient civilization factions.

Many monks practicing in the Baihua Palace felt that the temperature of the entire Baihua Palace had increased a lot. Many male monks with strong yang energy only felt that the yang fire in their bodies was burning and wanted to devour themselves, so they had no choice but to withdraw from the Baihua Palace. .

The most powerful person in Baihua Palace, Yao Jue King, walked out of his training cave in shock and walked towards the Swallow Cave. The closer to the Swallow Cave, the higher the temperature between heaven and earth. Obviously, there is the entire Baihua Cave. The source of palace abnormalities.

Zhang Ruochen, A Le, and Ling Feiyu were guarding outside the Swallow Cave, and they naturally felt the changes, especially Zhang Ruochen. He had practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm to eleven palms, which was close to the state of Dacheng. The yang energy in his body was close to 100,000 times that of an ordinary person. , under the influence of the sun fire, his eyes were bloodshot and very uncomfortable.

Inadvertently looking at Ling Feiyu's swan-like slender and white neck, his Yang Qi showed signs of losing control. He immediately closed his eyes and did not dare to look again.

"I haven't integrated the memories of the seventh life of the Seven Lives and Seven Deaths. I just take this opportunity to integrate them. My swordsmanship should be improved a lot."

Before King Yao Jue reached the Swallow Cave, he was stopped by Ji Fanxin.

"Girl, what does this mean? There was a change in the Swallow Cave, was it Zhang Ruochen who caused it?"

Ji Fanxin looked in the direction of Yanzi Cave, but shook his head: "It wasn't Zhang Ruochen who caused it, it was another person. You don't have to go and check. Tell the monks in Baihua Palace that I am practicing a special skill." The holy technique will temporarily affect the entire Baihua Palace, and Baihua Palace will return to normal after one day."

Although King Yao Jue has a high level of cultivation, Ji Fanxin has a special status in the Qianrui Realm. He is a disciple of the Mandala Flower God and the real master of the Hundred Flowers Palace.

"Yes, girl, I will appease the other monks right now, but do I need to temporarily close the Baihua Palace?"

"No need. If you pay too much attention, it will easily reveal your flaws. For the talismans that Zhang Ruochen wants, I will give him 50% more on the original basis. The required holy stones will be recorded on my head."

Although King Yao Jue was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions. Ji Fanxin naturally had her reasons for doing this.

Zhang Ji in the secret room has been completely enveloped by the golden sun fire. The domineering power of the sun fire was beyond his expectation. Compared with the pure annihilating fire at the level of minister's flame in his body, it was like a minister meeting a king, low. As a child, he lost the power of the divine fire.

The golden bones gradually showed signs of melting under the burning of the sun's divine fire, and turned into drop after drop of the sun's divine liquid, which was refined by Zhang Ji. Each drop of the divine liquid refined would make the rules of the Yang attribute in Zhang Ji's body Nearly a thousand channels added.

The Ji Dao Forbidden Destruction was also activated, condensing the Sun Divine Fire into the Sun Dao Talisman, and trying to integrate it into the Forbidden Destruction Rune.

The golden bones were only a small part melted, and Zhang Ji had successfully mastered the power of the sun god.

At the moment when the Sun Dao Talisman was integrated into the Forbidden Destruction Talisman, a vast ancient will was revived in the remaining golden bones.

"The sun has returned, where is the emperor?"

The sound of vicissitudes of life exploded in Zhang Ji's consciousness, and the sound was like the murmur of an ancient god that spanned eternity.

Outside the Baihua Palace, a black owl walked in with steps like a penguin. It was strange to see that the dojo was deserted.

He walked to the door of Yanzi Cave and saw Zhang Ruochen sitting cross-legged, with Yang Qi steaming all over his body, so he stepped forward to wake him up.

"Hey, Zhang Ruochen, why are you here? Who is in the Swallow Cave? How come there is such a hot flame breath? I have already refined the formation flag. When should we start?"

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes, and the bloodshot eyes caused by the surging Yang Qi had not yet dissipated. He looked at Xiao Hei in front of him, then turned to look at Ling Feiyu, his eyes a little complicated for a moment.

