In the distance, on the high mountains, on the boulders, Wuxin was dressed in black, swollen in the wind.

And when Wuxin saw this extremely shocking scene, a terrible idea was born in Wuxin's heart, that is: Zhang Zichen killed all seventy-two rooms in this instant!

Wuxin was a little unconvinced.

Not to mention Zhang Zichen, a monk in the realm of a true monarch, even if he was unintentional, he couldn't kill the seventy-two rooms that had sacrificed his Dao diagram at this moment.

But Zhang Zichen seems to have done it, is this an illusion?

"This must be fake! Zhang Zichen can't have such great ability!"

Unintentionally shook his head and denied all this.

However, the facts seem to be laid out in front of everyone, and they have to believe even if they don't believe it.

The sun in the sky shone on the earth, but in the distant forest, there was a rain of blood.

When everything was quiet, everyone saw a figure suspended in the distance in the air, this figure was covered in blood red, and he carried a black broadsword that radiated six-colored light in his hand.

Who is this person, not Zhang Zichen?

Zhang ...... Zhang Zichen: He's still alive?"

Tan Lu was a little unconvinced.

"How could Zhang Zichen still be alive? Those seventy-two monks were formed together, that formation was super powerful, and the strength was comparable to that of a Saint Monarch powerhouse, how could Zhang Zichen survive the attack of a Saint Monarch powerhouse?"

One question after another arose in Tan Lu's mind.

Originally, Tan Lu thought early on that Zhang Zichen was destined to die, and he would definitely die in the hands of those seventy-two monks.

Moreover, when the monk and the others all sacrificed their own Dao diagrams, Tan Lu was even more convinced that Zhang Zichen would definitely be killed.

But it was such a collision, and all the seventy-two monks were shattered, and all of them exploded and died, while Zhang Zichen was suspended in mid-air with a relaxed face.

It's a bit puzzling.

Who is this Zhang Zichen, and why can he defeat the power of the Saint Monarch Realm with the cultivation of the True Monarch Realm?

But no one knows these problems.

Even Zhang Zichen didn't know who he was, because he was just a person created by his master Zhang Tianxi using his own essence blood and a mysterious Dao Ancestor Relic.

If we really want to investigate Zhang Zichen's life experience, then we must trace the source of this Dao Ancestor Relic, and whose Dao Ancestor Relic it is? At least no one knows now.

Zhang Zichen's strong strength gave Wuxin a shock, and also gave Tan Lu a shock, and of course, Feng Ruotan, Lu Wenxing and Mao Zhijing were surprised.

"That'...... The one who survived was Brother Zhang!"

"That's right, that's Brother Zhang!"

"Great! It's amazing! Brother Zhang actually defeated those seventy-two monks. ”

Feng Ruotan and the other three had both surprise and surprise on their faces, and everyone was extremely excited.

Before, the three of them were still arguing with Tan Lu, saying that Zhang Zichen would definitely survive, but in fact, they already knew the outcome of the matter in their hearts.

With Zhang Zichen's strength against the formation of seventy-two monks, Zhang Zichen's chances of winning were almost zero.

But now, a miracle has happened, and Feng Ruotan and they were stunned for a long time, and then they began to cheer for Zhang Zichen.

Just now, Feng Ruotan, Lu Wenxing and Mao Zhijing were also injured by Tan Lu, although it was a minor injury, but now, Feng Ruotan's body was still a little painful.

However, Feng Ruotan couldn't care so much, he walked up to Tan Lu tremblingly, and sneered: "Tan Lu Zhenjun, what's wrong?

Tan Lu was shocked, she was very surprised, now she was still pale, and she hadn't fully reacted.

Hearing Feng Ruotan's ridicule, Tan Lu snorted coldly and retorted: "Feng Ruotan, even if Zhang Zichen survives from the hands of those seventy-two monks, so what? Don't forget, there is also a Saint Monarch powerhouse here, hum! This time, I'm afraid Zhang Zichen is in a catastrophe?"

As soon as Tan Lu said this, Feng Ruotan's face changed suddenly, and he stared at the black-clothed monk standing on the boulder not far away.

This monk has the cultivation of the early realm of the Holy Monarch, and his strength is outstanding.

Zhang Zichen may really be dying this time.

Seeing that Feng Ruotan and the others were all silent, and no one spoke, Tan Lu sneered again: "Feng Ruotan, Feng Gongzi, what's wrong? Why don't you speak? Do you think that Zhang Zichen can still survive from the hands of this Saint Monarch powerhouse?"

"......" is like a long wind, and the face is like dead ashes.

"......" Lu Wenxing and Mao Zhijing also had nothing to say, and were stunned in place.

They really can't refute Tan Lu's words.

And just as they were arguing, on the boulder, the monk dressed in black moved.

Whew-

The black clothes on the monk's body were immediately torn off by him, and in an instant, the clothes under the monk's black clothes were displayed in the air.

Wuxin was dressed in a monk's robe, and a gold and red robe was draped over his shoulders.

It was at such an instant that on top of this robe, a strong golden light was emitted, the golden light was dazzling, and there was an unintentional coercion, which made Tan Lu and Feng Ruotan and the others have no strength to resist.

Fortunately, Wuxin didn't stay on the boulder for long, after he tore off the black clothes on his body, his body moved, and he saw a snort, the golden figure flashed, and the monk Wuxin had already left the boulder and flew into the distance.

There was nothing under the feet of the heartless monk, and in an instant, it was suspended ten zhang away from Zhang Zichen.

Having just arrived at this place, the Wuxin monk looked at the forest under his feet......

It is said that it is a forest, but in fact, there is no forest in this area for a long time.

This large area of forest has long been reduced to nothing in the fight between Zhang Zichen and Seventy-two Rooms.

Today, the ground is a mess, and the earth and rocks are flying.

At a glance, countless severed limbs lay on the earth and rocks, and countless blood-red liquids soaked the entire ground.

These corpses are the corpses of the seventy-second chamber, and these red liquids are the blood of the seventy-second chamber.

Seventy-two rooms, seventy-two monks, were obviously killed by Zhang Zichen with one blow.

Zhang Zichen has such a powerful power!

This tragic situation made the heartless monk's heart suddenly vigilant, he knew that he would definitely be a death battle today, so he had to be careful.

However, there is one thing that makes the unintentional monk respect Zhang Zichen.

Because, although Zhang Zichen killed these seventy-two monks with one sword, these seventy-two monks only died with their bodies, but their souls were all well preserved.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a monk, the most important thing for him is his soul, and it is also his soul.