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He originally thought that with the power of Tao Lisi, he could borrow the strength equivalent to the peak martial ru once a month, but now that the other party has a holy treasure, this is not enough insurance.

At that moment, he took a deep breath and completely let go of the suppression of his own realm! The soul qi and internal force in his body began to climb at the same time, and he reached the peak in an instant.

"King Zhongyong, Ben Ru is desperate to deplete the origin of the Holy Treasure, and it is not difficult to kill you all! But your talent cherished by His Majesty Emperor Qin, if you can make a great oath of allegiance to His Majesty Emperor Qin, the State of Qin can also be crowned king!" Qin Wenru smiled slightly at this time, and his condescending tone was obvious.

His spirit swept around, but he didn't find anyone of the same rank lurking in the dark! But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that Zhuang Yichen's body aura had undergone a drastic change.

"Boom!" Zhuang Yichen felt as if his body had opened up the world, and both the Martial Hall and the Dantian Center were violently expanding at the same time.

At this time, the Golden Martial Hall had turned into a color extremely similar to silver, and the surface exuded a multicolored glow.

Colorful martial arts hall, this is the sign of the martial arts strong, and when the general martial arts strong are promoted, it is only three colors.

"Stride, stomp!" Inside the Holy Demon Tower, there was a strange sound suddenly, and Tao Lisi said in surprise: "The fourth floor of the Holy Demon Tower has opened!"

"The seal of the Qiuyuan Sword is starting to loosen, help quickly!"

"King Zhongyong, it seems that you are even more difficult to deal with than I imagined, and the Qin State can't tolerate you!" Qin Wenzheng suddenly felt a sense of shock, and Sen Ran said at this time.

With a wave of his hand, the Holy Treasure inkstone suddenly burst into a scorching light, and a drop of ink suddenly flew up in the air, quickly turning into a human form.

By the time he landed on the ground, he was already a strong man no different from a real person. The person who transformed the ink was swarthy, but the aura was even more terrifying than Qin Wenzheng.

"This is already infinitely close to the realm of a half-saint!" Zhuang Yichen felt a pang in his heart, with the blood-stained sword in his hand, extremely vigilant.

Tao Lisi didn't know why she began to use all her strength to unlock the seal of the Autumn Edge Sword, and it was impossible to borrow her power at this time.

"Leave it to me!" At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded, and the two of them were happy at the same time.

Because this is the voice of the tower keeper, the voice of the extremely ethereal, the tower spirit of the Holy Demon Tower, the unfathomable and profound existence! After a year of sleep, he finally woke up.

"Okay!" Tao Lisi snorted, and the huge magic power was immediately continuously output, and after passing through the Martial Palace, it turned into extremely pure power.

"Boom!" The aura on Zhuang Yichen's body suddenly became extremely strong at this time, and it was still rising.

"How is this possible? You actually have the power of a great Confucian!" Qin Wenzheng's face suddenly changed drastically, and his original will to control the overall situation suddenly wavered.

"The seal has been lifted!But with your current situation, you can't exceed 100 breaths!" the tower keeper let out a low shout, and the Qiuyuan Sword flew out of the martial hall.

"Qin Wenzheng, Lin Lisheng, you will definitely be defeated today!" Qiu Yuan Sword was held in his hand, and Zhuang Yichen had a feeling that he was almost invincible in the world.

It was a wave of pride that kept flashing and surging from his soul, making him can't help but let out a long roar.

At this time, as soon as the warrior who conjured up the ink raised his hand, the thick fog that was so black that it made people palpitate and fear immediately hovered over Zhuang Yichen, and then began to rain down.

Ink rain, every drop contains extremely terrifying power, equivalent to the full force of the Great Confucian Junior Powerhouse.

This is the power of the Holy Treasure, Qin Wenzheng stood proudly in place, the Holy Treasure inkstone was suspended in the air, and it was up to Zhuang Yichen to respond.

"Carving insect skills!Go die!" Zhuang Yichen's eyes shone with violent battle intent, and the Qiuyuan Sword slashed through the mysterious trajectory in the air.

With the peak strength of Wu Ru, he wielded the Qiuyuan Sword equivalent to the level of the Holy Treasure, which was the strongest sword Zhuang Yichen had ever made, and even the power of the Void Gap that he had cast that day seemed to be slightly inferior.

All the ink was easily swept into the sword by the Qiuyuan Sword, and then it shot out fiercely, shooting towards the people of the four major families.

"Ahh

Zhuang Yichen didn't even look at these people, and the trajectory of the Qiuyuan Sword continued to move forward, wrapping the ink illusion warrior and Qin Wenzheng in it.

"Damn, what kind of exercise are you, so weird!" Qin Wenzheng was furious, and wrote the strongest battle poems and ink illusion warriors to besiege Zhuang Yichen.

"It's all over here!" Zhuang Yichen sighed lightly, if he wasn't forced to do so, he didn't want to kill a powerhouse at the Great Confucian level.

After all, it is difficult for the human race to become holy now, and every great Confucian is the seed of a half-saint. But even the Holy Treasure was dispatched to deal with it, and he couldn't help it.

The Holy Treasure comes with the power of shielding the heavens, and although the time is short, it is very effective. If Zhuang Yichen died at the hands of Qin Wenzheng today, I don't know how long it would take to track it down.

"Flowing years!" With Zhuang Yichen's sword momentum, an incomparable force suddenly surrounded Qin Wenzheng.

"This is the power of time! impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Qin Wenzheng roared frantically, as if he was crazy. Because he knew that he was in danger this time.

"Zhuang Yichen, spare my life, I have a secret to tell you!" Qin Wenzheng suddenly shouted, but after the passing years, Zhuang Yichen himself couldn't control it.

And before Qin Wenzheng could say the last few words, he quickly turned into dry bones, turned into dust and dispersed with the wind.

And the warrior who transformed into ink also turned into a drop of ink, and then evaporated without a trace.

"Holy Treasure!" Zhuang Yichen grabbed the Holy Treasure inkstone with a wave of his big hand, but at this time, this inkstone was psychic, and it actually flew away at an extremely terrifying speed and disappeared into the sky.

"It's a pity that it belongs to the owner!" said the tower keeper with some regret.

"Ban!" Zhuang Yichen sensed a certain ability in the Qiuyuan Sword at this time, and immediately activated all the strength.

A dazzling light flashed, and the people present only felt that the memory in their minds was missing, and they couldn't remember the course of the battle.

The Qiuyuan Sword was subsumed into the Martial Palace, and Zhuang Yichen felt that the soul energy and internal force around his body were exhausted, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

It seems that the tower keeper said that the Qiuyuan Sword can only control a hundred breaths, and if it is used again, it will definitely be sucked dry.