At dusk that day, the saints from the Sword Hell Realm launched an attack on the location of the wormhole.
They did not charge directly, but stood five hundred miles away, each fired a sacred weapon, turned into pieces of holy clouds, and launched long-range attacks.
Obviously, the Sword Hell Realm also spent a lot of money in order to win the Saint's Merit War.
There are more than 850 saints, including more than a hundred saints, who all control the Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact. Thousand Marks Destructive Power burst out, causing mountains to collapse, and the earth to be shattered.
The stone is melted into droplets.
Only the first wave of attacks broke through the fourth floor of the defensive formation deployed by the Rakshasa clan.
The six-armed sage stood in a higher position, looking at the land with thunder and fire in the distance, and issued an order: "Xu Fang, you lead sixty saints who have cultivated in the Xuanhuang realm and the Chedi realm.
, as a sharp knife, attack from the side."
"Remember, your purpose is not to capture the wormhole. It is to test the powerful people in the Rakshasa military camp. Therefore, you must be prepared to retreat at any time."
"The remaining saints will still use holy weapons to launch long-range attacks from the front, and must destroy all the defensive formations of the Rakshasa clan."
Xu Fang grabbed a crystal-clear spear, led sixty saints from the Sword Hell Realm, burst out with great speed, and rushed towards the wormhole.
Their speed was extremely fast. In an instant, they passed through the broken land, came into contact with the Rakshasa monks, and started a crazy killing spree.
The battle between the two saints was earth-shattering.
Dozens of saints attacked, just like dozens of gods of death, pushing directly forward and invincible.
"boom!"
"boom!"
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With the assistance of the saints behind them, the Sword Hell Realm quickly broke through the ten-layer defense formation, and was only a hundred miles away from the wormhole.
The Rakshasa army camp appeared in front of them.
"Bang."
Just when the eleventh layer of defense formation was breached, suddenly, a scream sounded from beside Xu Fang. He was secretly startled and immediately turned his head and looked to the right.
I saw, about three miles away from him, a blue feather pierced the brow of a Saint in the Hell Realm.
Then, the saint who penetrated the earth fell heavily to the ground and lost his life.
"Where did the feathers come from? How powerful is the vitality of a Saint from the Earth Realm? How could he be killed with just one blow?"
Cold sweat broke out on Xu Fang's forehead.
Five hundred miles away, the six-armed sage immediately sent a message: "Xu Fang, get back quickly."
Xu Fang also felt a huge death crisis, as if a demon from hell was approaching him, and all the hairs on his body stood up.
"retreat."
Xu Fang just shouted this...
From the Rakshasa tribe's military camp, dozens of cyan feathers flew out one after another, carrying wisps of dark red flames on the feathers.
Those feathers seemed to be condensed by the rules of the holy way, with extremely strong penetrating power, and their flying speed reached a hundred times the speed of sound.
Only when the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact explodes with perfect power can it reach a hundred times the speed of sound.
When the speed reaches that level, no saint can dodge at all. Even those who have just reached the realm of saint kings may not be able to dodge.
An attack speed of one hundred times the speed of sound is a watershed.
Anyone who can control attacks a hundred times the speed of sound must be the most powerful among the saints.
"Pfft."
More than 20 saints fell in a pool of blood and turned into corpses. There were more than ten saints who avoided the vital points, but they were also seriously injured.
"Run away, run away quickly."
Xu Fang roared.
At this moment, three green feathers flew towards Xu Fang.
Xu Fang is worthy of being one of the top twenty true saints in the Sword Prison World. He is quite powerful. He actually used a spear of the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact level to fly two cyan feathers away.
However, the third feather penetrated his heart.
The flames carried on the feathers burned a fist-sized hole in the holy clothes on his body, and an evil force invaded his body.
In an instant, his entire body turned black, he lost consciousness, and fell heavily to the ground.
"He is a pretty good strong man. His flesh and blood should have quite powerful energy, so I will reward you with it!"
A voice that was both pleasant and seductive came from the Rakshasa tribe's military camp.
Immediately, surrounded by a group of Rakshasa saints, a Rakshasa girl nearly 1.8 meters tall came out.
This Rakshasa girl has an extremely noble temperament. She wears a silver-white divine crystal crown on her head and a light green holy dress, which outlines her perfect figure.
Every thread of the holy robe was refined from the holy veins of a saint, and the holy light emitted formed a holy cloud, covering her delicate body.
That holy garment is called the "All Saints Clothing".
This means that the holy veins of ten thousand saints need to be extracted to refine such a piece of clothing.
Wearing it on the body can absorb the spiritual energy and holy energy of heaven and earth anytime and anywhere, and then transport it into the owner's body.
Moreover, the speed at which Wansheng Suyi absorbs the spiritual energy and holy energy of heaven and earth is the speed at which ten thousand saints are superimposed.
It can be said that as long as she wears the All Saints' Plain Clothes, the Rakshasa Girl will not have to worry about exhaustion of her holy energy even if she continues to use the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact.
The Rakshasa woman stretched out five slender and slender jade fingers and pressed them towards Xu Fang's body from a distance. Immediately, a wisp of dark red air flew into the palm of her hand.
