All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 102
There are four great saints, and more than thirty saints above the saint, appeared in the Buddha Mountain.

"Someone has exposed our location."

Yu Qingfeng's face was solemn, and the current situation was very pessimistic.

"Is this your plan?"

Facing Zhang Tianfang's questioning, Yu Qingfeng had nothing to say.

"If it wasn't for your messing around, how could we not notice."

Yu Qingfeng snorted coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense, saving people is the most important thing."

Zhang Tianfang said lightly.

Zhang Tianfang held the Tuntian Sun and Moon Halberd and came to the entrance of the sixth line of defense.

"A mere human race, how dare you be presumptuous!"

A holy blood saint raised his hand aggressively from the void with a blood blade in his hand.

"The ignorant."

Zhang Tianfang raised his hand and gave it a palm.

A [-]-meter-long dragon was bathed in the scorching red flames, bursting out from the palm.

The holy blood saint didn't know the opponent's depth, so he resisted the blow head-on.

The whole person flew upside down.

Immediately, the skin exploded, and a large amount of blood flew out, which was indescribably miserable.

However, the vitality of the blood race is indeed quite strong, the short blood saint did not die, his whole body was bloody, rolling and wailing on the ground in pain.

The other four blood saints were startled, they never thought that such a power could be unleashed by a mere ordinary Saint of Breaking Realm.

At the same time, their eyes stared at Zhang Tianfang again, and while they were curious, they had a lot of thoughts about this man.

cough.

Will drinking his blood make him stronger.

Yu Qingfeng and Feng Juechen teamed up against a Heavenly Blood General of the Great Sacred Realm.

Zen Yunxian is in the upper hand against a blood general who reaches the sky alone, and it will take a lot of time to end the battle.

Except for the Heaven-reaching Blood General who Bu Qianjun went to chase after, there is still one Heaven-reaching Blood General, composed of Tianjixie, Shan Ling, Qiu Wanqing,
After two battles, Ji Changkong had already lost his combat power.

Yiye Xing was still in a coma.

Only Zhang Tianfang was left on the scene to deal with these thirty blood saints with the strength of the saints!
The blood saint holding a sickle saw Zhang Tianfang's embarrassing situation, but because of his strength, he couldn't underestimate him, so he talked to him directly, and said in a cold voice: "Your Excellency has no way out, why don't you surrender to the blood clan? The position of the leader of the blood slave can also be regarded as a part of the blood clan, so as not to bring about the disaster of killing oneself."

Zhang Tianfang walked over, smiled, and said, "Originally, I shouldn't meddle in other people's business, but people always have to fight hard. If you don't fight hard, how will you know the final result? It's like, you think the winning ticket is in your hands, but in reality Above all, you are an opponent of thirty people, not necessarily one person."

"Your Excellency, is this a toast and not a fine wine?"

Scythe Blood Saint had an ugly expression on his face.

"No, no, I just can't understand the blood race."

Zhang Tianfang squeezed his fist and said with a smile.

An older blood saint, with white beard and white hair, said with a hoarse smile, "Don't hold back if you don't like it. Instead of wasting time here, it's better to come and fight. It's up to you to think and defeat All of us, ridiculous."

Originally, after hearing what Zhang Tianfang said, all the blood saints wanted to go up and tear this guy up.

They come from different tribes, and every ten are under the control of a Tongtian blood general.

"Afraid what he will do, he only has one person, suck his blood dry!"

"I want to tear his mouth out!"

Many blood saints showed fierce fangs and ferocious faces.

However, Zhang Tianfang remained calm and didn't have much emotional change. He stretched out a palm, and each of the five fingers released a purple electric light, and the five electric lights condensed into a sharp long thorn.

The little blood saint who was seriously injured recovered a little bit, the skin on his body gradually healed, and he just got up from the ground...

"Wow—"

With a flick of Zhang Tianfang's arm, the lightning thorn in his hand flew out, piercing through his holy body.

The power contained in the lightning thorn was extremely strong, and it melted the blood saint's body, turning it into a pile of ashes, leaving only a blood-red holy source still shining on the ground.

"A saint of spiritual power who has become a saint!"

The expressions of all the saints present changed.

"So what about spiritual saints, this sacred photo can kill them by mistake."

The bald blood saint raised his hands upwards, and two mighty holy qi gushed out from his palms, punching into a bell-shaped holy vessel.The bell-shaped sacred vessel became bigger and bigger, with a diameter of more than [-] meters. Purple flames gushed out, spun rapidly, and suppressed Zhang Tianfang.

