About half a day later, Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew back and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.
All the holy weapons on the battlefield have been refined and absorbed by it. The number of inscriptions on the sword body has reached more than 13,000. The grade of Shen Yuan's ancient sword has been greatly improved.
"When it reaches the level of the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact, Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword's improvement speed has indeed become slower." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
You know, there are more than a thousand holy weapons and soldiers on the battlefield, but it only adds more than 3,000 inscriptions to Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
Obviously, after being promoted to a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns, the inscriptions inside the body of Shen Yuan's ancient sword have become more advanced. If you want to upgrade the level, the number of sacred weapons required will become larger and larger.
The roots, vines, and leaves of the Holy Food Flower are spread all over the world, trying their best to absorb nutrients from the soil and air. Every moment, its cultivation realm is rapidly improving.
Another half day passed.
The level of cultivation of the Holy Flower has reached the pinnacle of a true saint.
The rate at which it absorbs nutrients gradually becomes slower, and the fruit at the top of the vine seems to have grown to its limit and has stopped growing.
During this day, Zhang Ruochen was naturally practicing, and he refined nearly five hundred drops of True Holy Dew, one step closer to the realm of True Saint.
Zhang Ruochen walked out of the space-time crystal, came under the vines of the Holy Flower, and said, "Let's go! Go to the wormhole."
"Master, give me a few more days to absorb all the nutrients here. You may not be able to reach the holy realm." The voice of the Holy Flower came from the vines.
Zhang Ruochen knew that time was very tight and said: "We came to the Ancestral Spiritual Realm to fight and kill. How can we have so much time to practice? Now, we must dig down the wormhole and head to the Giant Whale River Basin immediately."
The Merit War lasted for three months, and now more than twenty days have passed, and every day left seems precious.
Zhang Ruochen took out the golden dragon chariot, climbed on it, mobilized the holy energy to inspire the soul shadows of nine golden dragons, and then rushed towards the wormhole.
Sitting in the dragon chariot, Zhang Ruochen took out the treasure bottle and drank a sip of Ningzhen Holy Dew.
Next, you need to refine the Holy Dew of Ningzhen when you are on the road, and you also need to refine the Holy Road of Ningzhen when you are fighting. Only in this way can you reach the realm of the True Saint faster.
The Holy Flower of Food was unwilling to do so, but it still followed. Roots that were tens of miles long stretched out from the soil and extended forward quickly, as if hundreds of legs were running.
Many forces in the heavenly world were paying attention to Zhang Ruochen's every move, and they were all surprised to see him rushing towards the wormhole single-handedly.
"Look, Zhang Ruochen actually went straight to the wormhole. Does he want to challenge the Rakshasa army alone?"
"Although the Rakshasa below the marquis have been evacuated. However, there are six to seven hundred Rakshasa marquis stationed near the wormhole. It is definitely not possible for one person to break through."
"I guess he was rushing to the Giant Whale River Basin to redeem his merit points, so he had to fight to the death."
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The day before, Zhang Ruochen fought against more than a hundred Rakshasa Marquises alone, killing almost all of them. He was indeed quite powerful.
However, attacking the wormhole is another matter. Therefore, no one is optimistic about this battle. They all think that the best result is for Zhang Ruochen to return home defeated and successfully escape.
The greater possibility is that there is no chance to escape.
Arriving in the wilderness five hundred miles away from the wormhole, Zhang Ruochen looked forward and saw that the entire world was filled with chaotic holy power, and the earth was in ruins.
Yesterday, a battle broke out here between the saints of the Sword Hell Realm and the Rakshasa tribe's army, and there are still many mutilated corpses scattered on the ground.
Zhang Ruochen did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so he stopped the Jin Bu Long Chariot, and then used his spiritual power to explore the past.
"The saints of the Sword Prison Realm actually broke through the eleven-layer defense formation in a row. They actually helped me clear up a lot of trouble."
The Rakshasa clan has placed many formation inscriptions in this area, making this place look like a copper wall. It is no wonder that all the saints in the Sword Hell Realm were killed and almost their entire army was annihilated.
There are a large number of incomplete formation inscriptions underground, and further away, complete inscriptions are carved, blocking Zhang Ruochen's mental power.
"How many layers of defensive formations are there? How many attack formations are there?"
Zhang Ruochen is not afraid of the Rakshasa clan's human sea tactics, but the attack formation and the Nine-Nine Return Formation can still pose a huge threat to him.
The Rakshasa tribe stationed near the wormhole naturally discovered Zhang Ruochen, and powerful figures appeared behind the defensive formation.
Yesterday, the silver-haired, lion-faced third-class marquis who escaped from Zhang Ruochen walked out of the defense formation, stood on the top of a small hill with his burly body, and roared: "Human, you are taking the initiative.
Are you here to die?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he took out the Blue Sky Bow and the White Sun Arrow and aimed at the silver-haired lion.
The silver-haired man-lion was very aware of the power of the Blue Sky Bow and the White Sun Arrow, so he cursed "Damn it" secretly, and then quickly fled back to the defensive formation.
"Boom!"
