Zhang Ruochen stood on the top of Jianshan Mountain, full of energy and aura, and said loudly: "Swordsman should be exposed, breaking the clouds and opening the moon, and should not sleep here and turn into rust mud. Seniors, would you like to leave with me? I will definitely choose those who are destined to be for you in the new civilization of the sword world and inherit the sword path."

"Zheng!"

Ten thousand swords sounded together, and the sound continued for a long time.

"good!"

Zhang Ruochen pressed his hands on his temple, activated the time and space magic mark between his eyebrows, and collected all the swords on Jianshan and Jianshan, and placed them in the Qiankun Realm.

A sword domain shrouded by powerful sword intent appeared in the Qiankun Realm.

Most of these swords have lost all their spiritual power, like scrap iron. However, there are still some, which are peerless famous swords that last forever and are truly magical weapons.

Zhang Ruochen's words just now were definitely not false, but he really wanted to revive the sword world.

On the battlefield of hunting the sky, Zhang Ruochen promised the Lord of the Nanjian Realm to protect the Nanjian Realm for ten thousand years and pass on the Dharma to the Nanjian Realm. At that time, he only regarded this matter as a transaction.

Later, he competed with the Earth Demon Ghost City, the Palace of Eternal Life, and the Sea of ​​Enlightenment, and just wanted to fulfill his promise.

However, when he came to the sword tomb forest, he obtained ten-thousandth of secrets of swords, and obtained the marrow cleaning of ten thousand swords and the sword spirit of the sword ancestor. He also saw the glory and destruction that the sword world had experienced, and his heart was deeply touched, as if he had transformed into a member of the sword world.

It is precisely this that revitalizing the sword world and promoting the sword path is no longer a transaction or a promise, but something you want to do from the bottom of your heart.

Zhang Ruochen walked in the desolate tomb forest with deep footprints, looking at the mottled tombstones and the scabbards inserted in front of the tombstones.

There is a tomb, but no one is there.

There is a sheath, but the sword does not return.

He couldn't help but feel touched, and he chanted:

"Three thousand divine swords left the sheath, and no one returned the hundred-mile empty tomb."

"The man who buried the sword has his courage, and we will conquer nature in the future."

...

Zhang Ruochen and Ale, embark on the road back.

For Zhang Ruochen, he was able to obtain the secret of swordsmanship and sword soul, condense the heavenly sword soul in the Hundred Shackle Realm, and his journey to the Origin Temple has been completed.

Next, there are two more things to do.

First, check whether Bai Qing'er has attracted the Origin Temple of the Origin.

For her, this is the last tempering and test for herself before becoming a god. Moreover, the bigger the matter, the better and the more chaotic it becomes, the more successful she can retire.

This coincides with Zhang Ruochen's purpose.

Second, Zhang Ruochen needs to find a way to protect Jiannanjie as much as possible.

This is a change in mentality after visiting the Kendo Tomb Forest.

Before that, he just wanted to save more creatures from Jiannan Realm, and he didn't have the strong sense of responsibility as he is now.

The more you get, the heavier the responsibility will be.

There are only two ways to save Jiannanjie.

Either take away Jiannanjie or lead the gods elsewhere.

The Jiannan Realm is vast and boundless. With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, it is still quite difficult to carry a growing Qiankun Realm. It is obviously impossible to add it to the Qihai.

If you want to carry a big world like Jiannan Realm, ordinary gods will definitely not be able to do it. At least they have to be able to survive the disaster of the Yuanhui.

However, considering that the Origin Temple is also in Jiannan Realm, in this case, I am afraid that the God Lord can take action to bring Jiannan Realm into his own divine realm world.

If you want to protect Jiannanjie, you can only find a way to lead the gods to another place.

However, with a mere saint of the Hundred Shackles Realm, not to mention leading away the gods, even any god can kill him with just one blow.

Just as Zhang Ruochen was thinking about countermeasures, the voice of the White Tiger of Burying Gold sounded: "If the Origin Temple is taken away, it is just a Jiannan Realm. My Burying Gold God Realm World can be carried for a short time."

"Can you release your divine power and collect Jiannan Realm?" Zhang Ruochen said in surprise.

Burying Jin Baihu said: "Of course, we cannot release too much divine power, we just release the divine realm world. Moreover, you have to carry the divine realm world so that we can hide the perception of the heavenly way. Otherwise, if the heavenly punishment comes, we will all die."

"Okay, that's the decision for the time being."

With the help of the white tiger in the funeral, Zhang Ruochen felt that the burden on his shoulders was much lighter and he was more confident.

...

The Origin Temple has long been transformed into ruins, with ruins everywhere.

There are broken walls that are dozens of feet high, huge unicorn stone carvings stand among the rocks, and sword monuments fall under the ravines, so dilapidated, yet so magnificent.

There are also broken formations and ancient killing patterns, all over the place.

