The Six-Armed Supreme Saint stopped Chihu Sheng, and smiled again on his face, saying, "Since you have saved our lives, we should naturally repay you. Chi Sheng, take out your two vases and hand them to this friend."

The Six-Armed Supreme Saint seemed very open-minded. He took out his two treasure vases first and threw them to Zhang Ruochen.

The Red Tiger Supreme Saint hesitated for a moment, then took out two treasure vases and threw them over.

Zhang Ruochen didn't even look at the four treasure vases on the ground, and said, "Where are other treasure vases?"

A strange color flashed in the Six-Armed Holy eyes, pretending to be unaware of anything, and said in confusion: "What do you mean? Haven't our vases been given to you?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "There are hundreds of saints in the sword prison world who are attacking wormholes. How dangerous is this battle? How can their treasure vase be carried on themselves? Didn't it be preserved in your place?"

The Six-armed Holy Holy Heart knew that it could not hide it from Zhang Ruochen, so he no longer slandered him. His eyes became a little harsh and said, "I have to admit that your strength is indeed quite powerful, comparable to that of the strongest man at the peak of the Holy Holy. However, as long as I burn the holy blood and use the forbidden secret technique, you may not be able to stop it. It is better for you to accept the four treasure bottles on the ground and just think that we owe you a favor. How can we shake hands and make peace? "

Chihu Zhisheng said: "You should also want to rush to the Giant Whale River Basin through the wormhole. With your own strength, it is impossible to fight against the Rakshasa army guarding near the wormhole. It is better for us to join forces together, and we may not be able to break through."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Do you want to use me to help you deal with the Rakshasa army? Stop dreaming, fight if you want to fight. Whether you want to burn the holy blood or explode the holy source, I will accompany you to the end."

Negotiation failed.

"Since you are seeking death, I will fulfill your wishes."

The murderous intent of the Six-Armed Saint was revealed in his eyes, and a strange language was chanted in his mouth. Then, blood in his body burned, and the aura emitted from him became stronger and stronger.

If it weren't for being forced to have no way out, no saint would burn holy blood on the battlefield of merit to fight. After all, the side effects are too great and they will become extremely weak after the battle.

A saint who is weak in status cannot live long on the battlefield of merit.

But now, the Six-Armed Holy One must fight.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes drooped, his two fingers pinched into a sword technique, and he whispered lightly in his mouth: "Wu Jian."

The time in the surrounding space becomes still in an instant.

"Wow—"

When the time flow rate became normal again, Zhang Ruochen's finger had penetrated the six-armed Supreme Holy eyebrows and killed him.

"This is the power of time..."

The face of the Red Tiger Supreme Saint changed drastically, and immediately turned into a giant flaming tiger, burst out quickly, and fled to the distance. He was frightened and never expected that he would meet a time monk.

Escape! Escape! Escape! Escape!

"Zi Jian."

Time stopped for a moment again.

It was at this moment that Zhang Ruochen killed the Chihu Supreme Saint with another finger sword.

"I originally didn't want to use the power of space and time, so why did I force me?" Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently, groped on Chihu Sheng's body, found a storage bag, opened it, and there were more than a thousand treasure bottles inside.

Then, Zhang Ruochen found a storage bag from the body of the Six-Armed Holy, which contained more than a thousand treasure bottles.

"They actually have so many treasure vases? It is estimated that not only the treasure vases of the Saint Prison Realm, but also hunted down saints from other great worlds and seized some treasure vases."

Zhang Ruochen used his mental power to investigate and calculate it.

The blood and residual souls contained in more than two thousand treasure vases combined have exceeded 60 million.

You know, with Zhang Ruochen's power alone, even if he spends a year, he may not be able to hunt down 60 million Rakshasa monks.

Zhang Ruochen smiled on his face: "No wonder the sword prison world and the purple palace world will hunt other saints to fight. The speed of earning merit value in this way is far more than directly hunting the Rakshasa monks."

Of course, most of the blood and residual souls in more than two thousand treasure vases are from the Rakshasa monks below the Marquis, and only a very small number are the marquis' holy blood and holy souls of the Marquis.

The higher the cultivation level, the more merit values ​​you can exchange for.

Sometimes, even the blood of 100,000 Rakshasa monks is not as good as the holy blood of a marquis.

"The Marquis' blood is more than 1,800 drops in total. The Marquis' holy soul has more than 900 strands."

"The Holy Soul clone will probably collect a lot of holy blood and holy souls. In this way, I have killed more than 3,000 Rakshasa Marquis."

This time, it can be regarded as a great victory and has great rewards.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen noticed something wrong, picked up one of the slightly strange-shaped bottles, and opened the bottle cap.

In the vase, what was contained was not blood and residual soul, but a strong fragrance radiated.

"The Holy Dew of the Condensation."

A joy appeared on Zhang Ruochen's face.

The vase was picked out from the storage bag of the Red Tiger's Most Saint, which contained more than 600 drops of the Condensed True Holy Dew, which was considered an unexpected gain.

The Condensing True Holy Dew can not only help the monks in Tongtian Realm condense the rules of the holy path, but also for the True Saints and the Supreme Saints, it is also a cultivation medicine that can speed up their cultivation speed.

Zhang Ruochen continued to search and found a treasure vase containing the dew of the Concrete Dew in the storage bag of the Six-Armally Holy, which contained more than 800 drops.

