God Emperor

The Blue Sky Holy Dragon took back its dragon breath, allowing dozens of Rakshasa clan saint kings to regain their freedom.

"Eat Prince Moro, this is your only way to survive." Mo Yin said very indifferently.

The eyes of dozens of holy kings of the Rakshasa tribe were all fixed on Prince Moro, and most of them had fierce glints in their eyes.

"Grand Prince, if you fall into the hands of Zhang Ruochen, you will definitely die. Why don't you help us and give us a chance to survive." A Rakshasa Saint King said solemnly.

Another holy king of the Rakshasa tribe said: "At this point, we have no choice. Prince, I'm sorry!"

With great tacit understanding, dozens of Rakshasa saint kings moved together and walked towards Prince Moro step by step.

There is a saying that if a person does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

What's more, they are all ruthless scoundrels. In order to survive, let alone eating the flesh of Prince Moro, they would still dare to eat the flesh and blood of a god of the Rakshasa tribe.

Prince Moro's eyes were full of fear, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Stop, don't come over. I am the son of the evil god Mo Yue, and I am the great prince personally appointed by many gods. You...ah..."

Before Prince Moro could finish speaking, dozens of Rakshasa saint kings had already pounced on him, biting him with dozens of mouths at the same time, biting off large chunks of flesh and blood, dripping with blood.

For a moment, the shrill scream of Prince Moro rang out in the palace, like the roar of evil spirits in hell, which made people feel creepy.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yi's pupils suddenly tightened, and a look of unbearability appeared in his eyes. Even though she was a Rakshasa, this was the first time she saw a Rakshasa eating a Rakshasa.

Moyin cut off a piece of flesh and blood as big as his chin from the body of Prince Moro. Shi Shiran walked towards Luo Yi and said, "Your Highness, the noble princess, I have chosen the most tender piece of meat for you. Please taste it."

Hearing this, Luo Ni was immediately shocked. Even if it was the flesh and blood of the human race, she would not eat it, let alone the flesh and blood of her own race.

If she really wanted to let her eat the flesh of Prince Moro, it would be even more difficult for her to accept than killing her.

"Wow."

Just when the demonic sound was about to send flesh and blood into Luo Yi's mouth, a brilliant sword light suddenly burst out from Luo Yi's body.

"Click."

The sword light was indestructible, actually cutting off the space chain left by Zhang Ruochen, and at the same time breaking the exquisite seal left by Zhang Ruochen.

A simple sword hilt flew out and fell into Luo Yi's hand.

Motivated by the power of evil, divine light flew out from the hilt of the sword, manifesting countless rules of swordsmanship, intertwined with each other, and transformed into a slender sword body. Extremely rich divine power filled the air. Come on.

No need for Luo Ji to do anything, all the rules of heaven and earth began to revolve around the divine sword.

"Boom."

Pulled by the power of the divine sword, Luoshui suddenly set off a stormy wave, and these waves showed a sharp side, seeming to condense into thousands of sharp swords.

"This is……"

Moyin's expression changed slightly.

When she was in the Northern Territory, she had seen this ancient sword hilt and knew that it was related to the sword tomb.

At first, Luo Ji took out the hilt of the sword and almost took Zhang Ruochen's Taotian Sword away.

Before taking action, Moyin had already carefully searched Luo Yi's body, but did not find the existence of the sword hilt, and did not know where Luo Yi had hidden it.

With the divine sword in his hand, Luo Ni poured all his evil power into it regardless of the cost.

Tens of thousands of sharp sword energy appeared, turning into a terrifying torrent of sword energy, wrapping Luo Yi in it, as if he was in another time and space, making it impossible for anyone to get close.

Moyin wanted to stop her, but unfortunately the vines she extended were crushed to pieces as soon as they touched the torrent of sword energy.

The spirit dragon fire spit out by the Blue Sky Holy Dragon was also blocked by the torrent of sword energy.

"boom."

The torrent of sword energy was unstoppable, instantly destroying the palace, penetrating through many folded spaces in Luoshui, and opening up a passage to the outside of Luoshui.

"help me……"

Prince Moro cried out in pain.

Although there was a look of intolerance in Luo Yi's eyes, he did not hesitate and immediately stepped into the channel opened by the torrent of sword energy.

It's not that she doesn't want to save Prince Moro, but that she has no way to save him. If there is any delay, even she will lose this opportunity to escape.

The hilt obtained from the Sword Tomb was indeed extremely extraordinary, but with her current strength, she was unable to truly exert its power.

But seeing Luo Ni retreating without hesitation, the last hope in Prince Moro's heart was shattered, and he fell completely into the abyss of despair.

The moment Luo Yi stepped into the sword energy channel, the Jiuqu Tianxing suddenly moved. An extremely mysterious sword energy enveloped the entire Jiuqu Tianxing.

The source of this sword intent is the secret mansion where Zhang Ruochen retreats and cultivates.

