Go against me, who gave you the courage?"

Zhang Ruochen ignored him and stared directly at the Sword Prison Emperor, saying: "Every battle in the auction depends on financial resources. If you lose, you can only blame yourself for being too poor. How can you blame the winner?"

Many of the monks participating in the auction have not yet left the Star Sea World. They are all standing on different holy ships, looking at them.

"Facing the Sword Prison Emperor, Xue Tu's expression remained unchanged, his spirit was calm, and his character was indeed remarkable."

"The gap in cultivation is there. Even if he is calmer, what's the use? The Sword Prison Emperor is notoriously narrow-minded and will never let him go."

…

On one of the holy ships, Luo Yi and Luo Tiansheng stood side by side, looking ahead.

Luo Tiansheng smiled and said: "This Blood Butcher is more tough than I thought. He is brave enough to dare to challenge the Sword Prison Emperor and the Qitian tribe alone."

Luo Ji's apricot eyes revealed a strange light.

She and Zhang Ruochen had both spiritual cultivation, and there was a strange connection between them, and appearances could not deceive her.

"It turns out it's him. No wonder he is so high-profile and has no scruples in the auction house." The corners of Luo Yi's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile.

Soon, another trace of worry arose in her heart.

The Sword Prison Emperor is the top level powerhouse among the Hundred Flails Realm Great Saints. Since he promised to relieve him, he will definitely keep his word.

"Brother Emperor, what is the strength of the Sword Prison Emperor? What are your chances of winning against him?" Luo Yi asked.

Luo Shengtian said: "When he was in the Holy King Realm, the Sword Prison Emperor had practiced the rules of the sword to a perfect level. After becoming the Great Sage of the Immortal Realm, it was even more amazing. He had cultivated two kinds of sixth-grade holy ideas, plus a fourth-grade one.

There are three kinds of holy will of the sword."

"Most great sages cannot even condense two kinds of holy will, but he can actually cultivate three kinds." Luo Yi's heart sank slightly, and he was even more worried about Zhang Ruochen.

Luo Shengtian laughed and said: "If this is the case, the Sword Prison Emperor is still not qualified to enter the top ten of the Hundred Flail Realm great saints. His most powerful thing is that he can kill the saints of the sixth-level forbidden path.

The holy meaning of the sword and the path of swords merged with the fourth level, and turned into the holy meaning of the sword and hell. The holy meaning of the sword and hell has reached the third level."

"He can actually fuse the Holy Will?" Luo Yi was even more surprised.

Luo Shengtian said: "Yes! In the entire hell world, in this millennium, there are no more than one hundred great sages who can integrate the holy will. If he can become one of them, you can imagine how terrifying his strength is.

If it weren't for his bad character, his ranking in the Great Perfection of Baiyong Realm would never be higher than ninth."

Condensing the third-level holy will means that the probability of becoming a god is greatly increased, and in the future, there will be an opportunity to master the secrets and become a strong one among the gods.

Luo Qi was quite confused and said: "The Sword Prison Emperor is able to integrate the holy will. He is by no means an ordinary person. His character cannot be so bad. Brother Emperor, could he deliberately pretend to be narrow-minded and let all the monks

Do you all despise him?"

"It's not impossible."

Luo Shengtian pondered carefully, and then said: "If the Sword Prison Emperor really has such a deep scheming and the city, he must be a formidable enemy at the hunting day banquet."

…

Zhang Ruochen seemed quite impatient and said again: "You are blocking my holy ship. Are you angry and want to snatch it away regardless of your face? So many monks are staring at it. Don't you feel ashamed of the Sword Prison Emperor? You lost the battle.

Losing people again.”

The Great Sage Cangye, who was standing next to the Sword Prison Emperor, said coldly: "Xuetu, do you dare to join me on the martial arts platform to fight for victory? If I lose, I will cut off one of my arms. If it were you,

If you lose, you will cut off one of your arms. How about that?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "I will never gamble with my own arm. Besides, with your cultivation level, you are not qualified to invite me to fight."

"What did you say?"

The great sage Cangye has long disliked Xue Tu. At this moment, the great sage Xue Tu, an immortal realm, dares to say such arrogant words. If he is not taught a lesson, countless great sages will use "You are not qualified to invite a fight" in the future.

I" was used to make fun of the Great Sage Cangye.

"Bang."

The Great Sage Cangye soared into the sky from the deck of the holy ship. His body emitted thousands of meters of blood and the mighty blood evil energy condensed into a palace-sized handprint and suppressed Zhang Ruochen below.

Even with the suppression of the rules of heaven and earth, the palm power burst out by the Great Sage Cangye still caused the water surface under Zhang Ruochen's feet to sink downwards and turn into a huge liquid basin.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the boat and looked at it calmly.

The Stone Emperor flew out, and his huge body appeared behind him. He waved a five-fingered mountain-like stone palm, shattering the blood-evil air handprints and hitting the holy body of the Great Sage Cangye.

"Pfft."

The Great Sage Cangye vomited blood and threw it out like a fly, flying out of the space where the Star Sea World is located.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the bloody parabola in the sky and said, "Like an ant."

Little did he know that after seeing this scene, countless monks had turned to stone.

A great sage who had broken ninety-nine shackles was actually beaten away like this? He was also slaughtered with blood and called an ant?

The monks of the Qitian tribe were all furious.

"It turns out that you are protected by a great sage of the Stone Clan, so you are so swollen. I just don't know if this great sage of the Stone Clan can stop the sword in my hand?"

The Sword Prison Emperor had just said these harsh words, but before he could take action, Zhang Ruochen had already punched out a Dark Prison Talisman.

"Wow."

A dark prison world shrouded the ten-winged holy ship of the Sword Prison Emperor, and all the great saints of the Qitian tribe were imprisoned inside. Even if they continued to attack, they could not break the confining power of the talisman.

"Today, I don't want to argue with you, but I have to warn you, don't mess with me again. You cannot afford the consequences."

In the midst of their yelling and cursing, Zhang Ruochen left such a light word, then drove the holy ship, bypassed the ten-winged holy ship, and left the star sea world leisurely and calmly.

Seeing his leaving figure, the monks from the Hell Realm who were watching all looked at each other in shock and confusion.

"The Blood Sky Tribe has given birth to an incredible young great saint." A passing demigod sighed.
Chapter completed!