When he arrived at a safe area, Zhang Ruochen placed the seventh-class marquis and Qing Mo on the ground.

Immediately, the twelve Buddhist beads mobilized to inject into the wrist. The twelve Buddhist beads flew up and floated in twelve directions, covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet in a radius.

The seventh-class marquis had fainted and fell on the thick fallen leaves like a dead pig.

Zhang Ruochen's face was calm, and he stretched out a finger and pressed his eyebrows. A powerful mental power rushed out from his fingertips, entered the sea of ​​consciousness of the seventh-class marquis, and explored his memory.

The surface of the seventh-class marquis' sea of ​​consciousness was covered with a dark purple halo, which blocked Zhang Ruochen's mental power.

"In order to avoid theft of important information, the great figure of the Rakshasa clan actually sealed his sea of ​​consciousness."

Then, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the Jingmiao Divine Fire from the sea of ​​qi and condensed into a sting of flames. He followed his mental power to rush into the eyebrows of the seventh-class marquis, carefully refining the dark purple halo on the surface of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Bo."

The Purification Divine Fire burned the dark purple halo to penetrate. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Ruochen's mental power successfully broke in and searched for valuable information in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen withdrew his finger and began to think.

"It turns out that a powerful person like Fengxinghou is only a subordinate of the Lingquan Shaojun. That Lingquan Shaojun is the real powerful character."

"But why did Young Master Lingquan order to capture the talented woman in the Holy Book? To him, what is the value of the talented woman in the Holy Book?"

In the memory of the seventh-class marquis, Zhang Ruochen discovered many of the most important things, including information about some top figures of the Rakshasa clan.

Princess Rakshasa, Young Master Lingquan, Fairy Marquis, Holy Arrow Hou...

Among them, Lingquan Shaojun is another very terrifying existence, commanding the ten first-class marquises, and has an extraordinary status in the Rakshasa clan.

What puzzled Zhang Ruochen even more was that he seemed to be the target of Young Master Ling Quan.

"A descendant of a Rakshasa monarch came to the ancestral spirit world at the doomsday battlefield stage. He was not looking for the Phoenix Nest, but looking for me and the talented girl in the Holy Book. Why is that?"

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and pondered, feeling that he had to figure out the reasons, but at a certain place his thoughts suddenly stopped and conflicts arose.

Finally, Zhang Ruochen shook his head, stretched out his finger again, and pressed the eyebrows of the seventh-class marquis.

This time, deeper in the sea of ​​consciousness of the seventh-class marquis, Zhang Ruochen discovered another layer of purple halo, which was stronger than the one outside.

"Is there a bigger secret to locking?"

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the Jingmiao Divine Fire and cracked it again.

The Jingmiao Divine Fire had just burned through the purple halo, and the seventh-class marquis' body trembled violently. Then, a roar came from the sea of ​​energy, and a devastating force erupted from the inside out.

"Space collapsed."?

Zhang Ruochen's face changed slightly, and he suddenly stepped back, pressed his hands forward, shattering the space within ten feet of the seventh-class marquis.

The body of the seventh-class marquis had just exploded. Before the destructive power in his body was released, it was swallowed by the broken space and disappeared into the void space.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out an arm to block the surging energy, and his face was solemn: "I can't even find out. What secret does the Rakshasa clan hide? Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise I would definitely suffer a great loss."

When the space returned to stability, Zhang Ruochen took out the wall of merit book and placed it under the twelve Buddhist beads.

Seeing the merit book wall, Qing Mo's eyes were wide open, and he immediately rushed over, touched the wall, and said, "The merit book wall is actually a merit book wall... Zhang Ruochen, you actually seized the merit book wall from the holy mountain. It's great, now the Kunlun Realm is saved!"?

"What does it have to do with the Kunlun Realm?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Suddenly, Qingmo calmed down and remained silent.

Zhang Ruochen took out the Rakshasa blood and residual soul that he had just collected and placed it next to the wall of the merit book. Then, the merit value of Guanghan Realm increased by another 370,000 points.

Three hundred and seventy thousand points are already a very huge number, and many saints cannot collect so many merit values ​​in their entire lives.

However, the gap between Guanghan Realm and the Great Demon Realm of Ten Directions is too great. With Zhang Ruochen's power alone, he can't go beyond the past by attacking and killing the Marquis of Rakshasa.

The merit value of 370,000 is a bit insignificant.

“Now there are only two ways.”

"First, secretly contact the saints of Guanghan Realm, collect them into the residual souls and blood of Rakshasa, and exchange them for the successful virtue value, which should increase the merit value of Guanghan Realm by a huge margin."?

"Second, grab it."

Grab is the fastest way to collect merit values.

When Qing Mo, who was standing beside him, was so scared that he trembled all over when he heard the word "grab".

To prevent Zhang Ruochen was like to prevent robbers, she rushed to the side of the wall of the merit book, took out the blood and residual soul of the Rakshasa, and exchanged it for the merit value.

