Zhang Ruochen stood on the top of the Sword Mountain, high-spirited and full of energy that could swallow mountains and rivers. He raised his voice and said: "Swordsmen should show their sharpness and break through the clouds and open the moon. They should not sleep here and turn into rusty mud. Seniors, please follow me.
Shall I leave together? I will definitely select a destined person for you in the new civilization of the sword world to inherit the way of swordsmanship."
"Zheng!"
Thousands of swords roared together, and the sound lasted for a long time.
"good!"
Zhang Ruochen pressed his hands on his temples, activated the space-time divine martial arts mark between his eyebrows, collected all the swords on the Sword Mountain and the thousands of swords on the Sword Mountain, and placed them in the universe.
Then a sword realm shrouded by powerful sword intent appeared in the world of heaven and earth.
Most of these swords have lost their spirituality and are like scrap metal. However, there are still some that are peerless and famous swords that will last forever and are truly divine weapons.
What Zhang Ruochen just said was definitely not nonsense, he truly wanted to revive the sword world.
On the battlefield of Huntian, Zhang Ruochen promised the Realm Master of the Southern Sword Realm to protect the Southern Sword Realm for ten thousand years and pass on the Dharma to the Southern Sword Realm. At that time, he only regarded this matter as a transaction.
Later, he competed with the Ghost City, the Palace of Eternal Life, and the Sea of Bones, all because he just wanted to fulfill his promise.
But when he came to the Tomb of Swordsmanship, he gained ten thousandths of the secrets of Swordsmanship, the cleansing marrow of Wanjian, and the sword soul of Swordsman Ancestor. He also saw the glory and ruin that the sword world had experienced, and was deeply touched in his heart.
, as if he had become a part of the sword world.
Just like this, the desire to revive the sword world and promote the way of swordsmanship is no longer a transaction or a promise, but something that comes from the heart.
Zhang Ruochen walked in the desolate tomb forest, with deep footprints, looking at the mottled tombstones and the sword sheath inserted in front of the tombstone.
There is a tomb but no one there.
There is a scabbard, but the sword does not return.
He couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and he chanted:
"Three thousand divine swords have left their scabbards, and no one has returned the empty graves for hundreds of miles."
"Those who bury their swords will leave behind their courage, and in future generations we will surely conquer the heavens."
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Zhang Ruochen and A Le embarked on the return journey.
For Zhang Ruochen, being able to obtain the secret of the sword and the soul of the sword, and condense the soul of the Heavenly Sword in the Hundred Flails Realm, the trip to the Origin Temple has been completed.
Next, there are two more things that need to be done.
First, check whether Bai Qing'er has attracted monks from various major forces to the Origin Temple.
For her, this is her final temper and test before she becomes a god, and it will definitely come. Moreover, the bigger the issue, the better, and the more chaotic it is, so that she can retire successfully.
This point coincides with Zhang Ruochen's purpose.
Second, Zhang Ruochen must find a way to protect Jiannan Realm as much as possible.
This is the change in my mentality after going to the Kendo Tomb Forest.
Before, he just wanted to save more creatures in Jiannan Realm, and he did not have such a strong sense of responsibility now.
The more you get, the heavier the responsibility becomes.
There are only two ways to save Jiannanjie.
Either take away the southern realm of Jian, or lead the gods elsewhere.
The Jiannan Realm is huge and boundless. With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, it is quite reluctant to carry a growing Qiankun Realm. It is obviously impossible to include it in the Qi Sea.
If you want to carry a big world like Jiannan Realm, ordinary gods will definitely not be able to do it. At least it will be possible for gods to survive the catastrophe of Yuanhui.
However, considering that the Origin Temple is also in the Jiannan Realm, it is feared that the God Lord will take action to bring the Jiannan Realm into his own divine world.
If you want to keep the Jiannan Realm, you can only find a way to lure the gods to other places.
However, with him being a mere Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm, not to mention leading away the gods, any one of the gods could kill him with a casual blow.
While Zhang Ruochen was thinking hard about countermeasures, the voice of the Golden Burying White Tiger sounded: "If the origin temple is taken away and it is just a Sword South Realm, my Golden Burying God Realm world can be held for a short time."
"Can you release your divine power and collect the Southern Sword Realm?" Zhang Ruochen said in surprise.
The Golden Burying White Tiger said: "Of course we can't release too much divine power, we are only releasing the divine world, and you have to carry the divine world, so that we can hide it from the perception of heaven. Otherwise, if heaven's punishment comes, we will all die."
"Okay, that's the decision for now."
With the help of the Golden White Tiger, Zhang Ruochen felt that the burden on his shoulders was much lighter and he became more confident.
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The Origin Temple has long been reduced to ruins, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.
There are ruined walls that are tens of feet high, a huge unicorn stone sculpture standing among the rocks, and a sword stele lying at the bottom of the ravine. They are so dilapidated, but so magnificent.
There are also broken formations and ancient killing patterns scattered everywhere.
Even if a great sage breaks in, he may trigger the formation and cause death.
But for Da Sikong and Er Sikong at this moment, they couldn't care so much. Their Buddhist robes were in tatters, their mouths were full of blood, and they fled quickly among the ruins.
Every time the formation was touched, sword energy flew out from the formation and struck them, causing the two monks to scream in agony.
They didn't dare to stop. There was a loud sound of water breaking behind them, and there were dozens of great sages chasing them.
"Two masters go first, we will stop them."
