I walked into the practice cave, and Zhang Ruochen took the lead to take out the monument shield and studied it.

The shield is shaped like a turtle's back, with the middle protruding outward, and the edges are inlaid with dozens of gems. Each gem is extremely precious and contains special energy fluctuations.

Inside the shield, there are more than 12,000 inscriptions. There are defensive inscriptions, electrical inscriptions and fire inscriptions.

Zhang Ruochen injected holy gas into the monument shield, and the surface of the shield suddenly appeared the interweaving light of electricity and fire.

Zhang Ruochen did not dig out the spar of time and space, and still let it inlaid on the shield.

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen injected holy air into the spar of time and space, and then his body disappeared from the practice cave and entered the spar's inner space.

"In the past, I regarded the spar of time and space as a monk's spiritual land, constantly absorbing the spar aura in the inner space, exhausting the energy of the spar of time and space, turning it into fly ash. In the future, I cannot make such a mistake.

In the inner space of the spar of time and space, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the holy spirit, which was continuously injected into the blood-red fist of his right hand, and then the sacred blood armor was manifested and attached to his body.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen only felt that there was a hundred powerful wills, which came to him and landed on him.

The spiritual will of the hundred saints.

At the same time, there were another hundred gigantic shares of knowledge and sacred sentiment that turned into a hundred torrents and rushed into Zhang Ruochen's mind.

Hundred Holy Knowledge.

Even though Zhang Ruochen ’s cultivation has reached the sky, the strength of mental strength is about to reach level 54. At this moment, he is still unstable and almost fell to the ground.

"So scary, so hard to support."

Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth, propped the ground with his palms, and continued to inject the Holy Spirit into the blood armor of Baisheng, trying to inspire the legendary power of Baisheng.

The spiritual will and the terrifying suffocation of the blood armor are impacting Zhang Ruochen's consciousness, as if to turn him into a slave of armor.

"嗷!"

How firm Zhang Ruochen's will is, and his accomplishments are even comparable to the Great Saint. Finally, suppressing the spiritual will of the hundred Saints, he roared and stood up again.

"Wow--"

Hundred sacred blood armor exudes thousands of blood. In the blood, a hundred sacred shadows of various shapes appear, filling the inner space of the spar of time and space.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's mind is also showing the figure of a hundred saints. They are practicing a variety of martial arts and saints. Some use sword techniques, some use boxing techniques, some spit fire, and His eyes shoot out a beam of light ...

This is Baisheng Yanwu!

Now, what Zhang Ruochen inspires is only the first power of the hundred Saint Blood Armor, and each Holy Shadow can only erupt the power of the Holy Saint.

Of course, the superposition of the strength of one hundred sages, plus Zhang Ruochen's own strength, is also quite scary.

The second strength of the Blood Guard of the One Hundred Saints is the power of the one hundred Saints in the middle.

的 The third strength of the Blood Guard of the One Hundred Saints is the power of one hundred holy saints.

Uh ...

"It is really not easy to control the power of Baisheng. With my current practice, I can barely support the first power of Baisheng's blood armor."

"If you break into the real realm, you can try the second power of the hundred holy blood armor."

Zhang Ruochen tested it, and taking his current practice as his realm, he could only support the first strength of the hundred Saint blood armor for half a quarter of an hour.

Twenty-five minutes later, because of the huge consumption of the Holy Spirit, a strong sense of weakness came from all over the body.

"The consumption of the Holy Spirit is also too great. It is not necessary to use the hundred holy blood armor when it is necessary to use it. The ten holy blood armor is enough."

Zhang Ruochen is now the strongest form that can inspire the ten holy blood armors, and the power that erupts is still considerable.

Moreover, the defense power of the Ten Holy Blood Armor is also quite amazing, and the battle under the Holy King is completely sufficient.

"哧哧."

As Zhang Ruochen withdrew the Holy Spirit, the blood armor of Baisheng turned back into a glove and attached to the palm of his right hand.

Next, in the inner space of the spar of time and space, Zhang Ruochen went all out to refining Ningzhen Shenglu.

Every day, Zhang Ruochen was able to refining one hundred drops of Ningzhen Shenglu, repairing it in a frantic ascension, and soon broke through the middle of the heaven.

In the following twenty days, Zhang Ruochen refined more than 2,000 drops of Ningzhen Shenglu in a row, and repaired it in a single stage that hit the sky.

There is no time to refine the condensed sacred dew, and the sacred merit war is about to start.

When I reached the ancestral realm, I found another opportunity to promote Xiuwei.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the practice cave and soon felt the dense waves of the holy path around him. There were countless saints gathered on this land.

The holy air emanating from them turned into a beam of light, rushing directly above the clouds, making a vast holy cloud appear in the sky.

Zhang Ruochen released his mental strength and conducted a preliminary investigation, and found that the number of saints in the broad cold world was actually 100,000.

Hundred Thousand Saints gathered.

Before Zhang Ruochen didn't come to the world of heaven, this was a scene that he could not imagine.