After watching the merit value of Kunlun Realm increase, Qing Mo patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen didn't even look down on her merit value.

Zhang Ruochen took out a message light talisman, engraved a paragraph of text, and then injected a holy aura into Su Qingling, and knocked out the message light talisman.

"Wow—"

The message light talisman circled the dense forest and then fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen walked over, picked up the transmission light talisman, and said, "In the chaotic space, even the transmission light talisman cannot fly out, which is a bit troublesome!"

If you cannot connect with the saints in Guanghan Realm, how can you obtain the Rakshasa blood and residual soul on them?

Qing Mo walked behind Zhang Ruochen with a stuttering hand and said carefully: "You just said that Sister Nalan is in danger? Your strength is so strong, why don't you help her?

"No one can hurt her by Ruyun, the master of Kunlun Realm. Besides, even if I want to help, I don't know where she is?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Zhang Ruochen knew that he owed her a lot to the talented woman in Holy Book.

Unfortunately, the two of them are absolutely opposite, so it is better to try to contact as little as possible. Too much contact is not a good thing for her.

Qing Mo's fingers gently pulled the ends of her hair, lowered her head and said, "I can sense her direction."

"How can you sense her position?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a strange look, quite puzzled.

Qing Mo said seriously: "This is a secret, and I can't tell it yet."

Although the talented woman in the Holy Book is very smart, Lingquan Shaojun is an extremely powerful figure and can be regarded as an invincible existence in the holy realm.

How could Zhang Ruochen not be worried at all?

"Okay, I just want to go and meet the Lingquan Shaojun for a while. I want to see what an amazing person he is?"

"Really? That's great!"

Qing Mo was like a girl in her teens, petite and gentle, walking in front of him to lead the way. Zhang Ruochen seemed to be in a beautiful way, with his hands on his back, following her without hesitation, and gradually disappeared into the dense forest.

...

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Walk out of the dense forest of ancient maple trees and you can see the thirty-three holy mountains in the deepest.

Between the holy mountains and the dense forests, there is a vast swamp area. In the swamp, red plants grow, with crystal clear leaves and rhizomes and burning flames.

There was also a stream of cold air rising from the swamp and condensed into white fog turtles, fog dragons, fog phoenixes... The scene was quite strange, but full of dangers.

Because, in the swamp, you can often see the saints and the Marquis of Rakshasa who are frozen into ice sculptures.

From this we can see how terrible the cold here is.

In the depths of the swamp, cold and flames intertwined.

Dozens of saints from Kunlun Realm walked above the swamp and moved forward slowly. There were words flying under their feet, above their heads, and beside them, resisting the attacks of cold and flames.

Chu Siyuan and Uncle Yue walked in the front, mobilized their mental power, and supported a bamboo slip holy book.

The words surrounding them flew out of the bamboo slips and holy book.

In addition, the other eight of the Nine Heavens Xuannv, as well as more than ten Confucian, Taoist, and Saints of Confucianism and more than ten War Department kings followed closely behind them.

After a series of battles, Canglan's Martial Saint's face was full of fatigue and said, "Danqing, their target seems to be you. Do you know what the reason is?"

In recent times, they have been attacked fourteen times, each time more fiercely.

At the beginning, their team was composed of more than 200 saints, but now there are only more than 40 left, with more than half dead.

Because of the huge amount of mental power consumption, the talented woman in the Holy Book looked pale and said, "Maybe it is related to the Confucian ancestor's holy book. According to the speculations of Confucian and Taoist sages of all generations, the spiritual attainments of the four Confucian ancestors are likely to exceed the seventy level and have the ability not weaker than the gods. In some aspects, they even surpass the gods."

"The Rakshasa tribe is also the leader in the way of spiritual power in the entire universe, and is definitely very interested in the Confucian ancestor's holy book. Apart from that, I can't think of any other possibilities."

Suddenly, the space above the swamp shook violently.

Then a fireball with a diameter of ten meters rushed over and hit the text.

"Boom."

Thousands of words were bombarded and flew out. One of the True Saints of the Ministry of War was hit by a fireball and flew out directly, turning into a ball of blood mud, and died on the spot.

"No, the strong man from the Rakshasa clan has chased him again."

The Martial Saint Canglan and dozens of the Domain Kings of the Ministry of War rushed forward, blocking the spiritual cultivators like Chu Siyuan and Yue Shuzi, and took out the holy weapons and were ready to face the battle.

"Ha ha."

Laughing came out.

Young Master Ling Quan was wearing black thunder and lightning armor, and his burly body was revealed in the swamp, like a demon god, walking forward with great strides.

The cold air that can freeze the saint to death and the flame that can burn the saint to death will automatically dissipate within ten feet of the young master of Lingquan, and will not hurt him at all.

"You can escape from the eyes and ears of the Rakshasa clan by escaping into the polar swamp? You are too naive."
Chapter completed!