Qingtian Shenglong took back the dragon's breath and let dozens of holy kings of the Raksha tribe restore their freedom.

"Eat Prince Moro, this is your only way to live." The magic sound was very indifferent.

The eyes of dozens of holy Kings of the Rakshasa are gazing closely at Prince Moro, and most of them have flashes of fierce light.

"Prince, fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands, you must be dead. You might as well complete me and let me wait for an opportunity to live." A holy king of the Raksha clan sank.

Another Rakshasa holy king said: "To this day, we have no choice, prince, sorry!"

With great tacit understanding, dozens of holy kings of the Raksha clan moved together and walked towards Prince Moro step by step.

There is a saying that man is not self-defeating, and is destroyed by nature.

What's more, they are all stubborn. In order to survive, let alone eat the flesh of Prince Moro. Even if they eat the flesh of a God of Rakshasa, they dare to do it.

Prince Moro's eyes were full of fear, and he shouted: "Stop, don't come over, I am the son of the Capricorn evil god, and a great prince close to many gods, you ... ah ..."

Waiting for Prince Moro to finish, dozens of Rakshasa princes have rushed in the past, dozens of mouths, and biting on them at the same time, biting off large pieces of flesh and blood, dripping blood.

For a moment, the screams of Prince Moro screamed loudly in the temple, such as the evil spirits in **** screaming, making people feel a sense of creepiness.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yan's pupils tightened suddenly, and an intolerance appeared in his eyes. Although she is a Raksha tribe, it is the first time she has seen a picture of Rakshasa eating Rakshasa.

The magic sound cut a large piece of flesh from Prince Moro's body, Shi Shiran walked towards Luo Yan, and said, "His noble princess, I have selected the most tender piece of meat for you, and taste it."

It was said that Luo Min's heart was immediately shocked, even if it was human flesh and blood, she did not want to eat, let alone her own blood.

If she wanted to eat the meat of Prince Moro, it would be more difficult for her to accept than kill her.

"Wow."

Just as the magic sound was about to send flesh and blood into Luo's mouth, a dazzling sword light suddenly burst out from Luo's body.

"Click."

Jian Guang was indestructible, but it was the slashing of the space chain left by Zhang Ruochen, and at the same time breaking the exquisite seal left by Zhang Ruochen.

A quaint hilt flew out and fell into Luo's hands.

Stimulated by the power of evil evil, Tao Tao Shenguang flew from the hilt, manifesting countless rules of Kendo, intertwined with each other, transfigured into a slender sword body, extremely strong divine power, diffuse Come on.

There is no need for Luo to do anything, the rules of heaven and earth all rotate around the Excalibur.

"Booming."

Driven by the power of the Excalibur, Luo Shui suddenly set off a stormy sea, and these waves showed a sharp side, it seemed to condense into thousands of sharp swords.

"this is……"

The magic sound changed slightly.

When she was in the Northern Territory, she had seen this quaint hilt, and knew that it had something to do with the sword mound.

At that time, Luo Yan took out the hilt of the sword and nearly took away Zhang Ruochen's towering sword.

Before the operation, the magic sound had carefully searched Luo Ye's body, but did not find the existence of the hilt, and did not know where Luo Luo hid it.

With the Excalibur in his hand, Luo Yan devoted himself to all his evil forces.

Thousands of powerful sword qi appeared, turned into a terrible torrent of sword qi, wrapped Luo Luo in it, as if in another space and time, no one can approach.

The magic sound wanted to stop it, but unfortunately, the vine she extended, when it touched the torrent of sword gas, was smashed.

The lingering dragon fire spewed by the Qingtian Holy Dragon was also blocked by the torrent of sword gas.

"boom."

The sword torrents were unstoppable, and the temple was instantly destroyed, penetrating through the many folding spaces in Luoshui, opening up a passage to Luoshui.

"help me……"

Prince Moro called in pain.

Although Luo Yan's eyes were intolerable, he did not hesitate to step into the channel opened by the torrent of sword gas.

It is not that she does not want to save Prince Moro, but that she has no way to save it. If there is any delay, she may not even lose the opportunity to escape.

The hilt obtained from the sword mound is indeed extremely extraordinary, but with her current strength, she cannot really exert her power.

Seeing Luo Yan's retreat without hesitation, the last hope in Prince Moro's heart was broken, and he fell completely into the abyss of despair.

The moment Luo Luo stepped into the Jianqi channel, the Jiuqu Tianxing suddenly changed, and an extremely mysterious sword intention covered the whole Jiuqu Tianxing.

The source of this sword is the secret palace of Zhang Ruochen's retreat.

