Chapter 2
轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！About thirty paces from the Sacred Mansion, two extremely tiny dots were moving slowly forward. 。If you were to get closer, you would see that the two spots are actually two figures radiating with holy light. They are Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun. 。It was only because the physiques of the two individuals were, compared to the Holy Mansion, truly diminutive, that they appeared as mere specks. 。Both Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun's faces were somber. Every step they took forward, intricate patterns appeared beneath their feet. 。At this time, they would take out a talisman from their storage bag and strike it onto the ground. 。With a deafening roar, the lines shattered and vanished into thin air. 。
Then, the two of them continued on their journey.
Nor did he know how many talismans he had used, finally, Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun were getting closer and closer to the Holy Palace. Even with the two of them's composure, they couldn't help but show excitement at this moment. 。
The Ruler Artifact
Once obtained, it not only means obtaining a large amount of True Saint Dew, but also becoming the wealthiest among the Saints. 。This means they have a higher probability of impacting the Great Saint realm, in a shorter amount of time, and being able to surpass their peers. 。
Possessing a rule artifact, their status in the Heavenly Court will be elevated by one level.
"Aw"
"boom boom"
Suddenly, the air in the underground cave violently vibrated, accompanied by the roar of a dragon and the sound of wheels turning. 。
"What happened"
Fang Yi turned to look, only to see a chariot of golden splendor being pulled by nine giant dragons, surging out of the darkness at high speed.
Whether it's a tank or nine giant dragons, the aura they emanate is incredibly powerful, causing the space to tremble slightly. 。
"Zhang... Ruochin..."
Fang Yi was first slightly stunned, and then, a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.
Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.
This Holy Mansion, how do you expect us to just give it to you
Give it to you
Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun spent a great deal of effort breaking open the formation surrounding the Holy Mansion. What makes you think we should just hand it over to you
Dongliu Jianzun, however, remained quite calm. He said, "There are many top experts from the Blade Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm stationed here, enough to deal with them. Let's first find a way to take possession of the Holy Mansion."
Fang Yi ordered the Holy Realm experts stationed outside Shengfu, "Kill them both." 。At least ten saints made their move. Some launched their holy arts and artifacts from afar at the golden dragon chariot, while others charged directly towards it. 。
The saints who did not engage in battle released their spiritual power and became vigilant.
Since Zhang Ruochin and Fenmo appeared here, it is very possible that other powerful beings are lurking in the shadows. 。A purple fish-shaped artifact over thirty meters long, adorned with myriad patterns, erupted with immense power, colliding with the golden dragon carriage. 。Within the Golden Dragon's Palanquin, circles of golden holy light suddenly surged forth. Dozens of dragon shadows flew outward, striking the purple fish and sending it flying away. 。
"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns"
Fēng Mó was secretly astonished, feeling that Zhang Ruochen’s chariot must be of a very high battle rank. Otherwise, it would be impossible to so effortlessly deflect the full force of the Wanwen Sacred Artifact.
Even among the Wanwen Divine Artifacts, there is a significant difference in power. 。
A divine weapon with ten thousand to twenty thousand engravings is called a Myriad-Veined Sacred Artifact.
A radiance of myriad patterns burst forth with complete power, forming a halo of holy energy. 。
Artifacts with between 20,000 and 30,000 engravings are called Double-Radiant Ten Thousand Engravings Artifacts. They unleash a complete power that can form two circles of holy force mist.
Similarly, the more inscriptions a Myriad Patterns Sacred Artifact has, the higher its grade and the more powerful it becomes. 。Of course, for the most holy and half-step saint kings, the more numerous Wanwen sacred artifacts are more of an intimidating effect. 。Because, even their holy power could only support a Myriad-Patterned Holy Artifact to erupt with one or two complete bursts of power. 。Only top-tier prodigies like Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun, who possessed a perfect physique, had an aura that was far wider than that of ordinary saints. Only they could repeatedly trigger the full power of a complete Wanwen Sacred Artifact. 。
The power required for the Radiant Ten Thousand Patterns Artifact is enormous. Even a Saint with a perfect physique cannot invoke its full power before reaching the Saint King realm.
Therefore, even though the Jinbulong Lian is a nine-ray ten thousand pattern sacred artifact, it is now only a circle of holy force mist. The power that erupts is far from comparable to the complete power of a two-ray ten thousand pattern sacred artifact. 。
Jin Bu Long's momentum was unstoppable, like a bamboo forest being swept away. He smashed through three Wan Wen Sacred Artifacts in succession, shattered four sacred arts, and rushed towards the Sacred Mansion at lightning speed.
