The Blue Sky Holy Dragon took back its dragon breath, allowing dozens of Rakshasa clan saint kings to regain their freedom.
"Eat Prince Moro, this is your only way to survive." Mo Yin said very indifferently.
The eyes of dozens of holy kings of the Rakshasa tribe were all fixed on Prince Moro, and most of them had fierce glints in their eyes.
"Grand Prince, if you fall into the hands of Zhang Ruochen, you will definitely die. Why don't you help us and give us a chance to survive." A holy king of the Rakshasa tribe said solemnly.
Another holy king of the Rakshasa tribe said: "At this point, we have no choice. Prince, I'm sorry!"
With great tacit understanding, dozens of holy kings of the Rakshasa tribe moved together and walked towards Prince Moro step by step.
There is a saying that if a person does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.
What's more, they are all ruthless scoundrels. In order to survive, let alone eating the flesh of Prince Moro, they would still dare to eat the flesh and blood of a god of the Rakshasa tribe.
Prince Moro's eyes were full of fear, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Stop, don't come over, I am the son of the evil god Mo Yue, and I am the great prince personally appointed by many gods. You...ah..."
Before Prince Moro could finish speaking, dozens of holy kings of the Rakshasa tribe had already pounced on him, biting him with dozens of mouths at the same time, biting off large chunks of flesh and blood, dripping with blood.
For a moment, the shrill scream of Prince Moro rang out in the palace, like the roar of evil spirits in hell, which made people feel creepy.
Seeing this scene, Luo Yi's pupils suddenly tightened, and a look of unbearable color appeared in her eyes. Although she was a Rakshasa, this was the first time she saw the scene of Rakshasa eating Rakshasa.
Moyin cut off a piece of flesh and blood as big as his chin from the body of Prince Moro. Shi Shiran walked towards Luo Yi and said: "Your Highness, the noble princess, I have chosen the most tender piece of meat for you. Please taste it."
Hearing this, Luo Ji was immediately shocked. Even if it was the flesh and blood of the human race, she would not eat it, let alone the flesh and blood of her own race.
If she really wanted to let her eat the flesh of Prince Moro, it would be even more difficult for her to accept than killing her.
"Wow."
Just when the demonic sound was about to send flesh and blood into Luo Yi's mouth, a brilliant sword light suddenly burst out from Luo Yi's body.
"Click."
The sword light was indestructible, actually cutting off the space chain left by Zhang Ruochen, and at the same time breaking the exquisite seal left by Zhang Ruochen.
A simple sword hilt flew out and fell into Luo Yi's hand.
Motivated by the power of evil, divine light flew out from the hilt of the sword, manifesting countless kendo rules, intertwined with each other, and transformed into a slender sword body, filled with extremely rich divine power.
Come on.
No need for Luo Ji to do anything, all the rules of heaven and earth began to revolve around the divine sword.
"Boom."
Pulled by the power of the divine sword, Luoshui suddenly set off a stormy wave, and these waves showed a sharp side, seeming to condense into thousands of sharp swords.
"This is……"
Moyin's face changed slightly.
When she was in the Northern Territory, she had seen this simple sword hilt and knew that it was related to the sword tomb.
At first, Luo Ji took out the hilt of the sword and almost took away Zhang Ruochen's Monstrous Sword.
Before taking action, Moyin had already carefully searched Luo Ji's body, but did not find the existence of the sword hilt, and did not know where Luo Ji had hidden it.
With the divine sword in his hand, Luo Ni poured all his evil power into it without any hesitation.
Tens of thousands of sharp sword energy appeared, turning into a terrifying torrent of sword energy, wrapping Luo Yi in it, as if he was in another time and space, making it impossible for anyone to get close.
Moyin wanted to stop her, but unfortunately the vines she extended were crushed to pieces as soon as they touched the torrent of sword energy.
The vigorous dragon fire spit out by the Blue Sky Holy Dragon was also blocked by the torrent of sword energy.
"boom."
The torrent of sword energy was unstoppable, instantly destroying the palace, penetrating through many folded spaces in Luoshui, and opening up a passage to the outside of Luoshui.
"help me……"
Prince Moro cried out in pain.
Although there was a look of reluctance in Luo Yi's eyes, he did not hesitate and immediately stepped into the channel 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, even she herself will lose this opportunity to escape.
The hilt of the sword obtained from the Sword Tomb was indeed extremely extraordinary, but with her current strength, she was unable to truly exert its power.
But seeing Luo Ni retreating without hesitation, the last hope in Prince Moro's heart was shattered, and he fell completely into the abyss of despair.
The moment Luo Yi stepped into the sword energy channel, the Jiuqu Tianxing suddenly moved. An extremely mysterious sword energy enveloped the entire Jiuqu Tianxing.
The source of this sword intent is the secret mansion where Zhang Ruochen retreated and cultivated.
"Uh-huh."