"That's great. With more than a thousand drops of Condensing True Holy Dew, my cultivation will definitely be able to go further."

Zhang Ruochen's thought moved and gave the Holy Soul clone a command, asking him not only to collect the holy blood and holy souls of the Rakshasa Marquis, but also to collect the treasures on the saints of the Sword Prison Realm. Not necessarily, he could find more Condensed Holy Dew.

The entire Seven Realms of Shatuo, the Yushan Realm, the Yuanze Insect Realm, the Wancheng Realm..., these great worlds that focus on merit wars were all in an uproar.

There was no way. In the battle just now, Zhang Ruochen acted too fiercely. With one man's strength, he killed nearly 200 marquis of the Rakshasa clan, and almost wiped out all his troops.

The most important thing is that he is still very young.

The streets and alleys of Guanghan Realm were boiling, and every monk was happy. "I have seen him in the army of saints in Guanghan Realm. He is a peerless genius in our Guanghan Realm."

"I just received a message from a semi-saint senior in the Heavenly Court Realm, who is the divine envoy of our Guanghan Realm."

"The God's messenger is invincible, long live the God's messenger."

"With the two powerful figures, the God Envoy and Jiezi, in this battle of merits of the saints, we in Guanghan Realm will definitely be able to win a good ranking, hoping to win the fourth place."

"The great demons and ten directions of the seven realms of Shatuo, the Purple Mansion Realm, and the Eight Realms are all too powerful, so we cannot defeat them. However, we can still compete for the fourth place."

Zhang Ruochen's strong performance made the monks and people in Guanghan Realm excited and excited. I don't know how many young people regard him as an idol, and I don't know how many girls show admiration.

At this moment, the monks in Kunlun Realm were in a complicated mood. Some were sighing, some were scolding Zhang Ruochen, and some were still quite excited. They cheered and shouted for Zhang Ruochen, even if Zhang Ruochen couldn't hear it.

The monks in the sword prison world were so angry that they vomited blood.

"It's really damn that he actually killed the Six-Armed Supreme Saint and the Red Tiger Supreme Saint, and also took away the merit value that originally belonged to the Sword Prison Realm."

"If you kill him, you must kill him."

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Those great figures in the Heavenly Court who are concerned about the merit war of the saints not only think that Zhang Ruochen's performance is amazing, but also show a look of confusion.

"How did this person escape from the Jiujiu Reincarnation Formation in an instant?"

"The six-armed Holy Holy City has burned the holy blood and its strength has increased dramatically. Why did they stand still and leave it to him to kill?"

Although these big figures can see the mirror image of the battlefield, they are not standing on the battlefield themselves, so they cannot feel the fluctuations in space and time.

It is precisely this that they feel extremely puzzled.

Yushan Realm is a holy land in the Heavenly Realm.

The clone of a great saint appeared, more than two thousand feet tall, and gave an order to the four saint kings in the temple, saying: "Immediately send someone to the Seventh Realms of Shatuo and Guanghan Realms to thoroughly investigate the identity and background of this person."

In a holy land under the jurisdiction of Yuanze Insect Realm, a Zerg saint with golden lines all over his body emerged from the ground and turned into an old woman wearing a golden sacred garment.

The great saint of Zerg also discovered that Zhang Ruochen was a peerless genius. He was attracted by the desire to recruit and gave a command like the great saint of Yushan Realm.

Zhang Ruochen naturally knew that the battle just now would definitely appear on the battlefield mirror, and many monks would probably notice him.

However, he seemed to be indifferent. Anyway, the outside world could not interfere in the battle of merit for the saints.

Not long after, the Holy Soul clone returned to Zhang Ruochen and handed a storage bag to Zhang Ruochen. Then, the Holy Soul clone merged into Zhang Ruochen's body.

Zhang Ruochen opened the space storage bag and checked it.

"The Marquis' blood is 245 drops, and the Marquis's residual soul is 79. Sure enough, the Rakshasa clan also paid a huge price to surround the saints of the Killing Sword Prison Realm."

Continue to count.

The storage bag actually contained a large number of elixirs and talismans, and some strange things, all of which were searched from the saints of the Sword Prison Realm. Among them, healing pills accounted for more than half, and all were at the level of holy elixirs.

In addition, some real-life condensation dews were found, and there were more than 2,000 drops in total.

"A great harvest is really a great harvest. With the Six-Arm Supreme Saint and the Red Tiger Supreme Saint, I have nearly 4,000 drops of Condensing True Holy Dew, which is enough to break through the realm of the True Holy Dew. It is only the four thousand drops of Condensing True Holy Dew, this battle is very worth."

Zhang Ruochen put away all the treasures, gradually restrained the smile on his face, stared at the direction of the wormhole, and said to himself: "The Rakshasa tribe has not sent a large army to conquer me. Are you waiting for me to come to the door on my own initiative?"

Zhang Ruochen did not rush to attack the Luosha army stationed near the wormhole, but instead refines the Condensing Holy Dew while waiting for the Chenyuan Ancient Sword to refine the holy weapon on the battlefield.

At the same time, he was also waiting to eat the holy flowers.

In this battlefield, more than a thousand holy-level creatures fell. They were not afraid of insufficient nutrients, but they were afraid that they could not absorb all the holy flowers.
Chapter completed!