"It's Brother Ba who is in seclusion inside, perhaps practicing a special holy art. Once he comes out of seclusion, we will attack the Yin Yang Palace and rescue Second Senior Brother and the others."

Xiao Hei was a little surprised and said in disbelief: "How could this breath be caused by Zhang Ji? It is clearly the breath of a god. Could it be said that he has received the inheritance of a god?" Golden light came out.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Ji immediately spoke out and said: "Even if Bago has received the inheritance from God, you can't try to take advantage of him, otherwise you will be happy."

Xiao Hei smiled disdainfully, obviously not taking Zhang Ruochen's words to heart.

"Depending on the situation, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out for a while. Zhang Ruochen, are you sure you want to wait for him? When I came, the monks from the Yin Yang Temple were beating the heads of the seventeen saints in Kunlun Realm with their holy whips. The wails of the holy souls are endless, and they may not be able to hold on for long."

Zhang Ruochen's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard this. His inner instinct was not to wait for a moment longer, but he finally invited Zhang Ji as a strong support. Based on Zhang Ruochen's understanding of Zhang Ji, if it was not a last resort, the other party would never be there. I chose to retreat at this special moment. Even if I retreat, I will definitely be able to get out in time, but now...

Ling Feiyu raised her eyebrows and held the Heavenly Burial Sword in her hand, saying, "We won't wait until he comes. Who knows when he will come out of seclusion? Is he afraid of those in the Yin Yang Palace? Zhang Ruochen, I will accompany you."

"Ba Ge is definitely not the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. If he was afraid, he would not come to Baihua Palace or Tiandu Holy City."

"If we wait any longer, all seventeen people from the Kunlun Realm will die in front of the Yin Yang Palace."

Zhang Ruochen didn't know how to refute for a moment, but at this moment, an extremely powerful wave of cultivation came out from the Yanzi Cave, which was extremely strong.

Several people hurriedly turned around to look, and saw a figure wrapped in golden divine flames slowly walking out of the cave.

The outline of the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints can be vaguely seen on the golden figure, and a hundred saint shadows were driven by it to reach the level of a half-step Saint King. This is the limit of the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints. Only the top ten blood emperors at the time can Only the powerful at this level can push the Blood Armor of Hundred Saints to the perfect level.

In other words, the cultivation level of the person in front of him has at least reached the level of the Holy King.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on the gloves on the hands of Jin Yan. The gloves originally belonged to Qiu Yuwutong and were called Vulcan gloves. They were part of the Vulcan armor left by the legendary ancient god Vulcan in the Kunlun world.

After Zhang Ji killed Qiu Yu, the Vulcan Gloves fell into his hands.

The eyes of Jin Yan's figure met Zhang Ruochen's. Through the barrier of the flames, Zhang Ruochen was sure that the person in front of him was still Zhang Ji.

"Bago, what's going on? Your aura is so powerful."

Zhang Ji felt the aura of the sun surging in his body like a constant sun. He raised his hands and feet as if he had transformed into a pure-blooded golden crow beast, which could burn the sky with a single thought.

"I'll explain my state later. Now it's time to attack the Luna Dojo."

After Zhang Ji finished speaking, he walked towards the outside of Baihua Palace. Golden flames wrapped his body. The shadows of a hundred half-step saint kings roared in the flames, setting off the figures in the flames, like a flame monarch walking in the sky. world.

King Yao Jue and Ji Fanxin felt the aura immediately, appeared in the dojo, and looked at the figure walking out of Baihua Palace.

"This, such a powerful aura, this aura of the sun's divine fire, could that figure just now be the Emperor of Yanyang, or one of the Twin Kings of Jinyang?"

Although King Yao Jue knew that the helper Zhang Ruochen had found was Zhang Ji, he would not think that the figure that frightened him would be Zhang Ji. After all, Zhang Ji was at most a low-level holy king, and that figure The aura on his body may not be comparable to that of a weaker Great Sage.

"Is Zhang Ruochen actually related to Yan Yang Civilization? Or is there also a grudge between Yan Yang Civilization and Yin Yang Palace? Girl, what should we do?"

