The White Sun Arrow rushed to Qing Mo's body, becoming slower and slower. Finally, it was like a spirit snake, flying around her for a circle, then rushed to the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Nan Shu's most holy palm was covered in blood, and there was a force of death that invaded the wound and devoured her vitality.

"Puff."

Nan Shu was very decisive and used her hand as a knife to cut off her right arm.

"Who? Who is it?"

Nan Shu Zhisheng endured the pain from her right arm and stared in the direction where the Sun Arrow flew away, emitting a terrifying murderous aura all over her body.

The saints in the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm all released their mental power to explore the surrounding sky and underground, and wanted to find the monk who had just shot out the white arrow.

If you can shoot Nan Shu with one arrow, the other party must be a powerful person.

Qing Mo just saw the White Sun Arrow clearly and recognized it. His bright big eyes couldn't help but turn, revealing a look of joy and worry.

"It's not really him?"

Suddenly, Qing Mo saw Zhang Ruochen's figure. He was wearing a blood armor, carrying a blue sky bow and a sun arrow. At some point, he appeared out of thin air on the surface of the Giant Whale River, which looked particularly strange.

The saints in the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm also discovered the blood shadow standing on the river. They immediately released the holy soul realm and burst out powerful holy powers.

Nan Shu's most holy eyes emitted a layer of dark purple holy light, and said, "Is it you who shot the dark arrow just now?"

Zhang Ruochen remained silent, as if he was too lazy to speak.

The saint's eyes of the fish-eyed saint glanced at Qing Mo and said, "The purpose of shooting that arrow is to save her. Are you also the saint of Kunlun Realm?"

Nan Shu's most holy eyes lit up and she said, "The arrow just now contained a very special force of death, which should be a very powerful treasure. It's not another ancient artifact, right?"

Zhang Ruochen's mouth curled up slightly, stepped on the river, walked over step by step, and said, "Even if it is the ancient artifact of divine relics, you can't take it away."

"Faced with dozens of Holy Realm powerhouses in the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm, you dare to say such arrogant words. Are you too confident about your own strength?"

Nan Shu Zhisheng snorted lightly, then took a deep breath, and a wisp of blood qi radiated from the wound on her shoulder, like dense blood vessels, forming the shape of an arm.

Gradually, the powerful blood and energy really condensed into bones, flesh, meridians, and skin. After a while, a snow-white arm grew back into pieces.

Her hands grabbed the void at the same time.

"Boom."

Two huge water columns rose on the surface of the Giant Whale River, condensing two big hands that were more than 100 meters long, and squeezed towards Zhang Ruochen from both left and right directions.

The big hands condensed by the two rivers frozen into black ice, and the space between the hands was also frozen to a little frozen.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes condensed, and the Jingmiao divine fire surged out of his body and turned into a sea of ​​fire. In an instant, the two Xuanbing big hands were burned and melted.

The water of Giant Whale River also boiled.

Nan Shu's most holy face changed slightly and she said, "That is... the legendary Jingmiao Divine Fire..."

Not far away, the most saint and the most saint in the fish eyes also showed solemn expressions, and each took out a holy artifact of thousands of patterns.

The holy artifact that the sage that the sage took out was a three-meter-long holy sword. The blade emitted a strange light, and eight chains were wrapped around it, making a clamor.

He raised the most holy palm and pressed it on the blade. Suddenly, eight chains flew out, each of which became as thick as a bucket, dozens of miles long.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the eight chains flying over, pressed his palm towards the void, and then the eight chains flew backwards and counterattacked the saints in the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Palace Realm.

"Bang bang."

A series of dozens of saints with deep cultivation were pulled out by chains. Even though they were prepared, they were still seriously injured and fell into a pool of blood.

No one knew better than Yan Ju Zhisheng how terrible Zhang Ruochen's palm was. If he hadn't been standing behind the holy sword, he would have been beaten to fly out by the palm force.

This person is really a holy realm, not a holy king?

Suddenly, Yan Jue Sheng felt a heavy pressure on him, and his eyes couldn't help but look horrified, and he turned his neck stiffly.

I saw that the young man in blood armor was already standing in front of him.

The most serious saint was extremely afraid. He wanted to retreat, but found that he could not move his feet at all, and his legs seemed to be frozen.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm down and hit the head of the sternest holy, breaking all his bones into powder. The meridians, holy veins, and blood veins broke inch by inch, and his body was limp and paralyzed, losing his breath.

With one move, you can kill a most holy person.

Nan Shu Zhisheng and Yumei Sheng looked at each other without hesitation. The two of them used a secret technique to improve their strength at the same time. The holy blood in the bloodline, the holy energy in the meridians and the holy energy in the holy veins were all burned.

The aura on the two of them increased several times.

The waves of air that radiated from them shocked all the other saints.

The saints obviously knew that Zhang Ruochen was a very fierce character and they were not allowed to compete with him, so they immediately fled to the distance.

