God Emperor

The latest website: Ancestral Spirit Realm, Northern World.

In a vast desert, there stands a rocky mountain nearly 10,000 meters high. There are dense wind tunnels in the mountain. The evil power emanating from it makes the sky above the mountain covered with a strange cloud.

The Jiuyou Sword Master came to the bottom of the desert, with his long hair disheveled, and with a cold look in his eyes, he said: "Come out!"

"Wow"

From those wind tunnels, densely packed Rakshasa monks rushed out, numbering more than 100,000.

Among them, there were more than sixty Rakshasa with wings, soaring in the sky, charging towards the Nine Nether Sword Master.

You must know that any Rakshasa with wings has the cultivation level of a saint.

The Jiuyou Sword Master showed no fear, and stared forward with a pair of holy eyes. Immediately, dense sword energy flew out, like a wave tens of feet high, slashing the attacking Rakshasa into a ball of blood mist.

At the same time, Jiuyou Sword Master grabbed a holy sword, flew into the sky, and entered the group of Rakshasa saints.

Every time the sword strikes, a saint will die.

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

Only Jiuyou Sword Master was still standing upright on the desert, his body spotless.

Some big shots in the heavenly world were a little surprised when they saw this scene.

"The saint in Kunlun Realm is also too powerful. He may have the strength to compete with the Holy King."

"This person is in the realm of a saint and has attainments in swordsmanship. According to the classification of the Taoist lineage, he should have practiced Kenpachi to the Great Perfection. Focus on this person and write down his name. We must win him over to all of us. City boundary.”

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Ancestral Spirit Realm, Western World.

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

"kill."

On all sides of the lake, there were hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa troops, including more than eighty Rakshasa saints, rushing towards him, and the entire world was enveloped in dark red evil energy.

Chu Siyuan poured his spiritual power into the painting and shouted: "The sun will drop blood drops on the ground, and the wind will turn the flames to burn people."

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

In an instant, thousands of miles around were turned into a sea of ​​fire.

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

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

"Still want to leave?"

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

Every time he drew a 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 world are once again in a state of shock.

"This old man's mental strength is infinitely close to the fifty-fifth level. The key is that his attainments in painting are really terrifying."

"Why has this kind of person not yet broken through to the realm of the Holy King? Is it because he is deliberately suppressing the realm and is waiting for the meritorious battle of the Saint?"

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

"Write down his name. This person has such high attainments in painting. After coming to the heavenly realm, he has a lot of cultivation resources. It is only a matter of time before he can break through to the realm of the great saint."

Whether it is Jiuyou Sword Master, Chu Siyuan, or some other senior figures in the Kunlun world, they actually have quite terrifying talents. However, the environment has suppressed them, causing them to practice for hundreds of years, and they are still stuck at the extreme level. Holy realm.

Jiuyou Sword Master's sword technique and Chu Siyuan's painting technique have both reached extremely high levels. Their hundreds of years of accumulation cannot be compared to those of the younger generation.

More than twenty days soon passed, and Zhang Ruochen practiced in the inner space of the space-time crystal for three full months, refining all the Holy Dew of Condensation on his body.

"Having reached the half-real and half-virtual realm is still a little short of the true saint realm."

The sky-reaching river in Zhang Ruochen's Qi Sea has become much more solid, and the rules of the Holy Path are revealed and flowing in the river.

There is only one last step left to "turn virtuality into reality".

"I still underestimate Tongtianhe's demand for the Holy Dew of Ningzhen. It is estimated that it will take three thousand drops of the Holy Dew of Ningzhen to break through to the realm of the True Saint."

"Other saints only need five hundred drops of the True Saint Dew to break through from the early stage of Tongtian Realm to the True Saint Realm. Even a genius like Bu Ji only needs two thousand drops. But I have refined one Ten thousand drops are not enough."

"Where else can I find three thousand drops of Ningzhen Holy Dew?"

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

Coming to the ancestral spirit world, the growth rate of the Holy Food Flower became extremely fast. The flower at the top of the vine had withered and was replaced by a small fruit.

This is the second fruit produced by the Holy Food Flower!

The Holy Food Flower blooms for the first time, and the fruit it bears is the body of the Holy Food Flower.

The virtual body has become one with its true body.

The Holy Food Flower blooms for the second time, and the fruit it bears is the physical body of the Holy Food Flower.

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

Zhang Ruochen asked: "How much blood and holy soul have been collected?"

The Holy Flower of Food 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 also more than a thousand. There is even more than one holy aura, from It emanates from the military.”

"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'm 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 Food Saint Flower naturally couldn't 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 breath on the giant axe, and noticed an extremely evil force, "Is this the evil spirit mentioned in the book? Compared with the evil spirit of death, it is weaker. It is similar to the blood evil aura of the undead vampires. It seems that in the hell world, the status of the dead should be higher than that of the Rakshasa clan and the undead vampires."

The advantage of the undead vampires is that their vitality is strong and their physical strength is stronger than that of ordinary human monks, making it easier to cultivate their bodies to become holy.

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.

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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 Jie Zi 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 Jie Zi.

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 a few first-class marquises, the rest of the Rakshasa monks are just a mob and there is nothing to be afraid of. Today, we will guard the wormhole. All the Rakshasa are surrounding you, and you can earn a lot of merit points just before you rush to see Jie Zi."

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 with 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 a ninth-level marquis."

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

"Only the most 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."