Zhang Ruochen was standing on the top of Jianshan, and he was full of energy. He said, "Swordsman, when he is full of strength, when he breaks through the clouds and opens the moon, he should not sleep here and turn into rusty mud. Seniors, you may wish to follow Let me leave together? I must be in the new civilization of the sword world, to choose for you and inherit Kendo. "
"Oh!"
Wan Jian Qiming, the sound for a long time.
"it is good!"
Zhang Ruochen pressed his hands on the temple to evoke the imprint of space and time in the heart of the eyebrows, and put all the swords on the sword mountain and sword mountain into the world of Qiankun.
Qiankun Realm followed by a sword field shrouded by a powerful sword.
Most of these swords are spiritually lost, like iron scrap. However, there are still some, they are peerless swords, they will last forever, and they are the true weapon of magic.
Zhang Ruochen's words just now are by no means false words. He really wants to revive the sword world.
On the Tiantian battlefield, Zhang Ruochen promised to respect the South Sword Realm, guarding the South Sword Realm for thousands of years, and passed on the law to the South Sword Realm. At that time, he just regarded this as a transaction.
Later, as opposed to the Disha Ghost City, the Palace of Eternal Life, and the battle to hide his bones, he just wanted to fulfill his promise.
But when he came to the forest of Kendo tombs, he got ten tenths of Kendo upright, and he got the wash of Wanjian and the sword ancestor of the sword ancestor. He also saw the glory and ruin of the sword world once, and his heart touched deeply. , As if incarnate for a part of the sword world.
As such, reviving the sword world and promoting Kendo 's heart is no longer a deal or a promise, but it is something that you want to do from the heart.
Zhang Ruochen walked in the desolate grave forest, his footprints were deep, and he looked at the mottled tombstones and the scabbard inserted in front of the tombstones.
There is a tomb, but no one.
There is a sheath, but the sword does not return.
Can't help feeling, he groaned:
"Three thousand magic swords leave the sheath, and no one returns."
"The people who buried the sword have courage, and future generations will win the battle."
Zhang Ruochen and A Le embarked on the return journey.
For Zhang Ruochen, he was able to obtain Kendo Uprising and Sword Spirit, and condensed the soul of the heavenly sword in the Baiji Realm.
Next, there are two things to do.
First, check to see if Bai Qinger has brought monks from all major forces to the source temple.
For her, this is the last trial and test of herself before she becomes a god, and she will definitely come. Moreover, the bigger the trouble, the better and the more chaotic she can be.
This coincides with Zhang Ruochen's purpose.
Second, Zhang Ruochen must find a way to protect Jiannan as far as possible.
This is a change of mindset after going to Kendo Tomb Forest.
Previously, he just wanted to save more souls from Jiannan Realm, and he didn't have such a strong sense of responsibility now.
The more you get, the more responsibility you have.
There are only two ways to save Jiannan.
Either the Jiannan Realm is taken away, or the gods are led elsewhere.
The boundlessness of the Jiannan Realm is based on Zhang Ruochen's current practice, and it is still reluctant to carry a growing Qiankun Realm. Obviously, it will no longer be possible to bring it into full swing.
If you want to carry a big world like the Jiannan Realm, ordinary gods can't do it, at least it must be the **** who will survive the Yuan disaster.
However, considering that the source temple is also in Jiannan Realm, in this way, I am afraid that it is the deity's shot that he can bring Jiannan Realm into his own world.
If you want to keep Jiannan Realm, you can only find a way to lead the gods to other places.
However, with a sacred sacred place in other areas, let alone the gods, even if any **** can strike him easily, he can cause him to death.
While Zhang Ruochen was thinking hard about the countermeasures, the voice of the burial gold and white tiger sounded: "If the source temple is taken away, it is only a southern boundary of the sword. My burial gold **** world can be carried for a short time."
"Can you release your magic power and collect Jiannan Realm?" Zhang Ruochen said in amazement.
Funeral gold and white tiger said: "Of course you can't release too much divine power, but just release the divine world, and you must bear the divine world, so as to hide the perception of heaven. Otherwise, we will all die."
"Okay, that's it for now."
With the help of a burial gold and white tiger, Zhang Ruochen felt that the burden on his shoulders was lighter and more confident.
The original shrine has long been turned into ruins, with ruins everywhere.
Residual walls are as high as dozens of feet, there are huge unicorn stone carvings standing in the chaotic stone, and there are sword steles falling under the gully, so dilapidated but so magnificent.
There are also broken formations, and ancient patterns of killing gods, all over the place.
Even if the saints are trespassing in it, they may touch the formation and cause the killing.
But at this moment, Da Sikong and Er Sikong couldn't control so much. Their robes were torn and bloody, and they fled in the ruins.
Every time the array was touched, sword qi flew out of the array, splitting on them, making the second monk scream.
They did not dare to stop, the sound of water breaking in the rear was dense, and dozens of great saints were chasing.
"The two masters go first, and we block them."
True killing, greed, and delusion, the three monks released powerful death gas and realm, turned into three bright and bright light shuttles, and rushed to the pursuer behind.
The three of them are all practised in a lifetime.
