rollably, and finally, he lost all signs of life."Damn it, who is it"At this moment, Xiao Hei's body had become as large as a small mountain. A pair of black wings sprouted from its back, carrying the...The Azure Saint Dragon retracts its dragon's breath, allowing dozens of Asura Saint Kings to regain their freedom.
"Eat the Moro King. That's your only way to survive." The Demon spoke in a very indifferent tone.
Dozens of Asura Saint Kings' gazes were fixed upon Mo Luo, the Great Prince. Most of their eyes flickered with a murderous intent.
Another Rakshasa Saint King said: "Things have come to this, we have no choice, Great Prince, I'm sorry!"
With remarkable tacit understanding, dozens of Rakshasa Saint Kings moved in unison, stepping closer to the Great Prince Mahoraga.
> As the saying goes, if one doesn't act for their own benefit, heaven will punish them and earth will destroy them.
Moreover, they are all hardened criminals. For the sake of survival, let alone making them eat Moro's Great King's flesh, even if it were the blood and meat of a Rakshasa deity, they would dare to do it.
"Stop, don't come any closer! I am Moro the Great Prince, filled with fear. "I am the son of Mo Yue Xie Shen, a great prince bestowed by many deities... Ah..."
Before King Mara could finish speaking, dozens of Rakshasa Saints rushed forward. Dozens of mouths bit into him simultaneously, tearing away large chunks of flesh and blood, leaving a scene of carnage.
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For a moment, the palace was filled with the ear-splitting screams of King Moro. His cries were as terrifying as those of demons from hell, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
Seeing this scene, Luo Fu's pupils constricted instantly, and a look of pity appeared in her eyes. Although she was from the Rakshasa clan, this was the first time she had witnessed the sight of Rakshasas devouring their own kind.
Hearing this, Luo Fei's heart trembled. Even human flesh, she wouldn't eat it, let alone the flesh of her own kin.
To have her eat that piece of meat from the Moro King, that would be even harder for her to accept than killing her.
"Wow."
Just as the demonic sound was about to send flesh and blood into Luo Fu's mouth, a dazzling sword light suddenly burst from Luo Fu's body.
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"Click."
The sword light was invincible, it severed the space chains left by Zhang Ruochin, and at the same time, it broke open the ingenious seal he had left behind.
A weathered hilt flew out, landing in Luo Fu's hand.
You needn't do anything, for the rules of Heaven and Earth revolve around the Divine Sword.
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This is…
Mo Yin's face paled slightly.
When she was in the northern region, she had seen this ancient sword hilt and knew it was related to the Sword Tomb.
At first, Luo Fu retrieved this sword hilt, nearly taking away Zhang Ruochin's formidable sword.
The hilt of the sword from Jianzhai is indeed extraordinary, but with her current strength, she is unable to truly unleash its power.
Seeing Luo Fei retreat without hesitation, Moro Daqin's last glimmer of hope shattered, plunging him into the abyss of despair.
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The moment Luo Feng stepped into the Jianqi Passage, the Jiuzhu Tianxing suddenly stirred. An unfathomable sword intent emerged, shrouding the entire Jiuzhu Tianxing.
The source of this sword intent is Zhang Ruochin's secret mansion where he secluded himself to cultivate.
Suddenly.
For a fleeting moment, on the celestial platform of Nine Turns Starry Sky, countless figures resembling Zhang Ruochen materialized. Each one was incredibly solid and lifelike, making it impossible to discern the real from the illusory.
Every Zhang Ruochin was dancing with a sword, practicing profound and unfathomable sword techniques.
"What happened"
All the Tianchu Civilization cultivators who were cultivating on Jiuxu Heavenly Star were alarmed.
A series of terrifying power fluctuations are occurring, making it seem as though Jiǔqū Tiānxīng has come under attack by a powerful enemy.
"Not good."
Luofei's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately withdrew from the sword qi channel at the fastest speed.
There was no other reason. The sword intent released by Zhang Ruochin faintly evolved into an independent world, encompassing the entire Jiuxingtian Star. It was a passage created from the hilt of the sword, which abruptly cut it off.
"Master has left, Luo Fei. You can't escape."
