Zhang Ruochen smiled faintly, without defiance or bravado, as if he was saying an insignificant sentence, “You are too ignorant!”
“What did you say?”
A thick murderous aura surged out from Yuwen Jing’s body.
Zhang Ruochen said, “I said you are ignorant. You think I’m still at the Saint realm, and by using the Divine Bone, you want to forbid me from using spatial power?”
“Boom!”
Zhang Ruochen slammed his foot on the ground, and immediately, space shook as a spatial ripple spread out in all directions.
The divine bones suspended in the twelve directions of the Taoist Temple all trembled violently, as if they were about to be shaken away.
Yu Wenjing’s eyes changed slightly, and he hurriedly mobilised the holy qi within his body, turning it into twelve pillars of holy qi light that flew towards the twelve divine bones. Immediately afterwards, the divine bones became more and more enormous, with a large number of inscriptions and rule patterns surfacing on their surfaces.
“Twelve Palace Divine Formation.”
The twelve divine bones rotated, forming a huge vortex. In the vortex, all sorts of different forces intertwined, exploding with a powerful power fluctuation.
From afar, it looked like a thick dragon scroll that rose up from the Taoist temple.
Zhang Ruochen felt slightly surprised and said, ”Surprisingly, a formation inscription was sketched on top of the Divine Bone, and through the formation, it draws out the various rules in the Divine Bone, thus borrowing the power of the heavens and earth. The Formation Saint Master who refined this formation has very high means!”
Gods, the rules within their bodies were endless, and even if it was just a divine bone, the number of rules it contained was a huge number, making it beyond the reach of Saint Kings.
Only, with the fall of a god, the rules in the god bone would also become silent.
Using formation inscriptions to invoke the rules in the divine bones was an extremely powerful means that only some of the Ancient Great Sects in the top powerful realms could do.
A formation made from divine bones as a formation base and refined was absolutely powerful and could be used to suppress a market realm.
This formation was given to Yuwen Jing by the sect master of an ancient great sect in the Yin Yang Realm when he became a Divine Transmission Disciple, and had high hopes for him.
Yuwen Jing said, “Now you still think that these twelve divine bones of mine can prohibit your spatial power?”
“Can’t be banned.”Zhang Ruochen shook his head.
“You won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin.”
Yuwen Jing huffed and stretched out a finger, pointing it towards Zhang Ruochen on the opposite side.
The twelve divine bones seemed to come alive, resembling twelve divine beasts, releasing densely-packed rules of the Holy Dao, intertwining into a huge ball of light that flew towards Zhang Ruochen.
In the ball of light, at least three thousand Saint Dao rules were gathered.
Zhang Ruochen’s five fingers pinched, stirring up the power of the Fire God Armour Gloves, and his right hand transformed into a piercing ball of fire as he punched out.
“Boom.”
The ball of light was shattered and the power exploded out, not even injuring Zhang Ruochen’s fingers.
Zhang Ruochen rushed towards Yu Wenjing, his fist raised once again and a large amount of flames spread outwards.
“Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation level, it’s only a three-step Saint King, how could the power that exploded out be so powerful?”
Yu Wen Jing clenched his teeth, and in the meridians of his entire body, all of them resounded with clattering and flowing sounds, causing the twelve divine Bones to operate even faster.
In each divine bone, more than four hundred rules surged out as if they were twelve rivers, converging in front of his body and transforming into a divine seal the size of a millstone.
The divine seal flew out and collided with the fist Zhang Ruochen had struck.
“Boom.”
Yu Wenjing was unable to block that force, and his body fell backwards.
However, that Divine Seal didn’t burst into pieces after all, still hanging in front of him.
Yuwen Jing stared at the man whose hands were burning with flames, his heart incomparably shocked, “How is it possible? Surprisingly, he was still repelled by him.”
With the help of the Twelve Palace Divine Formation derived from the twelve Divine Bones, Yuwen Jing, with the realm of a four-step Saint King, could burst out with the battle power of a peak six-step Saint King, and had thought that he could suppress Zhang Ruochen with a tenfold certainty.