Ji Fanxin narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that Zhang Ruochen and others had already left the Baihua Palace. He immediately said: "Let's follow him. With the cultivation he has shown, there is no enemy in the Yin and Yang Palace."

As soon as Zhang Ji walked out of the Baihua Palace, without the formation covering the aura outside the Baihua Palace, the monks in the entire Tiandu Holy City felt this strong and yang aura for the first time.

In the Yin and Yang Hall, Shang Ziyan wore a five-color divine feather crown on his head, with a face like a crown of jade, followed by a wood soul girl, an earth soul girl, and a fire soul girl. Each one of them had a beautiful appearance and great strength.

The leaders of the Yin and Yang Realm, Empress Lian, King Yan, and Xie Chengzi, the leader of the Wanxie Realm, all stood below. Their status was obviously one level lower than Shang Ziyan. The other monks of the three realms stood neatly and did not dare to make any disrespectful moves.

Only the demonic man sitting next to Shang Ziyan, dressed in black robes and with a magic sword hanging from his waist, sat upright, sitting on an equal footing with Shang Ziyan.

The aura of Zhiyang spread to the Yin and Yang Palace, Shang Ziyan frowned, and the demonic man in black robe suddenly opened his eyes.

"What a powerful aura." This man in black robe is Mo Sheng, the first person under the Great Sage of the Dark Demon Realm.

Saint Mo probed out his holy thoughts and felt that the aura of the Supreme Sun was approaching the Yin-Yang Palace. He asked with some confusion: "Who is he and why is he rushing towards the Yin-Yang Palace? Ziyan, didn't you say that Zhang Jihui from Kunlun Realm and Zhang Ruochen came together to attack the Yin-Yang Palace, and I came to take charge of the Yin-Yang Palace.

How come there is such a powerful enemy now? Have you made enemies with the monks from Yanyang Civilization? "

Faced with Mo Sheng's doubts, Shang Ziyan was also very confused. According to his intelligence, Zhang Ruochen clearly had no connection with Yanyang Civilization, but this strong man with the pure aura of the sun's divine fire clearly had the murderous intention in his body. It is coming towards the Yin Yang Palace.

"King Mo Sheng, I have never offended a monk from Yanyang Civilization. This person's aura is very strange. He is neither the Emperor of Yanyang nor the Twin Kings of Jinyang. Maybe there is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Mo Sheng looked a little ugly.

"Zi Yan, I am here to avenge Qiong Lin and to save the face of the Black Demon Realm. I am not a thug. If there is a next time, I will not take action again."

After Mo Sheng said coldly, he stood up and walked towards the outside of Yin Yang Palace. His body exuded overwhelming demonic power, which made all the monks present tremble. Even Shang Ziyan's face turned pale for a moment.

Although he is the leader of the new generation of Merit Temple, he is still young and his cultivation is far behind that of veteran strong men like Mo Sheng. If Qiong Lin were here, he would still give him face, but Mo Sheng, obviously He was not placed on equal footing.

"Who is it?"

The Yin Yang Palace and the Baihua Palace are not far apart. They are on a long street, one at this end and the other at that end.

Zhang Ji stepped forward unhurriedly, and the sun's divine fire burned away the early morning mist, causing the major holy shops and monasteries along the streets to alertly activate their defensive formations.

At the entrance of one of the dojos, the dragon-headed man of Yanyang Civilization and the golden-feathered girl looked at each other.

"Princess, this seems to be the master of our Yanyang Civilization?"

The golden feather girl carefully looked at the figure walking away along the long street, and felt that the golden crow blood in her body was about to start burning.

"He has the purest and most noble royal blood of the Golden Crow Divine Clan flowing through his body. Even the Emperor and the Twin Kings don't feel as pure as his blood to me, but why have I never heard of such a person before.

Could it be that he was a genius who came out of the legendary ancestral world? "

The dragon-headed man was shocked when he heard this. The Golden Feather Girl was very special in the Yanyang Civilization. She had an extremely keen sense of the Golden Crow Divine Blood and could never go wrong.

A golden crow god-blood prodigy who is more pure than the Yanyang Emperor and the Jinyang Twin Kings is definitely a great event for the Yanyang civilization.