A hint of joy flashed in Mo Yin's eyes.
For a moment, countless rules of heaven and earth surged together frantically. Heavenly energy condensed into countless phantom swords, their tips all pointed towards the majestic ten-thousand zhang sword, like tens of thousands of swords paying homage to its master.
"Buzz."
The hilt of the sword clutched in Luo Fei's hand trembled violently, even threatening to fly out of his grasp.
"Kendo Grand Perfection." Luo Fu uttered each word with a measured pause.
Once a saint has cultivated a certain rule of the Holy Dao within the Saint King Realm to a millionfold, they can be called "Great Perfection."
Theoretically, cultivators in the Saint King realm can cultivate up to one million paths of each Saint Dao rule. However, true cultivators who can achieve this level are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Even ten thousand minor paths often only cultivate rules close to a million, unable to truly reach the state of great fulfillment.
Cultivating the Great Dao, the Supreme Saint Dao, and even the Ancient Dao to their ultimate perfection is an even more difficult feat than ascending to heaven.
Luo Fu never expected that Zhang Ruochen could cultivate the swordsmanship of the Seventy-Two Supreme Saint Dao to the point of millions of Saint Dao rules, triggering celestial phenomena.
Any kind of holy path, cultivated to the state of completion, will undergo unimaginable and wondrous changes, affecting many aspects.
Among the various holy paths Zhang Ruochin majored in, swordsmanship always took the lead. Before this closed-door training, it had almost reached a million ways.
After years of deep contemplation and practice, he reached a profound understanding of swordsmanship. His mastery transcended limitations, achieving the ultimate state of perfection that countless swordsmen yearn for.
"Whoosh."
All figures merge as one, manifesting the true form of an ethereal being.
Zhang Ruochin waved his hand, and the nine-colored holy sword, which was as tall as ten thousand zhang, directly entered his body.
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Although the appears solid and indistinguishable from a true holy sword, its essence is actually the sword saint image cultivated by Zhang Ruochen.
And then, all the strange sights enshrouding Jiǔqū Tiānxīng began to dissipate quickly.
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"Congratulations, Master. Your cultivation has greatly advanced, and your swordsmanship has reached its perfect state."
Mo Yin and Qing Tian Sheng Long immediately stepped forward to congratulate him.
Although both of them were already top-tier powerhouses comparable to the first level below a Great Saint, facing Zhang Ruochen, they still felt immense pressure, as if facing a powerful Great Saint.
After Zhang Ruochin attained the ultimate state of kendo, he underwent a profound transformation. This change wasn't superficial but stemmed from his very core.
Especially sword cultivators, would be the most aware of Zhang Ruochen's changes.
Zhang Ruochin gracefully descended into the dilapidated palace, his gaze fixed on the archaic hilt of the sword held by Luo Fu.
Although Luo Wei resisted with all his might, after Zhang Ruichen released a powerful sword intent, the hilt of the sword was still uncontrollable and flew out of his hand.
"Return the hilt to this princess. It belongs to me." Luo Fei glared with a pair of beautiful eyes, letting out a soft snort.
Zhang Ruochin reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, eyeing it as he said, "This blade originates from the King of Hell's Sword Tomb, and does not belong to you."
"Zhang Ruochin, you bully me! Why do you always steal my treasures The sundial is mine, and so is the sword hilt." Luo Fu's eyes were full of resentment, grinding her teeth non-stop, her plump breasts heaving violently.
Zhang Ruochin remained unmoved, saying calmly, "You're wrong, nothing belongs to you. Even your life is now in my hands."
Upon hearing this, Luo Fei's heart moved involuntarily. He truly felt a terrifying killing intent emanating from Zhang Ruochen's body.
Luo Fei was very clear that Zhang Ruochen had always been extremely cold and merciless towards cultivators from the Hell Realm, especially this time, when Mo Luo, the Great King, had offended Zhang Ruochen. It was hard to say that she wouldn't be implicated as well. eyes were slightly red, but a smile came out of his mouth.Zhang Ruochin saw that Murong Ye Feng's arms had turned into white bones, his sleeves covered in holy blood. He quickly took out a jar of Hol...