The Blue Sky Holy Dragon withdrew the dragon's breath, allowing dozens of Rakshasa Saint Kings to regain their freedom.

"Eat the Great Prince of Moro, this is your only way to live. The magic voice said very indifferently.

The eyes of dozens of Rakshasa Saint Kings were all firmly fixed on the body of the Great Prince of Moro, and most of them had fierce lights flashing in their eyes.

"The eldest prince, if you fall into the hands of Zhang Ruochen, you are already certain to die, it is better to fulfill us and let me wait in exchange for a chance to live. A Rakshasa Saint King said in a deep voice.

Another Rakshasa Saint King said, "So far, we have no choice, Great Prince, I'm sorry!"

With a very tacit understanding, dozens of Rakshasa Saint Kings moved in unison and walked towards the Great Prince of Moro step by step.

There is a saying that if people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed.

What's more, they are all ruthless, in order to survive, let alone let them eat the flesh of the Great Prince of Moro, even if they eat the flesh and blood of a god of the Rakshasa clan, they still dare to do it.

The eyes of the Great Prince of Moro were full of fear, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Stop, don't come here, I am the son of the evil god of Moyue, and I am the eldest prince of many gods, you ...... Ah......h

Before the Great Prince of Moro finished speaking, dozens of Rakshasa Clan Holy Kings had already pounced, dozens of mouths, and bit on his body at the same time, tearing off large pieces of flesh and blood, dripping with blood.

For a while, the terrible screams of the Great Prince of Moro sounded in the temple, like the roar of the evil ghosts in hell, which made people feel a creepy feeling.

Seeing this scene, Luo Ling's pupils suddenly contracted, and an unbearable look appeared in his eyes. Although she is a Rakshasa clan, it is the first time she has seen the picture of Rakshasa eating Rakshasas.

Demon Yin cut off a large piece of flesh and blood from the body of the Great Prince of Moro, Shi Shiran walked towards Luo Ling, and said, "Your Royal Highness the noble princess, I have selected a piece of the most tender meat for you, taste it well." ”

Hearing this, Luo Ling's heart was immediately shocked, even if it was the flesh and blood of the human race, she didn't want to eat it, let alone the flesh and blood of her own clan.

If she really wanted to eat the flesh of the Great Prince of Moro, it would be more difficult for her to accept than killing her.

"Wow. ”

Just when the magic sound was about to send the flesh and blood into Luo Ling's mouth, an incomparably bright sword light suddenly burst out from Luo Ling's body.

"Click. ”

The sword light was indestructible, and it actually cut off the spatial chain left by Zhang Ruochen, and at the same time broke the exquisite seal left by Zhang Ruochen.

An ancient sword hilt flew out and fell into Luo Ling's hand.

Driven by the power of evil, Dao Dao divine light flew out of the hilt, manifesting countless sword rules, intertwining with each other, conjuring into a slender sword body, and extremely rich divine power diffused.

There is no need for Luo Qi to do anything, the rules between heaven and earth all revolve around the divine sword.

"Boom. ”

Pulled by the power of the divine sword, Luo Shui suddenly set off stormy waves, and these waves all showed a sharp side, as if they were about to condense into thousands of sharp swords.

"It's ......"

Moyin's face changed slightly.

When she was in the Northern Regions, she had seen this quaint sword hilt and knew that it had something to do with the sword mound.

At the beginning, Luo Ling took out the hilt of this sword and almost took away Zhang Ruochen's monstrous sword.

Before he started, Moyin had already carefully searched Luo Ling's body, but he didn't find the existence of the hilt of the sword, and he didn't know where Luo Ling hid it.

With the divine sword in hand, Luo Ling desperately poured all his evil power into it.

Tens of thousands of fierce sword qi appeared, turning into a terrifying torrent of sword qi, enveloping Luo Qi in it, as if he was in another time and space, making it impossible for anyone to get close.

Mo Yin wanted to stop it, but unfortunately, the vines she extended from were twisted to pieces as soon as they touched the torrent of sword qi.

And the Spirit Dragon Fire spit out by the Blue Sky Holy Dragon was also blocked by the torrent of sword qi.

"Boom. ”

The torrent of sword qi was unstoppable, destroying the temple in an instant, penetrating through the many folded spaces in Luoshui, and opening up a passage to Luoshui.

"Save ...... Help me......"

The Grand Prince of Moro cried out in pain.

Although there was a look of unbearability in Luo Yan's eyes, he did not hesitate, and immediately stepped into the passage opened up by the torrent of sword qi.

It's not that she doesn't want to save the Grand Prince of Moro, but she has no way to save it, and if there is a delay, even she herself will lose this chance to get out.

The hilt of the sword from the sword mound is indeed extremely extraordinary, but with her current strength, she can't really exert its power.

And seeing Luo Ling retreat without hesitation, the last hope in the heart of the Grand Prince of Moro was shattered, and he completely fell into the abyss of despair.

At the moment when Luo Ling stepped into the sword qi channel, the Nine Songs Heavenly Star suddenly moved, and an incomparably mysterious sword intent enveloped the entire Nine Songs Heavenly Star.

