On the ground, blood-red patterns appeared, very much like thousands of blood streams, covering a radius of hundreds of miles, reflecting the sky into blood-red **********, the Qitian tribe, and the Fengtian tribe all emerged from the Blood Stream. Together, the three tribes actually had nearly twenty blood Saints.

Among them, the leaders of the three major tribes are all first-class strong men, and their strength is no less than Zhu Qingyi.

Faced with such a powerful lineup, Canglan's Martial Saint's face changed slightly. He did not choose to fight head-on, but retreated immediately and rushed into Xianji Mountain with the Twelve Saints of Baiyu.

"I have long wanted to accept a Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl as my concubine. Canglan Martial Saint is a good choice, haha."

The leader of the Demon Heaven Tribe, named Misty Blood Saint, was three feet tall and as thick as a millstone. He laughed loudly, grabbed a silver-shining battle sword, chased after it, and slashed at the Canglan Martial Saint and the Twelve Saints of Baiyu in front of him with one sword to prevent them from leaving.

The sword energy is like a river, thousands of meters long and sweeping downwards. Every aftermath of the sword energy falls, it will leave a large pit with a diameter of ten feet on the ground.

The Martial Saint Canglan snorted coldly, twisted his charming body backwards, and then the holy sword on his back flew out of the sheath and turned into a white rainbow, colliding with the battle sword that the Destroyed Blood Saint made.

"Boom."

The white mist was shaking violently, and countless sword energy was surging, making a sound of silence.

The Blood Saint of Destroyed Wind did not block the sword technique that Canglan Martial Saint played. The sword energy fell on him like raindrops and collided with the armor.

"I am worthy of being the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman, and I am indeed very strong."

The Blood Saint of Destroyed Wind flew backwards, and the armor on his body was punched out, and the blood and energy in his body were churning. If it weren't for his strong enough defense, he would have been injured just now.

You must know that the Wind-Destroying Blood Saint is a "Tiantian Blood General".

In the Immortal Blood Clan, only the most powerful group of people among the Tongtian Realm Saints are qualified to be the title of "Tongtian Blood General", known as the most powerful creature under the True Saint.

There are only three or five blood generals in each tribe, each of which is a famous figure. He can even compete with the True Saint with a trump card.

"Her strength is really not to be underestimated by defeating the Destroyed Blood Saint with one sword."

Zhu Qingyi's eyes became even colder, and turned into black evil fog, chasing into Xianji Mountain. There was a huge murderous aura on her body, and it was impossible for Canglan Martial Saint and Baiyu Twelve Saints to leave.

At the same time, the other three leaders and the blood saints of the four major tribes turned into dozens of streaming lights, and sounded sounds and chased them from different directions.

A moment later, deafening fighting sounds erupted in Xianji Mountain, which shocked all the birds and beasts to escape. Some escaped from the mountain, and some escaped to the depths of Xianji Mountain.

Zhang Ruochen, Huang Yanchen, and Qingmo walked out of the white mist and looked at the direction where the sound of the battle came.

Their eyes were all a little calm. It is definitely not a good thing that the court and the Immortal Vampire had a large number of powerful people in the Holy Realm appear in Xianji Mountain.

"They are the same as our purpose, and they are actually here to find Gu Songzi." Huang Yanchen's beautiful eyes showed a look of worry.

The alchemy saint who was mentioned by the drunkard was named Gu Songzi.

Qing Mo said: "How did I hear them say that Gu Songzi got the recipe for the Saint-Crafting Pill. The Saint-Crafting Pill is the legendary Saint-Crafting Pill, just like a Saint Source. As long as the semi-saint takes the Saint-Crafting Pill, he will have a great chance to practice and become a saint."

Zhang Ruochen naturally understood the value of the Sacred Pill. It is said that in the Middle Ages, there was a sect of Alchemy that could refine this kind of elixir and create a glorious era. Just one sect gave birth to thousands of saints.

However, prosperity will lead to decline.

Because the value of the Saint Transformation Pill is too great, countless people are jealous. The Dandao Sect encountered a sudden disaster and was destroyed by a mysterious force.

As the alchemy sect was destroyed, the pill recipe for the Saint Pill disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I don't know where they got the news. However, as the pill formula of the Saint Pill was born again, all forces will definitely be moved by the news. I must find Senior Gu Songzi before them."

Qing Mo was a little worried and said, "But a large number of Holy Realm powerhouses from the Immortal Blood Clan have entered Xianji Mountain. If we meet them, wouldn't we be dead?"

"Immortal Vampire wants to kill me, why don't I want to kill them? Calculate the time, the blood-suppressing talismans that the Shi family has refined for me should have been refined."

A murderous intent emerged in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

Before entering the Yin-Yang Sea, Zhang Ruochen sent 10 million drops of divine blood to the Shi family and asked them to help refine the blood-suppressing talisman.

If all this batch of blood-suppressing talismans were refined, Zhang Ruochen could fight with the Immortal Blood Clan and kill the gods and Buddhas. Even a strong man of Zhu Qingyi could suppress her.

