The huge roar not only shocked the two Saint Race perfectionists who rushed in front of him, but also woke up many strong people of the Saint Race.

But Zhang Qing didn't panic at all, his shocking roar was the divine power of the Supreme Immortal Court, and no one in this world could resist it.

Even the so-called perfectionist, in the roar of shock, couldn't help but stop for a moment.

Then, Zhang Qing punched the body of a perfect person, and the huge power instantly poured in, causing fatal damage to it.

Then, with a sword swing of terrifying power containing the breath of death, he directly cut off the arms of a perfect person, causing it to let out a painful scream.

I don't know how many years have passed, and these perfectionists of the saint clan have forgotten their injuries and pains, but at this moment, Zhang Qing made them recall this unpleasant feeling again.

"Damn it!"

The Perfect One, whose arms had been severed, roared in anger and tried to use his power to repair and regrow the broken arms.

But to his surprise and despair, there was a terrifying aura of death circulating near the wounds on his arms, which completely hindered his desire to recover his arms.

"Roar!"

The Perfectionist was furious in his heart, completely ignoring the situation at this moment, and opened his mouth to spit out a huge breath of energy, shattering his shoulders and completely shattering the broken arm.

Then, he snorted angrily, and a pair of golden arms suddenly poked out of his bloody body with a thud, and quickly grabbed towards the god man Zhang Qing.

"Hey!"

The god man Zhang Qing sneered in his heart, and directly turned around and swung a sword again.

The perfectionist was afraid in his heart, and he didn't dare to be struck by the sword again, so he couldn't help but take two steps back.

But the moment he stepped back, Zhang Qing's figure stabbed into the sky like a streamer, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it!"

His own retreat caused the assailant to flee, and the perfectionist of the saint clan was furious.

He was tempted to reprimand his companion and ask him why he didn't join him in arresting him.

But when he looked back, he found that the other perfect person was lying on the ground with a face as pale as paper, as if he was about to die.

"How so!"

Seeing this scene, the perfect man was shocked in his heart, and the original complaint dissipated instantly, and he immediately ran to his companion's side to carefully check his situation.

So he found that inside the body of his companion, there was an extremely terrifying aura of death attached to it.

This is the same source as the dead qi that was attached to his severed arm before, but its quality and quantity far out.

He immediately understood that the murderer's main target was his companion, and he was only injured by the aftermath.

"Someone!"

The Perfectionist immediately shouted, calling the Sage Clan powerhouses who had been attracted, "Go and send him to the ancestral land to recover!" ”

Then he glanced at one of the people who was acting as bait on the bed in the room, who was already bleeding and turned into flesh.

"Damn bastards."

The Perfectionist took a deep breath and swore fiercely in his heart that he would never let the perpetrator taste the most painful torture in the world.

"Who the hell is this guy? Why do you want to do it to the perfectionists of my saint race? ”

The Perfectionist looked at the dark sky and wondered in his heart whether some of the enemies of the Saint Clan would be their doing.

But after thinking about it carefully, I found that the enemies of the Saint Clan were flying all over the sky, and there were many guys who wanted to fight the idea of the Saint Clan, and it was really not difficult to find the murderer from it.

"Damn it!"

The Perfectionist scolded again.

This is the first time in so many years that I have felt so aggrieved.

At this moment, a master of the Saint Race galloped from a distance and reported to the Perfectionist: "My lord, the news from the Terran ......"

"Get out!"

The Perfectionist roared angrily and kicked the other party away.

Now that the perfectionists of the saint race themselves have all been killed and injured, what is the mood to care about the affairs of other races.

Terran? What is the Terrans!

A mere inferior race, which does not even have a perfect being, is not qualified to exist here now.

Of course, this perfect person also knew very well that there were indeed important things on the side of the human race, such as the exercises similar to the Sage Heavenly Scripture.

But now is not the time to worry about this matter, the death and injury of the perfect person is a matter of the sky falling for the saint race.

The practice is that it may pose a threat to the saint race in the future, and it is only possible.

But now, it is the saint race that has a fatal disaster.

The death and injury of the perfect one means that the combat power of the saint race has been directly reduced by one-third.

Once this news is leaked out, then it is very likely that some of the original hostile races will attack the saint race.

In such a situation, the Perfectionist has no energy to take care of the affairs of the Terrans.

Therefore, it is because of such things that the saint race is silent about the human race.

As for Zhang Qing, as the ontology, he began to go all out and carry out the final cultivation of the gods.

The so-called convergence of gods is to gather the souls of gods.

This point overlaps with some of the theories of the Supreme Immortal Court.

Without the foundation of the previous forging body, without the bells and whistles of gathering spirits and recruiting soldiers, Huishen is simple and simple, but it is the most important stage.

Huishen is a stage of comprehensively enhancing the existing strength, but it is also the most difficult stage to improve.

If the first three stages do not reach the limit level, Huishen will not be able to reach the limit either.

"It takes a lot of time, energy and patience to gather energy."

Zhang Qing was muttering in his heart about the information about the Huishen stage that Yuan Xinyan had given him, and he knew very well that he probably didn't have time to cultivate this Huishen to the limit.

And even if he had time, it would be difficult for him to improve as quickly as before.

He was able to raise the number of soldiers to the limit in half a year, but he shocked many people.

It's a pity that the original relics have been exhausted, and the growth of the divine soul is much more difficult.

Zhang Qing closed his eyes and pondered, his current level had reached level 62, and it was difficult for him to improve, so he considered whether he should try to ascend first.

After all, wasn't that what I was going to do at the beginning?

The Great Wilderness Terran is more just his back road.

However, when it comes to the Great Wilderness Human Race, Zhang Qing has been paying attention to their movements these days.

The most boiling on the Internet, there are already people who feel an inexplicable call when they are practicing the Shenzang Decision, obviously a strong person who is not weak, and has reached the critical point of ascension.

However, this also caused a lot of panic, worried that Shenzang was some kind of trap, and the summoning feeling was about to attack them.

"If it's really a trap, can you still find it?"

Zhang Qing scoffed at this, but he was not worried.

As more and more people cultivate, there will always be people who can't bear it and try to ascend.

And he is going to be the first to cross the Tribulation Ascended and set an example for them.

Both successful and unsuccessful.