"Princess, his target seems to be the Yin Yang Palace. I heard that Mo Sheng left the Black Heart Demon Cave yesterday and may be in the Yin Yang Palace now. Do we want to help?" The golden-feathered girl looked up at the dragon head that was two heads above her. The big man asked, "Can you beat Mo Sheng?"

"Can't beat..."

"Then let's take a look first."

Outside the Yin and Yang Palace, there is a strong aura of demonic energy. The Jingwei Sky Network Formation has been fully activated. A powerful enemy is coming. However, no one cares about the seventeen heads hanging at the entrance of the hall at this moment.

Mo Sheng is holding a six-foot magic sword, standing like a magic moon outside the Yin and Yang Palace. His eyes are like abyss, looking at the approaching figure of Jin Yan.

"This is the Yin Yang Palace, my holy shop in the Dark Demon Realm. Your Excellency, please stop. If we go any further, I will take action."

Zhang Ji stopped when he heard the words and tried hard to control the golden crow's divine power in his body. In his palm, the golden divine bone was still burning at this moment.

It is precisely because of this divine bone that he can now explode with such powerful power.

The ancient residual thoughts that appeared in the divine bones were integrated into the Forbidden Destruction Talisman together with the Sun Tao Talisman. The residual thoughts were taken away by the Emperor character in the talisman, and there were many things in Zhang Ji's mind. A secret method was developed, called borrowing the way.

Using the divine bone in the hand as a medium to borrow the power of the owner of the divine bone is somewhat similar to how an envoy mobilizes the power of the gods, but it is very different.

The method of borrowing the Tao has great limitations, and various conditions need to be met before it can be borrowed. Because the residual thoughts taken away by the Forbidden Emperor's Word, the golden divine bone obviously meets this condition.

The source of Zhang Ji's strength at this moment is the burning golden divine bone. Before the divine bone burns out, he can explode with combat power that far exceeds his own cultivation level.

Looking at Mo Sheng in front of him, Zhang Ji frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that there was such a master sitting in the Yin Yang Palace.

It seems that after he killed Qiong Lin, there was no leader-level figure in the Dark Demon Realm to sit in the Yin Yang Palace, but he invited Mo Sheng here.

However, Mo Sheng didn't seem to recognize his true identity. That's right, he had just mastered the power of the Sun Golden Crow God, and borrowed the power of the golden divine bone. The owner of this golden divine bone must be an ancient Golden Crow, otherwise it would not be so consistent with the Sun Golden Crow God.

Under the blazing sun fire, not to mention Mo Sheng, even Zhang Ruochen wouldn't be able to recognize Zhang Jizhen if he really wanted to hide his identity.

"I am here to settle my grudges with Shang Ziyan. It has nothing to do with you. Let him come out to see me."

Zhang Ji's tone was extremely domineering, and he didn't take Mo Sheng seriously at all.

When Mo Sheng heard this, he was angry, but he was not angry at Zhang Ji's tone, but angry that the person in front of him was really the enemy provoked by Shang Ziyan, and he was using himself as a shield.

Shang Ziyan in the Yin and Yang Temple did not show up. He is the leader of the Temple of Merit. To deal with things like the Kunlun Realm, the Yin and Yang Realm, the Black Demon Realm, and the Wanxie Realm can do this because they are already notorious and have made These things make sense.

But the Temple of Merit has a positive image in the eyes of monks from all walks of life. It is a person who upholds justice. How can the leader of the Temple of Merit be involved in such a thing.

Empress Lian, King Yan, and Xie Chengzi all looked at Shang Zixuan, obviously thinking that Shang Zixuan had pulled the Yin Yang Palace into his shield.

Shang Ziyan was angry, but he did not defend himself. The facts were right in front of him. No matter how he tried to defend himself, these guys in front of him would not believe him.

"Who is killing me?"

Mo Sheng suppressed the anger in his heart and replied as calmly as possible: "This is the Yin and Yang Palace. There are only monks from the Yin and Yang Realm, the Black Demon Realm and the All Evil Realm. Where did Shang Ziyan come from? You may have found the wrong place."

Zhang Ji simply pretended to do it to the end, planting a thorn in the hearts of Shang Ziyan and the monks from the Three Realms.

