The Qingtian Holy Dragon retracted the dragon's breath and allowed dozens of Rakshasa holy kings to restore freedom.

"Eating Prince Moro is your only way to live." The Demonic Sound is very indifferent.

The eyes of dozens of Rakshasa holy kings were all staring at Prince Moro, most of whom had fierce lights flashing in their eyes.

"The Great Prince, if you fall into Zhang Ruochen's hands, you will definitely die. It's better to help us and let us wait for a chance to survive." A saint king of the Rakshasa clan said in a deep voice.

Another saint king of the Rakshasa clan said: "At this point, we have no choice, the eldest prince, I'm sorry!"

There was a very tacit understanding, dozens of saint kings of the Rakshasa clan moved together and walked towards Prince Moro step by step.

There is a saying that if people do not care for themselves, heaven will be punished by the earth.

What's more, they are all cruel people. In order to survive, they dare to do it even if they eat the flesh of Prince Moro, even if they eat the flesh and blood of a god of the Rakshasa tribe.

The eyes of the Great Prince Moro were filled with fear and shouted in a trembling voice: "Stop, don't come over, I am the son of the evil god Moyue, and the great prince personally conferred by many gods. You...ah..."

Before Prince Moro finished speaking, dozens of Rakshasa holy kings rushed over, and dozens of mouths were bitten on him at the same time, tearing off large pieces of flesh and blood, dripping blood.

For a moment, Prince Moro's shrill screams sounded in the palace, like the roar of an evil ghost in hell, making people feel creepy.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, and an unbearable look appeared in her eyes. Although she was a Rakshasa clan, this was the first time she saw the Rakshasa eating Rakshasa.

Mo Yin cut off the body of Prince Moro, a piece of flesh and blood as big as a palm, and Shi Shi walked towards Luo Qi, saying, "Your Highness, the noble princess, I will choose the most tender piece of meat for you, and taste it well."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yi's mind was shocked immediately. Even if it was the flesh and blood of the human race, she would not want to eat it, let alone the flesh and blood of the same race.

If she really wanted to eat Prince Moro's meat, it would be even more difficult for her to accept than killing her.

"Wow."

Just as Mo Yin was about to send flesh and blood into Luo Yi's mouth, an extremely dazzling sword light suddenly burst out from Luo Yi's body.

"Click."

The sword light was invincible, and it actually cut off the space chain left by Zhang Ruochen, and at the same time broke the exquisite ban left by Zhang Ruochen.

An ancient sword hilt flew out and fell into Luo Yi's hands.

Driven by the evil force, divine lights flew out from the hilt of the sword, revealing countless sword rules, intertwined with each other, and transforming into a slender sword body, with extremely rich divine power spreading.

Without Luo Yi doing anything, the rules between heaven and earth all rotated around the divine sword.

"Rumbling."

Pulled by the power of the divine sword, Luoshui immediately set off a storm, and these waves all showed a sharp side, as if they were about to condense into thousands of sharp swords.

"This is……"

Mo Yin's face changed slightly.

When she was in the Northern Territory, she had seen this simple hilt of sword and knew that it had something to do with the sword tomb.

At the beginning, Luo Yi took out the hilt of the sword and almost took away Zhang Ruochen's thunderous sword.

Before taking action, Mo Yin had carefully searched Luo Yi's body, but did not find the existence of the hilt of the sword, and did not know where Luo Yi had hidden it.

With the magic sword in hand, Luo Yi poured all his evil power into it regardless of everything.

Tens of thousands of sharp sword energy appeared, turning into a terrible torrent of sword energy, wrapping Luo Yi in it, as if he was in another space and time, making no one able to get close to it.

Moyin wanted to stop it, but unfortunately the vine she extended was shattered as soon as it touched the torrent of sword energy.

The enchanting dragon fire spit out by the Qingtian Holy Dragon was also blocked by the torrent of sword energy.

"boom."

The torrent of sword energy was unstoppable, and it instantly destroyed the palace, penetrated through the many folding spaces in the Luo River, and opened up a passage outside the Luo River.

"Save...save me..."

Prince Moro called in pain.

Although Luo Qi looked unbearable in his eyes, he did not hesitate and immediately stepped into the passage opened by the torrent of sword energy.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to save Prince Moro, but that she has no way to save him. If there is any delay, she will not even lose this opportunity to escape.

The hilt from the sword tomb is indeed extremely extraordinary, but with her current strength, she cannot truly exert its power.

Seeing Luo Yi retreat without hesitation, Prince Moro's last hope broke the farewell in his heart and completely fell into the abyss of despair.

Just as Luo Yi stepped into the sword energy channel, the Jiuqutianxing suddenly showed abnormal movement, and an extremely mysterious sword intent enveloped the entire Jiuqutianxing.

The source of this sword intent is the secret residence where Zhang Ruochen went into seclusion and practiced in seclusion.

"Swish."

In an instant, thousands of figures of Zhang Ruochen appeared on the Nine-Curved Sky Stars, all of which were extremely solid, making it difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

Every Zhang Ruochen was dancing swords and practicing the unfathomable sword techniques.