"Well."

Suddenly, thousands of Zhang Ruochen appeared on the Jiuqu Tianxing, all of them were extremely solid, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Each Zhang Ruochen is dancing swords and practicing unpredictable sword skills.

"What happened?"

The early civilization monks who practiced on the Jiuqu star were shocked.

The horrible fluctuations in power that have occurred one after another have made people think that Jiuqu Tianxing has been attacked by powerful enemies.

"not good."

Luo Yan's face changed slightly, and he immediately withdrew from the Jianqi channel at the fastest speed.

For no other reason, the sword intention released by Zhang Ruochen faintly evolved into an independent world, including the entire Jiuqu star, which was actually a channel created by the hilt of the sword.

"Master is out of the gate, Luo, you can't escape."

There was a joy in the eyes of the magic sound.

Luo Yan didn't ignore the magic sound, staring at the sky in the air, there was a huge holy sword suspended there, as high as a thousand sword mountains.

The holy sword blooms with brilliant nine-colored brilliance, and the sword body is imprinted with countless mysterious patterns, which is natural, and seems to contain the most essential truth of Kendo.

For a time, the countless rules of heaven and earth gathered together in madness, the heaven and earth's sacred air condensed countless shadows of holy swords, and the point of the sword pointed to the holy sword, like the Wanjian Chaozong.

"Om."

The hilt of Luo Jian held in Luo's hand, shaken violently, there are signs of flying out of hand.

"Kendo is a great success," Luo Yan said with a word.

Once in the sacred king's realm, a certain sacred rule is successfully cultivated to one million ways, and it can be called great consummation.

In theory, monks can practice up to one million Dao in each sacred rule in the Sacred King Realm. However, monks who can truly reach this step are as rare as rare.

Even 100,000 trails can often only practice close to one million rules, and cannot truly achieve the degree of great consummation.

It is even more difficult to practice the avenue, the Supreme Holy Path, and even the Eternal Ancient Way to great consummation.

Luo Yan never thought that Zhang Ruochen could practice the sword path in the Seventy-two Supreme Holy Path to cultivate a million rules of the Holy Path, triggering a vision of heaven and earth.

There are a million rules of the Holy Word, and a rule of difference can reach one million. There is a world of difference between the two.

Any kind of sacred path, practiced to the great consummation state, will undergo strange changes unimaginable, involving many aspects.

Among several types of holy paths that Zhang Ruochen majored in, Kendo has always been at the forefront, and before this retreat, it was close to one million.

Concentrating on the sword ten, finally, the kendo has achieved a great transformation, reaching a great fulfillment state that countless swords have repaired.

"Well."

All the figures are unified, revealing Zhang Ruochen's true body.

Zhang Ruochen beckoned, and the nine-colored holy sword with a huge handle was directly submerged in him.

Although the nine-colored holy sword is extremely solid and is no different from the real holy sword, its essence is the sacred image of Kendo cultivated by Zhang Ruochen.

Then, the visions covering the Jiuqu Tianxing are rapidly dissipating.

"Congratulations to your master, you have made great progress, and Kendo has achieved great success."

The magic sound and the celestial dragon immediately stepped forward to congratulate.

Although both of them are already comparable to the first level of the Great Holy One, they can still feel tremendous pressure in the face of Zhang Ruochen, as if facing a mighty Great Holy One.

After the completion of Kendo, Zhang Ruochen changed greatly. This change does not flow on the surface, but originates from the essence.

In particular, Jian Xiu will be most aware of Zhang Ruochen's changes.

Zhang Ruochen floated down and landed in the dilapidated temple, and turned his eyes to the simple sword hilt in Luo Ying's hand.

Despite Luo Yan's fierce confrontation, after Zhang Ruochen released a powerful sword, the hilt still flew out uncontrollably.

"Return the hilt to Princess Ben, that belongs to Princess Princess." Luo Yan glared with a pair of beautiful eyes and hummed softly.

Zhang Ruochen reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and while he looked, he said, "This thing originates from the Pluto sword mound, and does not belong to you."

"Zhang Ruochen, you bully people, why do you always grab the princess's treasure? The sundial is mine, and the sword handle is mine." Luo Yan's eyes were full of resentment, constantly grinding his teeth, full of crisp peaks violently.

Zhang Ruochen was unmoved and said lightly: "You are wrong, nothing belongs to you. Even your life is in my hands now."

Hearing that Luo Yan could not help but feel Zhang Ruochen's body and felt a terrible killing intention.

