Ancestral Spirit World, North World.

On a vast desert, there is a rocky mountain close to 10,000 meters high. In the mountain, there are dense wind tunnels, and the evil brake power emitted from it makes the sky over the mountains covered with a strange cloud.

Wu Jiu You Sword came to the lower part of the desert with long hair, and with a cold look in her eyes, she said, "Come out!"

"Wow--"

Out of those wind tunnels, the crowd of Rakshasa monks rushed out, numbering more than 100,000.

Among them, there are more than sixty Rakshasa wings, soaring in the sky, and rushed to the Nine You Jiansheng.

You must know that all Rakshasa with wings have the practice of possessing the state of the Holy One.

Wu Jiu Sword Master had no fear, and a pair of holy eyes glared forward. Suddenly, the dense sword flew out, like dozens of feet high waves, smashing the coming Rakshasa into a mass of blood mist.

At the same time, Jiuyou Swordmaster grabbed a sacred sword, flew to the sky, and entered the group of Rakshasa saints.

Each sword cuts down, and one saint will die.

About two hours later, this desert is full of corpses of Rakshasa monks with tens of thousands.

He only had Jiuyou Sword Master, still standing straight on the desert, his body was spotless.

Some of the great figures in the heavenly circles were surprised when they saw this scene.

"This saint in the Kunlun realm is also too strong, and it is estimated that he has the strength to compete with the saint king."

"The realm of this sage of talent, the accomplishment in Kendo, according to the classification of Taoism, should have practiced the sword eight to great consummation. Focus on this person, write down his name, we must draw him to us City boundary. "

Uh ...

Ancestral Spirit World, West World.

Lu Chusiyuan was standing in the center of a large lake, holding a two-meter-long paintbrush and painting with blood as ink.

"kill."

On the four sides of the Great Lake, there are hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa troops, including more than 80 Rakshasa saints, rushing towards him, and the whole world is surrounded by the dark red evil spirit.

Lu Chusiyuan infused his spiritual power into the painting and screamed, "The sun will shed blood, and the wind will burn the flames."

The next moment, the water in the lake seemed to turn into oil, burning fiercely.

瞬间 At the moment he cares, the whole circle is turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Within a quarter of an hour, hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa troops were burnt to death.

Of course, those Raksha saints who have been cultivated to a high state have not been burned to death. They spread their wings and fled immediately to the distance.

"Want to leave?"

Chu Chuanyuan used a brush to quickly sketch on the lake.

With each stroke, a fire dragon flew from the lake and chased the dozens of Rakshasa saints who were still alive. Soon, there were more than 1,000 fire dragons flying together in the sky, and all the Rakshasa saints who wanted to be taken away were burned to death.

大 Some big worlds in the heavenly world have made another sensation.

"The mental strength of this old man is infinitely close to the 55th level. The key is that his accomplishments in painting are too terrible."

"Why haven't such people broken into the realm of the Holy King? Is it because they are deliberately suppressing the realm, that is, waiting for the merit of the Holy One?"

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

"Write down his name, this man's accomplishment in painting is so high. When he came to the heavenly realm, he had a lot of practice resources and broke into the realm of great sacredness. It was only a matter of time."

Whether it is Jiu You Jian Sheng and Chu Siyuan, or some other senior figures in Kunlun world, they actually have quite terrible talents, but the environment suppresses them, making them practice for hundreds of years, and they still stay in the Holy realm.

The Jiuyou Swordmaster's Kendo and Chu Siyuan's paintings have reached a very high level. Their accumulation over hundreds of years is not comparable to those of younger generations.

After more than 20 days, Zhang Ruochen practiced in the space of the spar of time and space for a full three months, refining all the condensed sacred dew on his body.

"Reaching the half-real and half-virtual realm, it's still a little worse than the real sacred realm."

The Tongtian River in Zhang Ruoqi's sea has become a lot more solidified, and all the rules of the Cause have been revealed, flowing in the river.

The distance from "turning the virtual into the true" is only the last step.

"It still underestimates the need of Tongtian River for Ningzhen Shenglu. It is estimated that 3,000 drops of Ningzhen Shenglu will be needed to break through to the real state."

"Other sages only need five hundred drops of condensed true dew, and they can break through to the real sacred realm from the early days of the heaven. Even a genius like Buji only needs two thousand drops. Wandi is not enough. "

"Where can I find three thousand drops of Ningzhen Shenglu?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head with a bitter smile, then walked out of the space spar.

I came to the ancestral realm, and the growth speed of the sacred flower became particularly fast. The flower on the top of the vine had withered and replaced with a small fruit.

This is the second fruit of the Holy Food!

The sage flower blooms for the first time, and the fruit it produces is the body of the sage flower.

The imaginary body has already merged with its true body.

The sacrifice of the sacred flower blooms for the second time, and the fruit it produces is the flesh of the sacred flower.

Of course, now the second fruit has just taken shape, there is still a long way to go.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "How much blood and sacred soul are collected?"

She ate the sacred flower and took out two treasure bottles, and handed them to Zhang Ruochen.

