God Emperor

Ancient Illuminating Divine Lotus, Origin Mysterious Light Cloud, Sword Art Mystery, Sword Ancestor Sword Soul, Heavenly Sword Soul, Ultimate Sword Art Rules, Emperor Grade Holy Intent Pill, Sixty-Eighth Level Mental Strength, Beside the Divine Sword, Holy King The realm of swordsmanship is perfect.

Of these ten conditions, other Hundred-flag Realm great saints only need to possess one or two of them to condense the top-level fourth-level swordsmanship.

Only if Zhang Ruochen meets all ten conditions can he have a chance to condense the secrets of third-level swordsmanship.

Holy will, a difference of one grade makes a huge difference.

From ancient times to the present, only he can achieve this level in the Baiyong Realm, with such favorable weather, location, people, and foreign objects.

Zhang Ruochen had been silent for an unknown amount of time. He thought he had reached the best state, and with a thought in his mind, he said: "Come together!"

The rules of swordsmanship are intertwined together.

At the center of the rules, a gaseous sword slowly condensed into shape.

This sword is extremely perfect. The proportions of the blade, blade, tip, and hilt are all at an optimal level, just like the most perfect work of art created by the Creator.

Every line of the sword is consistent with the way of heaven. It seems to be able to escape from space and merge into time.

The sacred meaning is extremely mysterious, which represents the monk's understanding of this path, which can be invisible or embodied.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's condensed holy will of swordsmanship was condensed in the form of a sword, exuding the aura of "Invincible in the world, I am the only one who dominates".

The six divine swords all sensed that the ultimate holy will of swordsmanship between heaven and earth was about to take shape, and their sword bodies swayed slightly uncontrollably.

"The holy will of swordsmanship is so powerful. The power of heaven and earth inspired by the holy will can shake my body. I am as heavy as a star, very heavy."

"He is indeed extraordinary. Look, in this space, there is a vision of Wanjian Chaozong."

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Under the blood moon, thousands of sword-shaped sword energies automatically condensed in the dark red space, turning the entire space into a sea of ​​swords.

Bai Qing'er looked so strange, and when she heard the sound of sword energy breaking through the wind one after another, her pretty face slightly condensed: "Is he really going to succeed?"

Once Zhang Ruochen successfully condenses the holy will of the third-level swordsmanship and takes control of the six divine swords, the first thing he will do is to control the divine sword to kill her.

At that time, she was afraid that she really had no choice but to use what Zhang Ruochen owed her and beg him for mercy.

However, how could she, Bai Qing'er, be so humble, let alone sit still and wait for death.

It would be harder for her to lower her head and beg Zhang Ruochen than to kill her.

The sword-shaped sacred meaning of the sword became more and more solid, and the brilliance it emitted became brighter and brighter. However, Zhang Ruochen sighed and dispersed it.

Not perfect, just a little bit off.

This slight difference cannot be made up for, so it has to be dispersed.

This method failed!

The vision of Wanjian Chaozong then collapsed.

Bai Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face. As long as Zhang Ruochen fails to gather the Holy Will of the Third Grade, then even if he is unwilling, he can only choose to cooperate with her.

Give her blood to help her heal and break through.

Zhang Ruochen's state of mind gradually recovered and reached a state of nothingness again.

"What is the strongest swordsmanship?"

"What is the perfect holy will of swordsmanship?"

"What is the meaning of the sword?"

…

I asked repeatedly in my heart.

Unknowingly, the Holy Will of Sword Dao automatically condensed and grew from his body, growing larger and larger.

It's actually a human form.

At this moment, not only did a vision appear in the space inside the altar.

In fact, the entire ruins of the Origin Temple and the entire Jiannan Realm have wisps of strange and eccentric power, converging on Zhang Ruochen in the altar, and integrating into the humanoid swordsmanship that is more than ten miles high.

The appearance of the humanoid Sword Master gradually became clear, and it turned out to be exactly the same as the Sword Ancestor Zhang Ruochen saw in the ancient well of Jian Mountain.

It was as if the Sword Ancestor had been reborn, exuding a majestic aura that dominated the world.

The six divine swords all had a strong sense of familiarity, and they wished they could fly into the hands of that huge figure immediately, fight with him in all directions, and kill all powerful enemies.

"This is the ultimate kendo aura!"

"The most powerful swordsman in the world is born!"

“Once such a holy will comes out, how can we deny the Lord?”

…

The six divine swords were all so excited that they had completely forgotten the minimum standards they had set.

