The two gods were confronting, and the divine power permeated the starry sky, shocking all the saints below the Temple of Merit, all kneeling on the ground, their hearts were extremely awe-inspiring, and their bodies were trembling.

Attacked by the gods, Zhang Ruochen was extremely injured, and the holy soul, body, and holy source all became tattered.

In order to resist the divine sound, even the Heavenly Divine Tree in the Qiankun Realm suffered heavy damage, all the leaves on the branches turned into powder, and the earth around the trunk became even more lifeless, turning into a desert.

Fortunately, the Moon God came immediately, otherwise Zhang Ruochen would definitely not have any chance of survival, and even the Qiankun Realm and the Heavenly Divine Wood would be shattered.

It was the power of God, and even just a few words could destroy everything.

With the moonlight entering the body, Zhang Ruochen's body, holy soul, and the wounds on the holy source were healing rapidly, and it didn't take long for him to wake up, and the first thing that caught his eye was a holy fairy face, whether it was skin or facial features, there were no flaws, as if it was carved out of a divine jade fairy crystal.

Any living being, seeing such a beautiful and agile woman, will probably be amazed.

Zhang Ruochen felt like he was in a dream, and couldn't help but say: "It's beautiful." ”

The moon god's eyes stared directly at the Temple of Merit, his eyelashes were long and curved, and when he saw Zhang Ruochen wake up, his hands gently pushed down.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen looked around, and memories came flooding back like a tide, "It turns out that just now, I was almost killed by a certain god in the Temple of Merit, why? I saved the Sage of the Seven Realms of Shatuo and repelled the Rakshasa Clan, shouldn't I be a great hero of the Heavenly Court Realm?"

You must know that Zhang Ruochen's performance on the battlefield of merit is quite good, and his military achievements are impressive, so he should be focused on training and rewarding. However, when he returned to the Heavenly Court Realm, he was killed instead.

This kind of psychological gap made Zhang Ruochen quite depressed.

At the same time, he also understands a cruel fact, he is indeed not strong enough, and he still needs to continue to work hard to cultivate and strive to become stronger, otherwise he will have no power to fight back in front of God.

The Moon God and the Yan God in the Temple of Merit still didn't really fight in the end, because other gods were involved and persuaded them.

God's means are extraordinary, and even if they happen in the presence of the saints, the saints cannot see or hear.

About an hour passed, and finally there was a result.

The voice of the moon god came into Zhang Ruochen's ears, "The god who wants to kill you is called Yan God." ”

"Why did you want to kill me? Just because I used the power of the Qiankun Realm on the battlefield of merit? However, Fang Yi of the Sword Prison Realm also used the power of Bai Weixing. Zhang Ruochen said.

"It's complicated, and I can't explain it to you for the time being. But you can rest assured that he can't touch you, because you are my man. "The voice of the moon god is extremely pleasant to the ear, but it also gives people an unwavering will.

Zhang Ruochen's face showed a smile, raised his head, looked at the bright moon above, and said secretly in his heart: "The backer of the Moon God seems to be quite reliable, and it is not in vain that I desperately helped her win the first place in the Sage's merit battle." The point is, this backer is still exceptionally beautiful, and I guess there are many monks who envy me!"

Soon, Zhang Ruochen put away his smile again, and his eyes gradually became calm, "I'm still very young, so if I get the protection of the moon god, there will be many monks who will envy me." However, as I have been cultivating for longer and older, if I still need the protection of the moon god, it is estimated that many people will laugh at me at that time. ”

"To become stronger, I want to cultivate to the Saint King realm as soon as possible, and even the Great Sage realm, I must support a piece of heaven and earth by myself, even if I don't have the protection of the moon god, I must have the power to protect myself. ”

......

............

It was impossible for the Heavenly Court Realm to let the two gods fight, and someone stepped forward to stop the Moon God and the Yan God, and both gods made a compromise.

The god of Yan did not embarrass Zhang Ruochen again, and the god of the moon did not attack the temple of merit again.