With the power of three people, without using war soldiers, it turned out that dozens of great saints were defeated. If it were not for their compassion and no intention of killing, I am afraid that the Great Saint has fallen.
A loud yell came from the distance: "You are the white gods of death in the Temple of Death, not Buddha, and you are not awake yet."
In the voice, there is a strong spiritual power and a sense of death.
The real kill, the real greed, the true greedy spirit and the holy spirit are calmed down and stay where they are.
Nan Sheng and the four Great Saints of the Temple of Death, soared fast, their bodies cut through thick water, leaving five white water patterns.
Seeing the appearance of Nan Sheng, dozens of great saints around him looked at each other one by one, revealing a look of fear and fear, and quickly retreated.
They all knew that Da Sikong and Er Sikong had a lot of holy medicine in their origins, so they were very reconciled, and they still wandered in the distance, waiting for the chance of fish in troubled waters.
Nan Sheng stood on the shoulder of a broken stone sculpture more than ten feet tall, glanced at the escaped Da Sikong and Er Sikong, and smiled sarcastically: "Zhu District, two immortal saints, saw this saint, but actually wanted to escape . "
"Nan Sheng don't kill them. Since they call Zhang Ruochen an uncle, it may be of great use to catch them," said a great death shrine with a crocodile head.
Nan Sheng nodded, releasing his mental strength, condensing two gray chains.
The gray chain is formed by the rules of heaven and earth, like two spirit snakes, entangled to Da Sikong and Er Sikong.
"Hugh will hurt my two masters."
The true killing resolved Nan Sheng's spiritual power, the eyes of the Buddha appeared, his hands were crossed, and a giant sword ten feet long condensed on his head.
Splitting his hands, the Great Sword followed.
"Boom."
The two mental power chains were cut off in response.
"Good job, really kill." Da Sikong turned back and couldn't help but praise.
Nan Sheng was a little dazed at first, then turned angry, and faintly, he heard the laughter of Da Sheng in the distance.
I don't know if he was laughing at him or at the Temple of Death.
The death of the temple of death in white life kills the gods in white, but it becomes a Buddha cultivation, which in turn is the enemy of the temple of death. What could be more funny than that?
True greed and true delusion also resolved the suppression of Nan Sheng's spiritual power, each forming a seal of Buddha, but the sword of killing condensed above his head, attacked Nan Sheng.
"Catch the two monks, and I will suppress their three shameful things."
Nan Sheng's face was gloomy. He took out a blue rune fan and moved forward, and the dense rune flew out, turning into hundreds of thousands of thunder and lightning, hitting them on the body of real kill, delusion, and greed. Take off as many as possible.
The four saints in the Temple of Death passed by from the side and chased Da Sikong and Er Sikong.
"Nan Sheng is terrible. It is also the cultivation of a life of ten thousand dead, but it can be one enemy and three."
"This is one enemy and three? With a wave of his hand, he will be able to defeat the strongest of the three thousand dead and one life. The horror of the combat power is enough to compare to the Supreme Holy One."
"The disciples of the Seventh Generation, the legendary characters of the dead, do you think they are ubiquitous? Let's go, there is Nan Sheng, we don't want to find out."
The four great saints of the Temple of Death, the weakest one, are all in the Baiyun Realm.
However, this is the source temple. They are worried about touching the formation and killing the gods. Therefore, after chasing for a long time, they did not capture Da Sikong and Er Sikong.
They launched long-range attacks and mental attacks, and also hit the second monk.
Strangely, Da Sikong and Er Sikong were as if they had King Kong's indestructible body. Each time they were hit, they spit out two blood, immediately got up and continued to escape.
"The golden body of the Buddha is so powerful?" Said the dead holy man with a crocodile head, in astonishment.
The attack he just made from the air just now can clearly kill the Great Saint of the Immortal Peak, but after the white fat monk was hit in the front, he just rolled around on the ground like a ball and immediately scolded him and climbed up again. And continue to run forward.
"Perhaps they are more than the cultivation of immortality." A dead grand saint, so guessed.
"Don't worry about it so much, suppress it. They will enter the Temple of Origin before us, and they must have picked a lot of holy medicine."
The crocodile head sacred sage is extremely fast. Immediately, after chasing Da Sikong, a ray of death emerges from the hammer-shaped weapon in his hand. He suddenly lifts it up and smashes to the top of Da Sikong.
The power of this hammer has reached the point where it is not weaker than the full consummation of Bai Di Jing Da Sheng. UU Kanshu www. uukanshu.com He doesn't believe that this white fat monk can still carry it.
"Uncle, you're here, save me." Da Sikong looked at the front with great joy.
The crocodile head sneered in the eyes of the dead grand saint, unmoved at all.
This trick, this white fat monk, has been used twice before, even want to use a third time?
Seeing that the Warhammer was about to fall on the boss's shorts, a sound of a sword came.
"Wow--"
The ancient sword of Shen Yuan turned into a black sword light, which was cut on the body of the dead sage of the crocodile head, and the warhammer and body in his hands were broken into two pieces and flew to the rear.
The blood of the dead saints has dyed this area of water crimson.
There is also a chapter for early updates.
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