True killing, true greed, and true delusion, the three monks released powerful auras of death and Tao realms, turning into three bright and bright light shuttles, rushing towards the pursuers behind them.
The three of them are all in a state of immortality.
With the strength of three people, without the use of soldiers, they defeated dozens of great saints. If they had not shown compassion and did not have the desire to kill, I am afraid that some great saints would have died.
A loud shout came from afar: "You are the white-robed God of Death from the Temple of Death, not Buddhist cultivators. Please wake up soon."
The voice contains powerful spiritual power and death thoughts.
The spirit and holy soul of True Killing, True Greed, and True Greed were restrained and they stood there dumbly.
Nan Sheng and the four great saints from the Temple of Death flew over quickly, cutting through the thick water, leaving five white water lines.
Seeing Nan Sheng appear, the dozens of great saints around him all looked at each other with fearful and frightened expressions, and quickly retreated.
They all knew that Da Sikong and Er Sikong had a lot of holy medicines in their bodies, so they were extremely unwilling to do so and still wandered far away, waiting for the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Nan Sheng stood on the shoulders of a broken stone sculpture more than ten feet high, glanced at Da Sikong and Er Sikong who were fleeing, and smiled sarcastically: "It's just two immortal realm saints who saw me, and they actually wanted to escape.
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"Southern Saint, don't kill them. Since they call Zhang Ruochen uncle, catching him might be of great use," said a great sage from the Temple of Death with a crocodile head.
Nan Sheng nodded, released his mental power, and condensed two gray chains.
The gray chains are formed by the rules of heaven and earth, like two spiritual snakes, winding towards Da Sikong and Er Sikong.
"Don't hurt my two masters."
The real killing dissolved Nan Sheng's spiritual power, Buddha's light appeared in his eyes, he clasped his hands together, and a ten-foot-long giant sword condensed on his head.
Both hands slashed down, and the giant sword followed.
"Boom."
The two chains of mental power were broken immediately.
"Well done, really killing." Da Sikong turned around and couldn't help but praise.
Nan Sheng was a little confused at first, and then he became angry. Faintly, he heard the laughter of the Great Sage in the distance.
I don’t know whether he was laughing at him or at the Temple of Death.
A white-robed killing god in the Death Temple's eternal life turned into a Buddhist cultivator, and in turn became the enemy of the Death Temple. Is there anything funnier than this?
True greed and true delusion also resolved the suppression of Nan Sheng's mental power, and each formed a Buddha seal, but a killing sword condensed on top of his head and attacked Nan Sheng.
"You go and capture those two monks, and I will suppress these three disgraceful things."
Nan Sheng's face was gloomy, he took out a green talisman fan, and moved it forward, and dense talisman patterns flew out, turning into hundreds of thunder and lightning, hitting Zhen Sha, Zhen Wan, and Zhen Greed, killing them.
All of them were thrown away.
The four great saints from the Death Temple went around and chased Da Sikong and Er Sikong.
"Southern Saint is so terrifying. He has the same level of cultivation that he will never die, but he can fight one against three."
"Is this one against three? With just a wave of his hand, he can defeat the three powerful men in the ten thousand death realm. His combat power is terrifying, comparable to that of the Supreme Saint."
"You are a disciple of the Seven Great Masters, a legendary figure among the dead. Do you think he is just an ordinary person? Let's go. With Nan Sheng here, we can't even think of missing out."
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Among the four great saints of the Temple of Death, the one with the weakest cultivation level is all in the Hundred Flails realm.
However, this is the Temple of Origin, and they were worried about touching the formation and the Divine Slaughter Pattern, so they chased for a long time, but they still failed to capture Da Sikong and Er Sikong.
They launched long-range attacks and mental attacks, and also hit the two monks.
The strange thing is that Da Sikong and Er Sikong seemed to have indestructible bodies. Every time they were hit, they spit out two mouthfuls of blood and immediately got up and continued running away.
"How can the golden body of a Buddhist Bodhisattva be so powerful?" the dead sage with a crocodile head asked in surprise.
The attack he just fired from the air could obviously kill the great sage at the peak of the Immortal Realm. However, after the fat monk in front was hit, he just rolled around on the ground like a ball, and immediately got up again, cursing.
, continue to escape forward.
"Perhaps they are beyond the realm of immortality." A great sage from the dead race speculated.
"Don't worry about it for now. Let's suppress it first. They entered the Origin Temple before us, so they must have picked a lot of holy medicine."
The crocodile-headed Great Sage of the Dead was incredibly fast. In an instant, he caught up behind Da Sikong. Wisps of light of death appeared on the hammer-shaped weapon in his hand. He suddenly raised it and struck Da Sikong on the head.
The power of this hammer has reached the point where it is not weaker than the full blow of the Great Perfection Saint of Baiyang Realm. He does not believe that this fat white monk can still bear it.
"Uncle Master, you are here to save me." Da Sikong looked forward with a look of great joy on his face.
The crocodile-headed dead saint sneered in his eyes and remained unmoved at all.
This fat white monk has used this move twice before, and he actually wants to use it a third time?
Just as the war hammer was about to fall on Da Sikong's head, a sound of sword sound was heard.
"Wow——"
Shen Yuan's ancient sword turned into a black sword light and struck the crocodile-headed Death Race great sage. The war hammer and body in his hand were also broken into two pieces and thrown backward.
The blood of the great sage of the dead dyed this area of water crimson.
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There is another chapter, try to update it as soon as possible.