Even if it is a defensive sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns, its power is quite astonishing when it unleashes its perfect power.
The thunder fire pouring out from the monument shield actually condensed into a giant monument more than a thousand feet high, appearing in front of the shield.
"Boom."
Zhang Ruochen backed up for dozens of miles in a row. The monument shield in his hand turned red and sparks appeared, as if it was about to melt.
In the end, Zhang Ruochen withstood the thunder and lightning beams erupted from the Jiujiugui array, stabilized his figure, and stood proudly on the ground. Gradually, the monument shield also cooled down.
"Actually... blocked the attack of the Jiujiugui First Formation?"
All the Marquises of Rakshasa were all surprised.
The major forces in Yushan Realm, Yuanze Insect Realm, and Wancheng Realm were all having difficulty calming down. They finally realized that Zhang Ruochen's strength had probably reached the top level below the Holy King.
Definitely a talent.
"Sure enough, he is a top master. Pay close attention to this person. After he takes off his blood armor, you must see who he is?"
"I guess he is also an old guy with a lot of accumulation. Among the young saints, heroes with such strength are rare."
…
There was a look of fear in the eyes of the silver-haired human lion, and with a movement of his body, he turned into a stream of light and rushed into the center of the Jiujiugui Formation.
Next, he will personally control the formation.
The remaining dozens of Rakshasa marquises also gathered near the Jiujiu Gui First Formation. Now, they could only suppress the monk wearing blood armor with the help of the Jiujiu Gui First Formation.
"Swish."
Zhang Ruochen stepped on a luan and a phoenix under his feet, constantly changing his body shape, leaving behind one after another, and quickly approached the Jiujiu Gui Formation.
Although the Nine-Nine Return Formation is powerful, it cannot lock Zhang Ruochen at all.
Rushing to a position only ten miles away from the Jiujiu Gui Formation, Zhang Ruochen lifted the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword with both hands, and the holy energy in his body was continuously injected into the sword body.
The sword body emits a boundless light.
Every ray of light is like a sword energy. When it falls on the ground, it makes bottomless holes.
This time, Zhang Ruochen directly inspired the perfect power of Shen Yuan's ancient sword. The power of the sword erupted from the sword body, making the Marquis Rakshasa on the ground feel frightened and their bodies could not help but tremble.
The silver-haired human lion felt his scalp numb and roared: "The Nine-Nine Returns Formation will start operating immediately and launch the strongest attack. He must be killed."
The powers of the eighty-one Rakshasa Marquises were combined together. After a moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth shook violently. The holy energy spurting out from their bodies transformed into a sea of thunder and lightning intertwined with energy in the sky.
Lightning bolts, like pillars, shuttled between the sky and the sea of thunder and lightning, outlining a scene like the heaven and earth had just opened.
The next moment, eighty-one Rakshasa marquises simultaneously stretched out a palm and pressed it upward.
Suddenly, in the sea of thunder and lightning, a large purple hand hundreds of meters long stretched out and struck Zhang Ruochen.
"Kill." Zhang Ruochen yelled.
The ancient sword of Shen Yuan exploded with full power, condensed into the shadow of a giant sword, and slashed down.
"Boom."
The big purple hand was shattered by Shen Yuan's ancient sword. The terrifying sword energy broke through the sea of thunder and lightning and struck in the sky above the Jiujiu Gui Formation.
The eighty-one Rakshasa Marquis only blocked it for a moment, and the war sword penetrated the light shield covering them and struck the ground heavily.
"Pfft."
All eighty-one Rakshasa Marquises were bombarded by the wave of sword energy and flew backwards. Twelve of them died on the spot and turned into bloody corpses.
"Run away quickly. Only by asking the Second Marquis Bai Yu to take action can we suppress this person."
After shouting this sentence, a pair of three-foot-long black wings spread out from the back of the silver-haired man-lion, turned into a beam of light, rushed into the clouds, and flew rapidly towards the direction of the wormhole.
The other Rakshasa Marquises were also frightened and took off one after another, turning into pieces of dark red holy clouds. They just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.
Zhang Ruochen did not chase, but just shouted: "Eat the Holy Flower."
The Holy Food Flower rushed out from Zhang Ruochen's back, and the vines became thicker and longer, until they reached the top of the clouds. Immediately, tens of thousands more branched vines grew out, completely covering the entire world.
Standing on the ground and looking up, 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 Holy Flower is comparable to that of the Holy Saint, so it is not difficult to deal with those low-level Rakshasa Marquises.
Screams kept coming from the vines.
Some Rakshasa marquises were pierced by the vines of the Holy Flower; some Rakshasa marquises were wrapped in vines and leaves, becoming more and more tightly entangled, and finally turned into bloody mud.
In terms of large-scale killing methods, Zhang Ruochen is really no match for the Holy Flower Eater.
Of course, there were also several fourth-class marquis who used holy weapons to smash some of the vine leaves of the Holy Flower and escaped.
Zhang Ruochen grabbed the Qingtian Bow, put the daylight arrow on the bowstring, and pulled it into a full moon.
"Boom."
A sound like landslides and rocks cracking was heard.