Even the Great Sage, who is rushing around in it, may touch the formation and cause disaster.

But for the Da Sikong and Er Sikong at this moment, they couldn't care about so much. Their Buddhist robes were ragged and their mouths were covered in blood, and they fled quickly in the ruins.

Whenever the formation was touched, sword energy would fly out of the formation and slash on them, causing the two monks to scream.

They dared not stop, and there were dense sounds of water breaking behind them, and dozens of great saints were chasing them.

"The two masters go first, let's stop them."

True killing, true greed, true delusion, the three monks released powerful death energy and Taoist domains, turning into three bright light shuttles, rushing towards the pursuers behind.

The three of them are all in a state of death.

With the power of the three men, without using war soldiers, they actually defeated dozens of great saints step by step. If they had not been compassionate and had not had the idea of ​​killing, the great saint would have fallen.

A loud shout came from a distance: "You are the white-clothed god of death in the Temple of Death. You are not a Buddhist practitioner, so why don't you wake up soon."

The sound contains powerful mental power and death mind power.

True killing, true greed, true greed spirit and holy soul were suppressed and stood there.

The Nan Sheng and the four great saints of the Temple of Death took off quickly, cutting through the heavy water, leaving five white water patterns.

When the Nan Sheng appeared, dozens of great saints around looked at each other, showing a look of fear and fear, and quickly retreated.

They all knew that there were many origin sacred medicines on Da Sikong and Er Sikong, so they were extremely unwilling to accept it and were still wandering in the distance, waiting for the opportunity to catch fish in troubled waters.

Nan Sheng stood on the shoulders of a broken stone sculpture more than ten feet tall, glanced at the escaped Da Sikong and Er Sikong, and smiled sarcastically: "A mere two great saints in the immortal realm, when they saw this saint, they actually wanted to escape."

"Saint Nan should not kill them. Since they call Zhang Ruochen the uncle, it may be of great use to catch them." said a great saint of the Death Temple with a crocodile head.

Nan Sheng nodded, released his mental power, and condensed two gray chains.

The gray chains are condensed from the rules of heaven and earth, like two spiritual snakes, entangled towards the Grand Sikong and the Second Sikong.

"Don't hurt my two masters."

Zhensha dissolved Nan Sheng's mental power, Buddha's light appeared in his eyes, his hands folded, and a giant sword that was ten feet long condensed above his head.

Slashed down with both hands, and the giant sword followed.

"Boom."

The two mental chains broke in response to the sound.

"Good example, really kill." Da Sikong turned around and couldn't help but praise.

Nan Sheng was a little confused at first, then turned to anger. In a vague way, he heard the laughter of the Great Saint in the distance.

I don’t know if it’s mocking him or the Temple of Death.

The white-clothed killing god in the Temple of Death is turned into a Buddhist practitioner, and in turn is an enemy of the Temple of Death. Is there anything more funny than this?

True greed and true delusion also resolved the mental suppression of Nan Sheng, and each formed a Buddha seal, but a sword of killing condensed above his head and attacked Nan Sheng.

"You go and capture those two monks, and I will suppress these three embarrassing things."

Nan Sheng's face was gloomy. He took out a blue talisman fan and swung forward. The dense runes flew out and turned into hundreds of thunder and lightning, hitting the body of Zhenkang, True and Devil, and True Greed, and all of them were lifted out.

The four great saints of the Temple of Death went around and chased Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

"The Southern Saint is so terrible. He is also a state of death, but he can fight against three."

"Is this one fighting against three? With a wave of his hand, he can defeat three powerful people in the realm of death. The terrifying combat power is enough to be comparable to the Supreme Realm of the Great Saint."

"Disciples of the Seven Great Masters, people who are ordinary people in the legend of the Dead Clan, do you think they are ordinary people? Let's go, with Nan Sheng here, we can't even think about picking up a bargain."

...

The four great saints in the Temple of Death, the weakest ones in the cultivation level are all the Hundred Shackles Realm.

However, this is the Origin Temple. They were worried about touching the formation and killing divine patterns, so after chasing for a long time, they did not capture Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

They launched long-range attacks and mental attacks, and also hit the two monks.

What's strange is that Da Sikong and Er Sikong seemed to have an indestructible body. Every time they were hit, they spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and immediately got up and continued to escape.

"The golden body of the Buddhist Bodhisattva is so powerful?" The great saint of the dead clan with a crocodile head said in surprise.

The attack he launched from the air just now was able to kill the Great Sage at the peak of the Immortal Realm, but after the fat white monk in front was hit, he just rolled around the ground like a ball, immediately cursed and crawled up again, and continued to run forward.

"Maybe they are not only in the Immortal Realm of cultivation." A great saint of the Dead Clan guessed like this.

"Don't worry about so many things first, and then suppress them. They entered the Origin Temple first before us, and must have picked a lot of holy medicines."
To be continued...