"Yanchen, go to the Tomb of the Hades and get me the batch of blood-suppressing talismans." Zhang Ruochen said.

Huang Yanchen also knew the current situation, thought for a moment, and said, "I will go to the Pluto Sword Tomb alone, and Qing Mo will stay to protect you. With your current physical condition, when you encounter danger, don't hold on."

"Don't worry, I'm not an irrational person." Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly.

Huang Yanchen turned around and was about to leave.

"Smoke."

Zhang Ruochen called her, then walked over, stretched out a palm and touched her snow-white cheeks, kissed her gently, and her lips met.

Huang Yanchen's face showed a blush, and he was a little nervous, his breathing paused, and his long eyelashes trembled. The two of them were staring at each other, with deep affection.

After a moment, the lips parted.

"Be careful, now the Kunlun Realm is full of war and it is not safe anywhere." Zhang Ruochen reminded him.

After Huang Yanchen left, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo also entered Xianji Mountain.

Xianji Mountain is not just a mountain, but a mountain lined with undulating mountains and occupies a very vast territory. Even the creatures in the holy realm are difficult to reach the depths of Xianji Mountain.

The sound of fighting in the mountains scattered in several directions. It is obvious that the battle between the Blood Saints of the four major tribes of the Immortal Blood Clan and the Twelve Saints of the White Feathers led by Canglan Martial Saints have been divided into several battlefields.

Perhaps, one side is breaking through.

Zhang Ruochen did not want to get involved in their battle. He was wearing a white dress, like a weak scholar, but he just rushed forward without hesitation.

Qing Mo followed Zhang Ruochen without a trace of the aura of a powerful man in the holy realm, and it was no different from a little maid.

Hearing the sound of the battle, Qing Mo seemed quite anxious, his eyes kept turning, his lips moved again and again, and finally he couldn't help saying: "Young Master, Canglan Martial Saint and Baiyu Twelve Saints are definitely not opponents of the Immortal Vampire Clan. Wouldn't we help them?"

"I have no friendship with them, why do you have to take such a big risk to help them?" Zhang Ruochen didn't look back and just asked back.

Although Canglan Martial Saint and Baiyu Twelve Saints are both guards around Chi Yao, Zhang Ruochen did not add his hatred to Chi Yao on them.

Just like he had no hatred for the talented woman in the Holy Book, one of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girls, but instead regarded her as a confidante.

He didn't want to take action because he was seriously injured now, and it was difficult for the clay Buddha to cross the river to protect himself, and he could not meddle in other people's business and cause unnecessary trouble.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Now, finding the ancient pine nuts as soon as possible and restoring the three meridians is the most important thing."

Qing Mo wanted to convince Zhang Ruochen and continued: "But if the female saint of the human race falls into the hands of the Immortal Vampire, he will definitely be humiliated. Especially if the Canglan Martial Saint, one of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girls, is also captured, it will definitely affect the morale of the entire human race army. If the Immortal Vampire is captured, and the Immortal Vampire captures Hongchuan Mansion, how many humans will die, and how many humans will become blood food raised by the Immortal Vampire?"

"Young Master, you have always been a person who cares about the people of the world. You are not as cold as you appear. Do you have the heart to watch the immortal blood clan bully humans?"

Zhang Ruochen stopped, turned around, and stared at Qing Mo's eyes.

Qingmo quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhang Ruochen.

"Who taught you this? Smoke and dust?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't quite believe that with the wisdom of the little girl Qingmo, she could make such remarks. Not only did she analyze it well, but she also gave him a high hat of "caring for the people of the world".

Qingmo was silent.

"Boom."

In front, the powerful holy Taoist energy swept across the mountains, and a black sickle flew over Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo's heads. Then, a woman's scream came from.

Drops of holy blood fell from the sky.

With a bang, a female saint in white armor fell into the forest not far from Zhang Ruochen and Qingmo. The forest was collapsing downwards and turning into a piece of wasteland.

The female saint was extremely injured. She covered her lower abdomen with her hands. There was a long bloody mouth. I don’t know what kind of sharp weapon was injured?

The black evil spirit kept pouring out of the wound, covering her delicate body, her face turned pale and her expression was very painful.

"Wow—"

Another female saint wearing white armor slapped a pair of wings, held a holy sword in hand, flew down from the air, and quickly helped the female saint up and said, "Yuan Si, I'll take you away."

"I still want to leave?"

A cold laugh sounded.

Then, a blood saint with flesh on his face, holding a sickle stained with holy blood, suffocated a pair of blood wings, rushed out of the white mist, blocking the way for the two female saints.

Another bald blood saint also rushed out, his eyes full of possessiveness, and he smiled a little: "It is said that you are known as the 72 palace maids, living in Ziwei Palace, are the female officials closest to the queen. They are usually arrogant. Even the princes in the court, the domain kings should give in to you when they see you. If you catch one and train them to become a female slave, I wonder what those human monks who regard you as fairies will feel? "

Immediately afterwards, three more blood saints rushed over.

A total of five blood saints surrounded the two female saints, all of which made laughter, as if they had already declared their end.
Chapter completed!