The daytime arrow rushed in front of Qing Mo, becoming slower and slower. Finally, like a spiritual snake, it flew around her in a circle, then rushed high into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.
Nan Shu's holy palm was dripping with blood, and there was a death force that invaded the wound and devoured her vitality.
"Pfft."
Nanshu Zhisheng was very decisive and used his hand as a knife to cut off his right arm.
"Who? Who is it?"
The Holy Saint of Nanshu resisted the pain in his right arm and stared at the direction of the daytime arrow, exuding a frightening murderous aura from all over his body.
The saints in the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm all released their spiritual power to explore the surrounding sky and underground, trying to find the monk who just shot the white arrow.
To be able to injure the Holy Saint Nan Shu with one arrow, the opponent must be a powerful person.
Qing Mo had just seen the day arrow clearly and recognized it. His big bright eyes couldn't help but turn around, showing a look of joy and worry.
"It can't really be him, can it?"
Suddenly, Qing Mo saw the figure of Zhang Ruochen. He was wearing a suit of blood armor, carrying a Qingtian Bow and a White Sun Arrow. He appeared out of thin air on the surface of the Giant Whale River at an unknown moment, which looked particularly strange.
The saints from the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm also discovered the blood shadow standing on the river. They immediately released the Holy Soul Realm and erupted with powerful holy power.
Nan Shu's most holy eyes emitted a layer of dark purple holy light and said, "Are you the one who shot the hidden arrow just now?"
Zhang Ruochen remained silent, as if he was too lazy to speak.
From the corner of Yumu's holy eyes, he glanced at Qingmo and said, "The purpose of shooting that arrow was to save her. Are you also a saint in the Kunlun world?"
Nan Shu's eyes lit up and he said: "The arrow just now contained a very special power of death, and it should also be a very powerful treasure. Isn't it another divine artifact?"
The corners of Zhang Ruochen's mouth turned up slightly, he stepped on the river water, walked over step by step, and said: "Even if it is an ancient artifact relic, you can't take it away."
"How dare you say such arrogant words in the face of dozens of Saint Realm experts from the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm. Are you too confident in your own strength?"
The Supreme Saint Nan Shu snorted, and then took a deep breath. From the wound on his shoulder, wisps of blood escaped, like dense blood vessels, forming the shape of an arm.
Gradually, the powerful blood actually condensed bones, flesh and blood, meridians, and skin. After a while, an arm as white as jade grew again.
Her hands grasped the void at the same time.
"Boom."
Two huge water columns rose from the surface of the Giant Whale River, condensing into two large hands more than 100 meters long, squeezing towards Zhang Ruochen from the left and right directions.
The two big hands formed by the river water were frozen into black ice, and the space between the hands was also frozen solid.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes condensed, and the Divine Fire of Purification surged out of his body and turned into a sea of fire. In an instant, two big black ice hands were burned and melted.
The water of the Giant Whale River was also boiling.
Nan Shu's most holy face changed slightly and said: "That is... the legendary pure fire of destruction..."
Not far away, Holy Saint Yan Ju and Holy Saint Yumu also showed solemn expressions, and each took out a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns.
The Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact that Yan Ju took out was a three-meter-long holy sword. The sword exuded a strange light, and there were eight chains wrapped around it, making a clattering sound.
Yan raised his holy palm and pressed it on the blade. Immediately, eight chains flew out, each one becoming as thick as a bucket and dozens of miles long.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the eight chains flying towards him and pressed his palm into the void. Then the eight chains flew back and attacked the saints in the Sword Prison Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm.
"Bang bang."
A dozen saints with profound cultivation were whipped out by chains. Even though they were prepared, they were still seriously injured and fell into a pool of blood.
No one knows better than the Holy Sage Yan Ju how terrifying Zhang Ruochen's palm just now was. If he hadn't been standing behind the holy sword, he would have been sent flying by the force of the palm.
Is this person really a cultivator of the Holy Realm, not a Holy King?
Suddenly, the Supreme Saint Yan Ju felt a heavy pressure falling on him. He couldn't help showing a look of fear in his eyes, and turned his neck stiffly.
He saw that the young man wearing blood armor was already standing in front of him.
Yan Ju was extremely frightened and wanted to retreat, but found that he could not move at all and his legs seemed to be frozen.
"Snapped!"
Zhang Ruochen pressed down with his palm and hit the head of the Holy Saint Yan Ju, shattering all his bones into powder. The meridians, holy veins, and blood vessels were broken inch by inch, and his body went limp and lifeless.
Kill a holy man with one random move.
The Holy Saint Nanshu and the Holy Saint Yumu looked at each other without any hesitation. They simultaneously performed a secret technique to enhance their strength. The holy blood in the blood, the meridians and the holy energy in the holy veins all burned.
stand up.
The auras of the two of them increased several times.
The air waves escaping from their bodies knocked all the other saints flying away.
Those saints obviously knew that Zhang Ruochen was a very vicious character that they could not compete with, so they immediately fled away.
