Ancestral Spirit Realm, Northern World.

On a vast desert, there is a rocky mountain nearly 10,000 meters high. There are dense wind tunnels in the mountains. The evil power emitted by the mountain makes a strange cloud over the sky.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint came to the bottom of the desert, with long hair spread out, and a cold look in his eyes, saying, "Come out!"

"Wow—"

From those wind tunnels, there were dense crowds of Rakshasa monks, with more than 100,000.

Among them, more than 60 Rakshasa had wings, soaring in the sky, rushing towards the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

You should know that all Rakshasa with wings have the cultivation level of a saint.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint was not afraid at all. His holy eyes glared forward, and suddenly, dense sword energy flew out like waves dozens of feet high, killing the attacking Rakshasa into a mass of blood mist.

At the same time, the Nine Nether Sword Saint grabbed a holy sword, flew to the sky, and entered the group of Rakshasa saints.

Every sword is slashed, a saint will die.

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

Only the Nine Nether Sword Saint was still standing straight in the desert, his body spotlessly.

Some of the great figures in the Heavenly Court were surprised to see this scene.

"This saint in Kunlun Realm is too powerful, and it is probably already capable of confronting the Holy King."

"This talented saint realm and attainments in swordsmanship, according to the Taoist lineage, should have practiced Sword Eight to the Great Perfection. Focus on this person and write down his name. He must win him over to our Wancheng Realm."

...

Ancestral Spirit Realm, Western World.

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

"kill."

There were hundreds of thousands of army of Rakshasa clans, including more than 80 Rakshasa saints, rushing towards him, and the whole world was wrapped in dark red evil spirits.

Chu Siyuan injected his mental power into the painting and shouted loudly: "The sun's blood-ejecting beads will drip from the ground, and the wind will turn the flames to burn people."

The next moment, the water in the lake turned into oil and burned violently.

At the moment of concern, a thousand miles of radius turned into a sea of ​​fire.

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

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

"I still want to leave?"

Chu Siyuan used a brush to quickly outline the lake surface.

Every time he draws, a fire dragon flies up from the lake and chases dozens of Rakshasa saints who are still alive. Soon, more than a thousand fire dragons fly together in the sky, burning all the Rakshasa saints who want to escape to death.

Some big worlds in the Heavenly Kingdom caused a sensation again.

"The old man's mental strength is infinitely close to level 55. The key is that his attainments in painting are really terrible."

"Why haven't such a person broken through to the realm of the Holy King? Is he deliberately suppressing the realm, just waiting for the saint's merit war?"

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

"Record his name. This person has such a high attainment in painting. After coming to the Heavenly Court Realm, he has a lot of cultivation resources and breaking through to the realm of the Great Saint."

Whether it is the Jiuyou Sword Saint, Chu Siyuan, or other older figures in the Kunlun Realm, they actually have quite terrible talents, but the environment suppressed them, causing them to practice for hundreds of years, and they are still at the realm of the Supreme Saint.

The swordsmanship of the Nine Nether Sword Saint and Chu Siyuan's paintings have all reached extremely high levels. Their hundreds of years of accumulation are not comparable to those younger generations.

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

"After reaching the realm of half truth and half emptiness, it is still a little bit short of the realm of the True Saint."

The river connecting the sky in Zhang Ruochen's Qi Sea became much more solid, and the rules of the holy paths appeared and flowed in the river.

It is only one last step away from "turning virtual into truth".

"I still underestimate Tongtianhe's demand for the realm of the true holy dew. It is estimated that three thousand drops of the realm of the realm of the true holy dew are needed to break through to the realm of the true holy."

"Other saints only need five hundred drops of Condensing True Holy Dew to break through from the early stage of Tongtian Realm to the True Holy Realm. Even a genius like Bu Ji only has two thousand drops. And I have refined 10,000 drops, but it is not enough."

"Where can I find three thousand drops of the Condensed True Holy Dew?"

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

When we came to the ancestral spirit world, the growth rate of the Holy Flower of Eater became particularly fast. The flower on the top of the vine has withered and replaced by a small fruit.

This is the second fruit produced by the Holy Flower!

The first time the Holy Flower of Eat Flower blooms, the fruit that bears is the empty body of Eat Flower.

The empty body has merged into one with its true body.

The second time the Holy Flower blooms, the fruits that bear fruit are the body of the Holy Flower.

Of course, the second fruit has just taken shape and is still a bit far from ripening.

