"Which monk dares to break into our Wujian Ridge?" A thunderous shout sounded from the ground.

A black hall, filled with ghostly mist, flew out from a different space.

In the ghost mist, there are hundreds of ghosts, and each one is as powerful as a dragon or a python.

Zhang Ruochen smacked his palm out from the air and made a huge hand seal, killing all the ghosts. Even the black hall was hit and fell into the space crack.

At the edge of the space crack, the hall was in pieces.

A ghostly ancient monk in the temple was swallowed by the darkness inside the crack amid screams.

In Wujian Ridge, more powerful men were alerted, and dozens of powerful auras chased Zhang Ruochen.

"Those who venture into Wujianling will die!"

An ancient humanoid creature in his twenties, with a beautiful face and a moonlike appearance, looked like a banished fairy coming to the dust, holding a chaotic iron umbrella to stop Zhang Ruochen.

The chaotic iron umbrella rotated in her hand, forming a space vortex with a diameter of thousands of miles, with countless space cracks flying in the vortex.

Zhang Ruochen crashed into the space vortex and flew towards her.

"Bang!"

One punch!

Zhang Ruochen beat this ancient humanoid creature until it exploded and its body was torn into pieces.

Not long after, Zhang Ruochen came to the location where the blood of the God of Fury was sensed, and fell to the open and vast ground.

Looking ahead, there are two sharp peaks rising from the ground like bamboo shoots. The mountains are tens of thousands of feet high and extremely steep.

"What is this place? Is there a different space hidden in it?"

Zhang Ruochen pinched his fingers with both hands, and the four images of Tai Chi appeared, and he explored the surrounding area.

"boom!"

A powerful and terrifying aura turned into an electric shuttle as thick as a bucket, fell from the clouds, and appeared opposite Zhang Ruochen, blocking the position between the two mountains.

In the electric shuttle, there is a domineering figure that swallows mountains and rivers,

He is dozens of feet tall and wears divine armor of light and lightning. Every lightning bolt flowing on his body is like a divine dragon.

Zhang Ruochen inspired the power of his sword bones and formed a sword field within 18 feet to block the thunder dragon escaping from his body. Looking around, he found one after another strong men from the Chaos tribe falling from the sky and surrounding him.

"How deep is the secret of Wujianling? A large number of masters were lured away by the old guy, and there are still so many people coming to deal with me. It seems that the only way is to use the Sword Ancestral Divine Tree!"

Zhang Ruochen did not panic and took out a red sacred tree and held it in the palm of his left hand.

The leaves on the tree are as crystal clear as blood jade, and are as beautiful as crimson.

This sacred tree has been growing on the 18th floor of the Sword Pavilion, together with the sword bones. It was during the past period of training in the Sword Pavilion that Zhang Ruochen understood the secret of this tree.

"rustle!"

Zhang Ruochen moved his five fingers, and the Sword Ancestor Divine Tree shook accordingly.

Pieces of blood-red leaves fell off, like thousands of bloody swords, flying around him, making a harsh sound of breaking wind. The stable space here was torn into slender holes.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I'm in a hurry, please make way for me! Otherwise, you will all be dead souls at my feet."
Chapter completed!