The source of this sword intent is the secret mansion where Zhang Ruochen retreats and cultivates.

"Hmmm. ”

In an instant, thousands of Zhang Ruochen's figures appeared above the Nine Curved Heavenly Stars, all of which were extremely condensed, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Every Zhang Ruochen is dancing with a sword and practicing unfathomable swordsmanship.

"What happened?"

The cultivators of the Heavenly Primal Civilization who were cultivating on the Nine Songs Heavenly Star were all shocked

There were terrifying fluctuations in power one after another, and it was almost impossible to think that it was the Nine Songs Heavenly Star that had been attacked by a strong enemy.

"Not good. ”

Luo Ling's face changed slightly, and he immediately withdrew from the sword qi channel at the fastest speed.

For no other reason, the sword intent released by Zhang Ruochen faintly evolved into an independent world, encompassing the entire Nine Curved Heavenly Star, which was actually the passage created by the hilt of the sword, cutting it off for life.

"Master out of the customs, Luo Ling, you can't escape. ”

A gleam of joy appeared in Moyin's eyes.

Luo Ling didn't pay attention to the demon sound, his eyes stared at the air, where a huge holy sword was suspended, ten thousand feet high, like a sword mountain that reached the sky.

The holy sword bloomed with brilliant nine-colored brilliance, and the sword body was imprinted with countless mysterious veins, which were natural, and seemed to contain the most essential true meaning of swordsmanship.

For a while, countless rules of heaven and earth all gathered frantically, and the holy qi of heaven and earth condensed countless holy sword phantoms, and the tips of the swords all pointed to the ten thousand zhang holy sword, just like the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty.

"Hum. ”

The hilt of the sword held in Luo Ling's hand shook violently, and there were signs of flying out of his hand.

"The Great Perfection of Kendo. Luo Ling said word by word.

Once one is in the Saint King Realm, one has successfully cultivated a certain Sacred Dao rule to a million Dao paths, it can be called the Great Perfection.

Theoretically, in the Saint King Realm, a monk can cultivate a maximum of one million Dao Dao for each Saint Dao rule, but the monks who can really reach this step are as rare as a few and far between.

Even if it is a hundred thousand paths, they can often only cultivate close to a million rules, and they cannot truly reach the level of the Great Perfection.

It is even more difficult to cultivate the Great Dao, the Supreme Holy Path, and even the Ancient Path to the Great Perfection.

Luo Cheng never thought that Zhang Ruochen could actually cultivate the sword path of the seventy-two supreme holy paths into a million holy path rules, triggering the vision of heaven and earth.

A whole million Divine Dao rules, and a difference of one rule, can reach a million Dao, and there is a world of difference between the two.

Any kind of holy path, cultivating to the Great Perfection realm, will undergo unimaginable and strange changes, involving many aspects.

Among the several holy paths that Zhang Ruochen majored in, the way of the sword has always been at the forefront, and before this retreat, it was already close to a million paths.

Concentrating on the Ten Swords, he finally achieved a great transformation in the way of the sword, and reached the state of great perfection that countless sword cultivators were extremely eager to achieve.

"Hmmm. ”

All the figures are one, manifesting Zhang Ruochen's true body.

Zhang Ruochen beckoned, and the nine-colored holy sword, which was ten thousand feet high, directly submerged into his body.

Although the nine-colored holy sword is extremely condensed and is generally the same as the real holy sword, its essence is the sword path saint that Zhang Ruochen cultivated.

Then, all kinds of visions that shrouded the Nine Songs of Heaven were rapidly dissipating.

"Congratulations to the master, the cultivation is a great progress, and the kendo has achieved great perfection. ”

Demon Yin and Qingtian Holy Dragon immediately stepped forward to congratulate.

Although both of them were already extremely strong people at the first level below the Great Sage, they still felt tremendous pressure in the face of Zhang Ruochen, as if they were facing a powerful Great Sage.

After the way of the sword reached the Great Perfection, Zhang Ruochen underwent great changes. This change is not superficial, but from the essence.

Especially the sword cultivator, he will perceive Zhang Ruochen's changes most clearly.

Zhang Ruochen floated down into the ruined temple, his eyes on the quaint sword hilt in Luo Yan's hand.

Although Luo Ling tried his best to fight, after Zhang Ruochen released a powerful sword intent, the hilt of the sword still flew out uncontrollably.

"Give the hilt back to the princess, it belongs to the princess. Luo Ling widened his beautiful eyes and snorted lightly.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and while looking at it, he said, "This thing originates from the Hades Sword Shrine, and it does not belong to you." ”

"Zhang Ruochen, you bully people, why do you always rob the princess's treasures? The sundial is mine, and the hilt of the sword is also mine. Luo Ling's eyes were full of resentment, he kept grinding his teeth, and the full peak rose and fell violently.

Zhang Ruochen was unmoved, and said lightly: "You are wrong, nothing belongs to you." Even your life is now in my hands. ”

Hearing this, Luo Ling's heart couldn't help but move, and he really felt a terrifying killing intent from Zhang Ruochen.