However, ……
Zhang Ruochen’s pair of flaming gloves was too powerful, it was simply an offensive weapon, and it was estimated that a seven-step Saint King would have to make a move in order to suppress him.
Zhang Ruochen said, “What other means do you have, feel free to use them!”
Naturally, Yuwen Jing was not willing to be suppressed by a three-step Saint King, his eyes were cold, and he said, “Just as well, I’ll let you see the power of the Divine Transmission Disciple of the Truth Divine Hall today.”
“Truth Realm Form, the Imperial Heaven is above.”
Yu Wenjing dispersed his divine seal, his body stood straight, his hands clasped together, and a large amount of truth rules rushed out from the top of his head, merging with the sky. The rules of heaven and earth in the dome of the sky became active.
Above Yuwen Jing’s head, a yellowish-brown Qi cloud condensed as if it was a separate sky.
Zhang Ruochen felt a strong and inexplicable invisible force pressing down on his body, and his expression became serious as he muttered to himself, “Is this the legendary Truth Realm Form?”
An ordinary cultivator who cultivated the Way of Truth was only able to comprehend the Rules of Truth, enhance their battle power, increase their understanding of the Holy Dao, and perfect the structure of their own Holy Dao.
Only divine Transmission disciples of the Truth Divine Hall could cultivate Truth Realm Forms.
The four great Truth Realm Forms, “Imperial Sky Above,” “Thick Earth Below,” “Starry Sea Without Shore,” and “Boundless Universe,” were all more powerful than one another.One was more powerful than the other.
Even if one only cultivated the lowest level of “Emperor Heaven Above”, the explosive battle power was able to sweep away opponents of the same realm.
“Zhang Ruochen, you should be satisfied to die under my Truth Realm Form!”
Yuwen Jing’s arms lifted up, and instantly, the yellowish-brown sky above his head condensed with densely-packed thunderbolts, like dragons and snakes dancing, spreading out the sky and suppressing Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen took out the Space-Time Mystical Codex and cupped it in his hand.
With a wave in the air, the pages of the book quickly flapped, producing a “clattering” sound.
It was a breeze!
However, each wisp of wind was able to tear a rift in space. In the end, the breeze turned into a powerful storm of spatial cracks, shattering the tawny sky above Yuwen Jing’s head.
“No…… no…… impossible, with the suppression of the twelve God Bones and the Truth Realm Form, how could he possibly exert spatial power?”
Yuwen Jing couldn’t accept the scene in front of his eyes which was out of his recognition, only after three hundred years of hard cultivation had he cultivated the Truth Boundary Form “The Emperor Sky is Above”, but he was easily crushed by a cultivator whose cultivation was even weaker than his, so one could imagine how great the blow to him was.
Zhang Ruochen burst out in a rush, his fist burning with a blazing flame, slamming towards Yuwen Jing’s chest.
“Boom.”
Yuwen Jing once again mobilised the power of the twelve God Bones to hold up a God Seal and blasted against Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen threw ferocious punches, and every strike that landed would cause Yuwen Jing to fall backwards. The qi and blood in his body tumbled, and his internal organs looked like they were about to be shaken and cracked.
“Is this guy possessed by the God of War? It’s simply impossible to block.”
Forced to do so, Yu Wenjing could only call back his eight pythons.
Those eight golden jiao pythons of his were all Flood Fae, and all of them had reached the Saint King realm.
The eight golden augur pythons wrapped around Yuwen Jing’s body, and each of their mouths spat out a Ten Thousand Stripes Saint Artifact, stirring up consummate power as they continuously smashed at Zhang Ruochen.
“Boom boom.”
Zhang Ruochen’s fist was domineering and unrivalled, as a large amount of Pure Destruction Divine Flame erupted outwards, smashing all of the flying Ten Thousand Lines Sacred Weapons to pieces and turning them into pieces of scrap metal.