"I have a deep hatred for Shang Ziyan. No one can stop me. Anyone who stands in my way will die."

The true fire of the sun condensed into a red golden divine crow, melting the ground of Tiandu Holy City. The divine crow spread its wings and attacked Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng felt the extremely rich aura of divine power from Shenwu's body, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly urged the magic knife in his hand to meet it.

The magic sword in his hand is an ancient artifact relic of the gods, which also contains divine power, but it pales in comparison to the divine power carried by the Shenwu.

As soon as the magic knife collided with Shenwu, the scattered sun fire ignited the black robe on Mo Sheng's body, revealing the demon-swallowing holy armor under the black robe.

The monks from the Three Realms who presided over the formation in the Jingwei Tianwang Formation, even though they were separated by the formation, their flesh and blood were ignited by the sun's divine fire, and they were soon burned to death.

This was because Zhang Ji controlled his power and deliberately spared their lives. Mo Sheng couldn't see through his identity, but it didn't mean that the gods in the Temple of Truth couldn't see through Zhang Ji's identity. After all, this was the dojo of the Moon God, and only Guang Han Only monks in the world can kill without being punished, and he didn't want to leave any clue.

Mo Sheng lost the fight with one blow. On one side, he was extremely jealous of the person in front of him, and on the other side, he hated Shang Ziyan with itch.

The powerful enemy in front of him was clearly not coming towards the Dark Demon Realm, but towards Shang Ziyan.

"This person is able to control such powerful divine power. It seems that he has not yet used the ancient artifacts. With such powerful divine power in his body, he could be the descendant of a certain god-king and deity from the Yanyang Civilization."

Children of gods are also divided into strong and weak ones. Those whose mothers are gods are better than those whose fathers are gods but whose mothers are not gods. Moreover, the stronger the parents are, the more powerful the sons and daughters of gods are. In Mo Sheng's opinion, the amount of divine power possessed by the person in front of him, and the powerful divine power in his body, exceeded that of any son or goddess he had ever seen.

Definitely not a descendant of ordinary gods, he must be a strong man in the realm of gods.

The person behind him may not be able to offend the entire Dark Demon World.

But behind Shang Ziyan is the Temple of Merit and Virtue, Shangqiu of the Heaven Realm, which cannot be offended by the Dark Demon Realm either.

After defeating Mo Sheng with one blow, Zhang Ji was also surprised by his own combat power. This method of borrowing the Tao was really magical. If it weren't for the limited strength of his physical body, the power he could unleash would be even more powerful.

"You are doing well if you can take my blow. Let me go in and search. If Shang Ziyan is not here, I will retreat."

Saying that, he struck again, Shenwu roared, carrying the power of hundreds of half-step saint kings, and blasted towards Mo Sheng.

The power of this blow was much more powerful than the previous one. Mo Sheng did not dare to take it head-on and used his body and holy skills to avoid it.

The Jingwei Skynet formation behind him resisted the blow, and even the top eighth-level formation was shattered by the bombardment.

The monks from the Three Realms who had been guarding the formation had already fled into the dojo, leaving only the seventeen heads of the saints from the Kunlun Realm hanging there.

The sun god fire rolled in, and the seventeen Kunlun world saints all showed relieved smiles. It was better to die like this than to be tortured all the time.

Under the flames, a wave of space swept away the seventeen heads. When the flames dissipated, the seventeen heads had long since disappeared, as if they had been burned clean.

Mo Sheng did not suspect anything. Even he had to rely on the Demon-Swallowing Armor to resist the Sun Fire that Zhang Ji unleashed. How could there be any residue left behind when several saints were enveloped in it?

"Your Excellency, please don't bully others too much. Although the Black Demon Realm is not as good as the Yan Yang Civilization, more than a dozen big worlds such as the Yin Yang Realm and the Wan Xie Realm are our allies in the Dark Demon Realm. Does the Yan Yang Civilization really want to make so many enemies?"

"What a loud tone. You dare to threaten my monks from the Yanyang Civilization, King Mo. How about you ask the gods of the Dark Demon Realm and the dozens of big worlds you talk about if they dare to be enemies of the Yanyang Civilization."

