Entering the training cave, Zhang Ruochen took out the monument shield first and studied it.
The shield is shaped like the back of a turtle, with the middle protruding outwards, and the edges are inlaid with dozens of gems. Each gem is extremely precious and contains special energy fluctuations.
There are more than 12,000 inscriptions on the inside of the shield, including defensive inscriptions, electric inscriptions and fire inscriptions.
Zhang Ruochen injected holy energy into the monument shield, and the surface of the shield suddenly glowed with light intertwined with electricity and fire.
Zhang Ruochen did not dig out the space-time crystal, but still embedded it on the shield.
"Wow——"
Zhang Ruochen injected holy energy into the space-time crystal, and immediately, his body disappeared from the training cave and entered the inner space of the crystal.
"In the past, I regarded the space-time crystal as a spiritual place for monks. I continuously absorbed the aura of the crystal in the inner space, causing the energy of the space-time crystal to deplete and turn into fly ash. I can't make such a mistake again in the future."
In the inner space of the space-time crystal, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the holy energy and continuously injected it into the blood-red glove on his right hand. Immediately, the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints appeared and attached to his body.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen felt a hundred powerful wills rushing towards him and falling on him.
The spiritual will of Baisheng.
At the same time, another hundred huge streams of knowledge and enlightenment of the holy way turned into a hundred torrents and rushed into Zhang Ruochen's mind.
The knowledge of the Hundred Saints.
Even though Zhang Ruochen's cultivation has reached the Heavenly Realm and his mental strength has almost reached the fifty-fourth level, at this moment, he was still standing unsteadily and almost fell to the ground.
"It's so scary, so hard to support."
Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth, supported the ground with his palms, and continued to inject holy energy into the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints, hoping to inspire the legendary power of the Hundred Saints.
The spiritual will of the Hundred Saints and the terrifying viciousness of the blood armor were impacting Zhang Ruochen's consciousness, as if they were trying to turn him into the armor's slave.
"Ouch!"
Zhang Ruochen's will was so firm, and his mental attainment was even comparable to that of the Great Sage. Finally, he suppressed the Baisheng's spiritual will, roared, and stood up again.
"Wow——"
The Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints emitted thousands of feet of blood light. In the blood light, a hundred holy shadows of different shapes appeared, crowding the inner space of the space-time crystal.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's mind also showed the figures of a hundred saints. They were practicing various martial arts and holy arts. Some performed sword techniques, some performed boxing techniques, some breathed flames, and some
His eyes shot out beams of light...
This is the martial arts performance of the Hundred Saints!
Now, what Zhang Ruochen inspired was only the first level of power of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor, and each holy shadow could only unleash the power of a lower-level saint.
Of course, the combined power of a hundred lower realm saints, plus Zhang Ruochen's own power, is quite terrifying.
The second level of power of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor is the power of one hundred middle-level saints.
The third level of power of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor is the power of one hundred high-level saints.
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"It is really not easy to control the power of the Hundred Saints. With my current cultivation level, I can only barely support the first level of power of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor."
"If you break through to the realm of true saints, you can try the second level of power of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor."
Zhang Ruochen tested it and found that with his current level of cultivation, he could only support the first level of the Hundred Saint Blood Armor for half a quarter of an hour.
Half a quarter of an hour later, due to the huge consumption of holy energy, a strong feeling of weakness spread throughout the whole body.
"It also consumes too much holy energy. Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better not to use the Blood Armor of Hundred Saints. It is enough to use the Blood Armor of Ten Saints."
Zhang Ruochen is now able to activate the strongest form of the Ten Saint Blood Armor, and the power it unleashes is still considerable.
Moreover, the defensive power of the Ten Saint Blood Armor is also quite astonishing, and it is completely sufficient for fighting under the Holy King.
"Chichi."
As Zhang Ruochen withdrew his holy energy, the Hundred Saint Blood Armor turned into a glove again, attached to the palm of his right hand.
Next, Zhang Ruochen went all out to refine the Holy Dew of Condensation in the inner space of the space-time crystal.
Every day, Zhang Ruochen was able to refine about a hundred drops of Condensing Holy Dew. His cultivation level was improving crazily, and he soon reached the middle stage of Tongtian Realm.
In the next twenty days or so, Zhang Ruochen continuously refined more than two thousand drops of the Holy Dew of Condensation, reaching the late stage of Tongtian Realm in one fell swoop.
There was no time to refine the Holy Narrow Dew, and the Holy Merit Battle was about to begin. Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to stop retreating and walk out of the Space-Time Crystal.
When you arrive at the ancestral spirit world, you will find opportunities to improve your cultivation.
Zhang Ruochen walked out of the training cave and soon felt dense fluctuations of the holy path all around. There were countless saints gathered on this piece of land.
The holy energy emanating from their bodies turned into beams of light and shot straight to the top of the clouds, causing a mighty holy cloud to appear in the sky.
Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and conducted a preliminary investigation, and found that the number of saints in Guanghan Realm was actually one hundred thousand.
One hundred thousand saints gathered together.
Before Zhang Ruochen came to the heavenly world, this was a scene that he could not imagine.
Mu Lingxi's pretty face was a little solemn, and she said: "It's terrible! The Guanghan Realm, which ranks second to last among the seven realms of Shatuo, has one hundred thousand saints, and the Great Demon Shifang Realm, which ranks first, has
How powerful are they? The number of saints in Kunlun Realm is estimated to be less than half of that in Guanghan Realm. The gap in strength is too big. How should they fight this meritorious battle?"