"Eat the Holy Flowers, they will give it to you!"

Zhang Ruochen stared at Nan Shu and Yumei Sheng opposite him, and said lightly.

The Saint-Food Flower rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body, turned into a large vine, extending out from the ground, chasing the saints who had escaped.

At the same time, Nan Shu Zhisheng and Yumei Zhisheng attacked Zhang Ruochen.

"The Hand of Heaven."

Nan Shu Zhisheng was suspended in the air, her five fingers pressed down, and suddenly, the sky became extremely dark, and an oppressive force fell down, as if the power of the entire world was mobilized by her.

"Golden Glazed Glass Cover."

Between the hands of the fish-eyed saint, a dazzling golden light emitted, and a golden light glazed cover of the level of the saint of thousands of patterns burst out with perfect power and suppressed Zhang Ruochen.

After the two of them performed the secret technique, they did become quite powerful. If Zhang Ruochen did not break through to the realm of the True Saint, it would definitely be quite difficult to deal with it.

But now...

Zhang Ruochen stood there, with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and a sword intent surged out of his body.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan flew out, dragged out a long sword light, and slashed towards the two of them.

"Crash."

The "Hand of Heaven" was cut through, and Nan Shu's most holy body was cut into two pieces by the sword energy, falling from mid-air, and blood fell on the riverside.

The golden glass cover was beaten to the point of flying out and hit the body of the fish-me-sage master. Suddenly, the sound of bone breaking sounded in the body of the fish-me-sage master, the body was sunken, and the internal organs were broken into mud.

The life force of the fish-eyed saint is quite strong, and he does not die. When he falls to the ground, he immediately flees to the distance.

This man in blood armor is too powerful and they cannot defeat them... They must escape...

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently, grabbed the Blue Sky Bow and the White Sun Arrow, and shot it out with an arrow.

"Bang!"

The fish-seeding eagle hundreds of miles away was penetrated by a sun arrow, and its body burst, turning into a bloody skeleton, and fell on the bank of the river.

Then, Zhang Ruochen walked towards Nan Shu's Supreme Saint's upper body step by step.

In the eyes of Nan Shu Zhisheng, it was like a god of death approaching her step by step and said, "Who are you?"

"There is no need to know so much for a dying person." Zhang Ruochen said.

"The realm of the sword prison world is in the Giant Whale River Basin. Someone must have passed the news to him. You won't live long."

A cold light appeared in the eyes of Nan Shu's most holy person. Then, her whole body was shaken, and a purple light beam rushed out from her eyebrows and rushed into the sky.

She actually wanted to self-destruct the holy source and die with Zhang Ruochen.

"Swish!"

Zhang Ruochen's figure shook and appeared in front of Nan Shu's most holy person. The magic fire of pure destruction appeared in the palm of his hand. He pressed it down with one palm, smashed her head first, and then burned it to ashes.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all three of the most holy saints were killed.

Zhang Ruochen found a storage bag on Nan Shu's saint's body, and found more than 100 treasure bottles containing 120,000 drops of blood and 370,000 strands of residual souls.

There are not many, but the blood and residual souls are of high levels.

Among them, the Marquis of Rakshasa has more than 140 drops of holy blood, and the Marquis of Rakshasa has more than 350 strands of residual soul foot.

Another great merit value.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen found the storage bag of the most holy fish and the most holy fish, and obtained a large amount of blood and residual souls of the Rakshasa clan.

While Zhang Ruochen was counting the treasures on the three most holy saints, Qing Mo picked up the silver kitchen knife on the ground, restrained the breath of his body, bent his waist, and retreated backwards with his hands and feet, trying to slip away quietly.

"where are you going?"

Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of Qing Mo and blocked her way.

Qing Mo raised his head, shook his head immediately, and said, "I...I don't know anything..."

"Since you don't know anything, just hand over the Rakshasa blood and residual soul on your body first." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qing Mo quickly covered the space ring on his finger and said, "You are the Prince of Shengming, how can you steal a girl's stuff?"

That space ring was given to her by Zhang Ruochen.

"You can lie to me with Chi Yao, why can't I rob you?"

Zhang Ruochen walked towards her, grabbed Qingmo's wrist, lifted her palm upside down, and then took off the space ring on her finger and said, "This is my thing, take it back now."

"It hurts, it hurts."

Qing Mo broke free from Zhang Ruochen's hand, rubbed his wrists, squatted on the ground with aggrieved grievance, holding his knees with both hands, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, and he looked like he was about to cry without crying with his mouth, and said, "I don't want to lie to you, why are you bullying me? I finally collected so much blood and residual souls, and you snatched them all at once... I didn't mess with you, why are you snatching me?"

Zhang Ruochen investigated the items in the space ring, frowned, stared at Qing Mo, and said with disgust: "It has been almost a month since you have collected thirteen drops of blood and seven strands of residual souls. Is this all your gains in the ancestral spirit world? Is it a lot?"
Chapter completed!