The daylight arrow flew out at a hundred times the speed of sound, detached its tail several hundred meters long, and hit a fourth-class marquis. Immediately, the fourth-class marquis let out a scream and fell from the sky.
The daylight arrow contains a force of death. Once it hits a living being, the death force will follow the blood and invade into the living being's body, devouring the living being's vitality.
It can be said that an arrow in the day is an arrow of death.
"Boom."
"Boom."
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Shooting ten arrows in a row, Zhang Ruochen killed all the fourth-class marquis who escaped.
Only the silver-haired human lion used the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact to block the two arrows and escaped from the battlefield dragging his seriously injured body.
"Only a third-class marquis can withstand two arrows from me without dying. I wonder how powerful a second-class marquis is?"
The silver-haired man-lion had already flown thousands of miles away. Even if he shot another day arrow, he still couldn't kill him. Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to put away the Blue Sky Bow and the day arrow.
Zhang Ruochen looked at this battlefield filled with chaotic holy power. The remains of saints could be seen everywhere, and even the soil on the ground was dyed red by the holy blood.
"I thought that becoming a saint through cultivation means being above all living beings and enjoying the worship and respect of countless living beings. However, with the greater the power comes the greater the responsibility. We must fight for the survival of the Mother Realm. And this battle,
Even the life of a saint is like grass and mustard."
Zhang Ruochen felt deeply in his heart.
If possible, Zhang Ruochen would rather live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, drink wine, row a boat, and enjoy the beautiful scenery, preferably with a confidante by his side.
Imagination is always so beautiful, but the reality in front of you can tear all your dreams to pieces.
Zhang Ruochen put away his thoughts and struck out the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword. The weapon spirit controlled the sword body and flew over the ruined battlefield. He began to refine the holy weapons of the Saints of the Sword Hell Realm and the Marquis of the Rakshasa Tribe.
You must know that more than a thousand saint-level creatures died on the entire battlefield, and their holy weapons were all of extremely high grade. If they were all refined, it would be enough to greatly increase the grade of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
"Wow——"
The Hundred Saint Blood Armor covering Zhang Ruochen's body turned into a glove again.
Then, a holy soul clone came out of his body.
The holy soul clone gradually condensed into a real body, which looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen's real body.
Zhang Ruochen asked the holy soul clone to carry two treasure bottles to collect the blood and holy soul of Marquis Rakshasa, while his true body walked towards the two saints of the Sword Hell Realm.
The two sages of the Sword Hell Realm, after swallowing the holy healing elixir, most of their injuries have recovered.
The other five arms of the one-armed saint have all regrown, and all six arms are emitting dazzling holy light. When he gently clenches his fist, there is a deafening sound of wind and thunder.
The scarlet tiger's injuries had healed, and it had re-condensed into a human form, transforming into a giant man with a huge back and a bear-like waist. Beside him, stood a holy sword as wide as a door panel, with a cold light emitting from the blade.
When the sage with six arms saw Zhang Ruochen approaching, he realized that this man was actually quite young, and he couldn't help but feel a little amazed.
What kind of young hero is he?
"Thank you, my friend, for coming to the rescue." The Holy Saint of Red Tiger cupped his fists and said.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the two of them indifferently and said, "No need to thank me, I have no intention of saving you at all."
Both the Six-Armed Saint and the Red Tiger Saint have lived for more than five hundred years. How smart they are. They have seen through everything long ago and knew that Zhang Ruochen deliberately used the Sword Prison Realm to weaken the Rakshasa clan's combat power. Otherwise, with his strength,
, if you had stood up to deal with the Rakshasa clan earlier, how could the entire Sword Prison World be annihilated?
However, the Six-Armed Saint and the Red Tiger Saint understood that with their strength, they were no match for Zhang Ruochen, so they could only pretend to be confused.
The six-armed sage smiled and said: "If it hadn't been for Your Majesty's intervention, the two of us would have died in the siege of the Rakshasa tribe. We owe this favor. From now on, wherever we are useful, our friends only need to give orders.
With one word, we will repay the kindness even if we are all devastated."
Zhang Ruochen had no intention of being a good person, nor did he intend to have any friendship with them. He said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over the holy blood and holy soul."
The smiles on the faces of the Six-Armed Saint and the Red Tiger Saint disappeared, and their eyes became gloomy.
What is supposed to come will eventually come.
Fiery flames surged out from the body of the Holy Saint Chi Hu, and a cloud of fire spread out. He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is too domineering. Do you think that the Sword Prison World is still afraid of you?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "Hand over the holy blood and holy soul, and I can let you live. If you don't hand over, I can only kill you, and then take away the holy blood and holy soul."
"I'm afraid it's not that easy, right? If this saint blows up the holy source by himself, we will all die."
The Holy Red Tiger is preparing to intimidate Zhang Ruochen and force him to give in.
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(Some readers said that Zhang Ruochen gave Mu Lingxi the Blood Armor of the Ten Saints. Please reply here. Didn’t Zhang Ruochen kill many Death Knights and get many of the Blood Armor of the Ten Saints? It’s not just one, but