God Emperor

Ancestral Spirit Realm, Northern World.

On a vast desert, stands a rocky mountain nearly 10,000 meters high. In the mountain, there are dense wind tunnels, and the evil power emanating from them makes the sky above the mountain thickly covered with a strange dark cloud.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint came to the bottom of the desert, with his long hair loose, and a cold look in his eyes, saying: "Come out!"

"Wow--"

Densely packed Rakshasa monks rushed out from those wind tunnels, with a number of more than 100,000.

Among them, there are more than 60 Rakshasa with wings, flying in the sky, rushing towards the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

You know, all Rakshasa with wings have the cultivation of the saint realm.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint was fearless, and his pair of saintly eyes stared forward. Suddenly, dense sword energy flew out, like a wave dozens of feet high, chopping the attacking Rakshasa into a cloud of blood mist.

At the same time, the Nine Nether Sword Saint grabbed a holy sword, flew to the sky, and charged into the group of Rakshasa saints.

Every time a sword was chopped down, a saint would die.

About two hours later, this desert was filled with the corpses of Rakshasa monks, tens of thousands of them.

Only the Nine Nether Sword Saint was still standing straight in the desert, his body spotless.

Some big figures in the Heavenly Court were all a little surprised when they saw this scene.

"This saint in the Kunlun Realm is too powerful. It is estimated that he has the strength to compete with the Saint King."

"This person is at the saint level. According to the Taoist division of the sword, he should have practiced the sword eight to the great perfection. Pay special attention to this person, write down his name, and must win him over to our Wancheng Realm."

...

Zuling Realm, Western World.

Chu Siyuan stood in the center of a large lake, holding a two-meter-long paintbrush, using blood as ink, and was painting on the lake.

"Kill."

On all sides of the lake, hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa armies, including more than 80 Rakshasa saints, rushed towards him, and the whole world was wrapped in the dark red evil spirit.

Chu Siyuan injected his spiritual power into the painting and shouted: "The sun shoots blood beads and drips on the ground, and the wind blows the flames to burn people."

The next moment, the water in the lake seemed to have turned into oil and burned violently.

In an instant, the area of ​​a thousand miles was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

In less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa armies were burned to ashes.

Of course, those Rakshasa saints with high cultivation levels were not burned to death. They spread their wings and immediately fled to the distance.

"Still want to leave?"

Chu Siyuan used a brush to quickly draw on the lake.

With every stroke, a fire dragon flew up from the lake and chased the dozens of Rakshasa saints who were still alive. Soon, more than a thousand fire dragons appeared in the sky flying together, burning all the Rakshasa saints who wanted to escape to death.

Some big worlds in the Heavenly Court Realm were in an uproar again.

"The mental strength of this old man is infinitely close to the fifty-fifth level. The key is that his attainments in painting are really terrible."

"Why hasn't this kind of person broken through to the Saint King realm yet? Is he deliberately suppressing his realm, waiting for the Saint's Merit Battle?"

"Not necessarily, it may be that the cultivation environment in the Kunlun Realm is too poor, making it difficult for them to break through to the Saint King realm."

"Write down his name. This person's attainments in painting are so high. After coming to the Heavenly Court Realm, he has a lot of cultivation resources. It's only a matter of time to break through to the Great Saint realm."

Whether it is Jiuyou Sword Saint and Chu Siyuan, or some other old figures in the Kunlun Realm, they actually have quite terrible talents, but the environment suppresses them, so that they have practiced for hundreds of years and still remain in the Supreme Saint realm.

Jiuyou Sword Saint's swordsmanship and Chu Siyuan's painting have reached extremely high levels. Their hundreds of years of accumulation are not comparable to those juniors.

Soon, more than 20 days passed. Zhang Ruochen cultivated in the inner space of the time-space crystal for a full three months and refined all the Condensed True Holy Dew on his body.

"I have reached the state of half-real and half-virtual, but I am still a little short of the True Saint realm."

The Tongtian River in Zhang Ruochen's Qi Sea became much more solid, and the rules of the Holy Dao appeared one by one, flowing in the river.

Only one step away from "transforming the virtual into the real".

"I still underestimated the demand of the Tongtian River for the Condensed True Holy Dew. It is estimated that another 3,000 drops of Condensed True Holy Dew are needed to break through to the True Saint realm."

"Other saints only need 500 drops of Condensed True Holy Dew to break through from the early stage of the Tongtian realm to the True Saint realm. Even a genius like Bu Ji only needs 2,000 drops. And I, after refining 10,000 drops, it is still not enough."

"Where can I find 3,000 drops of Condensed True Holy Dew?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and shook his head, then walked out of the space crystal.

After arriving at the Ancestral Spirit Realm, the growth rate of the Holy Flower has become particularly fast. The flower on the top of the vine has withered, and a small fruit has replaced it.

This is the second fruit of the Holy Flower!

The first time the Holy Flower bloomed, the fruit it produced was the virtual body of the Holy Flower.

The virtual body has merged with its real body.

The second time the Holy Flower bloomed, the fruit it produced was the physical body of the Holy Flower.

Of course, the second fruit has just taken shape and is still some distance away from maturity.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "How much blood and holy souls have you collected?"

