The stone knife cut off the Red Star God Son into two pieces.

The power contained on the knife was so terrible. The body of the Red Star God Son was hit and exploded directly, turning into two clouds of cold fog of death.

These two swords were too stunning and too domineering, which made the dead clan and the monks in the Heavenly Court unable to speak.

Some of the monks were even more shocked by their souls and almost knelt on the ground and bowed to Zhang Ruochen. At this time, Zhang Ruochen was like a sword god coming to the world.

Holding the fairy machine compass, Zhang Ruochen moved forward step by step. Every time he took a step, the world would tremble.

"Start the death altar."

The son of the Source Demon God no longer dared to underestimate Zhang Ruochen. His face was ferocious, he roared, and then poured his own strength into the altar of death.

Not only him, but other powerful people of the Death Clan standing on the altar of death are also doing the same thing.

Everyone can watch it. Zhang Ruochen is almost invincible. Only by joining forces and breaking through the barrier of time and space first can you have a way out today.

The power of the death altar was activated to the extreme, and a dark light rushed straight into the sky, trying to penetrate the space-time barrier.

Originally, the Dead Clan planned to let the Death Altar draw enough power and brew a killer move to break through the space barrier between the star domain where the Dead Clan is located and the Kunlun Realm, so that the Dead Clan army can drive forward and attack the entire Northern Region with lightning speed.

They never expected that in the end they would use it to resist Zhang Ruochen, the killing star.

"Break it for me."

The son of the Source Demon God shouted violently and activated the altar of death with all his strength.

As long as the barrier of time and space is broken, Zhang Ruochen and the powerful people in the Heavenly Court will not be afraid.

Even though the barrier of time and space is related to the Sumeru Holy Monk, the Sumeru Holy Monk has been dead for many years, so how much divine power can it be left?

With the strangeness of the death altar, it is not impossible to break it.

"You can't leave!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were cold and murderous intent was fierce.

"Wow."

The power of the stone knife condensed to the extreme and suddenly slashed down at the death altar.

A terrifying sword light slashed out, and the space became extremely unstable, with slight cracks appearing.

"boom."

A more dazzling light rose from the death altar, trying to withstand the sword light.

However, the sword light is invincible, and no matter how strong the defense power of the death altar is, it cannot be resisted.

"Click."

The moment the sword light touched, the death altar made a sound of rupture.

"Rumbling."

The sword light burst out like thunder, and the devastating power spread in all directions, flooding the altar of death.

With the death altar as the center, the large-scale floor of Xianji Mountain broke down on a large scale, like a major earthquake that could not be stopped by humans.

In the dark ground, blue lights emerged, protecting the blue palace.

In a moment, the death altar collapsed completely and turned into ashes.

Not only did the death altar turn into ashes and disappear without a trace, but the dozens of top powerhouses on the death altar are missing, and nothing is left.

The powerful people of the Death Clan standing on the altar of death are all very powerful, and their cultivation has reached the Heavenly Realm, with dozens of people.

Seeing this result, Xiang Chunan couldn't help but widen his eyes and said in shock: "I'm so scary, that's too terrifying. Such a powerful dead clan has been destroyed, and there is no scum left."

Now it seems that his previous worries were completely redundant.

"Escape quickly."

Seeing this scene, the army of the dead suddenly fell into panic and fled in scattered areas.

Even those sons and goddesses were destroyed. How could they fight against Zhang Ruochen?

Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly and looked up at the position where the dark light released from the death altar had impacted.

Just as the stone knife shattered the death altar, he vaguely felt an extremely slight fluctuation in the space-time barrier.

As expected, at that moment, someone should have passed through the barrier of time and space and escaped.

But he couldn't be sure how many escaped and who escaped.

I have to say that this group of dead people is really powerful. In the situation just now, someone could escape.

"It's a pity that so many powerful dead tribes have all been destroyed in form and spirit, nothing is left, and a lot of merit is wasted." Feng Yan sighed.

Xiang Chunan nodded and said, "That's right, it's really a waste, and all the treasures on them are wasted."

"There are still many merits left." Zhang Ruochen turned his eyes to the fleeing monks of the dead.

While speaking, he activated the fairy machine compass again to control the incomplete formations hidden in the fairy machine mountain. He did not intend to let go of the remaining nearly 200,000 dead tribe army.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen using this trick again, Xiang Chunan hurriedly said, "Brother, be careful, don't beat them all to the point of destroying both body and spirit, then we will be in vain!"

Zhang Ruochen said, "Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility."

"boom."

The formation was running, and hundreds of silver lightning flashes appeared out of thin air, slashing at the dead clans who were running around in all directions.

"ah."

Thrilling screams sounded one after another.

Anyone who was struck by silver lightning, those dead people fell from mid-air, and most of them died directly. Even if they were not dead, they were seriously injured and lost the power of resistance.

Some of the dead clans were very brave and did not lose their positions. They formed a battle formation and wanted to fight against Zhang Ruochen.

Unfortunately, there are no top-notch people among them, and the strongest one is just the cultivation level of the Dao Realm. Even if there are many, it will be useless.

It didn't take long for Xianji Mountain to become quiet. Most of the dead were killed by Zhang Ruochen using the formation, and the rest were solved by Feng Yan, Xiang Chunan and Pei Yutian.

"it's over!"

Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief and sent the fairy machine compass into the dark underground.

The battle ended, and the fairy machine compass returned to its original owner.

Without a moment of stopping, Zhang Ruochen and his six men took action to clean the battlefield and collect spoils.

Not to mention anything else, the nearly 200,000 army of dead tribes have all their cultivation levels above the holy realm. The merit value that can be exchanged is at least 200,000 billion points, which is enough to make two or three people atop the "Saint King Merit List" in the Heavenly Court Realm.

And the merit value of 200 to 30 billion points can be exchanged for a large number of precious merit treasures, which is of great significance.
Chapter completed!