God Emperor

Even if it was a defensive Wanwen holy weapon, after it burst out with its perfect power, its might was quite astonishing.

The thunder and fire that gushed out from the monument shield actually condensed into a giant monument more than a thousand feet high, appearing in front of the shield.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen retreated dozens of miles in a row, and the monument shield in his hand turned red, emitting sparks, as if it was about to melt.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen resisted the lightning column that erupted from the Nine Nine Return to One Formation, stabilized his body, and stood on the ground. Gradually, the monument shield also cooled down.

"It actually... blocked the attack of the Nine Nine Return to One Formation?"

All the Luosha Marquises were surprised.

The major forces in Yushan Realm, Yuanze Insect Realm, and Wancheng Realm were all unable to calm down, and finally realized that Zhang Ruochen's strength might have reached the top level below the Saint King.

He is definitely a talent.

"He is indeed a top master. Pay special attention to him. When he takes off his blood armor, we must see who he is."

"He is probably an old man with a lot of experience. Among the young saints, heroes with such strength are rare."

...

The silver-haired lion showed a fearful look in his eyes. He moved and turned into a stream of light, rushing into the center of the Nine Nine Returns to One Formation.

Next, he personally controlled the formation.

The remaining dozens of Rakshasa marquises also gathered near the Nine Nine Returns to One Formation. Now, they can only suppress the cultivator wearing blood armor with the help of the Nine Nine Returns to One Formation.

"Shua shua."

Zhang Ruochen stepped on a phoenix and a phoenix, constantly changing his body shape, leaving one after another afterimage, and quickly approached the Nine Nine Returns to One Formation.

Although the Nine Nine Returns to One Formation is powerful, it cannot lock Zhang Ruochen at all.

When he reached a position only ten miles away from the Nine-Nine Return to One Formation, Zhang Ruochen lifted up the Ancient Sword of the Deep Abyss with both hands, and continuously injected the holy energy in his body into the sword body.

The sword body radiated a thousand-foot-high light.

Each ray of light was a sword energy, and after falling on the ground, it created a bottomless hole.

This time, Zhang Ruochen directly stimulated the perfect power of the Ancient Sword of the Deep Abyss. The might of the sword that burst out from the sword body made the Luosha Marquis on the ground feel terrified and trembled.

The silver-haired lion felt his scalp tingling, and roared: "The Nine-Nine Return to One Formation will start immediately, launch the strongest attack, and must kill him."

The power of the eighty-one Luosha Marquis was combined. After a moment, the spiritual energy of the world shook violently, and the holy energy gushing out from their bodies was transformed into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning in the sky.

Lightning bolts, like pillars, shuttled between the sky and the sea of ​​thunder and lightning, outlining a scene like the beginning of the world.

The next moment, the eighty-one Luosha Marquises simultaneously extended their palms and pressed towards the sky.

Suddenly, a purple hand hundreds of meters long stretched out from the sea of ​​thunder and lightning and slapped towards Zhang Ruochen.

"Kill." Zhang Ruochen roared.

The ancient sword of Shenyuan burst out with perfect power, condensed into the shadow of a giant sword, and slashed down.

"Boom."

The purple hand was smashed by the ancient sword of Shenyuan, and the terrifying sword energy broke through the sea of ​​thunder and lightning and slashed above the Nine Nine Return to One Formation.

The eighty-one Luosha Marquises only blocked for a moment, and the swords pierced through the light shield above them and slashed heavily on the ground.

"Puff."

All the eighty-one Luosha Marquises were bombarded by the sword energy wave and flew backwards. Twelve of them died on the spot and turned into bloody corpses.

"Run away quickly. Only by asking the second-class Marquis Baiyu to help can we suppress this man." After shouting this, a pair of three-meter-long black wings spread out from the back of the silver-haired lion, turning into a beam of light, rushing into the clouds and flying rapidly towards the wormhole. The other Rakshasa Marquises were also frightened and took off one after another, turning into pieces of dark red holy clouds, just wanting to escape from here as soon as possible. Zhang Ruochen did not chase, but just shouted: "Saint-eating flower." The Saint-eating flower rushed out from Zhang Ruochen's back, and the vines became thicker and longer, rushing to the top of the clouds. Then, tens of thousands of branch vines grew out, completely covering the entire world. Standing on the ground and looking up, you can't see the sky at all, you can only see vines and leaves, as well as the lightning and flames intertwined on the leaves. The current strength of the Saint-eating flower is comparable to that of the Supreme Saint, so it is naturally not difficult to deal with those low-level Rakshasa Marquises. Screams continued to be heard from the vines. Some Luosha Marquises were pierced by the vines of the Holy Flower; some Luosha Marquises were wrapped by vines and leaves, which became tighter and tighter, and finally turned into blood mud.

In terms of large-scale killing methods, Zhang Ruochen is really no match for the Holy Flower.

Of course, there are also several fourth-class marquises who used holy tools to smash some vines and leaves of the Holy Flower and escaped.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the Qingtian Bow, put the White Day Arrow on the bowstring, and pulled it into a full moon.

"Bang."

