"Are you really going back to the Blood God Cult?"
The sound of yellow smoke and dust arose behind Zhang Ruochin.
"Hmm," Zhang Ruichen said.
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"I know."
Zhang Ruchen smiled and said, "However, I have no choice but to stay. If the Blood God Sect falls under the control of the Undead Blood Race, then the entire Tiantai Prefecture will be in chaos, and even the entire Zhongyu region will experience significant upheaval."
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Huang Yanchen lightly pursed her lips and said, "Since you've made your decision, I will do everything in my power to help you."
"Have you contacted Qing Mo?" Zhang Ruochin asked.
Huang Yanchen nodded slightly and said, “I received a transmission charm from Qingmo. They have returned to the Kunlun Realm and are heading towards the Blood God Sect.”
Zhang Ruochen gently patted Huang Yanchen's fragrant shoulder and smiled, "This period of time, you just stay in the scroll world to cultivate your mind, striving to successfully overcome the third quasi-saint tribulation.""I will definitely cultivate to the Saint Realm as soon as possible, help you kill the undercover agents of the Undead Blood Clan, and absolutely not let them disrupt Zhongyu." Huang Yanchen said.
After Huang Yanchen had gone into seclusion, Zhang Ruochin came to the location of the Heavenly Divine Tree and sat down. He took out the Time-Space Secret Codex and flipped to the page recording the third level of the Temporal Sword Technique: "Twelve Hours Sword Technique."
On a silver sheet of paper, twelve small figures are engraved, arranged in a circle.
A day has twelve hours, namely Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. Each hour corresponds to a sword technique.
When the Time Sword Technique reaches the third realm, it becomes even more extraordinary. One needs immense mental fortitude, exceptional comprehension, and unyielding determination to comprehend the subtle essence of this sword technique.
Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! Zhang Ruochen separated a strand of spiritual energy and acted upon the pattern.
"Wow!"
Twelve tiny figures, all as if coming to life, stood up from the paper and danced with their swords, lively and spirited.
When Zhang Ruochin fought against the holy soul clone of the Blood God Cult's leader, he comprehended some truths within the twelve hours sword technique.
Thus, upon revisiting the Sword Manual, I quickly became engrossed in it.
"This is a sword."
Zhang Ruochin closed his eyes, as if intoxicated, and performed the first sword of the Twelve Hours Sword Technique.
Gradually, the time rules within a radius of dozens of miles around Zhang Ruochin became chaotic. The sky darkened, and a biting cold wind swept through, as if it were midnight.
"Ugly sword."
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ? The sword turned, and the sword path became wide open.
Where the sword qi slashed, the flow of time became erratic, speeding up and slowing down unpredictably.
As you gaze from afar, the area beneath the celestial tree is shrouded in swirling clouds of color. The sky darkens and brightens with flashes of light as thousands upon thousands of sword beams interweave. Even beings at the peak of sanctity would hesitate to approach this tumultuous scene.
Zhang Ruochen had practiced the Twelve Meridian Sword Technique, performing it three times in a row. He felt as if he had been practicing swords for three days, his internal holy energy depleted for half a day, and beads of sweat were constantly dripping from his body.
"It's too draining on my spiritual energy, each sword strike feels like unleashing several holy techniques," Zhang Ruochin thought inwardly.
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