Zhang Ruochen was so scared that he was nervous, and was full of fear of this trip to the Forest without Return.

It is difficult for even God to be able to scare a great saint to such an extent.

Zhang Ruochen only had hatred and no favoritism for Blood Tu.

In the battle of Jian Tomb, senior brother Bao Lie almost died at his hands. Even Zhang Ruochen himself almost died, which was a great revenge of life and death. If it weren't for the fact that the blood queen took the blood to become a disciple, Zhang Ruochen would never let him go easily.

However, Zhang Ruochen scared him about the previous words.

The Great Sage can be killed, but not humiliated.

If he really wants to force Blood Slaughter to that point, even if he dies, he will never surrender.

After Zhang Ruochen became the Great Sage, his mentality changed even more than before. He wanted to try the "Emperor's Way to Control People" that Shangguan Que once taught him.

"I actually want to escape."

Zhang Ruochen sensed that Xue Tu quietly jumped off the Ten-Winged Holy Ship, his mouth slightly raised, his body disappeared from the spot, appeared a hundred miles away, twisting out Xue Tu, who was invisible and fleeing.

The moment Xue Tu saw Zhang Ruochen, the body of the immortal great saint trembled and said in despair: "Senior brother, letting a genius great saint sell his holy blood and organs in Wugui Forest is a shame for the entire Blood Heaven Tribe. You have to think twice."

Zhang Ruochen ignored him, his face was cold and he was arrogant without anger, and said, "What did I say to you? You dare to escape. I really didn't take my words to heart. Magic sound sucked half of the holy blood in his body."

The roots of the sacred flower slid out from Zhang Ruochen's back and wrapped around Xue Tu's arms.

"I hope his Great Saint Holy Blood can help you break through the realm." Zhang Ruochen said.

Xue Tu wanted to resist, but Zhang Ruochen pressed his finger so hard that he could not move all over and was locked in the space.

When Zhang Ruochen was almost dead, the Holy Flower of Food was also severely injured and only recently woke up. He was nourished by Zhang Ruochen's demigod blood for decades, and finally, it returned to its peak state again.

Now, with the new blood source of Blood Slaughter, Zhang Ruochen no longer has to consume his demigod blood.

...

In a mysterious space with a bright blood, the God of War and the God of Blood Yao sat opposite each other.

The two gods are playing chess.

The chess pieces in the hand are not round black and white pieces, but small human-shaped puppets. Some human-shaped puppets emit the aura of a saint, while others emit the aura of a powerful saint.

Xue Jue Zhan Shen said: "Your move doesn't seem to be well played, so you'll be careful to destroy him."

The God of Blood Yao meditated and said, "Since Xue Tu has obtained the mark of the Blood Flame God of War, he has the resources to become a god. However, his state of mind is far from reaching the level of the God's Heart. Letting him follow Zhang Ruochen and refine his heart may not be a bad thing."

At the beginning, the God of Blood Yao sent Xue Tu to the merit battlefield of Kunlun Realm, which was actually because he had high hopes for him and used it to polish his state of mind.

"Bang."

A son is left behind.

The God of Blood Yao said: "It's your turn!"

"The true God's heart must be unyielding. But if it is broken, won't you feel heartbroken?" Xuejue War God followed him and said.

"It means that he has no resources to become a god. What's wrong with knowing the result earlier?"

Immediately afterwards, the God of Blood Yao said again: "The monks in the Hell Realm are becoming more and more arrogant and more self-righteous, which is not a good phenomenon."

"In the past ten thousand years, the number of new gods born in the Hell Realm has no advantage compared to all walks of life in the heavenly realm. Perhaps, it is the mood of the younger generation, without setbacks and tempering, and I don't know how many talented great saints can never break through to become gods."

"The environment in which they grew up was so smooth!"

"I think we should make suggestions for this great banquet to suppress the younger generation in the hell world a little, and rectify bad habits. We should have the desire to win. We should never have the desire to be arrogant and complacent and arrogant."

"It's time to grind them."

...

He absorbed half of the Great Saint's blood, ate the Holy Flower, successfully survived the fusion of Taoism, forged an immortal body, and broke through to become the Great Saint.

It turned into a body of Mo Yin, with a charming face, surrounded by holy auras, and its powerful holy power filled the vast space within a radius of thousands of miles.

"Thank you for giving blood to your master, helping me break through and become the Great Sage." The voice of the demon voice was soft and beautiful, and the phoenix eyes were flashing with blood.

Zhang Ruochen said, "If you want to thank me, you will thank Junior Brother Xuetu."

When he heard the word "junior brother", Xue Tu was about to cry.

Is there anyone who oppresses his junior brother so much?

"Senior brother, we did have hatred before, but now, after all, we are our own people, can't we turn swords into jade?" Xue Tu said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "You have been in the hell world since you were young, and you should understand better than me the principle of the weak. Only the weak will place hopes, and the strong will turn swords into jade and silk. If today, my cultivation is not as good as you and it will fall into your hands. How much can you leave for me in this body of holy blood?"

Hearing this, a light flashed in Xue Tu's eyes.