Mu Lingxi's pretty face was a little dignified, saying: "It's terrible! The second-lowest of the seven realms in Shatuo, Guanghan, has 100,000 saints. How strong is it? The number of saints in the Kunlun realm is estimated to be less than half of that in the Guanghan realm, and the power gap is too big. How should they fight in this merit war? "

After all, he came out of the Kunlun realm. Naturally, Mu Lingxi still did not want the Kunlun realm to be reduced to the battlefield and become a victim of the battle between the heaven and **** realms.

However, the power gap is too large, and there is no chance for Kunlun to win.

Xiao Hei is indifferent, saying: "Semi-Holy in Guanghan Realm, after all, is cultivated in the heavenly realm. Resources and environment are not a level. They have broken through to the holy realm, holy king, and holy holy. The Kunlun world is much easier, and it is normal for the number to double, or several times more than the Kunlun world. "

Tochigi Lingxi looked towards Zhang Ruochen, but saw Zhang Ruochen behaved quite indifferently, without any psychological burden.

Zhang Ruochen walked to Xiao Hei and said, "Xiao Hei, do you want to participate in the saint's merit war?"

Wu Xiaohei showed a rather disdainful expression, saying: "How does the emperor exist and is so high that he has reached the level of lawlessness, how can he participate in the saint's merit warfare? Even if he participates, he will also participate in the great saint's merit war. But ..."

"But nothing?" Mu Lingxi asked.

Xiao Hei proudly said: "However, the Moon God personally met the Emperor and told the Emperor that he did not need to participate in merit warfare and stayed in the heavenly world with the two old guys who practiced alchemy and brewing. Mainly because the Emperor's strength was too Strong, is the largest card in the cold world, and cannot be exposed easily. "

Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi naturally do not believe Xiao Hei's words, and can probably guess some of them.

It is very likely that Xiao Hei ’s true cultivation is indeed beyond the realm of the Holy One. However, letting him participate in a higher level of merit warfare, and worrying that it will drag the hind legs of the cold realm, so he was allowed to stay in the heavenly realm. .

See through, don't say through.

Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi glanced at each other, then shook their heads, both with a helpless look.

快 "Look, the battlefield image of the sage's merit war is revealed."

Suddenly, an extremely huge light curtain appeared on the sky of Tongyou Sanctuary, covering the entire sky.

On the light curtain, it is the scene of the Zu Lingxu boundary.

Jain is a splendid big world, once vibrant, with thousands of people and billions of souls living there.

But now, the entire world has collapsed, and most of the world's plates have been turned into dust. Each dust is a dead rocky planet.

Of course, there are also four huge pieces of the world, suspended in the starry sky, not completely fragmented.

The length of each piece of the world is between 20 million and 30 million li, as if it were four huge lands suspended in the universe.

若 Zhang Ruochen mobilized his mental power and watched the mirror image of the ancestral world. The picture was getting closer and closer, and the things he saw were getting smaller and smaller.

Finally, Zhang Ruochen's gaze was fixed on a human city in the Western World. I saw that the city had become shabby. On the street, a Rakshasa monk clutching a human head was eating, the picture was extremely **** and cruel.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's eyes were a little red, and it was difficult to control his emotions, and he wanted to kill crazy.

"The Rakshasa are too cruel. When they go to the ancestral realm, they must kill them all."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Dare to feed humans, I will beat them to death."

Uh ...

The holy saint who is present can see the ongoing war in the ancestral realm as long as his spiritual power is mobilized. Of course, everyone's attention is focused on the major cities in the ancestral realm, and few people will pay attention to those wilderness areas.

The perishing Great Emperor wore a sacred armor and flew over the saints, standing under the mirror of the battlefield, looking prestigious, saying: "The war of sage merit is about to start, and everyone also sees the end of the ancestral world. It also became like this, you must do your best to kill Rakshasa to earn more merit. "

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The terrifying killing sound resounded throughout the Tongyou Sanctuary.

The Perishing Great continued: "Did you see the battlefield mirror above? The sky above each sacred realm of the Seven Realms of Shatuo ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ will have a battlefield mirror image. In addition, Guanghan World, Kunlun Jie, Da Mo Shi Fang Jie ... A battlefield mirror will also appear over the seven worlds. "

"So all the living beings in the seven worlds are watching you. The monks in some worlds in the heavenly world, and even some gods, are paying attention to this merit war. They can clearly see every one of you. Battle. You must not live up to their expectations, kill, kill, kill, kill the majesty of the broad cold world. "

"When the world of merit wins the merit war, this emperor will definitely bring out the best treasures and reward those brave fighters who have the greatest merit."

At the time when the Great Emperor of Perdition was preaching, in the universe far from the heavenly realm, the battlefield mirrored over the Kunlun realm.

The monks of the entire First Central Empire, as well as the barbaric beasts of all races in the barren wilderness, all looked up, looked into the sky, and looked at the ancestral world full of killing.

The battlefield mirror also appeared over the broad cold world.

Uh ...

Who is the savior of a large world, who is the nemesis of the **** world, everything must speak with hard power. And all of this is in the eyes of all beings in the seven great worlds.

The battle of meritocratic merit officially started. Under the leadership of the three giants in the Guanghan Realm, an army of 100,000 saints headed towards the holy road leading to the spiritual world.

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