After all, he came out of the Kunlun Realm, so Mu Lingxi naturally did not want the Kunlun Realm to become a battlefield and become a victim of the battle between the Heaven Realm and the Hell Realm.
However, the difference in strength is too big, and Kunlun Realm has no chance of winning.
Xiao Hei looked indifferent and said: "After all, the semi-saints of the Guanghan Realm are practicing in the Tianting Realm. The resources and environment are not at the same level. If they break through to the Holy Realm, the Holy King and the Great Sage will definitely be better than those in the Heavenly Realm.
The Kunlun Realm is much easier, and it is normal for the number to be twice or several times more than the Kunlun Realm."
Mu Lingxi looked at Zhang Ruochen and saw that Zhang Ruochen acted quite calmly, seemingly without any psychological burden.
Zhang Ruochen walked to Xiao Hei and said, "Xiao Hei, do you also want to participate in the Saint's Merit Battle?"
Xiao Hei showed a rather disdainful look and said: "How can I, my emperor, exist, and my cultivation has reached a lawless level? How can I participate in the Saint's Merit War? Even if I want to participate, I am participating in the Great Saint's Merit War. But..."
"But what?" Mu Lingxi asked.
Xiao Hei said arrogantly: "However, the Moon Goddess met with me in person and told me that I don't need to participate in the merit war, and that I will stay in the heavenly world with the two old guys who make alchemy and wine. The main reason is that my strength is too great.
Strength is the biggest trump card in Guanghan Realm and cannot be exposed easily."
Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi naturally would not believe Xiao Hei's words, and they could roughly guess some of the reasons.
It is very possible that Xiao Hei's true cultivation level has indeed exceeded the realm of a saint. However, in order to let him participate in a higher-level merit war, he was worried that it would drag down the Guanghan Realm, so he let it stay in the Tianting Realm.
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See it through, don’t tell it.
Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi looked at each other, then shook their heads, both looking helpless.
"Look, the mirror image of the battlefield of the saint's meritorious battle has appeared."
Suddenly, an extremely huge light curtain appeared on the sky of Tongyou Sanctuary, covering the entire sky.
On the light screen, what appeared was the scene of the Ancestral Lingxu Realm.
It was a glorious big world that was once full of vitality, filled with thousands of races, and hundreds of millions of creatures living there.
But now, the entire world has collapsed, and most of the world's plates have turned into dust. Every grain of dust is a lifeless rock planet.
Of course, there are also four huge fragments of the world suspended in the starry sky that have not completely shattered.
The length of each fragment of the world is about 20 to 30 million miles, like four huge land masses suspended in the universe.
Zhang Ruochen mobilized his mental power and looked at the mirror image of the ancestral spirit world. The picture was getting closer and closer, and the things he saw were getting smaller and smaller.
Finally, Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on a human city in the Western World. He saw that the city had become dilapidated. On the street, a Rakshasa monk was grabbing a human head and eating it. The scene was extremely
Bloody and cruel.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's eyes were a little red, he could not control his emotions, and wanted to kill like crazy.
"The Rakshasa tribe is too cruel. When we go to the ancestral spirit world, we must kill them all."
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"If you dare to feed on humans, I will beat them to pieces."
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The saints present can see the war taking place in the Ancestral Spirit Realm as long as they mobilize their mental power. Of course, everyone's attention is focused on the major cities in the Ancestral Spirit Realm. Few people pay attention to those wilderness places.
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Emperor Annihilation wore a suit of holy armor and flew above the saints. He stood under the battlefield mirror, looking majestic and said: "The battle of saints' merit is about to begin. Everyone has also seen the fate of the ancestral spirit world. If we don't want the Guanghan World
If it becomes like this, you must try your best to kill Rakshasa and earn more merit points."
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The earth-shattering sound of killing resounded throughout the entire Tongyou Sanctuary.
Emperor Annihilation continued: "Have you seen the battlefield mirror above? There will be a battlefield mirror in the sky above every holy domain in the entire Shatuo Seven Realms. In addition, Guanghan Realm, Kunlun Realm, and the Great Demon Shifang
World...a battlefield mirror will also appear in the sky above the seven worlds."
"So, all the creatures in the seven worlds are watching you. Including monks from some worlds in the heavenly realm, and even some gods, are paying attention to this battle of merit. They can clearly see every move of yours.
A battle. You must not live up to their expectations. Kill, kill, kill, and bring out the majesty of Guanghan Realm."
"When the Guanghan Realm wins the war of merit, I will definitely take out the best treasures and reward them to the brave warriors who have made the greatest contributions."
Just as Emperor Annihilation was preaching, in the universe extremely far away from the Heavenly Realm, the battlefield mirror appeared in the sky above the Kunlun Realm.
The monks of the entire First Central Empire, as well as the wild beasts of all races in the wild secret realm, all raised their heads and looked at the sky, looking at the ancestral spirit world full of carnage.
A mirror image of the battlefield also appeared in the sky above Guanghan Realm.
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Who is the savior of a big world, who is the nemesis of the hell world, everything must be determined by hard power. And all of this is seen in the eyes of all the creatures in the seven big worlds.
The Saint's Merit War has officially begun. Under the leadership of the three giants of the Guanghan Realm, an army of one hundred thousand Saints is heading towards the holy road leading to the Ancestral Spirit Realm.