Even the defensive holy weapon has a very amazing power after it bursts out with perfect power.

The thunder and fire that surged out from the monument shield actually condensed into a giant monument more than a thousand feet high, presenting it in front of the shield.

"Rumbling."

Zhang Ruochen retreated back dozens of miles in a row, and the monument shield in his hand turned red, and sparks appeared, as if they were about to melt.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen resisted the lightning column of lightning that erupted from the Jiujiu Guiyi Formation, stabilized his body, and stood on the ground with a brilliant look. Gradually, the monument shield cooled down.

"It actually... blocked the attack of the Jiujiu Guiyi Formation?"

All the Marquis of Rakshasa were surprised.

All major forces in the Yushan Realm, the Yuanze Insect Realm, and the Wancheng Realm were difficult to calm down. Finally, I realized that Zhang Ruochen's strength might have reached the top level under the Holy King.

Definitely a talent.

"It turns out that he is a top expert. Focus on this person. After he takes off his blood armor, he must see who he is?"

"I guess it is also an old guy with strong accumulation. Among the young saints, there are very few heroes with such strength."

...

A look of fear appeared in the silver-haired lion's eyes, and his body moved, turning into a stream of light and rushing into the center of the Jiujiu Recruitment Array.

Next, he will personally control the formation.

The remaining dozens of Rakshasa marquises gathered near the Jiujiu Guiyi Formation. Now, only by using the power of the Jiujiu Guiyi Formation can they suppress the cultivator wearing blood armor.

"Swish."

Zhang Ruochen stepped on a phoenix and a phoenix under his feet, constantly changing his figure, leaving behind one after another, quickly approaching the 99-Returning Formation.

Although the Nine-Nine Reminder Formation is powerful, it cannot lock Zhang Ruochen at all.

After rushing to a position that was only ten miles away from the Jiujiu Guiyi Formation, Zhang Ruochen lifted the ancient sword of Shenyuan with both hands, and the holy energy in his body continued to inject into the sword body.

A thousand feet of light emitted from the sword body.

Every light is a sword energy. After it falls on the ground, it creates bottomless holes.

This time, Zhang Ruochen directly stimulated the perfect power of the ancient sword in the Chenyuan. The sword power burst out from the sword body made the Marquis of Rakshasa on the ground feel frightened and his body can't help but tremble.

The silver-haired lion felt his scalp numb and roared: "The formation of nine nine-nine-returning formation will be activated immediately, launch the strongest attack, and must kill him."

The powers of the eighty-one Rakshasa Marquis were combined together. After a moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth shook violently. The holy energy that gushed out from their bodies was transformed into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning intertwined with energy.

Lightning, like pillars, shuttled between the sky and the ocean of lightning, outlining a scene like the beginning of the world.

The next moment, the eighty-one Rakshasa Marquis stretched out one palm at the same time and pressed it towards the sky.

Suddenly, a large purple hand hundreds of meters long stretched out from the sea of ​​thunder and lightning, slapped at Zhang Ruochen.

"Kill." Zhang Ruochen roared.

The Chenyuan Ancient Sword, which had burst out with perfect power, condensed the shadow of a giant sword and slashed it down.

"Boom."

The purple hand was shattered by the ancient sword of Chenyuan. The terrifying sword energy broke through the ocean of lightning and lightning, and struck the sky above the Jiujiu Guiyi Formation.

The eighty-one Marquis of Rakshasa blocked for a moment, and the sword broke through the light shield that enveloped them and slashed heavily on the ground.

"Puff."

All the eighty-one Rakshasa Marquis were bombarded by the waves of sword energy and flew backwards, and twelve of them died on the spot and turned into bloody corpses.

"Escape quickly. Only by asking the second-class Marquis of Bai Yu to take action can this person be suppressed."

After shouting this sentence, a pair of three-meter-long black wings spread out on the back of the silver-haired lion, turned into a beam of light, rushed into the clouds, and flew rapidly towards the wormhole.

The other Rakshasa marquis were also scared and flew away one after another, turning into dark red holy clouds, just wanting to escape from this place as soon as possible.

Zhang Ruochen did not chase after him, but just shouted: "Food Holy Flower."

The Holy Flower of Food rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's back, and the vines became thicker and longer, rushing to the top of the clouds. Then, tens of thousands of branched vines grew out, completely covering the entire world.

Standing on the ground and looking upward, you can't see the sky at all. You can only see vines and leaves, as well as the electric light and flames intertwined on the leaves.

The current strength of the Saint-Food Flower is comparable to that of the most saints, so it is naturally not difficult to deal with those low-level Rakshasa Marquis.

Screams kept coming from the vines.

Some Rakshasa Marquis were pierced by vines that ate the holy flowers; some Rakshasa Marquis were wrapped in vines and leaves, and became tighter and tighter, and finally turned into blood mud.

Regarding the means of mass killing, Zhang Ruochen is really not as good as eating saint flowers.

Of course, there were also several fourth-class marquis who used holy tools to smash some of the vine leaves that ate the holy flowers and escaped.

