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- Ancestral Spirit Realm, Northern World.
In a vast desert, there stands a rocky mountain that is nearly 10,000 meters high. There are dense wind tunnels in the mountain. The evil power emanating from it makes the sky above the mountain covered with a strange cloud.
The Jiuyou Sword Master came to the bottom of the desert, with his long hair hanging loose, and with a cold look in his eyes, he said: "Come out!"
"Wow¡ª¡ª"
From those wind tunnels, densely packed Rakshasa monks rushed out, numbering more than 100,000.
Among them, there are more than sixty Rakshasa with wings, soaring in the sky, charging towards the Jiuyou Sword Master.
You must know that any Rakshasa with wings has the cultivation level of a saint.
The Jiuyou Sword Master showed no fear, and stared forward with a pair of holy eyes. Immediately, dense sword energy flew out, like a wave tens of feet high, slashing the attacking Rakshasa into a ball of blood mist.
At the same time, Jiuyou Sword Saint grabbed a holy sword, flew into the sky, and entered the group of Rakshasa Saints.
With every blow of the sword, a saint will die.
About two hours later, this desert was filled with tens of thousands of corpses of Rakshasa monks.
Only the Jiuyou Sword Master was still standing upright on the desert, his body spotless.
Some big shots in the heavenly world were a little surprised when they saw this scene.
"This saint from Kunlun Realm is too powerful. He may have the strength to compete with the Holy King."
"This person is in the realm of a saint and has attainments in swordsmanship. According to the classification of the Taoist lineage, he should have practiced Kenpachi to the Great Perfection. Focus on this person and write down his name. We must win him over to all of us. City boundary.¡±
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The Ancestral Spirit Realm, the Western World.
Chu Siyuan stood in the center of a large lake, holding a two-meter-long paintbrush and using blood as ink, painting on the lake.
"kill."
On all sides of the lake, there were hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa troops, including more than eighty Rakshasa saints, rushing towards him, and the entire world was enveloped in dark red evil energy.
Chu Siyuan poured his spiritual power into the painting and shouted: "The sun will drop blood drops to the ground, and the wind will turn the flames to burn people."
The next moment, the water in the big lake seemed to have turned into oil and burned violently.
In an instant, thousands of miles around were turned into a sea of ??fire.
In less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa troops were burned to ashes.
Of course, those saints of the Rakshasa tribe with high levels of cultivation were not burned to death. They spread their wings and immediately fled into the distance.
"Still want to leave?"
Chu Siyuan used a paintbrush to quickly draw on the lake.
With each stroke, a fire dragon flew up from the lake and chased the dozens of Rakshasa saints who were still alive. Soon, more than a thousand fire dragons appeared in the sky flying together, burning all the Rakshasa saints who wanted to escape to death.
Some big worlds in the heavenly world are once again in a state of shock.
"This old man's mental strength is infinitely close to the fifty-fifth level. The key is that his attainments in painting are really terrifying."
"Why has this kind of person not yet broken through to the realm of the Holy King? Is it because he is deliberately suppressing the realm and is waiting for the meritorious battle of the Saint?"
"Not necessarily. It may not be that the cultivation environment in Kunlun Realm is too poor, making it difficult for them to break through to the realm of the Holy King."
"Write down his name. This person has such high attainments in painting. After coming to the heavenly realm, he has a lot of cultivation resources. It is only a matter of time before he breaks through to the realm of the great sage."
Whether it is Jiuyou Sword Master, Chu Siyuan, or some other senior figures in the Kunlun world, they actually have quite terrifying talents. However, the environment has suppressed them, causing them to practice for hundreds of years, and they are still stuck at the extreme level. Holy realm.
Jiuyou Sword Master¡¯s swordsmanship and Chu Siyuan¡¯s painting skills have both reached extremely high levels. Their hundreds of years of accumulation cannot be compared to those of the younger generation.
More than twenty days soon passed, and Zhang Ruochen practiced in the inner space of the space-time crystal for three full months, refining all the Holy Dew of Condensation on his body.
"Having reached the realm of half-real and half-virtual, it is still a little short of the realm of true saint."
The sky-opening river in Zhang Ruochen's Qi Sea has become much more solid, and the rules of the Holy Path are revealed and flowing in the river.
There is only one last step left to "turn virtual reality into reality".
"We still underestimated Tongtian River's demand for the Holy Dew of Condensation. It is estimated that it will take another three thousand drops of the Holy Dew of Condensation to break through to the realm of the True Saint."
?There are more than 850 saints in a canyon thousands of miles away.
Among them, the leaders are the two Holy Saints and the Six True Saints.
A male true saint with scales on his face said with some disdain: "Except for those first-class marquises, the rest of the monks in the Rakshasa tribe are all a mob, and there is nothing to be afraid of. Today, we will guard the wormhole. All the Rakshasa are surrounding you, and you can earn a lot of merit points just before you rush to see Jie Zi."
A holy saint sitting at the top, with a total of six arms and a long white beard, snorted: "Xu Fang, don't think that you are among the top twenty true saints in the sword hell world. You can be arrogant. A few days ago, I met a second-class marquis from the Rakshasa tribe and was almost killed by him. How do you think your strength compares with me?"
"Real or false? The strength of the second-class Marquis is also so terrifying?"
The true saint named Xu Fang showed a shocked look.
The six-armed sage nodded and said: "In the Rakshasa tribe, only those who have reached the realm of saints can be granted the title of marquis. Marquises are divided into ten levels."
"The saint in the lower realm is a tenth-level marquis."
"The saint in the middle realm is the ninth-level marquis."
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"The Rakshasa who has just reached the holy realm is only a third-class marquis."
"Only the top experts among the Holy Saints can be granted the title of second-class marquis."
"As for the first-class marquis, each one is a legend and can be called an invincible existence under the Holy King. Now, only a few first-class marquis have appeared, and everyone should have heard their names. In just over twenty years, Heaven, each of them killed more than a thousand saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo."
"Even if there is a second-class marquis among the Rakshasa saints guarding the wormhole, we will suffer heavy losses. If we encounter a first-class marquis, I am afraid that our entire army will be annihilated."
"It's better to be careful. After all, we have collected a lot of blood and holy souls and must send them safely to the Giant Whale River Basin."
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