The day arrow almost chased behind the silver-haired lion's ass and hit the void. Immediately, a layer of defensive formation appeared, like a translucent wall of light, with chains floating up and down on the wall.
With a roar, the chains on the light wall shook violently, forming a vortex, blocking the daylight arrow.
"It was a pretty quick escape."
Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hand and took back the day arrow.
With this arrow, Zhang Ruochen not only wanted to kill the silver-haired lion, but also wanted to test the strength of the defensive formation.
Inside the defensive formation, the marquis of the Rakshasa clan saw the silver-haired lion looking so embarrassed and scared for the first time, and they all couldn't help laughing.
The silver-haired man-lion felt very embarrassed, his silver eyes glowed with a trace of flame, and he roared: "Kill him."
Fifty feet above the ground, in mid-air, inscriptions emerged one after another, condensing into a large attack formation in the air.
Affected by the attack formation, the next moment, the entire sky burned and turned crimson. In the center of the attack formation, a three-hundred-foot-tall figure condensed with wings on its back, resembling a Luo.
The demon god.
"Wow——"
The Rakshasa Demon God spit out a red-gold fireball from its mouth and bombarded it in the direction of Zhang Ruochen.
The high temperature contained in the fireball was even unbearable for the Sacred Food Flower. Its leaves burned, and it had to quickly shrink its body to avoid being attacked by the formation.
Zhang Ruochen stood up, the holy energy in his body circulated rapidly, and he grabbed the void with both hands.
"Space distortion."
The fireball that fell straight down immediately deflected and landed several miles away.
"Boom."
The ground shook violently, and then, a golden wave of fire surged out in all directions, extending to five hundred miles away.
The whole world seemed to have turned into a sea of fire.
"do you died?"
All the Marquises of Rakshasa stared closely at the sea of fire. Suddenly, nine giant golden dragons, pulling a holy car, rushed out of the sea of fire and rushed towards the defensive formation at a hundred times the speed of sound.
The silver-haired man-lion gritted his teeth and said: "Looking for death, how can you break through the defensive formation with just one blow? Keep using the attack formation and kill this person no matter what."
The Rakshasa Demon God standing in the center of the attack formation opened his eyes and flew out two flame beams, hitting the golden dragon chariot.
Zhang Ruochen stood on the top of the golden dragon chariot, mobilized the power of space with all his strength, pointed his finger forward, and said silently: "Break it open for me."
"Wow."
A huge hole was torn out in the space, more than three hundred meters long and fifty meters wide. It flew forward and broke through the defensive formation.
Immediately afterwards, Jinbu rushed in in a dragon chariot.
Immediately, a large number of screams rang out, and each Rakshasa Marquis was knocked backwards and flew out. They could not stop the dragon chariot at all. Some of the Rakshasa Marquises were crushed into bloody mud and corpses, and died directly.
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The roots of the Holy-Eating Flower were wrapped around the Golden Step Dragon Chariot, and the vines flew out.
"Pfft."
The vines were sharper than spears and penetrated the holy body of a fifth-level marquis, and then rushed towards another Rakshasa marquis.
The Holy Flower specially selects powerful men such as sixth-class marquis, fifth-class marquis, and fourth-class marquis. Every time it kills one, it drags the holy corpse back and uses its roots to suck the holy blood and holy power from the holy corpse.
Zhang Ruochen and Shi Shenghua joined forces to kill the Marquis of Rakshasa, and in an instant, dozens of Marquises were killed.
"We, the Rakshasa tribe, have always been the ones to devour other living beings, and no other living beings can feed on us."
The silver-haired human lion roared, took out an iron whip that was at the level of a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns, unleashed the full power of the iron whip, and struck it towards the Holy Flower.
The Holy Flower of Eating was obviously aware of the danger, and its power completely exploded. Countless lightning bolts came out, wrapped around the vines and leaves, and struck at the silver-haired lion.
"Boom."
The vines and the iron whip collided together, and a chaotic holy power poured out in all directions.
Soon, the Holy Flower of Food and the Iron Whip became entangled, fighting each other, and they were inseparable.
The Holy Food Flower resides in Zhang Ruochen's body, and the two are inextricably linked. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen can clearly feel that the Holy Food Flower is in a bad situation. The perfect power burst out from the iron whip has injured it, and
, the injuries are still getting worse.
Zhang Ruochen jumped up from the golden dragon chariot. While flying in the air, he summoned Shen Yuan's ancient sword, grabbed it in his hand, and slashed at the silver-haired man-lion with one sword.
The powerful sword energy turned into a sword light waterfall more than a thousand meters long, falling downwards.
The silver-haired man-lion's expression changed, and he quickly retracted the iron whip, shaking his wrist quickly. Then, the iron whip became thicker and thicker, like a giant steel dragon circling upward, trying to block Zhang Ruochen's attack.
"Boom."
The power unleashed by Shen Yuan's ancient sword was so terrifying that it directly cut off the iron whip that was a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns. The sword split the silver-haired lion's holy body into two halves and flew out in both directions.
Crimson blood splashed all over Zhang Ruochen.
With Zhang Ruochen's current fighting power, and with the indestructibility of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, no ordinary saint could stop him from using his sword with all his strength.