However, the holy will of the sword in the form of the Sword Ancestor suddenly collapsed and turned into scattered rules of the sword.

All visions disappeared again.

"What happened? Did it fail?"

"That's not right. I clearly felt that it was about to take shape, and I absorbed all the remaining kendo aura from the former Sword Ancestor. How could it suddenly fail?"

Zhang Ruochen, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the Minggu Zhao Shenlian, shook his head slightly: "It's still not perfect. Such a holy will of swordsmanship is equivalent to walking on the path that the swordsman ancestor once walked. The attainments of the swordsmanship can never surpass the swordsman ancestor."

In the special environment of the Emperor's Holy Spirit Pill, the Ancient Divine Light Lotus, and the Original Mysterious Light Cloud, Zhang Ruochen's thoughts were clearer than ever before.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he grasped a key point, and said to himself: "Sword Ancestor represents a peak of swordsmanship, not the end of swordsmanship."

"A sword is always just a weapon, not a way."

"And condensing the Holy Will is not the ultimate fruit of practicing swordsmanship."

"Yes, that's the misunderstanding."

"Sword cultivators all over the world regard the condensation of the holy will of swordsmanship as a result, thinking that it determines the future of swordsmanship."

"But, in fact, after condensing the holy will of swordsmanship, there is still a long road ahead. There is the mountain of Sword God and the huge mountain of Sword Ancestor ahead."

"That's right, I am not pursuing the results of swordsmanship now. In fact, I am still on the long road of exploration."

"The Holy Will of Sword Dao should be a beginning, and should not be finalized here."

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While muttering to himself, Zhang Ruochen stood up and walked out of Minggu Zhaoshenlian.

The rules of kendo automatically formed a path under his feet.

A straight road.

This road is endlessly long, leading to infinite space and eternal time, and it seems that it will never end.

The ancient divine lotus condensed into Givenchy's crystal-white body, standing in the origin of chaos, looking at Zhang Ruochen walking on a long straight road. He seemed to be right next to me, but also seemed to be hundreds of millions of miles away, thousands of years later.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Zhang Ruochen lowered his head and glanced at the road on the ground.

When you don't look at it, it is a road that will never end.

However, when he looked at it, he found that it was a pillar of light standing in front of him. It seemed that he could never climb to the top of the pillar of light.

If you don’t look at it, it’s a road; if you look at it, it’s a pillar.

One horizontally and one vertically.

Is it horizontal or vertical?

Is it a road or a pillar?

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen let out a long laugh: "Today, I have achieved the Holy Will of the Third Grade Sword Dao, and the Holy Will is called 'One'."

The most difficult thing in the world is "one", which represents perfection and the beginning of all things.

It represents the true self, purity, and the integrity of the sword.

It means moving forward in an indomitable way, and it also means being unique.

It represents the path of kendo that he will never finish, and also represents the peak of kendo that he needs to climb throughout his life.

Horizontal is one, vertical is also one.

Every sword is one.

"Boom!"

In the center of the six divine swords, Zhang Ruochen, who had turned into a point of light in the cloud of original light, suddenly appeared, standing upright naked, with long hair flying.

A beam of light rushed out of the body, flew out of the top of the head, and also flew out of the soles of the feet.

The beam of light flew out of the head and hit the center of the blood moon.

With a bang, the blood moon was shattered, and the blood mist wrapped around the six divine swords disappeared. The six divine swords were overjoyed, cutting off the black energy rising from below and regaining their freedom.

"Swish."

The six swords flew through the space, dragging out six traces of flame light, and the sound of breaking wind was as loud as thunder.

"He succeeded and condensed the holy will of the third-level swordsmanship."

"I knew a long time ago that he would be successful. From the first moment I saw him, I could tell he was extraordinary."

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It was at this time that a change occurred.

In the light cloud, Zhang Ruochen's original meaning, which had never been accepted at all, was now rushing towards him crazily.

At first, Zhang Ruochen was overjoyed, feeling that he had been recognized by the original meaning.

However, as more and more of the original meanings were integrated into his body, he began to be unable to bear it.

Mysteries are supposed to be powers that only gods can master.

Holy realm monks can master it, but if there are too many, they will be overwhelmed.

The original meaning has no wisdom, and he has no idea that Zhang Ruochen can't bear too much of the original meaning. It just keeps pouring into his body, and he can't refuse even if he wants to.