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the blue sky bow, placed the white sun arrow on the bowstring, and pulled it into a full moon.

"Bang."

The sound of landslides and rocks cracks sounded.

The Sun Arrow flew out at a speed of 100 times the speed of sound, took off his tail hundreds of meters long, and hit a fourth-class marquis. Then, the fourth-class marquis let out a scream and fell from the sky.

The Sun Arrow contains a power of death. Once it hits the creature, the power of death will invade the creature's body along the blood and devour the living creature's vitality.

It can be said that the Sun Arrow is the surest arrow.

"Bang."

"Bang."

...

Ten arrows were shot out in a row, and Zhang Ruochen shot all the fourth-class marquis who escaped.

Only the silver-haired lion, who used the sacred artifact to block two arrows, actually dragged his seriously injured body and escaped from the battlefield.

"Just a third-class marquis can withstand two arrows from me and not die. I don't know how powerful the second-class marquis is?"

The silver-haired lion had already flew thousands of miles away. Even if he shot the White Sun Arrow, he could not kill him. Zhang Ruochen had to put away the Blue Sky Bow and White Sun Arrow.

Zhang Ruochen looked at this battlefield full of chaotic holy power, and the corpses of the saints could be seen everywhere, and even the soil on the ground was stained red by holy blood.

"I thought that practicing to become a saint would be above all sentient beings and could enjoy the worship and respect of countless creatures. However, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and we must fight for the survival of the mother world. And this battle, even the life of the saint, is like grass."

Zhang Ruochen felt deeply in his heart.

If so, Zhang Ruochen would rather choose to live in seclusion in the mountains, drink wine, row a boat, and enjoy the beautiful scenery. It would be better that there is a confidante around him.

Imagination is always so beautiful, but the reality in front of you can tear all your dreams apart.

Zhang Ruochen put away his thoughts and beat the ancient sword of Chenyuan. He controlled the sword body with the spirit of the instrument, flew on the ruined battlefield, and began to refine the holy weapons of the Saint of the Sword Prison Realm and the Marquis of the Rakshasa clan.

You should know that more than a thousand holy-level creatures fell on the entire battlefield, and the grades of their holy weapons were extremely high. If they were all refined, it would be enough to increase the grades of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword by a huge amount.

"Wow—"

The Hundred Saints Blood Armor covering Zhang Ruochen's body turned into a boxing glove again.

Then, a holy soul clone walked out of his body.

The holy soul clone gradually condensed into a real body, exactly the same as Zhang Ruochen's real body.

Zhang Ruochen asked the Holy Soul clone to carry two treasure vases to collect the blood and holy soul of the Marquis of Rakshasa, and his true body walked towards the two most holy saints in the sword prison world.

The two most holy saints in the sword prison world have already recovered most of their injuries after swallowing the healing pill.

The other five arms with the one-armed most holy grew out again, and the six arms emitted dazzling holy light. When the fist was clenched gently, a deafening sound of wind and thunder came out.

The trauma of the Red Tiger, the most holy saint, has healed and condensed into a human form again, turning into a giant man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. Beside him, a holy sword as wide as a door panel stands, and the blade emits a cold light.

The Supreme Saint with six arms saw Zhang Ruochen coming and realized that this person was actually quite young. He couldn't help but feel a little amazed.

Which young hero is he from?

"Thank you for helping me, my friend." Chihu Sheng said with his fist.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the two of them coldly and said, "No need to thank me, I have no intention of saving you."

The Six-Arm Supreme Saint and the Red Tiger Supreme Saint are both people who have lived for more than five hundred years. How smart they have seen through everything long ago and know that Zhang Ruochen deliberately used the sword prison world to weaken the combat power of the Rakshasa clan. Otherwise, with his strength, he would have stood up to deal with the Rakshasa clan earlier, so how could the entire army be wiped out in the sword prison world?

However, the Six-Armed Supreme Saint and the Chihu Supreme Saint understood that with their strength, they were no match for Zhang Ruochen at all, so they could only pretend to be confused by their understanding.

Six-armed Holy Sage smiled and said, "If you hadn't taken action, we would have died in the siege of the Rakshasa clan. We owe this kind of favor. In the future, whenever we have useful, friends only need to give us a command, even if we are heartbroken, we will repay our kindness."

Zhang Ruochen had no intention of being a good person at all, nor did he intend to talk to them, and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, hand over the Holy Blood and the Holy Soul."

The smiles on the Six-Armed Holy and the Red Tiger Holy disappeared, and their eyes became gloomy.

What should come will come eventually.

A hot flame surged out of the body of the Chihu Supreme Saint, and a cloud of fire scattered everywhere, and said in a deep voice: "You are too domineering. Do you think the sword prison world is afraid of you?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "If you hand over the Holy Blood and the Holy Soul, you can give up a way out of life. If you don't, I can only kill you and then take away the Holy Blood and the Holy Soul."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy, right? If this saint self-destructs the holy source, why do we all have to die?"

The Red Tiger Supreme Saint was ready to intimidate Zhang Ruochen and forced Zhang Ruochen to give in.

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