Luo Yan is very clear that Zhang Ruochen has always been very cold and ruthless towards monks in the **** world. Especially this time, Prince Moro has provoke Zhang Ruochen, and it is difficult to say that she will not be implicated.

"Zhang Ruochen, you have killed Princess Ben, it will not do you any good, it will only bring you endless trouble. Princess Princess knows that you will definitely say, you don't care. But then, those who regard you as a nail in the eye I'm afraid you will clap your hands, anyway, you have already got the treasure in the sword mound, how about you put the princess? "Luo Yan said quickly.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I can give you a chance to live, send a message to the Rakshasa, and return the ancient tea tree that was taken by Prince Moro to the Kunlun Realm."

While talking, Zhang Ruochen cast his gaze on Prince Moro, but unfortunately, what he saw was only a bone, all the flesh and blood was eaten by the princes of the Raksha tribe.

Even so, Prince Moro hasn't really died yet, and its holy source and holy spirit remain.

Reaching for a hand, Zhang Ruochen took the holy source of Prince Moro into his hands, and his holy soul was being contained.

After all the flesh and blood was eaten by the Holy King of the Rakshasa, Prince Moro's spiritual will was already in a state of collapse.

Even if he let his body go to a new body, it has already been abolished, and there can be no great achievements.

With a change of heart, Zhang Ruochen took the sacred source of Prince Moro into the world of heaven and earth, and let the evil spirits refine his sacred soul.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen collected the sacred bone of Prince Moro.

This bone has been immortalized, which is equivalent to the bone of the immortal saint, which is quite useful.

At the same time, the magic sound suddenly released a large number of vines, piercing like lightning, piercing the body of a holy King of the Rakshasa.

"You ... don't keep your promise."

The holy kings of the Rakshasa are full of unwillingness.

They had set aside all their concerns and ate the flesh and blood of Prince Moro, but they did not expect that in the end they could not escape.

The magic voice said coldly: "The faithfulness of your monks in the **** world is the kindness of women. Could you let you go back and continue to devour the Kunlun realms?"

When she and Qingtian Shenglong shot in person to capture the group of holy kings of Rakshasa, their results were already doomed.

Whether it is Prince Moro or this group of holy kings of Rakshasa, are the executioners of the slaughter painting sect, can you let it go?

Within a short while, all the spirits of the holy kings of the Raksha clan were swallowed up and turned into a dry corpse. The wind passed and dissipated.

"Old Chu, you can rest in peace!" Zhang Ruochen meditated in his heart.

After experiencing too much helplessness, misery, and sorrow, and unconsciously, Zhang Ruochen's heart gradually became cold and no longer benevolent as before.

Perhaps this is the price that will be paid to embark on the road of the strong and pursue the emperor.

Anyway, revenge for Chu Siyuan, Zhang Ruochen's mind became a lot easier.

Next, he needs to take back the ancient tea tree that belongs to the painting school, and help the talented scriptures to revive the painting school and Confucianism.

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As a Raksha princess, Luo's status and status is more revered than that of Prince Moro. Holding it in his hands may allow Raksha to compromise.

In fact, there is also hope for Prince Moro to return to the ancient tea tree of the Cause.

However, Prince Moro was the murderer who killed Chu Siyuan. In addition, Luo Luo has been captured, so there is no need to keep him.

"You want to take back the ancient tea tree of the Holy Path so much, is it for the gift of the Holy Book? Zhang Ruochen, you always put on a cold look, in fact, very passionate! Hey!" Luo Yan said.

Obviously, Luo Zhang knew everything about Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said coldly, "If you don't want to die, just do what I say."

During the conversation, Zhang Ruochen released a more terrible killing intention, and an irresistible will, covering Luo Yan.

"The princess is just passing on the message, so what is so fierce." Luo Yan was shocked in his heart, and he could not help but grin.

She could feel that Zhang Ruochen was not joking, and obedient, and the consequences would be unpredictable.

In order not to really annoy Zhang Ruochen, Luo Yan immediately began to write the content to be delivered.

After a while, Luo Min wrote all the words, and after Zhang Ruochen's eyes, he typed out immediately.

Let the family to take out the ancient tea tree of the Holy Word to save themselves, Luo Yan felt very shameless but helpless. Zhang Ruochen became stronger and stronger, and she had no means at all this time.

Even Yan Wushen was so impenetrable that she fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands. Even if she lost, she didn't seem to be ashamed.

In Luo Yi's view, Zhang Ruochen's change is not only manifested in cultivation, but also in his heart, there is no flaw.

In order to achieve his goal, he can do whatever he can.

This kind of Zhang Ruochen is the most terrible.