orld of the scroll.Within the world of Jian Tu, on a stone tablet, dozens of sword qi flew out, but they quickly dissipated and did not harm Zhang Ruochin.After the stone tablet was moved away, a larg..."Arrogant and shameless."

Nansheng's grey bone fan unfolded in his hand, and under the impetus of powerful spiritual energy, blood-like rune patterns appeared on the twelve fan ribs.

A three-zhang-tall humanoid talismans beast burst forth from the fan.

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mysterious beast had no skin, only flesh and bone, extremely ferocious.

Nansheng is not only a spiritual cultivator who has ascended to godhood, but also a Daoist master of talismans. His mastery of talismanic arts is unparalleled, allowing him to easily defeat even those who claim to be gods but are merely imposters.

"Wow!"

The humanoid beast roared, its body surging with blood light. With boundless might, it unleashed a punch towards Zhang Ruochin.

His fists were as big as water tanks.

Zhang Ruochin stood firm, his body radiating with golden runes of the Burial Gold Rules. A blinding light enveloped him as he threw a punch, colliding head-on with the humanoid talisman beast's fist.

Two powerful forces collided, erupting with the might of a mountain roar and tsunami.

Zhang Ruochin's power, how could it be this strong, far surpassing the time of the Ten Realms War." Nansheng's pupils contracted, his hands forming seals, unleashing all of his seventy-tier spiritual power and displaying the power of death's mental force.

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A deathly psychic attack directly assaulted Zhang Ruochin's holy soul.

Suddenly, a deafening roar!

Zhang Ruochen's surroundings were enveloped by a Truth Realm, appearing like a sea of stars swirling around his body. His fist strength increased threefold, sending the humanoid talisman beast flying with a single strike.

Feeling the attack of the death energy, Zhang Ruochin also released his 70th-rank mental power, forming a barrier of mental power.

"How is this possible You actually achieved divinity through your spiritual power!" Nansheng exclaimed in disbelief.

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Zhang Ruchen said, "There is nothing impossible."

Nán Shèng quickly suppressed the shock in his heart, his mind calming down. He said, "Even if your mental power reaches the level of a god, you are still tens of thousands of miles behind in its application."

Other spirit cultivators, at the early, middle, and even late stages of the 70th level, could only contend with the weakest pseudo-gods on equal footing.

But as the heir of Tiannan Life and Death Ruins, Nansheng was confident that with his spiritual power at the beginning of the 70th stage, he could withstand a second-rank false god, even challenging a first-rank false god.

He didn't believe Zhang Ruochin could have such strength.

"Wrath of Death."

Behind Nansheng, a gigantic and shadowy Death Yin emerged, an icy breath spreading rapidly, causing this space to freeze into a thick layer of ice crystals.

Zhang Ruochin and Hai Shui's ears were filled with countless voices of the dead, assaulting their holy souls and devouring their sacred energy.

Even if Zhang Ruochin possessed the same seventy-level mental strength, he would still be unable to defend himself.

"Soul Eater's Bell!"

Zhang Ruchen's two fingers merged, and his mental energy and holy energy surged simultaneously. In an instant, twelve bells flew out from within his sleeves.

The Soul Devouring Bell was taken from the Ghost King's second son, Yan.

Twelve bells grew to the size of bronze bells, lying horizontally before Zhang Ruochin. On the bells, supreme script patterns emerged, countless ghostly figures surging out from the bells.

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As the bells sway, all souls, like phantoms summoned by an emissary, rush towards the shadow of Death.

Nansheng was feeling distressed in his heart. He had overlooked Zhang Ruochin's ability to use the Spiritual Force Supreme Artifact, making up for his shortcomings in spiritual force application. With his spiritual force cultivation, he was completely unable to deal with this cultivator who specialized in martial arts.

While other cultivators would be ecstatic to obtain a single supreme artifact, he possessed them in abundance.

Zhang Ruochin single-handedly held up the Soul Devouring Bell, countering the Death Shadow unleashed by Nan Sheng. He looked relaxed and said, "If your skills end here, next year today will be your funeral day."

"Draw your sword."

The sound of swords clashing echoed through the air.

The Abyssal Ancient Sword, a guide to the sacred sword, spins rapidly, with the soul of the Heavenly Sword infused within it.

"Wow!"

A beam of sword light shot out, like a black pillar of light.

As the South Saint's bone fan flew out of his hand, runes suddenly filled the sky.

Twelve fan bones transformed into twelve celestial pillars, standing before him, blocking the abyssal ancient sword flying towards him.

"Very good, Zhang Ruochin, you are indeed strong. The stronger you are, the more satisfying it will be for me to kill you."

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Nan Sheng knew that with his own strength, he couldn't threaten Zhang Ruochin at all. He leaped into the air and landed on top of one of the rune-inscribed sky pillars. With a press of his right hand against his chest...

"Wow!"

A black mass of light flew out from the top of his head.

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The relics of the Buddha contain residual spiritual will that even most true gods cannot refine, and they are more likely to cause backlash.

But, Zhang Ruochin is the inheritor of the Xumi Holy Monk.

The spiritual aspirations within the Buddha's relics would naturally not reject him.

Zhang Ruochin touched the scorching area on his chest and lowered his head to look at the dazzling golden light in the center of his ribs. He saw densely packed Buddhist scriptures, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

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The moment the Buddha's relic merged into his body, Zhang Ruochen's spiritual energy intensity surged several times over, leaping across three levels to reach the peak of the seventyth rank.

It's strange that after the threat of death from a lack of divine seals, mental power growth has stopped again.

"Could it be that the power of the Buddha's relics will only be released if they are attacked"

Zhang Ruochin looked down at Nan Sheng, who was lying on the ground with a cold and ruthless expression on his face. "Get up and fight me."

Nansheng's soul had been devoured too much, his back was bruised and bloody from the Soul-Eating Bell, his internal organs were shattered. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. Hearing Zhang Ruochin's humiliating words, he roared: "A man can be killed but not humiliated."

"Poof!"

The ancient sword, Shen Yuan, fell from the sky, carrying the Heavenly Sword Soul, piercing his body and pinning him to the ground.

The Heavenly Sword Spirit thoroughly annihilated his sacred soul, piercing his holy heart and severing most of his spiritual thoughts with sword energy.

Zhang Ruochin saw that he was like self-destructing his Saint Source, so naturally, he wouldn't give him that chance.

... Ruochin alone. As long as Zhang Ruochin can hold out against the siege and last until the Hunting Heaven War ends, the Blood Clan will most likely be the first among the ten clans." Luo Fu said.Luosh...