若 Zhang Ruochen explored with mental strength, frowned slightly, and said, "It's only 1,540 drops of blood and 2,302 strands of holy spirit."

"Master, I have been trying my best to hurry, only when I encountered Luo Cha, I will kill them." Shi Shenghua said.

Zhang Ruochen put away the two treasure bottles, took out the map, and asked, "Where are we now?"

"Yujin Mountains." Shi Shenghua said.

Zhang Ruochen found the location of the Yujin Mountains on the map and said, "It takes more than twenty days to walk two million miles. You can see that you have done your best."

"However, it is still far from the whale river basin." Shishenghuadao.

所以 "So, we must save time ... We can only borrow wormholes. You see, there is a wormhole at the top of the Yujin Mountains and the Julu River Basin, which can connect the two places." Zhang Ruochen said.

On the map, the locations of each wormhole space are marked.

The sacred flower urged: "Master, you must not. All wormholes in the ancestral realm are controlled by the Rakshas, ​​and there are a large number of troops and strong men guarding them."

"I visited the wormhole in the Yujin Mountains. There are millions of Rakshasa troops stationed there, and the number of saints is more than a thousand. There is even more than one holy atmosphere. From Emitted from the army. "

"So many strong people gathered together and hit one blow at the same time, the Holy King couldn't bear it. Not to mention, there are a lot of array inscriptions near the wormhole. When we break through, we undoubtedly seek our own way."

Opening Zhang Ruochen's eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "It seems that there are such a large number of Rakshasa monks, and it seems that it is not easy to attack a wormhole."

"Yes." Shi Shenghua said.

"But they are also a great merit, so just give up, I am really unwilling. Returning in the same way, take me to the wormhole space to take a look." Zhang Ruochen said.

Since Zhang Ruochen made a decision, Shi Shenghua was naturally unable to resist, so he had to take him to the wormhole at the top of the Yujin Mountains.

Zhang Ruochen sat among the golden step dragon cymbals, and while he was on his way, he took out the thousands of soldiers collected by Shi Shenghua and handed them to Shen Yuan's ancient sword for refining.

The ranks of those soldiers are not high. The refining speed of Shen Yuan's ancient sword is extremely fast. Almost every breathing time, three or four soldiers can be refined.

Zhang Ruochen picked up one of the axe-shaped warriors, felt the breath on the giant axe, and noticed an extremely evil force. "This is the evil spirit of the book? Compared with the evil spirit of death, it is weaker. It is similar to the blood of the undead blood. It seems that in the **** world, the status of the dead should be Gao Raksha and undead. "

The advantage of the undead blood tribe is that it has strong vitality, and the physical strength is higher than that of ordinary human monks, and it is easier to cultivate the physical sanctification.

The males of the Luo Raksha tribe are almost all born with divine power, and their physical bodies are extremely powerful, enough to be compared with the undead blood.

The women of the Luo Raksha ethnic group have very high talents in terms of spiritual power, and they can more easily cultivate into spiritual semi-sacred or even spiritual saints.

Uh ...

As Zhang Ruochen rushed to the wormhole in the Yujin Mountains, the Sword Prison, one of the seven realms of Shatuo, also gathered a large number of saints.

Because they received the news, the dagger in the sword prison realm found the merit book wall of the South World in the giant whale river valley, so they were ready to rush over to meet the daddy.

At this moment, they gathered in a canyon about 12,000 miles away from the wormhole, with more than 850 saints.

Among them, the heads are the two most holy and the six true saints.

A male man with scales on his face said, disdainfully: "Except for the first-class marquises of the Raksha clan, the rest of the monks are all in harmony. It is not a fear. Today, we will guard the wormhole. Raksha all besieged, and just before rushing to see the world, he could earn a lot of merit. "

The most holy man sitting at the top has six arms in total, with a long white beard, and hums quietly: "Xu Xie, don't think you are in the top 20 of the true sacred of the sword prison world, just It can be arrogant. A few days ago, the old man met a second-class marquis of a Raksha clan, and was almost killed by the other party ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ What do you think of your strength compared to the old man? "

"Really? Is the second-class Marquis' strength so terrifying?"

邡 The true saint named Xu 露出, showed a shocked look.

The Six Arms nodded and nodded, saying: "On the Raksha tribe, only when they reach the realm of the saint, can they be named marquis. Marquis is divided into ten classes."

"The saint who descends to the lower reaches is the tenth marquis."

"The Saint in the Middle Realm is the Nine Marquis."

Uh ...

"Raksha, who has just reached the most holy realm, is only a third-class marquis."

"Only the top powers in the Most Holy can be named second-class marquis."

"As for the first-class marquises, each of them is a legend, which can be called an invincible existence under the Holy King. Now, there are only a few first-class marquises appearing, and everyone should have heard their names. Just over twenty God, each of them killed more than a thousand saints of the seven kingdoms of Shatuo. "

"Even if there is a second-class marquis in the Raksha saint who guards the wormhole, we will suffer heavy losses. If we meet a first-class marquis, I am afraid we will be wiped out."

还是 "Be careful, after all, we have collected a lot of blood and sacred souls, and we must safely send them to the whale river basin."

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