"Wow-"

Outside the Shrine of Merit, a stream of divine light emerged, and a moment later, the Holy Kings and Great Sages of the Seven Realms of Shatuo all appeared in the vast square, with powerful holy power circulating over them.

The four merit battles, the "Sage Merit Battle", the "Saint King Merit Battle", the "Great Sage Merit Battle", and the "God-level Merit Battle" have all ended.

The gods of the Seven Realms of Shatuo were all standing above the Temple of Merit, because the divine power on their bodies was so vast that the sages below couldn't see them clearly.

Zhang Ruochen looked up at the sky and looked at the bright moon, magic clouds, Buddha lotus, and star mist in the sky...... , but didn't feel Chi Yao's breath, and was a little puzzled in his heart.

"Could it be that Chi Yao died on the battlefield of merit?" Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

Since it is a battle of merit, there will inevitably be casualties.

God is indeed powerful, as long as a large-scale divine war does not break out, it will hardly fall, but it is not absolute.

After all, gods are not immortal.

What's more, Chi Yao is still a new god, and his background is not comparable to those gods who have cultivated for tens of thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, even if he dies on the battlefield of merit, it is completely possible.

In the temple of merit, a young figure walked out.

The young figure was a man who looked to be in his twenties, wearing a three-colored armor, with long silver-white hair, and a scarlet three-feather crown on his head.

Behind the young man, followed by two women dressed in white, one with a cold temperament and the other with an elegant temperament, and both of them reached the realm of a one-step saint king.

"It is worthy of being a monk who can enter the Temple of Merit to cultivate, and the two women who walked out casually are both holy kings. Moreover, the aura emanating from them was still quite powerful, even a one-step saint king like the Nine Shadows Sword Saint and Chu Siyuan might not be able to defeat them. Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

Of course, the Nine Shadows Sword Saint and Chu Siyuan were both Saint Kings who had just broken through to the one-step Saint King, and there was still a lot of room for improvement.

Two such powerful women followed behind the silver-haired man like maids, which shows that the silver-haired man must have a high status in the Temple of Merit.

"He's ...... Shang Zixuan?"

"Shang Zixuan, the proud disciple of Yan Shen, is known as the first person in the Temple of Merit in the past 10,000 years, and he is also the leader of the inheritors of the Temple of Merit. ”

"According to legend, Shang Zixuan's appearance is unparalleled in the world, and his personality is extraordinary, as long as he has seen his women, no one can forget him. ”

"This person must be Shang Zixuan. ”

......

The saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo all hated the Meritorious Shrine and felt that the Meritorious Divine Temple didn't care about their life or death at all, but after seeing Shang Zixuan, those female saints couldn't help but hold their breath, attracted by Shang Zixuan's temperament, and it was difficult to look away.

It's not that they are really that nymphomaniac, but Shang Zixuan's temperament is too unique, and he is born with a huge attraction to women, and every move can show extraordinary charm.

With a smile on his face, Shang Zixuan walked out of the temple, leaned forward slightly, sorted out his appearance, and bowed to the god standing in the sky to show respect.

Then, he stood up straight again, and said to the saints below: "The merit battle has ended, and the merit points collected by the four major battlefields have also been entered into the four merit book walls. The younger generation is not talented, and with the permission of the gods, they represent the temple of merit and count the total number of merit values of the seven realms of Shatuo. In the end, the next battlefield is selected based on the ranking of the total number of merit points. ”

Shang Zixuan seemed neither humble nor arrogant, calm and calm, even if there was a god standing in the sky, he was calm and calm, without a trace of panic and gaffe.

At this moment, the Sages and Saint Kings of the Kunlun Realm, the Sword Prison Realm, and the Tianmu Realm were all a little nervous. Because, their three worlds are most likely to be at the bottom and become the battlefield of the battle between the Heavenly Court Realm and the Hell Realm.

Shang Zixuan's sleeves waved, and immediately, on the vast square, there was a buzzing sound, and four merit book walls rose up, recording the merits collected by the Shatuo Seven Realms in the four major battlefields.

