"Those who break into Wujian Ridge will die!"

A humanoid creature in his twenties, with a beautiful appearance, Ruoqin's banished fairy, holding a chaotic iron umbrella to stop Zhang Ruochen.

The Chaos Iron Umbrella rotated in her hand, forming a space vortex with a diameter of thousands of miles, and countless space cracks flew in the vortex.

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

"Bang!"

One punch!

Zhang Ruochen beat this human-shaped ancient creature to the point of bursting, and his body was split into pieces.

Soon, Zhang Ruochen came to the position where the blood of the Angry God Lord sensed it and landed on the vast ground.

Looking into the eyes, there are two sharp peaks that rise like bamboo shoots in front of them. The mountain is thousands of feet high and extremely steep.

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

Zhang Ruochen pinched his fingers with both hands, and the picture of the four Tai Chi symbols appeared, exploring the surroundings.

"boom!"

A vast and terrifying aura turned into an electric shuttle as thick as a bucket, falling from the clouds, 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, wearing the divine armor of light and electricity, and every thunder and lightning flowing on his body is like a divine dragon.

Zhang Ruochen stimulated the power of the sword bones and formed a sword domain within eighteen feet, blocking the thunder dragons radiating from his body. Looking around, he found one after another of the Chaos Clan's powerful men fell from the sky and surrounded him.

"The foundation of Wujianling is so deep? A large number of masters were led away by the old guy, and there are so many people who come to deal with me. It seems that I can only use the Sword Ancestor Divine Tree!"

Zhang Ruochen was not panicked, so he 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 beautiful in color.

This sacred tree has been growing on the 18th floor of the Sword Pavilion and is with the sword bones. During the period of practice in the past, Zhang Ruochen understood the secret of this tree.

"rustle!"

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

Blood-red leaves fell off like thousands of blood swords, flying around him, making a harsh sound of breaking the wind. The solid space here was torn into pieces.

Zhang Ruochen said, "I'm in a hurry, please give way to a road! Otherwise, you will be the dead souls under my feet."
Chapter completed!