"Uh-huh."

In an instant, thousands of Zhang Ruochen's figures appeared on the nine-bend sky star, all of them were so solid that it was difficult to tell the real ones from the fake ones.

Every Zhang Ruochen is dancing with a sword, practicing unpredictable sword skills.

"What happened?"

The cultivators of Tianchu Civilization who were practicing on Jiuqu Tianxing were all alarmed.

The terrifying power fluctuations appeared one after another, making people think that Jiuqu Tianxing was attacked by a powerful enemy.

"not good."

Luo Yi's expression changed slightly, and he immediately exited the sword energy channel as quickly as possible.

There was no other reason. The sword intention released by Zhang Ruochen faintly evolved into an independent world, encompassing the entire Jiuqu Tianxing. It actually cut off the passage created by the sword hilt.

"The master is out of seclusion, Luo Ni, you can't escape."

A hint of joy appeared in Moyin's eyes.

Luo Yi didn't pay attention to the magic sound, and stared fixedly at the midair, where a huge holy sword was suspended, thousands of feet high, like a mountain of swords reaching the sky.

The holy sword bloomed with brilliant nine-color brilliance, and the sword body was imprinted with countless mysterious patterns, which were completely natural and seemed to contain the most essential truth of swordsmanship.

For a time, countless rules of heaven and earth gathered together crazily, and the holy energy of heaven and earth condensed into countless phantoms of holy swords. The tips of the swords pointed at the ten thousand feet holy sword, just like ten thousand swords heading towards the sect.

"Buzz."

The hilt of the sword in Luo Yi's hand vibrated violently, and there were signs of it flying out of his hand.

"The Great Perfection of the Way of the Sword." Luo Yi said word by word.

Once you are in the Holy King Realm and successfully practice a certain holy way rule to millions of ways, you can call it Dzogchen.

Theoretically, monks in the Holy King Realm can cultivate up to one million rules of each holy way. However, the monks who can actually reach this step are as rare as a phoenix.

Even if there are one hundred thousand small ways, they can often only cultivate close to one million rules, but cannot truly reach the level of Dzogchen.

Cultivating the Great Way, the Supreme Holy Way, and even the Ancient Way to the Great Perfection is even more difficult than ascending to heaven.

Luo Ji never expected that Zhang Ruochen could actually practice the swordsmanship among the seventy-two supreme saints and create millions of rules of the saints, causing strange phenomena in the world.

There is a huge difference between the rules of a million holy ways and the rules of one rule that can reach millions.

Any kind of holy path will undergo unimaginable and strange changes when it is cultivated to the state of Dzogchen, involving many aspects.

Among the several holy paths that Zhang Ruochen majors in, swordsmanship has always been at the forefront. Before this retreat, it was close to a million paths.

After concentrating on studying the Ten of Swords, the way of swordsmanship finally achieved a great transformation, reaching the state of perfection that countless swordsmen are eager to achieve.

"Uh-huh."

All the figures merged into one, revealing Zhang Ruochen's true body.

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand, and the nine-color holy sword, which was ten thousand feet high, sank directly into his body.

Although the nine-color holy sword is extremely solid and is no different from a real holy sword, its essence is the holy form of swordsmanship cultivated by Zhang Ruochen.

Then, all the strange phenomena that enveloped Jiuqu Tianxing were quickly dissipating.

"Congratulations, master, for your great improvement in cultivation and your great achievement in swordsmanship."

Moyin and Qingtian Holy Dragon immediately stepped forward to congratulate him.

Although both of them were already extremely powerful men who were comparable to the first level below the Great Sage, they still felt tremendous pressure when facing Zhang Ruochen, as if they were facing a powerful Great Sage.

After reaching the Great Perfection in the way of swordsmanship, Zhang Ruochen underwent great changes. This change is not superficial, but stems from the essence.

Especially sword cultivators will feel Zhang Ruochen's changes most clearly.

Zhang Ruochen floated down to the dilapidated palace and looked at the simple hilt of the sword in Luo Yi's hand.

Although Luo Qian tried his best to resist, after Zhang Ruochen released his powerful sword intention, the sword hilt still flew out uncontrollably.

"Return the hilt of the sword to me, it belongs to me." Luo Yi's beautiful eyes widened and he snorted.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and while looking at it, he said: "This thing comes from the Pluto Sword Tomb and does not belong to you."

"Zhang Ruochen, you bully me, why do you always steal my princess's treasures? The sundial is mine, and so is the hilt of the sword." Luo Yi's eyes were full of resentment, he kept grinding his teeth, and his plump peaks undulated violently.

Zhang Ruochen remained unmoved and said calmly: "You are wrong, nothing belongs to you. Even your life is now in my hands."

Hearing this, Luo Qi couldn't help but feel a terrible murderous intention from Zhang Ruochen.