"Yes, I have the mark of the Blood Flame God of War. As long as I practice hard, I may not be able to surpass Zhang Ruochen. As long as I endure the day when I am stronger than him, he will not be able to do anything at my mercy?"

Xue Tu regained his strong confidence again, and looked at Zhang Ruochen's back as he left, showing a cruel and cold smile.

Now, I can only endure humiliation and bear the burden. When the sky hunting banquet is over, my cultivation will definitely make a big breakthrough.

"Mo Yin, show me the blood-butcher junior brother. If he dares to escape again, he will suck out the remaining half of his holy blood."

Zhang Ruochen returned to the Ten-Winged Holy Ship, took out the sundial and entered the state of cultivation.

The starry sky where the Hell Realm is located is very vast. To go to Wugui Forest, you need to go through multiple wormholes and spend less time on the road.

At present, what Zhang Ruochen most urgently wants to improve is the rules of the Holy Way.

Yan Wushen has practiced to the peak of the Immortal Realm, and he must not fall too far behind.

Started the Sundial and practiced for four years.

The rules of the holy Tao in Zhang Ruochen's body increased by 100 million, with a total of more than 500 million.

"It seems that it is not difficult to increase the rules of the holy path to 800 million. However, it seems not that easy to comprehend the holy will."

So far, Zhang Ruochen has not even touched the threshold of the holy will.

If you want to break through to the late stage of the Immortal Realm, you must meet the two conditions of the 800 million holy path rules and holy will. Once you cultivate the holy idea, Zhang Ruochen's combat power can make a big move.

"Since Yan Wushen has reached the peak of the immortal realm, the rules of the holy path have also cultivated at least one billion Taos. What's more important is how strong is the holy intention he has comprehended?"

In the same realm, Zhang Ruochen could not take any monk seriously, but Yan Wushen was an exception.

After spending a lot of money, there were still five left. Zhang Ruochen was about to take out the Seven Star Imperial Palace to study.

Outside, there was a noise.

"Here! Look, where is the six-colored divine mist nebula in Wugui Forest, it's so spectacular!"

"I saw three world trees. The one in the middle is the world tree of fate, right?"

...

Zhang Ruochen was curious about the Wugui Forest, the core of the Hell Realm. He put away the Seven Stars Palace and walked out.

A large number of holy monks from the Blood Heaven Tribe gathered on the deck of the holy ship.

Zhang Ruochen looked over from afar and saw a six-colored forest appearing in the endless starry sky.

The forest does not really exist, but is composed of star fog and dust. It is about as vast as tens of light-years. Its longitudinal length exceeds one trillion miles, and even the Great Sage cannot fly.

There are also a large number of life stars floating in the six-colored forest. From a distance, they look as small as marbles.

The most eye-catching one is the three world trees in the six-color forest.

They are not real trees, but are similar to the "Shura Star Column Realm". They have a rock structure and shape that looks like three broad-leaved ancient trees.

Every leaf of the three world trees is a world. Every world is a country, and countless monks live.

Some of these kingdoms have evolved into kingdoms of gods.

At the top of the three world trees, there are huge leaves, and three divine cities were built, called: Destiny Divine Realm, Fengdu, and Yan Luo Tianwai Tian.

The direction where the ten-winged holy ship flew was the top of the Destiny World Tree in the middle - the Destiny God Realm.

The holy ship flies on a special star path, and is influenced by divine power, and constantly jumps in space. Each jump can span billions of miles.

As he approached the World of Destiny, Zhang Ruochen felt increasingly tremendous pressure, and the rules between heaven and earth became more active. The ten golden wings hidden in his body seemed to be uncontrollable and were about to rush out from his back.

After the fleet arrived at the Divine Realm of Destiny, under the leadership of Qingsheng Dasheng, everyone moved into an independent city.

"The area we are now in is called Hanye City, which is the Temple of Destiny and the Yama clan. It was built 100,000 years ago in order to hold a heaven-hunting banquet. It is divided into hundreds of urban areas. The urban area where our Blood Heaven tribe settled is called Bingsi City."

"All monks who participate in the Heavenly Hunting Banquet in the Ten Clans of Hell will enter the Hanbi City."

"Everyone must remember that private fights are prohibited in the city. Here, there are gods in charge, and there are great sage law enforcement officers. Private fighters will be severely punished."

"If you have a personal grudge and want to resolve it, you can go to the Wudou City area."

"If you want to buy cultivation items, you can go to the city of Heshi City. There are holy shops opened by major forces on both sides of the Holy River. Large-scale auctions are held every day. As long as there are enough holy stones, you can buy everything you want."

"In addition, there are Lundao City District and Jianyu City District..."

"There is still some time before the Sky Hunting Banquet. Everyone has time to walk around, which should be to enhance their knowledge."

Qing Sheng Da Sheng talked a lot, but Zhang Ruochen's mood had already floated elsewhere.

"The legendary Temple of Destiny should be in the Divine Realm of Destiny. The power of destiny is really that terrible and determines everything in the world?" Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, and unconsciously, Huang Yanchen's figure appeared in his mind.

She turned around and turned into a face of Prajna.
To be continued...