The Holy Flower took out two treasure bottles and handed them to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen used his mental power to investigate, frowned slightly and said, "Only 1,540 drops of blood and 2,032 rays of holy soul."

"Master, I have been running with all my strength. Only when I encounter Rakshasa, I will kill them." said the Holy Flower of Food.

Zhang Ruochen put away the two treasure bottles, took out the map, and asked, "Where are we now?"

"Jade Golden Mountain Range." Food Saint Flower said.

Zhang Ruochen found the location of the Yujin Mountains on the map and said, "It took more than twenty days to cover two million miles. It can be seen that you have tried your best."

"However, it is still far away from the Giant Whale River Basin." Food Saint Hanadao.

"So, we must save time... we can only borrow wormholes. You see, there is a wormhole at the head of the Yujin Mountains and the Giant Whale River Basin, which can connect the two places." Zhang Ruochen said.

On the map, the locations of each wormhole space are marked.

The Holy Flower of Food advised: "Master, you must not do it. All the wormholes in the ancestral spirit world are controlled by the Rakshasa tribe, and there are a large number of troops and strong men guarding them."

"I also went to explore the wormhole in the Yujin Mountains. There are millions of Rakshasa troops stationed there, and the number of saints is more than a thousand. There are even more than one holy aura, from emanating from the army.”

"So many strong men gathered together and struck out at the same time, even the Holy King couldn't withstand it. What's more, there are a large number of formation inscriptions near the wormhole. If we break through, we will undoubtedly seek death."

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "There are such a huge number of Rakshasa monks gathered. It seems that it is not an easy task to conquer a wormhole."

"That's right." Food Saint Flower said.

"However, they also have a lot of merit, so I am really unwilling to give up like this. Go back the same way and take me to the wormhole space to have a look." Zhang Ruochen said.

Now that Zhang Ruochen had made his decision, the Holy Flower of Food was naturally unable to resist and had to take him to the wormhole at the head of the Yujin Mountains.

Zhang Ruochen sat in the golden dragon chariot, and while rushing on the road, he took out the thousands of war weapons collected by the Holy Flower and handed them to Shen Yuan's ancient sword for refining.

The grades of those warriors are not high. The refining speed of Shen Yuan's ancient sword is extremely fast. Three or four warriors can be refined in almost every breath.

Zhang Ruochen picked up one of the axe-shaped warriors, felt the aura on the giant axe, and sensed an extremely evil force, "Is this the evil aura mentioned in the book? Compared with the evil aura of death, it is weaker. It is similar to the blood evil spirit of the undead blood clan. It seems that in the hell world, the status of the dead clan should be higher than that of the Rakshasa clan and the undead blood clan. "

The advantage of the undead vampires is that their vitality is strong and their physical strength is stronger than that of ordinary human monks. They can more easily cultivate their bodies to become saints.

Almost all men of the Rakshasa tribe are born with divine power, and their bodies are also extremely powerful, comparable to those of the undead vampires.

Women of the Rakshasa tribe have extremely high talents in spiritual power, and can more easily become spiritual semi-saints or even spiritual saints.

…

When Zhang Ruochen was rushing to the wormhole in the Yujin Mountains, a large number of saints also gathered here in the Sword Prison Realm, one of the seven realms of Shatuo.

Because they received news that Jiezi from the Sword Prison Realm discovered the merit book wall of the Southern World in the Giant Whale River Basin, so they were ready to rush over to meet Jiezi.

At this moment, they gathered in a canyon about 12,000 miles away from the wormhole. There were more than 850 saints.

Among them, the two most holy ones and the six true saints are the leaders.

A male true saint with scales on his face said with some disdain: "Except for those first-class marquises, the rest of the monks in the Rakshasa tribe are all a mob and should not be feared. Today, we will guard the wormhole. All the Rakshasa are surrounded and killed, and they can earn a lot of merit points just before they rush to see Jiezi."

A holy saint sitting at the top, with a total of six arms and a long white beard, snorted: "Xu Fang, don't think that you are among the top twenty true saints in the sword hell world. You can be arrogant. A few days ago, I met a second-class marquis from the Rakshasa tribe and was almost killed by him. How do you think your strength compares to me?"

"Is it true? The strength of the second-class Marquis is also so terrifying?"

The true saint named Xu Fang showed a shocked look.

The six-armed sage nodded and said: "In the Rakshasa tribe, only those who have reached the realm of saints can be granted the title of marquis. Marquises are divided into ten levels."

"The lower realm saint is a tenth-level marquis."

"The saint in the middle realm is the ninth-level marquis."

…

"The Rakshasa who has just reached the holy realm is only a third-class marquis."

"Only the top powerful ones among the Holy Saints can be granted the title of second-class marquis."

"As for the first-class marquis, each one is a legend and can be called an invincible existence under the Holy King. Now, only a few first-class marquis have appeared, and everyone should have heard their names. In just over twenty years, Heaven, each of them killed more than a thousand saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo."

"Even if there is a second-class marquis among the Rakshasa saints guarding the wormhole, we will suffer heavy losses. If we encounter a first-class marquis, I am afraid that our entire army will be annihilated."

"It's better to be careful. After all, we have collected a lot of blood and holy souls and must send them safely to the Giant Whale River Basin."