In an instant, thousands of Zhang Ruochen's figures appeared on the nine-bend sky star, all of them were so solid that it was difficult to tell the real ones from the fake ones.
Every Zhang Ruochen is dancing with a sword and practicing unpredictable sword skills.
"What happened?"
The cultivators of Tianchu Civilization who were practicing on Jiuqu Tianxing were all alarmed.
The terrifying power fluctuations appeared one after another, making people think that Jiuqu Tianxing was attacked by a powerful enemy.
"not good."
Luo Yi's expression changed slightly, and he immediately exited the sword energy channel as quickly as possible.
For no other reason than the sword intention released by Zhang Ruochen, it faintly evolved into an independent world, encompassing the entire Jiuqu Tianxing, and actually cut off the passage created by the sword hilt.
"The master is out of seclusion, Luo Ji, you can't escape."
A hint of joy appeared in Moyin's eyes.
Luo Ji did not pay attention to the demonic sound, and stared fixedly at the midair, where a huge holy sword was suspended, tens of thousands of feet high, like a mountain of swords reaching the sky.
The holy sword bloomed with brilliant nine-color brilliance, and the sword body was imprinted with countless mysterious patterns, which were completely natural and seemed to contain the most essential truth of swordsmanship.
For a time, countless rules of heaven and earth gathered together crazily, and the holy energy of heaven and earth condensed into countless phantoms of holy swords. The sword tips pointed at the ten thousand feet holy sword, just like ten thousand swords heading towards the sect.
"Buzz."
The hilt of the sword in Luo Yi's hand vibrated violently, and there were signs of it flying out of his hand.
"The Great Perfection of the Way of the Sword." Luo Yi said word by word.
Once in the Saint King Realm, one has successfully practiced a certain rule of the Holy Way to millions of ways, it can be called Dzogchen.
Theoretically, monks in the Holy King Realm can cultivate up to one million rules of each holy way, but the monks who can actually reach this step are as rare as a phoenix.
Even if there are 100,000 small ways, they can often only cultivate close to one million rules, and cannot truly reach the level of Dzogchen.
Cultivating the Great Way, the Supreme Holy Way, or even the Ancient Way to the Great Perfection is even more difficult than ascending to heaven.
Luo Ji never expected that Zhang Ruochen could actually use the swordsmanship among the seventy-two supreme saints to cultivate millions of rules of the saints, causing strange phenomena in the world.
There is a world of difference between the rules of a million holy paths and the difference of just one rule to reach a million paths.
Any kind of holy path will undergo unimaginable and strange changes when it is cultivated to the state of Dzogchen, involving many aspects.
Among the several holy paths that Zhang Ruochen majors in, swordsmanship has always been at the forefront. Before this retreat, it was close to a million paths.
After concentrating on studying the Ten of Swords, the way of swordsmanship finally achieved a great transformation, reaching the state of great perfection that countless swordsmen are eager to achieve.
"Uh-huh."
All the figures merged into one, revealing Zhang Ruochen's true body.
Zhang Ruochen waved his hand, and the nine-color holy sword, which was ten thousand feet high, sank directly into his body.
Although the nine-color holy sword is extremely solid and is no different from a real holy sword, its essence is the holy form of swordsmanship cultivated by Zhang Ruochen.
Then, all the strange phenomena that enveloped the Jiuqu Tianxing were quickly dissipated.
"Congratulations, master, for your great improvement in cultivation and your great achievement in swordsmanship."
Moyin and Qingtian Holy Dragon immediately stepped forward to congratulate him.
Although both of them are already extremely powerful men who are comparable to the first level below the Great Sage, they still feel tremendous pressure when facing Zhang Ruochen, as if they are facing a powerful Great Sage.
After the swordsmanship reached the Great Perfection, Zhang Ruochen underwent great changes. This change was not superficial, but stemmed from his essence.
Especially sword cultivators will feel Zhang Ruochen's changes most clearly.
Zhang Ruochen floated down to the ruined palace and cast his eyes on the simple hilt of the sword in Luo Yi's hand.
Although Luo Ji tried his best to resist, after Zhang Ruochen released his powerful sword intention, the sword hilt still flew out uncontrollably.
"Return the hilt of the sword to me, it belongs to me." Luo Qi widened his beautiful eyes and snorted softly.
Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and while looking at it, he said: "This thing comes from the Pluto Sword Tomb and does not belong to you."
"Zhang Ruochen, you bully, why do you always steal my princess's treasures? The sundial is mine, and so is the hilt of the sword." Luo Yi's eyes were full of resentment, he kept grinding his teeth, and his plump peaks undulated violently.
Zhang Ruochen remained unmoved and said calmly: "You are wrong, nothing belongs to you. Even your life is now in my hands."
Hearing this, Luo Qi couldn't help but feel a terrible murderous intention from Zhang Ruochen.