"Eating Holy Flower, they will leave it to you!"
Zhang Ruochen stared at Nanshu Holy Saint and Yumu Holy Saint opposite, and said something lightly.
The Saint-eating Flower rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body, turned into a large vine, extended from the ground, and chased the escaping saints.
At the same time, Nanshu Holy Saint and Yumu Holy Saint attacked Zhang Ruochen.
"The hand of heaven."
The Supreme Saint Nan Shu was suspended in mid-air, and she pressed down with her five fingers. Suddenly, the sky became extremely dark, and an oppressive force fell downwards, as if the power of the entire world had been mobilized by her.
"Golden glass cover."
A dazzling golden light emitted from between the hands of the Holy Yumu, and the golden light glass cover of the Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact level burst out with perfect power and suppressed Zhang Ruochen.
The two of them have indeed become quite powerful after using their secret skills. If Zhang Ruochen had not broken through to the realm of true saints, it would have been quite difficult to deal with them.
but now……
Zhang Ruochen stood there with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and a sword intent surged out of his body.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew out, dragged out a long sword light, and slashed towards the two of them.
"Wow."
The "Hand of Heaven" was cut through, and Nan Shu's holy body was cut into two pieces by the sword energy. It fell from the air, and its blood spilled on the river bank.
The golden glass cover was knocked out and hit the Yumu Zhisheng's body. Immediately, the sound of bones breaking was heard in Yumu Zhisheng's body, the body sank, and the internal organs were smashed into mud.
The vitality of Yumu Shengsheng is quite strong, and he did not die. He fell to the ground and immediately fled far away.
This man in blood armor is too powerful, and they cannot defeat him... Escape, must escape...
Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly, grabbed the Qingtian Bow and the White Arrow, and shot out with one arrow.
"Bang!"
Yumu Shengsheng, who had fled hundreds of miles away, was pierced by an arrow in the daytime. His body exploded and turned into a bloody skeleton, and he fell by the river.
Then, Zhang Ruochen walked step by step towards the upper half of Nan Shu's holy body.
In Nan Shu's view, it was as if a god of death was approaching her step by step, asking: "Who are you?"
"A dying person doesn't need to know so much." Zhang Ruochen said.
"The realm of the Sword Prison is in the Giant Whale River Basin. Someone must have passed the news to him. You won't survive long."
Nan Shu's holy eyes revealed an icy light, and then her whole body was shaken, and a purple beam of light shot out from the center of her eyebrows and surged into the sky.
She actually wanted to blow up the Holy Source and die together with Zhang Ruochen.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen's body swayed and appeared in front of Nan Shu's Holy Saint. The Divine Fire of Purification emerged from the palm of his hand. He pressed it down with one palm, smashing her head into pieces and then burning it to ashes.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the three Holy Saints were killed.
Zhang Ruochen found a storage bag on Nan Shu's body, and found more than a hundred treasure bottles inside, containing 120,000 drops of blood and 370,000 strands of residual souls.
The quantity is not large, but the level of blood and remnant souls is very high.
Among them, there are more than 140 drops of the holy blood of Marquis Rakshasa, and more than 350 strands of the remnant soul of Marquis Rakshasa.
Another huge amount of merit.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen found the storage bags of Yumu Shengsheng and Yanju Shengsheng, and obtained a large amount of blood and remnant souls of the Rakshasa clan.
While Zhang Ruochen was counting the treasures on the three saints, Qing Mo picked up the silver kitchen knife on the ground, restrained his breath, bent his waist, stumbled backwards, and tried to sneak away quietly.
"where are you going?"
Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of Qing Mo and blocked her way.
Qing Mo raised his head and immediately shook his head, saying: "I...I don't know anything..."
"Since you don't know anything, first hand over the Rakshasa blood and remnant soul in your body." Zhang Ruochen said.
Qing Mo quickly covered the space ring on his finger and said: "You are the Shengming Crown Prince, how can you rob a girl's things?"
That space ring was given to her by Zhang Ruochen.
"You can lie to me with Chi Yao, why can't I rob you?"
Zhang Ruochen walked towards her, grabbed Qing Mo's wrist, lifted her palm up, then took off the space ring on her finger and said: "This is my thing, take it back now."
"Let go, it hurts, it hurts a lot."
Qing Mo broke away from Zhang Ruochen's hand, rubbed his wrist, squatted on the ground in aggrieved manner, hugged his knees with both hands, a layer of mist came out of his eyes, and flattened his mouth as if he wanted to cry or not, and said: "I don't want to
I'm lying to you, why are you bullying me? I finally collected so much blood and remnant souls, but you robbed them all in one fell swoop... I didn't mess with you, why did you rob me?"
Zhang Ruochen explored the items in the space ring, frowned, stared at Qing Mo, and said with some disgust: "It has been almost a month, and you have only collected thirteen drops of blood and seven rays of residual souls. This is what you have done in the ancestors."