God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen stood on the top of Sword Mountain, full of energy, with the energy to swallow mountains and rivers. He raised his voice and said: "Swordsmen should show their sharpness and break through the clouds and make the moon. They should not sleep here and turn into rusty mud. Seniors, please follow me. Should I leave together? I will definitely choose someone who is destined to inherit the sword for you in the new civilization of the sword world."

"Zheng!"

Thousands of swords roared together, and the sound lasted for a long time.

"good!"

Zhang Ruochen pressed his hands on his temples, activated the space-time divine martial arts mark between his eyebrows, collected all the thousands of swords on the Sword Mountain and the Sword Mountain, and placed them in the universe.

Then a sword realm shrouded by powerful sword intent appeared in the world of heaven and earth.

Most of these swords have lost their spirituality and are like scrap metal. However, there are still some, which are peerless swords that will last forever and are truly divine weapons.

Zhang Ruochen's words just now were definitely not lies, he truly wanted to revive the sword world.

On the battlefield of Huntian, Zhang Ruochen promised the Realm Master of Jiannan Realm to protect Jiannan Realm for ten thousand years and pass on the Dharma to Jiannan Realm. At that time, he only regarded this matter as a transaction.

Later, when he competed with the Ghost City of Disha, the Palace of Eternal Life, and the Sea of ​​Bones, he just wanted to fulfill his promise.

But when he came to the Tomb of Swordsmanship, he gained ten thousandths of the secret of Swordsmanship, the cleansing marrow of Ten Thousand Swords and the sword spirit of the Sword Ancestor. He also saw the glory and ruin that the sword world had experienced, and was deeply touched in his heart. , as if transformed into a part of the sword world.

Just like this, the desire to revive the sword world and promote the way of swordsmanship is no longer a transaction or a promise, but something that comes from the heart.

Zhang Ruochen walked in the desolate tomb forest, with deep footprints, looking at the mottled tombstones and the sword sheath inserted in front of the tombstone.

There is a tomb, but no one.

There is a scabbard, but the sword does not return.

He couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and he chanted:

"Three thousand divine swords left their sheaths, leaving hundreds of miles of empty tombs without anyone to return them."

"Those who bury their swords will leave their courage behind, and in future generations we will surely conquer the heavens."

…

Zhang Ruochen and A Le embarked on the return journey.

For Zhang Ruochen, being able to obtain the secret of the sword and the soul of the sword, and condense the soul of the Heavenly Sword in the Hundred Flails Realm, the trip to the Origin Temple has been completed.

Next, there are two more things to do.

First, check whether Bai Qing'er has attracted monks from various major forces to the Temple of Origin.

For her, this is her final training and test before she becomes a god, and it will definitely come. Moreover, the bigger the trouble, the more chaotic the situation, the better, so that she can retire successfully.

This point coincides with Zhang Ruochen's purpose.

Second, Zhang Ruochen must find a way to protect Jiannan Realm as much as possible.

This is a change in mentality after going to the Kendo Tomb Forest.

Before, he just wanted to save more creatures in Jiannan Realm, and he did not have such a strong sense of responsibility now.

The more you get, the greater the responsibility.

There are only two ways to save Jiannanjie.

Either take away the southern realm of Jian, or lead the gods elsewhere.

The Jiannan Realm is huge and boundless. With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, it is quite reluctant to carry a growing Qiankun Realm. It is obviously impossible to include it in the Qi Sea.

If you want to carry a big world like Jiannan Realm, ordinary gods will definitely not be able to do it. At least it will be possible for gods to survive the catastrophe of Yuanhui.

However, considering that the Origin Temple is also in the Jiannan Realm, it is feared that the God Lord will take action to bring the Jiannan Realm into his own divine world.

If you want to keep the Jiannan Realm, you can only find a way to lure the gods to other places.

However, with him being a mere Hundred Flail Realm great saint, not to mention leading away the gods, any one of the gods could kill him with a casual blow.

While Zhang Ruochen was thinking hard about countermeasures, the voice of the Golden Burying White Tiger sounded: "If the origin temple is taken away and it is just a Sword South Realm, my Golden Burying God Realm world can hold it for a short time."

"Can you release your divine power and collect the Southern Sword Realm?" Zhang Ruochen said in surprise.

The Golden Burying White Tiger said: "Of course we can't release too much divine power, we are only releasing the divine world, and you have to carry the divine world, so that we can hide it from the perception of heaven. Otherwise, we will all die when heaven's punishment comes."

"Okay, that's the decision for now."

With the help of the Golden Burial White Tiger, Zhang Ruochen felt that the burden on his shoulders was much lighter and he became more confident.

…

The Origin Temple has long been reduced to ruins, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.

There are ruined walls that are tens of feet high, a huge unicorn stone sculpture standing among the rocks, and a sword stele lying at the bottom of the ravine. They are so dilapidated, but so magnificent.

There are also broken formations and ancient killing patterns scattered everywhere.

Even if a great sage breaks in, he may trigger the formation and cause death.

But for Da Sikong and Er Sikong at this moment, they couldn't care so much. Their Buddhist robes were in tatters, their mouths were full of blood, and they fled quickly among the ruins.

Every time the formation was touched, sword energy flew out from the formation and struck them, making the two monks scream.

They didn't dare to stop. The sound of breaking water was intensive behind them, and there were dozens of great saints chasing them.