Qingli's childish voice came from behind Zhang Ji, and the bright and civilized golden-feathered girl walked along the long street accompanied by the dragon-headed man.

When Mo Sheng saw the golden feather girl, he realized that he had made a mistake and immediately felt troubled.

"Princess Huangling is serious. Sheng Mo is just impatient. The Black Demon Realm has no intention of becoming an enemy of Yanyang Civilization."

Zhang Ji never expected that this golden feather girl would speak out to help him, and she seemed to regard him as a monk of Yanyang Civilization.

Seeing that Mo Sheng's clothes were soft, Princess Huangling looked at Zhang Ji and asked in a low voice: "Senior, what kind of grudge do you have with Shang Zixan? If you do this, you will offend the three great world monks in the Yin and Yang Palace. ”

Zhang Ji turned to look at Princess Huangling and the big man with the dragon head. When he saw the two looking at him nervously, his heart changed and he said in an angry tone: "I have a mortal enemy with Shang Zixan. In the Yin and Yang Palace, It’s not like we dominate the world, so you two are still afraid, so retreat quickly, don’t lose the face of our Yangyang civilization here.”

The two of them were scolded by Zhang Ji, and they were even more convinced of Zhang Ji's identity.

Princess Huangling's cheeks turned red after being scolded. She was still young, and this was her first time traveling to the Realm of Truth. She was used to being scolded by her elders at home. Zhang Ji's eyes and tone at the moment were just like those of the elders at home. It's exactly the same.

The big man with the dragon head stood up straight. Although he was a monk from the Yanyang Civilization, he did not belong to the Yanyang Clan, but was a slave of the Yanyang Civilization. He was scolded more often.

When Saint Mo saw this situation, he secretly complained in his heart. Neither the heaven world nor the Yanyang civilization could afford to offend either one. They could not be beaten again and again. Even the goddess Princess Huangling did not dare to refute the genius of the Yanyang tribe. She was definitely not an ordinary god. His son might be the illegitimate son of Yanyang God.

"Your Excellency, Shang Ziyan is really not in the Yin Yang Palace. You must have misunderstood."

Zhang Ji was completely absorbed in the drama, as if he really had a deep hatred for Shang Ziyan and had completely lost his mind. He did not listen to Mo Sheng's words at all.

The sun fire all over his body burned the void into distortion, and within ten feet, even the Holy King who came near would be burned into nothingness.

Zhang Ji used his holy energy and roared towards the Yin Yang Palace, "Shang Zixuan, today is the day you die."

The sun god and the forbidden method of borrowing the path were used at the same time. Zhang Ji's whole body changed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a three-legged golden crow bird with a wingspan of nine feet and nine feet. It carried the sun's divine fire and headed straight towards Yin and Yang. Rushed into the palace.

The Jingwei Skynet Formation had been destroyed by his previous attack, and now he was flying straight in with the flutter of his wings.

Mo Sheng used all his strength to use the magic knife in his hand and the demon-swallowing armor on his body to block the path of the three-legged Golden Crow.

This is not the first time Zhang Ji has transformed into the Golden Crow. The last time he transformed into the Golden Crow was in the world of chaos, together with Luo Shuihan, as the opening god.

Seeing Mo Sheng standing in front of him, Golden Crow stretched out his third claw, and slapped Mo Sheng's body with one claw. With one blow, Mo Sheng was thrown far away, and his aura was suddenly greatly reduced, as if he had been severely injured. Generally, he quickly fled towards the foot of Tiandu Mountain.

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhang Ji's claw to severely damage Mo Sheng to the point where his breath was unstable. The other party just took advantage of this claw to escape. Sandwiched between Yanyang Civilization and Shang Ziyan, he was destined to be both inside and outside. Not a human being, pretending to be seriously injured to escape is the best option.

Princess Huangling and the dragon-headed man were speechless when they saw the golden crow that Zhang Ji had transformed into.