When he first collected the Heart of Truth, the master of the Temple of Truth told him that a monk without a Heart of Truth, no matter how strong he is, can only master one-tenth of the mysteries of truth.

It is also the ancient way, and there must be limits to the original secrets that monks can bear. Although I don't know if it is one-tenth, Zhang Ruochen is about to collapse now. His holy soul seems to explode, his body seems to burst, and his mental power seems to collapse.

It's too awful!

Extreme joy brings sorrow.

I have just condensed the holy will of the third-level swordsmanship, is it about to be overwhelmed by the original secret?

This kind of death made Zhang Ruochen extremely unwilling.

Ji Fanxin transformed into the Minggu Zhaoshenlian again, appeared at his feet, and said via voice: "Give it to me."

"good!"

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged and used his best efforts to mobilize the original meaning in his body and continuously transmit it to the Minggu Zhaoshenlian.

Fortunately, the Ming Gu Zhaoshen Lotus was born from the original source, and slowly absorbed the original meaning in Zhang Ruochen's body. However, the speed was too slow, and more of the original secrets poured into Zhang Ruochen's body.

"The opportunity has come!"

Bai Qing'er's beautiful eyes shone, and the opportunity she had been waiting for finally arrived.

"Wow——"

She turned into an afterimage of the light shuttle and flew towards the Minggu Shining Lotus.

A divine sword fell from the sky and cut off her path. The sword light was only a few feet away from her.

"Don't come near the master!"

Five other divine swords flew in one after another, surrounding Bai Qing'er in the center.

The six divine powers all pressed forward, but Bai Qing'er remained calm and said, "Can't you see that your master is about to be strangled to death by the source of mysteries? Only I can save him."

"Why should we trust you?" One of the swordsmen said in a deep voice.

In the distance, Zhang Ruochen screamed loudly in the ancient divine lotus, as if he was suffering inhuman pain.

Bai Qing'er said: "You have no choice but to believe me."

The best-preserved eldest brother's sword said: "Let her pass. If the master dies here, just kill her and bury her with him."

After the six divine swords retreated, Bai Qing'er's slender figure, like a fairy from Lingbo, flew down into the Ming Gu Zhao Shen Lotus. She secretly smiled in her heart: "This is just a sword spirit, I can't play with it." Time? Zhang Ruochen, I want your blood and mysteries!"

Bai Qing'er made up her mind that once she swallowed Zhang Ruochen's blood and recovered from her injuries to a certain extent, she would break through and become a god.

Once she becomes a god, as the controller of her origin, she can withstand any number of mysteries of her origin. Later, he suppressed the Earth Demon Bird's weapon spirit and took it away, becoming the biggest winner of this trip to the Origin Temple.

However, just as she approached Zhang Ruochen and was about to cut the blood vessels in Zhang Ruochen's wrist with her hand, she found that her body was suddenly unable to move, as if she was bound and entangled by millions of threads.

"What's going on? This power..."

Bai Qing'er's beauty turned pale and she realized something was wrong.

"No need to guess, it is the power of the original secret." Zhang Ruochen said.

A large amount of original secrets are in Zhang Ruochen's body. Of course, he can mobilize the power of the secrets to suppress Bai Qing'er.

It should be noted that monks in the holy realm possess one percent of the secret of truth, which is the messenger of truth, and can use this to fight against gods.

The original secret in Zhang Ruochen's body now is more than 1%?

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhang Ruochen couldn't care less and pulled Bai Qing'er over, turned over and pressed on top of her.

At this moment, Bai Qing'er was unable to move, like a cat pinned down by a hound.

Zhang Ruochen's tiger eyes stared at her almond-shaped eyes from a close distance and said, "Do you want it?"

Bai Qing'er's eyes showed no trace of surrender, and she stared at him coldly, with an extremely calm look, and said: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Give it to me! I mean the original meaning."

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen pressed down with a palm, hitting her between the eyebrows, continuously transmitting the original meaning in her body.

"Too slow! I'm afraid that you will die before you can pass on the original secret to me." Bai Qing'er said.

Just at that moment, her mood became clear.

Since I lost the bet, what if I married Zhang Ruochen?

You can achieve a complete state of mind.

Moreover, Zhang Ruochen actually condensed the holy will of the third-grade swordsmanship, which really impressed Bai Qing'er.

"

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen didn't respond for a long time, Bai Qing'er closed her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes long and curled, and took a deep breath

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(One hundred thousand words are omitted here.)

Two consecutive chapters of 100,000 words, where are the monthly tickets?