Luo Qi knew very well that Zhang Ruochen had always been very ruthless towards the monks in the hell realm. Especially this time when Prince Moro provoked Zhang Ruochen, it was hard to say that she would not be implicated as well.
"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 that you don't care. But in that case, those who regard you as a thorn in their side will
, I’m afraid they will all clap their hands and cheer. Anyway, you have obtained the treasure in the Sword Tomb, how about letting me go?" Luo Yi said quickly.
Zhang Ruochen said: "I can give you a chance to live, pass the news to the Rakshasa tribe, and send the ancient tea tree of the holy way that Prince Moro took away back to the Kunlun realm."
As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen cast his gaze towards Prince Moro. Unfortunately, what he saw was only a white skeleton, and all the flesh and blood had been eaten clean by the holy kings of the Rakshasa tribe.
Even so, Prince Moro has not truly died, and his holy source and holy soul still exist.
Reaching out and grabbing it, Zhang Ruochen took the holy source of Prince Moro into his hand, and his holy soul was being sealed inside.
After experiencing all his flesh and blood being eaten away by the holy king of the Rakshasa clan, Prince Moro's spiritual will was already in a state of collapse.
Even if it were given a new body, it would have been destroyed and would not be able to achieve much.
With a thought, Zhang Ruochen took Prince Moro's holy source into the universe and let the evil spirits refine his holy soul.
Immediately, Zhang Ruochen collected the holy bones of Prince Moro.
This skeleton has been immortalized and is equivalent to the bones of the Immortal Saint. It has many uses.
At the same time, the demonic sound suddenly released a large number of vines, which stabbed out like lightning and pierced the body of a holy king of the Rakshasa tribe.
"You... don't keep your word."
All the holy kings of the Rakshasa tribe are full of unwillingness.
They had put aside all worries and devoured the flesh and blood of Prince Moro. Unexpectedly, they still had to die in the end.
The demonic voice said coldly: "It is a woman's kindness to keep her word to you monks in the hell realm. Should I let you go back and continue to devour the creatures in the Kunlun realm?"
From the time she and Qingtian Holy Dragon personally took action to capture these Rakshasa clan saint kings, their outcome was already doomed.
Whether it is Prince Moro or these holy kings of the Rakshasa clan, they are the executioners who slaughtered the Painting Sect, how can they be let go?
Within a few moments, the essence of all the holy kings of the Rakshasa clan was swallowed up and turned into mummy corpses, which dissipated one after another as the wind blew.
"Senior Chu, you can rest in peace!" Zhang Ruochen muttered silently in his heart.
After experiencing too much helplessness, misery, sorrow and hatred, Zhang Ruochen's heart gradually became cold without even realizing it, and he was no longer as kind as before.
Perhaps this is the price you have to pay for embarking on the path of becoming a strong man and pursuing the path of the emperor.
In any case, Zhang Ruochen felt much more relaxed after avenging Chu Siyuan.
Next, he needs to take back the ancient tea tree of the Holy Dao that belongs to the Painting Sect, and help the talented lady of the Holy Book revive the Painting Sect and Confucianism.
And all this hope rests on Luo Yi.
As a princess of the Rakshasa clan, Rakan's status is more respected than that of Prince Mora. Taking it into his hands may make the Rakshasa clan compromise.
In fact, there is hope of using Prince Moro in exchange for the ancient tea tree of the holy way.
However, Prince Moro was the murderer of Chu Siyuan, and since Luo Ji had been captured, there was no need to keep him.
"You want to take back the ancient tea tree of the holy way so much, right? It's for the talented woman with the holy book? Zhang Ruochen, you always pretend to be cold, but you are actually very affectionate! 哏哏!" Luo Qian said.
Obviously, Luo Yi knew everything about Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen said coldly: "If you don't want to die, just do as I say."
As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen released an even more terrifying killing intent, and an irresistible will enveloped Luo Yi.
"This princess is just delivering the news, why are you so cruel?" Luo Yi was shocked and couldn't help but curled his lips.
She could feel that Zhang Ruochen was not joking. If he didn't obey, the consequences would be unpredictable.
In order not to really annoy Zhang Ruochen, Luo Ji immediately began to write the content he wanted to convey.
Not long after, Luo Ji wrote down all the words, and after Zhang Ruochen read them, he typed them out immediately.
Asking her clan to bring out the Holy Ancient Tea Tree to save herself, Luo Ji felt very humiliated, but there was nothing she could do about it. Zhang Ruochen was getting stronger and stronger, and even though she had various means, it was no longer possible this time.
Even Yan Wushen, who was so arrogant, fell into the hands of Zhang Ruochen. Even if she lost, it didn't seem so embarrassing.
In Luo Yi's view, Zhang Ruochen's transformation was not only reflected in his cultivation, but also in his heart, which had no flaws.
In order to achieve his goal, he can do whatever it takes.