Luo Ling knew very well that Zhang Ruochen had always been very ruthless in his treatment of the monks of the Hell Realm, especially when the Great Prince of Moro provoked Zhang Ruochen this time, it was hard to say that even she would be implicated.

"Zhang Ruochen, if you kill this princess, it will not do you any good, it will only bring you endless trouble, this princess knows, you will definitely say that you don't care. But in that case, those who regard you as a thorn in the side will probably clap their hands, anyway, you have already obtained the treasure in the sword shrine, how about releasing this princess?" Luo Ling said quickly.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I can give you a chance to live, pass the news to the Rakshasa clan, and send the Holy Dao Ancient Tea Tree that Prince Moro took away back to the Kunlun Realm." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen cast his eyes on the Great Prince of Moro, but unfortunately, all he saw was a white bone, and all the flesh and blood were eaten clean by the group of Rakshasa Saint Kings.

Even so, the Grand Prince of Moro is not really dead, and his Holy Source and Holy Spirit are still alive.

Stretching out his hand and grabbing it, Zhang Ruochen ingested the Holy Source of the Great Prince of Moro into his hand, and his holy soul was being sealed.

After being eaten up by the Rakshasa Holy King, the spiritual will of the Great Prince of Moro was already in a state of collapse.

Even if it is allowed to take away a new body, it has already been abolished, and it is impossible to achieve much more.

With a move in his mind, Zhang Ruochen included the holy source of the Great Prince of Moro into the Qiankun Realm, and let the evil spirits refine his holy soul.

Immediately, Zhang Ruochen put away the holy bones of the Great Prince of Moro.

This skeleton has completed immortalization, which is equivalent to the bone of the Immortal Great Sage, and it is very useful.

At the same time, the magic sound suddenly released a large number of vines, stabbing out like lightning, piercing the body of a Rakshasa Clan Saint King.

"You...... Failure to keep promises. ”

The holy kings of the Rakshasa clan are all full of unwillingness.

They had put aside all their worries and devoured the flesh and blood of the Great Prince of Moro, but they did not expect that they would die in the end.

The demon voice said coldly: "Keeping your word to the monks of your Hell Realm is the kindness of a woman. Do you want to let you go back and continue to devour the creatures of the Kunlun Realm?"

From the time she and the Qingtian Holy Dragon personally took action to capture this group of Rakshasa Saint Kings, their results were already doomed.

Whether it is the Great Prince of Moro or this group of Rakshasa Holy Kings, they are all the executioners of the Slaughter Painting Sect, how can they let it go?

In a moment, all the essence of the Rakshasa Clan Saint King was devoured and turned into a dried corpse, which was blown by the wind and dissipated one after another.

"Senior Chu, you can rest in peace!" Zhang Ruochen said silently in his heart.

After experiencing too much helplessness, misery, and grief, Zhang Ruochen's heart gradually became cold, and he was no longer as kind as before.

Perhaps this is the price to be paid for embarking on the road of the strong and pursuing the path of the emperor.

In any case, avenging Chu Siyuan, Zhang Ruochen's mind became much easier.

Next, he needs to take back the Holy Dao Ancient Tea Tree that belongs to the Painting Sect, and help the Holy Book Talented Girl to revitalize the Painting Sect and revitalize Confucianism.

And all this hope is pinned on Luo Ling's body.

As the princess of the Rakshasa clan, Luo Ling's status is more respected than that of the Great Prince of Moro, and holding it in his hands may be able to make the Rakshasa clan compromise.

In fact, there is also hope for the Great Prince of Moro to exchange it for the Holy Dao Ancient Tea Tree.

However, the Great Prince of Moro was the murderer of Chu Siyuan, and since Luo Ling had already been captured, there was no need to keep him any longer.

"You want to recapture the Holy Dao Ancient Tea Tree so much, it's for the sake of the Holy Book Talented Girl, Zhang Ruochen, you pretend to be cold at any time, but you are actually very affectionate!" Luo Cheng said.

Obviously, Luo Cheng knows everything about Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said indifferently: "If you don't want to die, just do what I say." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen released a more terrifying killing intent and an irresistible will, enveloping Luo Ling.

"This princess just passed on the news, so what to do. Luo Ling's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help pouting.

She could feel that Zhang Ruochen was not joking, and if she was not obedient, the consequences would be unpredictable.

In order not to really annoy Zhang Ruochen, Luo Yan immediately began to write the content to be delivered.

After a short time, Luo Yan carved down all the words, and after Zhang Ruochen saw it, he immediately typed it out.

Let the clan take out the Holy Dao Ancient Tea Tree to save himself, Luo Ling felt very faceless, but he was helpless. Zhang Ruochen is getting stronger and stronger, even if she has a thousand means, this time it is already unworkable.

Even Yan Wushen was so invincible, she was folded in Zhang Ruochen's hands, and even if she lost, it didn't seem to be so embarrassing.

In Luo Yan's view, Zhang Ruochen's transformation is not only manifested in cultivation, but also in his heart, which has no flaws.

He can do whatever it takes to achieve his ends.

This kind of Zhang Ruochen is the most terrifying.