After a long time, after Zhang Ji had completely rushed into the Yin and Yang Palace, Princess Huangling murmured: "The Shenwu is nine feet tall, and its light shines for eternity. This is not the legendary innate body of our ancestor... How is this possible... "

Gradually, Princess Huangling's eyes flashed, "This senior must be the genius of the ancestral world. According to Father God, only Tianjun in the entire Yanyang civilization knows where the ancestral world is. So, isn't this senior the Tianjun?" Disciple!"

The dragon-headed Han Dynasty was shocked. Disciple Tianjun, this... is so scary!

Zhang Ji, who rushed into the Yin and Yang Palace, naturally didn't know Princess Huangling's random thoughts. Even Mo Sheng was defeated. The monks of the Three Realms had long lost their fighting spirit and stayed away from Shang Ziyan and the others.

King Yan, Empress Lian, and Xie Chengzi also stayed away from Shang Ziyan quietly. The one from Yanyang Civilization rushed towards Shang Ziyan by name. Looking at his posture, it was inevitable that those standing in front of him would be He won't be killed in pain.

The nine-foot-long Nine Golden Crow rushed into the dojo, and with just a flutter of its wings, the monks under the Holy King in the dojo were shattered by their holy souls, filled with Yang Fire, and fell to the ground dying, instantly losing their fighting power.

The remaining monks didn't dare to stay any longer and fled towards the outside of the dojo.

Shang Ziyan stood in the center of the dojo, under the statue of the Moon God, with an extremely ugly expression. He had never seen the Golden Crow in front of him, so how could he form a deadly feud with it.

For a time, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and dozens of potential enemies flashed in his mind, including many people from the heavenly world.

The world of heaven is not monolithic. Shangqiu, the Temple of Light, the Temple of Angels, the Temple of Elves, and the Blood Sea Hidden Sky Temple do not obey anyone, and their respective leaders secretly compete with each other.

He, Shang Ziyan, is the leader of the Temple of Merit and Virtue, and he represents Shangqiu, and other parties may not be able to cause trouble behind his back.

Zhou Yu, Michael... are all possible.

Seeing Zhang Ji's menacing approach, the three Tupo women immediately stood in front of Shang Ziyan.

The Huo Po Girl said: "Young Master, this person is too strong for us to deal with. The three of us will stay to deal with him. Young Master will leave first."

After all, Shang Ziyan was not an ordinary person. Even in the face of such changes, he quickly calmed down.

"The three of you combined can't stop him from even half a move. It's not that easy to kill me."

The Golden Crow kept getting closer, and the golden crow claws it stretched out seemed to tear the void apart.

Shang Ziyan roared angrily, and two figures, one red and one blue, walked out of his body.

What he practices is Shangqiu's number one magical skill, the god-level skill "Three Corpses Refining the Way" on the Taiyi Divine Skills List. He can cultivate three bodies, and the combat power is three times that of other monks. The three corpses join forces to increase their combat power. More than three times.

Shang Ziyan's true form is the Yuan Corpse, with a multi-colored merit tablet appearing in his palm. The red body is the Flame Corpse, holding the sacred ancient artifact the Chizi Sword. The blue body is the Cold Corpse, which is in charge of the incomplete supreme sacred weapon, the Wanlian Pagoda.

Every weapon is extraordinary. If placed in some weak realm, it can be used as a treasure to suppress the realm.

Shang Ziyan's cultivation level was only at the peak level of the Seven-Step Saint King, but the battle power he unleashed was not something even an ordinary Nine-step Saint King could withstand.

However, compared with the Golden Crow incarnated by Zhang Ji, it is still far behind.

Shang Ziyan naturally understood that it was impossible to stop the Golden Crow in front of him with his own strength alone.

A holy talisman lit up on his chest. It was the holy talisman of a supreme saint in the Temple of Merit, a senior fellow from Shang Ziyan.

Under the stimulation of Shenghe, the combat power of the three corpses increased, and all three weapons were activated to fight towards the Golden Crow.

Zhang Ji stretched out his claws and collided with the three weapons. Waves of destruction spread throughout the Yin-Yang Palace. If not for the divine power of the Moon God, the entire Yin-Yang Palace would have been turned into ashes by the collision.