The first merit book wall, which represents the god-level merit battle, is blank on it.

In other words, none of the gods of the seventh order of Shatuo have collected merit points.

The second merit book wall represents the Great Sage's merit battle.

The first place is the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, and the bottom one is the Guanghan Realm. Of course, even the lowest-ranked Guanghan Realm had collected 17 billion merit points.

The Great Sages of the Guanghan Realm only killed six Great Sages of the Hell Realm in total.

Obviously, killing a Great Sage of the Hell Realm will get much more merit than killing 10,000 Sages of the Hell Realm.

The third merit book wall represents the merit battle of the Holy King.

The first place is the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, and the bottom one is the Guanghan Realm.

The fourth merit book wall represents the merit battle of the sage, and the first place is the Guanghan realm.

Shang Zixuan slowly raised his arms, and a stream of holy power flew out of his palm, like four rivers of holy power, merging into the four merit book walls.

"Yes. ”

Shang Zixuan snorted softly.

Immediately, the four merit book walls were combined and connected into one, and the merit value data on them were quickly superimposed.

After a while, the total number of merit points of the four major merit battlefields was counted:

Ranked first, the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm.

Ranked second, eight divisions.

Ranked third, Zifu Realm.

Ranked fourth, Tianmu Realm.

Ranked fifth, the Knife Prison Realm.

Ranked sixth, Kunlun realm.

Ranked seventh, the wide cold world.

Although the Guanghan Realm was ranked the lowest, the monks of the Guanghan Realm were all smiling, without a trace of nervousness and worry.

Shang Zixuan withdrew his holy power and smiled again: "According to the rules, the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm has won the first place in the Great Sage Merit Battle and the Holy King's Palace Battle, and the Guanghan Realm has won the first place in the Sage Merit Battle, so the two realms can not be included in the ranking. ”

Shang Zixuan stretched out his finger and swiped twice in the void.

Immediately, the highest-ranked Great Demon Ten Realms and the lowest-ranked Guanghan Realm disappeared from the wall of the merit book.

There are only five worlds left on the top, and the Kunlun realm is at the bottom.

Seeing the rankings on the wall of the merit book, all the monks in the Kunlun realm were like being struck by lightning, and they were stunned, and it was difficult to accept this fact. Because they knew very well that once the Kunlun Realm became a battlefield, it would also mean death and destruction.

Hundreds of millions of people in the Kunlun realm, all kinds of creatures, will soon be caught in the flames of war.

A sage in the Kunlun Realm laughed with tears in his eyes and roared heartbreakingly: "After fighting to the death for so long, how many relatives and friends have died in battle, and in the end it is still like this, why? Why do we come to the Heavenly Court Realm? Why?"

Ten trillion billions, Qingxiao, Nine Shadows Sword Saint, Chu Siyuan, and the Talented Woman of the Holy Book...... Wait, I don't know how many big people in the Kunlun realm are all calm, extremely uncomfortable in their hearts, and they are also very self-blaming. If you work harder and work harder, you may be able to change the outcome.

Unfortunately, there is no longer a chance.

Many of the big figures in the Kunlun Realm knew that even if they didn't come to the Heavenly Court Realm, in a few years, the defenses of the Kunlun Realm would be broken by the Hell Realm, and eventually go to destruction.

When you come to the Heavenly Court Realm, you can at least fight for a chance to survive.

Of course, it seems that they have not won that glimmer of life now.

The cultivators of the Sword Hell Realm and the Tianmu Realm breathed a long sigh of relief, and all of them smiled.

Shang Zixuan said: "Now, it is up to me to announce the final ranking of this merit battle, and ...... with the next battlefield"?

"Wait. ”

A surging and terrifying voice came from the depths of the universe, interrupting what Shang Zixuan was about to say.

Zhang Ruochen's pupils shrank suddenly, looked in the direction where the voice came from, and read two words softly in his mouth: "Chi ...... Yao ......"

(End of chapter)