Xu Fang's body returned to its original color.
"Thank you, Your Highness Princess, for the reward."
At the scene, all the Rakshasa saints bowed and saluted Princess Rakshasa.
Princess Rakshasa's face was as beautiful as a fairy, her skin was like ice and snow, and her eyes had the magic power to enchant the soul. She just glanced at the more than thirty saints from the Sword Hell Realm who were still alive.
Those saints seemed to have really lost their souls, and the expressions on their faces either became dull, giggled, or showed a look of lust.
Princess Rakshasa's eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyes blinked slightly.
"Bang bang."
More than thirty saints with powerful cultivations all fell to the ground, lifeless.
All the saints of the Rakshasa tribe present were gasping for air, not knowing how Princess Rakshasa killed those saints of the Sword Hell Realm.
Even they all lowered their heads, not daring to look into Princess Rakshasa's eyes for fear of dying inexplicably.
Princess Rakshasa said: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go hunt down those saints from the Sword Hell Realm?"
The saints of the Rakshasa tribe came out in full force to hunt down the fleeing saints of the Sword Hell Realm.
Princess Rakshasa touched her sharp chin with two slender jade fingers, revealing a noble yet charming smile, and said: "The war of merit in the heavenly world has begun. There is no need for monks below the marquis to stay here.
The ancestral spirit world.”
Behind Princess Rakshasa, two two-meter-tall saints stood. Their bodies were very strong, but they were extremely old.
The old man in black robe standing on the left bowed and said: "Her Royal Highness the Princess is the commander-in-chief of this attack on the Ancestral Spirit Realm. Everything will follow your instructions."
Princess Rakshasa said: "Two military orders. First, the Rakshasa clan's army will evacuate the ancestral spirit world from today, and only the marquis-level figures can stay."
"Second, Black Feather, you go back to the Giant Tower Star and ask the Emperor to dispatch three million marquises to this princess. The Heavenly Realm is holding a merit war in the Ancestral Spirit Realm, and I will also come to join in the fun. The next two
Months later, let all the saints from the seven worlds stay on this land!"
"Take orders."
The old man named Black Feather retreated.
Princess Rakshasa looked at the fierce battle in the distance and smiled slightly: "Bai Yu, are you the second-class Marquis?"
"Yes." said the old man in white.
Princess Rakshasa said: "There is news from the Giant Whale River Basin that the merit book wall in the southern world seems to have been found. This princess plans to go over and see what the merit book wall is. If it is fun, I will collect it.
.I will leave this to you first. As the news spreads, there will definitely be many saints who want to pass through this wormhole and rush to the Giant Whale River Basin. If you stay here, you should gain a lot."
The old man in white said: "But Her Royal Highness will not be at ease when she goes to the Giant Whale River Basin alone."
"The strength of this princess is countless times higher than yours. Do I still need your protection?"
Princess Rakshasa rolled her eyes, then took off, landed on the back of a nine-headed blue bird, and flew into the wormhole.
Pulled by nine giant golden dragons, the golden dragon chariot ran wildly across the wilderness like a golden stream of light.
Even if a saint from the heavenly realm or a monk from the Rakshasa tribe discovered the Golden Step Dragon Chariot, they could not catch up with it at all and could only watch it disappear into the horizon.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword refined all the weapons, and finally the number of inscriptions inside the sword exceeded 10,000, becoming a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns.
Zhang Ruochen grabbed the hilt of the sword with a smile on his face: "Without activating the internal inscriptions, Shen Yuan's weight has exceeded 100,000 kilograms. I really can't wait to test it. Shen Yuan, who is at the level of the Ten Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact,
, how powerful can it be?"
The sound of the golden dragon chariot is too loud and will definitely alert the Rakshasa army stationed near the wormhole.
It is obviously not a wise thing to confront the Rakshasa army head-on.
Therefore, Zhang Ruochen stopped the Jinbulong chariot thirty thousand miles away from the wormhole.
After putting away the golden dragon chariot, Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and explored the direction of the wormhole.
"Boom."
A violent wave of Holy Dao came from the distance, and its powerful energy caused a mountain to the right of Zhang Ruochen to collapse.
what's the situation?
Zhang Ruochen put away his mental power, jumped up, flew above the clouds, and looked in the direction of the battle waves. He saw a group of Rakshasa saints chasing down more than a hundred saints from the heavenly realm.
"Those monks... seem to be the saints of the Sword Hell Realm."
Zhang Ruochen showed a smile, but he didn't expect that someone would attack the Rakshasa army stationed in the wormhole before him.
However, those saints from the Sword Hell Realm seemed to have underestimated the strength of the Rakshasa army, and were hunted down miserably, with saints constantly falling into pools of blood.
Zhang Ruochen took out the Qingtian Bow and the White Sun Arrow, bent the bow and set the arrow, and pulled out the bowstring.
"Wow——"
The daylight arrow flew out at sixty times the speed of sound, turned into a stream of light, rushed out of the clouds, and hit a Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe.
With a bang, the body of the Marquis Rakshasa turned into a mass of blood mist.