The bell-shaped sacred artifact is a powerful top-grade sacred artifact called the Sea-Dumping Bell. It ranks high in the "Hundred Clans of the Holy Artifacts", and the Dao of Destruction it releases is extremely terrifying.

The bald blood saint showed his sharp teeth, and laughed wildly: "Are you regretting it now, but unfortunately, it's too late!"

"The Sea-Inverting Bell is a good holy weapon, but it's a pity that it's in your hands, and it can't exert its true power at all."

Zhang Tianfang shook his head lightly, stared at the bald blood saint like an idiot, and said flatly: "A small pawn can be destroyed with a flick of a finger."

72 bright spots of holy light emanated from Zhang Tianfang's body.

There are a total of 72 tricks, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and constantly swallowing.

"God of War Fist."

Zhang Tianfang's blood was surging, and he punched the bell directly.

"Boom!"

The bell seemed to be crying out in pain.

This top-grade holy artifact flew upside down.

The bald blood saint let out an inconceivable exclamation: "How is it possible, just an unarmed punch?"

The sickle blood saint said solemnly: "Not only is his spiritual power sanctified, but his physical body is also sanctified."

"Sanctification of the flesh?"

The bald blood saint was stunned.

Physical sanctification is the most difficult of all cultivation methods.

Because body training takes a lot of resources, such as heaven and earth treasures to pile up.

Cultivation resources are ten times that of ordinary saints, and ordinary people simply cannot afford them!

Only a large sect like the Holy Gate is somewhat likely to cultivate such monks.

And it may not be able to cultivate, because the time and resources to cultivate one saint can cultivate ten saints, why do you have nothing to do when you are full?

Only two will choose the latter.

One is a fool, and the other is a lot of money.

But what you pay for is rewarding.

A monk who is physically sanctified is at least ten times stronger than ordinary saints.

Remember, yes at least.

Once a monk sanctifies 140 of the 72 four tricks in his body, he is considered to be physically sanctified.

Can absorb the aura of heaven and earth and turn it into his own use.

Moreover, monks who are generally physically sanctified use very little holy energy in battle.

Generally, the power of the physical body can be used to open mountains and crack the ground.

"You know that I am the third cultivator of the martial arts?"

Looking at their appearance, Zhang Tianfang couldn't help being amused by them.

Shenwu body represents spiritual power, martial arts, and physical body.

"Let's fight quickly."

Zhang Tianfang's face became serious, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body.

A holy figure rises slowly.

It is as high as a thousand feet, with a red armor and a long halberd, majestic and majestic.

"Give it all to me!"

Now that there is nothing to say, the sickle blood saint shouted.

Dozens of holy artifacts, colorful, bombarded over.

The power cannot be underestimated.

"God of War, get up!"

Zhang Tianfang said in a deep voice.

The pressure in the surrounding space has become a little stronger.

All the means of attack are slightly stuck in the domain.

"what is this!"

"He actually has a time domain?"

The surrounding blood saints gasped.

Zhang Tianfang didn't give them the slightest space.

God of War Phantom waved his hand.

Several blood saints were photographed into blood mist.

He also tried to resurrect through the reorganization of blood and energy.

"Fire."

A scorching flame appeared in Zhang Tianfang's hand.

Lasing out, all the blood mist was evaporated.

"Human! You are so ruthless."

Seeing that many of his fellow clansmen were completely killed, the sickle blood saint was angry.

"I am ruthless? What about you? Did you ever think about it when you destroyed the city and sucked blood?"

The phantom of the god of war moved again and stepped on it.

Trampled many people to death.

"Crack the ground!"

Zhang Tianfang made a vertical slash with his long halberd, knocking all the blood saints into the air.

The god of war will catch the blood saint one by one.

Zhang Tianfang sent them all to heaven with fire.

"You wait! The people of the Demon Race will come soon, and when the time comes, you will all die!"

The Scythe Blood Saint turned into steam after he let out the last ruthless words.

"and also?"

Zhang Tianfang muttered.

I saw several lights and shadows fighting at the same time.

The sky in the distance was clouded with black clouds.

Infuse holy air into the eyes.

Zhang Tianfang saw it.

There are countless ghosts, red-toothed ghosts, green-faced ghosts, purple-faced ghosts, and the black-faced ghost king who takes the lead.

"No, the front line of defense has also collapsed."

Looking at the people around who were still fighting, Zhang Tianfang felt a little powerless in his heart.

One person's power is limited after all.

Or to find the traitor is.

Who is it?Step by step?still is
(End of this chapter)