Yuwen Jing was stunned, knowing that if he continued to fight against Zhang Ruochen, he would surely die. Thus, he put away the twelve Divine Bones, and without taking the Green Fangs that had fallen to the ground with him, he turned around and fled out of the Taoist Temple.
Behind him, Zhang Ruochen’s voice rang out, “Without the formation formed by the twelve divine Bones, you will only die faster.”
That voice followed him like a shadow, as if it was ringing in Yuwen Jing’s ears.
“Boom.”
Zhang Ruochen’s fist, which transformed into a huge fireball tens of metres in diameter, caught up with Yuwen Jing and struck him on the back. The eight Python Jiao tried to save him, and at the first moment, they were shocked to death by the force of the fist, their bodies bursting into pieces of flesh and blood.
Yuwen Jing was sweating anxiously and roared, “Amazing King, Queen Ren, save me.”
The sound, spread throughout the Dao Garden.
At the same time, he stirred out all the protective treasures on his body.
“Rumble.”
The flaming fist fell, and Yuwen Jing’s body was sent flying, as if it was a cannonball, crashing inside a garden outside the Taoist Temple.
The moment Yuwen Jing crashed into the garden, he touched the Dao in the Five Elements of Earth.
“With a loud bang, Yuwen Jing’s body was shattered into a shower of blood by a white light.
This was how a Divine Transmission disciple died, with no bones left and his soul scattered.
Zhang Ruochen chased after him to the outside of the Taoist temple, and when he saw this scene, the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch, “The Dao in the Five Elements of Earth is really terrifying, and should definitely not be touched.”
Collecting the twelve divine bones on the ground and returning to the Taoist temple, Zhang Ruochen gazed at the green fangs and asked, “Are the Amazing King and Queen Ren nearby?”
“That’s right, now you know you’re scared?”
The Green Fang slowly propped up his body and let out a cold laugh.
Zhang Ruochen said, “The Amazing King and Empress Ren are indeed remarkable figures, but I am not so scared of them yet.”
Green Fang said, “Killing a Divine Transmission disciple at the God Sealing Stage, do you know what the consequences will be when the news gets out? Aren’t you afraid of the Amazing King and Queen Ren, or the Truth Divine Hall?”
Without any sign, Zhang Ruochen slapped his palm out, striking the Green Fang’s body.
“Rumble.”
In front of the palm, space collapsed inwards, and the Green Fang was torn apart by space, his body cracking like ceramic.
Even with a divine tattoo protecting his body, he still couldn’t stop the spatial force…
Green Fang Teeth was a descendant that the Gods all valued quite highly, who knew if he still had any powerful cards in his body that could threaten Zhang Ruochen’s life?
Against a heavenly pride like the Green Fangs, Zhang Ruochen could only kill him in a swift and swift manner. Otherwise, with the Green Fang’s will, it was very likely that he would counterattack at the point of death, or even explode his Saint Origin.
Zhang Ruochen’s sleeve waved and collected each and every text on the ground.
Those words, in his palm, condensed into an armour.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t study this text armour right now, and after storing it in his spatial ring, he immediately swept over towards the palm shaped Sacred Tree, and took the two Supreme Perfection Fruits on the tree, and put them inside the Divine Wood Jar.
“Unfortunately, the bodies of Yu Wen Jing and Green Fang Fang have already gone up in smoke, and I don’t know if the other three Supreme Perfection Fruits are in their bodies?”Zhang Ruochen sighed darkly.
“Hehe, this is ……”
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze was fixed on the trunk of the Sacred Tree.
Only to see that on the trunk, there was a small turtle armour fragment inlaid.
It was unknown how many years the turtle armour fragment had been embedded in it, and it had already completely grown into one with the Sacred Tree, so if Zhang Ruochen hadn’t observed it carefully, he would never have been able to spot it.
“Truly marvellous, truly marvellous.”
In the distance, the eyes of the True Myriad Little Daoist, exploded with eye-catching light, and after screaming twice, he rushed towards the holy tree, wanting to take away the tortoise armour fragment embedded in the tree.