"What happened?"

All the monks of Tianchu civilization who practiced on the Nine Curved Sky Star were shocked

The terrifying power fluctuations occurred one after another, which made people think that the Jiuqu Tianxing encountered an attack from a powerful enemy.

"not good."

Luo Yi's face changed slightly, and he immediately withdrew from the sword energy channel at the fastest speed.

The reason is that the sword intent released by Zhang Ruochen faintly evolved into an independent world, covering the entire Nine-Curve Star, which was actually a channel created by the sword hilt, and was cut off.

"Master comes out of seclusion, Luo Yi, you can't escape."

A hint of joy appeared in Moyin's eyes.

Luo Yi ignored Mo Yin and stared at the air tightly. There was a huge holy sword floating there, which was thousands of feet high, like a mountain of swords across the sky.

The holy sword burst out with dazzling nine-colored light, and countless mysterious patterns were imprinted on the sword body, which was natural, as if it contained the most essential true meaning of the sword.

For a moment, countless rules of heaven and earth gathered together wildly, and the holy energy of heaven and earth condensed countless phantoms of holy swords, and the tips of the sword pointed at the holy swords, just like ten thousand swords facing the sect.

“Buzz.”

The hilt of the sword held in Luo Yi's hand shook violently, and there was a sign of flying out of his hand.

"The great perfection of swordsmanship." Luo Qi paused word by word.

Once you successfully practice a certain holy path rule in the realm of the Holy King, you can be called Great Perfection.

In theory, in the Holy King realm, monks can cultivate at most one million paths in each holy path, but there are few monks who can truly reach this level.

Even if there are 100,000 paths, you can only practice nearly one million rules, but you cannot truly reach the level of Great Perfection.

It is even more difficult to practice the great way, the supreme holy way, and even the ancient way to the great perfection.

Luo Qi never expected that Zhang Ruochen could actually practice the rules of millions of holy paths among the seventy-two supreme paths, causing strange phenomena in heaven and earth.

The rules of the entire millions of holy paths, and the same rule as the difference can reach the millions of paths. There is a world of difference between the two.

Any holy path that can be practiced to the Great Perfection state will undergo unimaginable strange changes, involving many aspects.

Among the several holy paths that Zhang Ruochen majored in, the sword path has always been at the forefront, and before this retreat, it was already close to one million paths.

After concentrating on sword ten, the sword art finally achieved a great transformation and reached the great perfection that countless sword cultivators were extremely eager to reach.

"Swish."

All figures are united and Zhang Ruochen's true body is revealed.

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and the nine-colored holy sword that was thousands of feet tall was directly penetrated into his body.

Although the nine-colored holy sword is extremely solid and just like a real holy sword, its essence is the saint of swordsmanship cultivated by Zhang Ruochen.

Then, all kinds of visions that covered the Nine-Curve Stars were quickly dissipating.

"Congratulations to Master, for his great progress in his cultivation and his great perfection in the sword art."

Mo Yin and Qingtian Holy Dragon, immediately come forward to congratulate.

Although both of them are already the best-sellers at the first level below the Great Sage, they still feel huge pressure when facing Zhang Ruochen, as if facing a powerful Great Sage.

After the sword art reached the Great Perfection, Zhang Ruochen underwent a great change. This change did not flow to the surface, but originated from the essence.

Especially the sword cultivator, he will be most clearly aware of Zhang Ruochen's changes.

Zhang Ruochen floated and landed in the dilapidated palace, his eyes on the quaint sword hilt in Luo Yi's hand.

Although Luo Yi tried his best to fight, after Zhang Ruochen released his powerful sword intent, the hilt of the sword still flew out of his hands without control.

"Return the hilt of the sword to this princess, that belongs to this princess." Luo Qi widened his beautiful eyes and snorted.

Zhang Ruochen reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, looked at it, and said, "This thing originated from the Tomb of the Pluto Sword and does not belong to you."

"Zhang Ruochen, why do you always steal the treasure of this princess? The sundial is mine, and the hilt of the sword is mine." Luo Yi's eyes were full of resentment, and he kept grinding his teeth, and the plump peaks were violently undulating.

Zhang Ruochen was unmoved at all and said lightly: "You are wrong, nothing belongs to you. Even your life is now in my hands."

Upon hearing this, Luo Qi couldn't help but feel a terrible murderous intent from Zhang Ruochen.

Luo Yi knew very well that Zhang Ruochen had always been very cruel and ruthless in treating monks in the hell world. Especially this time Prince Moro provoked Zhang Ruochen, it is hard to say that she would not be implicated.

"Zhang Ruochen, if you kill this princess, it will not do you any good, it will only bring you endless trouble. This princess knows that you will definitely say, you don't care. But in that case, those who regard you as a thorn in your eyes will probably applaud. Anyway, you have already obtained the treasures in the sword tomb. How about putting this princess on it?" Luo Qi said quickly.
To be continued...