Give me a break 。A half-transparent aquatic demigod, a Saint King in his prime, charged forward, blocking the path of the golden dragon carriage. He mobilized the laws of water through his sacred arts, causing a silver river to appear on his palm. 。The long river swirled, turning into a liquid spear that shot towards the Golden Stepper Dragon Chariot. 。
"Sizzle"
The flowing liquid water, rapidly solidified, transformed into white solid ice, still retaining its spiral shape, carrying a penetrating force. 。The frenzied foot stomped, leaping from the golden dragon palanquin, snatched up an iron rod, and with a sudden sweep... 。His iron rod wasn't an ordinary object, heavier than a mountain peak. When he swung it, ripples like waves formed all around. 。
"Boom"
The spiral-shaped glacier was shattered by the iron rod, and even the water tribe's half-step Saint King was impacted, taking seven consecutive steps back, each step spanning dozens of meters. 。The Water Clan's Demi-Saint King's body, appeared with several cracks, he was actually lightly injured. 。"Wow, that's amazing!" 。The Water Clan's Demihuman Saint King spread his arms wide, hastily erecting a water sphere with a diameter of a hundred meters to protect his body within. 。"
Feng Mo burst into maniacal laughter: “You are the Palace Master of Shui Mu Palace in the Zi Fu Realm Your strength is decent, but unfortunately, you met me
" 。Suddenly, behind the frenzy, two powerful waves of holy power surged out one after another, and two semi-holy king-level beings charged up. 。One of them, covered in purple flames, looked like a monkey, three meters tall. He was the leader of the Flame Monkey clan from the Dao Prison Realm. 。The other was a humanoid, very old, holding a crescent-shaped scimitar. He was the disciple of a human Great Saint from the Blade Prison Realm, Old Man Qi Li. 。
Three and a half Step Saint Kings surrounded him at once. Fen Mo instantly felt the pressure, immediately retracted his smile, and caressed his iron rod. Suddenly, a series of tadpole-shaped runes appeared on the surface of the iron rod.
"
“War"
" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! 。The Mad Demon swung his iron rod, unleashing a wave of holy energy in the shape of tadpoles. The wave surged outward, engulfing the three half-step Saint Kings. 。
Even though he's insane, Demon King still deserves his position as one of the top five powerhouses in the Eight Regions. He single-handedly confronts three half-step Saint Kings and appears effortless.
While attacking, the frenzied mouth let out a monstrous shriek, laughing and crying at the same time, truly like a madman.
On the other side, Zhang Ruochen rode the golden chariot and was unstoppable. He crashed into seven peak-level Saints in a row, injuring three of them severely. 。
"Boom boom boom"
Nine Dragons run simultaneously, in terms of momentum, enough to overwhelm a Step Saint King. 。Soon, the golden chariot of Jīn Bù Lóng caught up with Fang Yi and Dong Liú Jiàn Zūn, arriving beneath the Saint Mansion. 。Those powerful Saints from the Dao Prison Realm and Zi Mansion Realm were left far behind the chariot. 。
"What a shameless scoundrel! We painstakingly put in all our effort and time just to break the formation, and you barge right in"
"Are you trying to reap the rewards without doing any work" Fang Yi snorted coldly. 。Zhang Ruochin said, “When it comes to shamelessness, you're unmatched. Back then, you and those holy beings from the Dao Prison Realm forced us into the canyon to die. I’ve never forgotten that score.” 。Thinking about this, Fang Yi's heart surged with even greater anger, and he said: "Well, since you're here, let's settle all our grievances and old scores once and for all." 。"Party B's two hands, pressed against the temples, exerted all his strength to stimulate the Baihui acupoint between the eyebrows. " 。The next moment, a white beam of light shot out from his brow and struck the charging golden chariot. 。
“Boom boom”
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。The outer perimeter of the Jinbu Long Lian formed a circle of golden holy power mist, which violently clashed with the white light pillar. Waves of chaotic holy power surged outwards. 。
Unfortunately, even Bai Weixing's power was unable to penetrate the defenses of the Golden Step Dragon Chariot.
As the golden chariot of King Jin was about to crush Fang Yi, he remained unfazed. He bit his tongue tip and instantly, bloody red lines appeared on his face, extending from his lips all the way to his eyebrows, merging into Bai Weixing. 。
"Whoosh—"
A gigantic white star phantom appeared before Fang Yi.
The golden chariot collided with the white star phantom, shaking violently, and then flew to the right.
East Flow Sword Venerable, standing on the side, pupils contracted to the size of a needle. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust his sword out. 。Because the speed at which he erupted was too fast, it even formed eighteen remnant souls, and all of the remnant souls were connected into a straight line. 。
"Whoosh—"
Zhang Ruochin soared out of the Golden Stepped Dragon Palanquin like a great peng spreading its wings. The space before him twisted and warped, becoming a swirling vortex.
Dongliu Jianzun's sword, piercing into the spatial vortex, did not deviate in direction. It pointed straight at Zhang Ruochen's heart. 。
It can be seen that the power and speed of this sword, as well as the swordsmanship intention of Dongliu Jianzun, must be quite terrifying, enough to counter Zhang Ruochin's distorted space.
Of course, the sword speed of the East Flow Sword Venerable became slower and slower. 。The sword qi on the blade, also warped space, gradually dispersed. 。
The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.
Just a little bit. 。If my cultivation were to advance further, Zhang Ruochin would definitely not be able to withstand this sword of mine. 。“The Eastern Flow Sword Saint felt a tinge of regret.” 。"Zhang Ruochin, your cultivation seems to have increased a lot. No wonder you dare to rush over alone." 。Unfortunately, you've met us two. You're destined to drink hatred today. 。
From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.
In Fang Yi's view, Zhang Ruochen, who was desperately fighting against Dongliu Jianzun, would definitely not be able to avoid this sword. 。
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