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

The Holy Flower took out two treasure vases and handed them to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen used his mental power to investigate, frowned slightly, and said, "Only one thousand five hundred and forty drops of blood and two thousand three hundred and thirty-two wisps of holy souls."

"Master, I have been rushing to the road with all my might. Only when I encounter Rakshasa can I 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." said the Holy Flower of Shi.

Zhang Ruochen found the location of the Yujin Mountains on the map and said, "It takes more than 20 days to walk two million miles. It can be seen that you have tried your best."

"However, it is still very far away from the Giant Whale River Basin." said Shi Shenghua.

"So, we must save time... we can only borrow wormholes. You see, at the beginning of the Yujin Mountains, there is a wormhole in 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 Shi Shenghua advised: "Master, never. All the wormholes in the ancestral spirit world are controlled by the Rakshasa tribe, and a large number of troops and strong men are guarding there."

"I have also explored the wormhole in the Jade Jin Mountains. There are millions of Rakshasa army stationed there, and the number of saints is more than one thousand, and there is even more than one most holy aura emitted from the army."

"So many strong men gathered together and shot one attack at the same time, the Holy King couldn't bear it. What's more, there were a large number of formation inscriptions near the wormhole. If we broke through it, we would undoubtedly seek death."

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "There are such a huge number of Rakshasa monks gathering. It seems that it is not easy to capture a wormhole."

"That's right." The Shishenghua said.

"But they also had a great merit value. I was really unwilling to give up like this. I returned as the same way and took me to the wormhole space to take a look." Zhang Ruochen said.

Since Zhang Ruochen made the decision, the Holy Flower of Food was naturally irresistible, so he had to take him to the wormhole at the head of the Yujin Mountain Range.

Zhang Ruochen sat in the golden step dragon chariot, while rushing to the road, he took out thousands of war soldiers collected by the Holy Flowers and handed them over to the Chenyuan Ancient Sword for refining.

The level of those warriors is not high, and the refining speed of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword is extremely fast. It can refine three or four warriors 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 the dead, it is a little weaker, and is almost the same as the blood evil spirit of the Immortal Blood Clan. It seems that in the hell realm, the status of the Dead clan should be high and the Rakshasa clan and the Immortal Blood Clan."

The advantage of the Immortal Vampire is that its vitality and physical strength exceeds that of ordinary human monks can be more easily cultivated until their physical body becomes saints.

Almost all the men of the Rakshasa clan are born with divine power and their physical bodies are extremely powerful, which is comparable to the Immortal Vampire clan.

Women of the Rakshasa clan have extremely high talent in terms of mental power, and can be more easily cultivated to become semi-saints of mental power or even spiritual power saints.

...

Just when Zhang Ruochen was rushing to the Jade Jinshan Mountain Worm Cave, a large number of saints gathered here, one of the Seven Realms of Shatuo.

Because they received the news that the Jiezi of the Knife Prison Realm discovered the merit book wall of the Southern World in the Giant Whale River Basin, so they were ready to go over and meet Jiezi.

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

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

A male true saint with scales on his face said with some disdain: "Except for those first-class marquises, the other monks of the Rakshasa clan are all mobs, and it is not to be afraid. Today, we will surround all the Rakshasa guarding the wormholes, and we can earn a large amount of merit before we go to see the world."

The most holy saint sitting at the top had six arms and a long white beard. He snorted: "Xu Fang, don't think you can be arrogant if you rank in the top twenty true saints in the sword prison world. A few days ago, I met a second-class marquis of the Rakshasa clan and was almost killed by the other party. How do you think your strength is compared with me?"

"Really, false? The strength of the second-class marquis is so terrifying?"

The true saint named Xu Fang showed a look of shock.

The Six-armed Holy Nodded and said, "In the Rakshasa clan, only by reaching the realm of a saint can one be granted a marquis. Marquises are divided into ten levels."

"The saint of the lower realm is a tenth-class marquis."

"The saint of the middle realm is a ninth-class marquis."

...

"Rakshasa, who has just reached the Supreme Saint realm, is only a third-class marquis."

"Only the top strong people in the Supreme Saint can be named second-class marquis."

"As for first-class marquis, each one is a legend, 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 days, each of them has 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 meet a first-class marquis, we may be wiped out."

"Be careful, after all, we have collected a lot of blood and holy souls and must be sent safely to the Giant Whale River Basin."
Chapter completed!