The moment the three war weapons collided with the Golden Crow, Shang Ziyan released his holy energy, wrapped the three Tupo women, activated a Great Sage-level flowing light talisman, and exploded with the Great Sage escaping from the Yin-Yang Palace at high speed, using the Chizi Sword. , there are weapon spirits inside the Wanlian Pagoda, and they automatically follow them away. Only the five-color merit monument was tightly grasped by Zhang Ji with his third claw, unable to escape.

As if because it failed to keep Shang Ziyan, the Golden Crow let out an angry roar, seriously injuring all the monks in the Yin and Yang Hall.

Then he flew out of the Yin Yang Palace, landed on the long street, and transformed back into his human form.

Zhang Ji stopped to borrow the secret method, and the breath from his body receded. He put away less than one-third of the golden divine bones left in his hand. The sun's divine fire dispersed, and the power of the sun's golden crow god continued to bless his body, and his golden face was covered Face, extraordinary bearing.

Princess Huangling and the dragon-headed man had no suspicion at all because Zhang Ji's aura had weakened. In their opinion, hiding his aura was simply the most common method for a mysterious master like Zhang Ji.

The two of them walked to Zhang Ji with some anxiety.

"Why didn't you stop Shang Ziyan?" The tone gradually became angry.

The two hesitated to speak. After a while, Zhang Ji sighed softly, "That's it. With your two cultivation levels, it will be difficult for you to stop Shang Ziyan."

"kill!"

The shouts of killing were heard again on the long street, but it was Zhang Ruochen who led more than twenty monks from Guanghan Realm into the Yin and Yang Palace. After the Moon God Slaughter God, the ranking of Guanghan Realm was already more than 2,000, and every month Like the Kunlun Realm, there are twenty places to enter the Realm of Truth to practice.

After Zhang Ruochen rushed into the Yin Yang Palace, he immediately mobilized the power of the Moon God and initiated equality for all living beings.

King Yan, Empress Lian, Xie Chengzi and others were all seriously injured. Under the equality of all living beings, the monks from the Three Realms they led were defeated steadily by the monks from the Guanghan Realm.

Other monks in the Tiandu Holy City who had a grudge against the Yin-Yang Temple also rushed out of the dojos, each with masks on their faces, rushed into the Yin-Yang Temple and beat up the drowned dogs.

There was no longer any suspense about the battle situation in the Yin Yang Palace, and Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel a little regretful as he looked at the direction in which Shang Ziyan was escaping.

If possible, he really wants to kill Shang Ziyuan in the Yin and Yang Palace. Regardless of his position, this person is indeed a rare genius in the world. Once he grows up, he will be a formidable enemy to the Kunlun world. .

The dragon-headed man was very angry when he saw that the monks from the Guanghan Realm had taken advantage of the Yin Yang Palace.

"Senior, you were the one who obviously broke through the Yin-Yang Palace, but the divine envoy from the Guanghan Realm took advantage of it. No, the cultivation resources in the Yin-Yang Palace should belong to seniors. I'm going to argue with them right away."

"Stop, don't you think it's embarrassing to grab something with a group of weaklings?"

Zhang Ji's cold voice sounded, and the dragon-headed man immediately froze in place, daring not to move.

Princess Huangling cautiously probed: "Senior, Shang Ziyan is the leader of the Temple of Merit after all. It is really difficult to kill him in the Realm of Truth. Senior, why don't we discuss it in the long run."

The eyes under Zhang Ji's mask looked at Princess Huangling. Princess Huangling was shocked and looked up at Zhang Ji nervously.

"The Thousand Stars Civilization is well-informed in the Void Sanctuary. Seniors may wish to go to the Qianxing Civilization's dojo with us. Sister Qianxing Tiannu will definitely be willing to help seniors and provide them with information about Zixuan.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be victorious in every battle and find some helpers. You won't let Shang Ziyan escape like this time and leave your seniors empty-handed. "

After saying that, Princess Huang Ling's helpless little hands clenched tightly, for fear that Zhang Ji would refuse.

"You're right, I do need some help, please lead the way."

Princess Huang Ling suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

Zhang Ji praised again in an old-fashioned way, "Little girl, you are very good."

As soon as these words came out, the girl's face immediately turned into a smile.

(End of this chapter)