Luo Ji knew very well that Zhang Ruochen had always been very ruthless towards the monks in the hell world. Especially this time when Prince Moro provoked Zhang Ruochen, it was hard to say that she would not be implicated as well.

"Zhang Ruochen, if you kill this princess, it will not do you any good. It will only bring you endless trouble. This princess knows that you will definitely say that you don't care. But in that case, those who regard you as a thorn in their side will , I’m afraid they will all applaud, since you have already obtained the treasure in the Sword Tomb, how about letting me go?" Luo Yi said quickly.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I can give you a chance to live, pass the news to the Rakshasa tribe, and send the ancient tea tree of the holy way that Prince Moro took away back to the Kunlun realm."

As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen cast his gaze towards Prince Moro. Unfortunately, what he saw was only a white skeleton, and all the flesh and blood had been eaten clean by the group of Rakshasa saint kings.

Even so, Prince Moro has not truly died, and his holy source and holy soul still exist.

Reaching out and grabbing it, Zhang Ruochen took the holy source of Prince Moro into his hand, and his holy soul was being sealed inside.

After experiencing all his flesh and blood being eaten away by the holy king of the Rakshasa clan, Prince Moro's spiritual will was already in a state of collapse.

Even if it were given a new body, it would have been destroyed and would not be able to achieve much.

With a thought, Zhang Ruochen took Prince Moro's holy source into the universe and let the evil spirits refine his holy soul.

Immediately, Zhang Ruochen collected the holy bones of Prince Moro.

This skeleton has been immortalized and is equivalent to the bones of the Immortal Great Sage. It has many uses.

At the same time, the magic sound suddenly released a large number of vines, which stabbed out like lightning and pierced the body of a Rakshasa Saint King.

"You... don't keep your word."

All the holy kings of the Rakshasa clan were full of unwillingness.

They had put aside all worries and gnawed clean the flesh and blood of Prince Moro. Unexpectedly, they still had to die in the end.

The demonic voice said coldly: "It is a woman's kindness to keep her word to you monks in the hell realm. Should I let you go back and continue to devour the creatures in the Kunlun realm?"

From the time she and Qingtian Holy Dragon personally took action to capture these Rakshasa clan saint kings, their outcome was already doomed.

Whether it is Prince Moro or these holy kings of the Rakshasa clan, they are the executioners who slaughtered the Painting Sect, how can they be let go?

Within a few moments, the essence of all the holy kings of the Rakshasa clan were swallowed up and turned into mummy corpses, which dissipated one after another as the wind blew.

"Senior Chu, you can rest in peace!" Zhang Ruochen muttered silently in his heart.

After experiencing too much helplessness, misery, and sorrow, Zhang Ruochen's heart gradually became cold and cold before he knew it, and he was no longer as kind as before.

Perhaps this is the price you have to pay for embarking on the path of becoming a strong man and pursuing the path of the emperor.

In any case, Zhang Ruochen felt much more relaxed after avenging Chu Siyuan.

Next, he needs to take back the ancient tea tree of the Holy Dao that belongs to the Painting Sect, and help the talented lady of the Holy Book revive the Painting Sect and Confucianism.

And all this hope rests on Luo Yi.

As a princess of the Rakshasa clan, Rakan's status is more respected than that of Prince Mora. Holding it in his hands may make the Rakshasa clan compromise.

In fact, there is hope that Prince Moro can be exchanged for the ancient tea tree of the holy way.

However, Prince Moro was the murderer of Chu Siyuan, and since Luo Ji had been captured, there was no need to keep him.

"You want to take back the ancient tea tree of the holy way so much, right? Zhang Ruochen, you always pretend to be cold, but you are actually very affectionate! 哏哏!" Luo Qian said.

Obviously, Luo Yi knew everything about Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said coldly: "If you don't want to die, just do as I say."

As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen released an even more terrifying killing intent, and an irresistible will enveloped Luo Yi.

"This princess is just delivering the news, why are you so cruel?" Luo Yi was shocked and couldn't help but curled his lips.

She could feel that Zhang Ruochen was not joking. If he didn't obey, the consequences would be unpredictable.

In order not to really annoy Zhang Ruochen, Luo Ji immediately began to write the content he wanted to convey.

Not long after, Luo Ji wrote down all the words, and after Zhang Ruochen read them, he typed them out immediately.

Asking his clan members to bring out the Holy Ancient Tea Tree to save him, Luo Ji felt very humiliated, but he was helpless. Zhang Ruochen is getting stronger and stronger. Even if she has all kinds of methods, it is no longer possible this time.

Even Yan Wushen, who was so arrogant, fell into the hands of Zhang Ruochen. Even if she lost, it didn't seem so embarrassing.

In Luo Yi's view, Zhang Ruochen's transformation was not only reflected in his cultivation, but also in his heart, which had no flaws.

In order to achieve his goal, he can do whatever it takes.

Zhang Ruochen like this is the most terrifying.