"Two masters go first, let's stop them."

True killing, true greed, and true delusion, the three monks released powerful auras of death and Tao realms, turning into three bright and bright light shuttles, rushing towards the pursuers behind them.

The three of them are all in a state of immortality.

With the strength of three people, without using any soldiers, they defeated dozens of great saints. If they had not been compassionate and had no thoughts of murder, I am afraid that some great saints would have fallen.

A loud shout came from a distance: "You are the white-robed God of Death from the Temple of Death, not Buddhist cultivators. Please wake up soon."

The voice contains powerful spiritual power and death thoughts.

The spirits and holy souls of True Killing, True Greed, and True Greed were suppressed and stood there dumbly.

Nan Sheng and the four great saints from the Temple of Death flew over quickly, cutting through the thick water, leaving five white water lines.

Seeing Nan Sheng appear, the dozens of great saints around him all looked at each other with fearful and frightened expressions, and quickly retreated.

They all knew that Da Sikong and Er Sikong had a lot of holy medicines in their bodies, so they were extremely unwilling to do so and still wandered far away, waiting for the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Nan Sheng stood on the shoulders of a broken stone sculpture more than ten feet high, glanced at Da Sikong and Er Sikong who were fleeing, and smiled sarcastically: "It's just two immortal realm saints who saw me, and they actually wanted to escape. "

"Nan Sheng, don't kill them. Since they call Zhang Ruochen uncle, catching him might be of great use." A great sage from the Temple of Death with a crocodile head said.

Nan Sheng nodded, released his mental power, and condensed two gray chains.

The gray chains are formed by the rules of heaven and earth, like two spiritual snakes, entwining towards Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

"Don't hurt my two masters."

The real kill dissolved Nan Sheng's mental power, Buddha's light appeared in his eyes, his hands were clasped together, and a ten-foot-long giant sword condensed on top of his head.

His hands slashed down, and the giant sword followed.

"Boom."

The two mental power chains were broken immediately.

"Well done, really killing." Da Sikong turned around and couldn't help but praise.

Nan Sheng was a little confused at first, and then he became angry. Faintly, he heard the laughter of the Great Sage in the distance.

I don’t know whether he was laughing at him or at the Temple of Death.

The white-clothed killing god in the Death Temple's eternal life turned into a Buddhist cultivator, and in turn became the enemy of the Death Temple. Is there anything funnier than this?

True greed and true delusion also resolved Nan Sheng's mental suppression, and each formed a Buddha seal, but a killing sword condensed on top of his head and attacked Nan Sheng.

"You go and capture those two monks, and I will suppress these three disgraceful things."

Nan Sheng's face was gloomy, he took out a cyan talisman fan and moved it forward. The dense talisman patterns flew out and turned into hundreds of thunder and lightning, hitting Zhen Sha, Zhen Wan and Zhen Greed, killing them. All of them were thrown away.

The four great saints from the Death Temple went around and chased Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

"Southern Saint is so terrifying. He is also in a realm of ten thousand deaths, but he can fight one against three."

"Is this one against three? With just a wave of his hand, he can defeat the three powerful men in the ten thousand death realm. His combat power is terrifying, comparable to that of the Supreme Saint."

"A disciple of the Seven Great Masters, a legendary figure among the dead. Do you think he is just an ordinary person? Let's go. With Nan Sheng here, we can't even think of missing out."

…

The four great saints of the Temple of Death, the weakest in cultivation, are all in the Hundred Flails realm.

However, this was the Origin Temple, and they were worried about touching the formation and the Divine Slaughter Pattern. Therefore, after chasing for a long time, they failed to capture Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

They launched long-range attacks and mental attacks, and also hit the two monks.

The strange thing is that Da Sikong and Er Sikong seemed to have indestructible bodies. Every time they were hit, they spit out two mouthfuls of blood and immediately got up and continued running away.

"How can the golden body of a Buddhist Bodhisattva be so powerful?" the great sage of the dead with a crocodile head asked in surprise.

The attack he fired from the air just now could obviously kill the great sage at the peak of the Immortal Realm. However, after the fat monk in front was hit, he just rolled around on the ground like a ball and immediately got up again, cursing. , continue to flee forward.

"Perhaps they are more than immortal." A great saint of the dead race speculated.

"Don't worry about it for now. We'll suppress it later. They entered the Origin Temple before us, so they must have picked a lot of holy medicine."

The crocodile-headed Great Sage of the Dead was incredibly fast. In an instant, he caught up behind Da Sikong. Wisps of light of death appeared on the hammer-shaped weapon in his hand. He suddenly raised it and struck Da Sikong on the head.

The power of this hammer has reached the point where it is not weaker than the full blow of the Great Perfection Saint of Baiyang Realm. He does not believe that this fat white monk can still bear it.

"Uncle Master, you are here to save me." Da Sikong looked forward with a look of great joy on his face.

The crocodile-headed dead saint sneered in his eyes and remained unmoved at all.

This fat white monk has used this move twice before, and he actually wants to use it a third time?

Just as the war hammer was about to fall on Da Sikong's head, the sound of a sword was heard.

"Wow——"

Shen Yuan's ancient sword turned into a black sword light and struck the crocodile-headed Death Sage. The war hammer and body in his hand were all broken into two pieces and thrown backward.

The blood of the great sage of the dead dyed this area of ​​water crimson.

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There is one more chapter, try to update it soon.