A sound like a landslide and cracking of rocks sounded.

The White Day Arrow flew out at a hundred times the speed of sound, leaving a tail hundreds of meters long, hitting a fourth-class marquis. Then, the fourth-class marquis screamed and fell from the sky.

The White Day Arrow contains a force of death. Once it hits a living being, the force of death will flow through the blood and invade the body of the living being, devouring the life force of the living being.

It can be said that the White Day Arrow is an arrow of death.

"Bang."

"Boom."

…

Shooting ten arrows in a row, Zhang Ruochen killed all the fourth-class marquis who escaped.

Only the silver-haired human lion used the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact to block the two arrows and escaped from the battlefield dragging his seriously injured body.

"Only the third-class Marquis can withstand two arrows from me without dying. I wonder how powerful the second-class Marquis is?"

The silver-haired lion had already flown thousands of miles away. Even if he shot another day arrow, he would not be able to kill him. Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to put away the blue sky bow and day arrow.

Zhang Ruochen looked at this battlefield filled with chaotic holy power. The remains of saints could be seen everywhere, and even the soil on the ground was dyed red by the holy blood.

"I originally thought that cultivating to become a saint means being above all living beings and enjoying the worship and respect of countless living beings. However, with greater power comes greater responsibility, and we must fight for the survival of the Mother Realm. And this battle, Even the life of a saint is like a piece of grass.”

Zhang Ruochen felt deeply in his heart.

If possible, Zhang Ruochen would rather live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, drink wine, row a boat, and enjoy the beautiful scenery, preferably with a confidante by his side.

The imagination is always so beautiful, but the reality in front of you can tear all your dreams to pieces.

Zhang Ruochen put away his thoughts and struck out Shen Yuan's ancient sword. The weapon spirit controlled the sword body and flew over the ruined battlefield. He began to refine the holy weapons of the Saints of the Sword Hell Realm and the Marquis of the Rakshasa Tribe.

You must know that more than a thousand saint-level creatures died on the entire battlefield, and the grades of their holy weapons were extremely high. If they were all refined, it would be enough to greatly improve the grade of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

"Wow——"

The Hundred Saint Blood Armor covering Zhang Ruochen's body turned into a glove again.

Then, a holy soul clone came out of his body.

The holy soul clone gradually condensed into a real body, which looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen's real body.

Zhang Ruochen asked the holy soul clone to carry two treasure bottles to collect the blood and holy soul of Marquis Rakshasa, while his true body walked towards the two saints of the Sword Hell Realm.

The two saints of the Sword Hell Realm have recovered more than half of their injuries after swallowing the Holy Healing Pill.

The other five arms of the one-armed holy man all grew back, and all six arms emitted dazzling holy light. When he gently clenched his fist, there was a deafening sound of wind and thunder.

The scarlet tiger's injuries had healed, and it had re-condensed into a human form, transforming into a giant man with a huge back and a bear-like waist. Beside him stood a holy sword as wide as a door panel, with a cold light emitting from the blade.

When the sage with six arms saw Zhang Ruochen approaching, he realized that this man was actually quite young, and he couldn't help but feel a little amazed.

What kind of young hero is he?

"Thank you, my friend, for coming to the rescue." The Holy Saint of Chihu cupped his fists and said.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the two of them indifferently and said, "No need to thank me, I have no intention of saving you at all."

Both the Six-Armed Saint and the Red Tiger Saint have lived for more than five hundred years. They are so smart that they have seen through everything long ago and knew that Zhang Ruochen deliberately used the Sword Prison Realm to weaken the Rakshasa clan's combat power. Otherwise, with his strength, if he had stood up to deal with the Rakshasa clan earlier, how could the Sword Prison World be completely annihilated?

However, the Six-Armed Saint and the Red Tiger Saint understood that with their strength, they were no match for Zhang Ruochen, so they could only pretend to be confused.

The six-armed sage smiled and said: "If it hadn't been for Your Majesty's intervention, the two of us would have died in the siege of the Rakshasa tribe. We owe this favor. From now on, wherever we are useful, our friends only need to give orders. We must repay the kindness no matter how devastated we are."

Zhang Ruochen had no intention of being a good person, nor did he intend to have any friendship with them. He said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over the holy blood and holy soul."

The smiles on the faces of the Six-Armed Saint and the Red Tiger Saint disappeared, and their eyes became gloomy.

What is supposed to come will eventually come.

Fiery flames surged out from the body of the Holy Saint Chihu, and a cloud of fire spread out. He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is too domineering. Do you think the Sword Prison World is still afraid of you?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Hand over the holy blood and holy soul, and I can let you live. If you don't hand over, I can only kill you, and then take away the holy blood and holy soul."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy, right? If this saint blows up the holy source, we will all die."

The Holy Red Tiger is ready to intimidate Zhang Ruochen and force Zhang Ruochen to give in.

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(Some readers said that Zhang Ruochen gave Mu Lingxi the Blood Armor of the Ten Saints. Please reply here. Didn’t Zhang Ruochen kill many Death Knights and get many of the Blood Armor of the Ten Saints? Not just one, but There are many tools.)