Back to the Blood Heaven Tribe, Zhang Ruochen used the Secret Seal and contacted Wujian Pavilion.

Thousands of years ago, although Wujian Pavilion was blood-stained by the Temple of Destiny, how could it be so easy to eliminate the roots after the Empress’s management for 100,000 years?

The secret seal was left in the ancient city of Tianlin, and Zhang Ruochen could not find them.

I can only wait for them to contact us.

In the next period of time, Zhang Ruochen spent the divine stone to purchase a large number of cultivation resources, turned on the sundial, and started practicing in the Xuejue family.

He has too much to be busy with.

The Demon Sound has not yet fully refined the five-colored merit divine monument.

The several supreme holy weapons seized need to be refined.

Sword technique, palm technique, boxing technique, and various high-level holy techniques also require practice and polishing.

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Zhang Ruochen naturally cared about the curse mentioned by the Earth Grandma. He read many classics and learned about the curse of killing the Tao.

Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye, it has been half a month.

Under the sundial, Magic Yin spent fifteen years to finally completely absorb and refine the colorful merit divine monument.

Blood-red lake.

The water surface was calm, as bright as blood jade.

Mo Yin poked out his hands, and ten white jade fingers turned into vines and flew out. The vines were colorful, and the leaves growing on them were as crystal clear as glass.

Suddenly, Mo Yin noticed something and glanced at the right direction.

"Crash!"

Her right arm waved.

Suddenly, the overwhelming colorful vines pressed down on a mountain hundreds of meters high.

On the vines, the electric light flows, turning into electric shuttles like light arrows.

On the empty mountain, a black robe appeared, with a ghostly spirit on his body and a very cold and turbulent power fluctuated.

Mo Yin already has the strength of a representative figure at the Yuanhui level. Now he has refined the five-colored merit divine monument and his cultivation level has reached a higher level. To catch her attack, few monks can do it under the divine realm.

However, the black robe figure standing on the top of the mountain was unscathed.

A formation with a diameter of dozens of feet rose at his feet, which immediately twisted the surrounding space, and knocked back all the lightning that the magic sound attacked.

"I will do the space means!"

Mo Yin's graceful and seductive figure soared into the air and slashed down with his arms at the same time.

The space was torn apart and turned into two pitch-black cracks, forcibly breaking the twisted space around the black-robed monk and pressing against his head.

The black-robed monk exclaimed in surprise, and quickly summoned a staff, raised it above his head, and powerful mental power burst out, shattering the two space cracks that the magic sound had slashed out.

Mo Yin stopped, did not continue to attack, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect that you, an old ghost, have really become a god of mental power!"

The black-robed monk is the master of night tour.

Master Yeyou held the staff with a proud demeanor, and said with a smug smile: "The mental power is still at the early stage of the seventieth level, it's nothing, it's nothing great. This achievement is not worth mentioning."

"It's indeed not worth mentioning. The mental power has just reached level 70, and the combat power is probably only at the level of an ordinary pseudo-god." Mo Yin said.

The laughter of the night tour master disappeared and his face became quite stiff.

If Mo Yin had not had the ability to compete with him, if she had not been Zhang Ruochen's parasitic plant and a dignified god, she would have been angry if she was so looked down upon.

A spiritual cultivator also needs to overcome the divine tribulation before he can break through the seventy level and become a spiritual god.

However, the spiritual power divine tribulation is much easier than the martial arts divine tribulation.

The difficulty of becoming a god in spiritual power does not lie in overcoming the divine tribulation, but in improving the mental power. Most great saints of spiritual power cannot cultivate their mental power to the sixty-nine levels when their life spans.

Psychological cultivation and martial arts cultivation are two different systems.

Although after becoming a god of mental power, a monk can also have the life span of a Yuanhui. However, the spiritual power strength of only level 70 and level 71 of the spiritual power gods are far from being the opponent of the true martial arts gods, and can only fight against the false gods.

It is difficult to overcome the divine tribulation in martial arts.

However, once you successfully overcome the tribulation, your cultivation and combat power can achieve a leap.

Each has its pros and cons.

Master Yeyou said in a deep voice: "Master wants to see Zhang Ruochen and lead the way!"

"What did you say just now? Who did you meet?"

"Zhang Ruochen."

Mo Yin smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, you should call the owner..."

"Why? This master is a god now. How noble the god is and has always been proud. Do you still have to recognize a holy cultivator as your teacher? There is no such funny thing in the world."

The sound of night travel is cold and powerful, and it is released from its body.

On the island in the center of Blood Lake, Zhang Ruochen's voice came: "Take the night walker to see me."

Master Yeyou smiled at Moyin, then turned into a divine light and flew directly to the island.

"Be careful!" Moyin reminded him.

Master Yeyou naturally would not take her reminder to heart. What else is worth being careful of except meeting the true god?

However, as soon as he approached the island, the night tour master changed his face.

The time flow rate around the island is terrifyingly fast.

In just a moment, he lost hundreds of years of life.

The night tour master quickly retreated back, but the space was extremely strange, with nine curves and nine circles. No matter how he retreated, the distance from the island had not changed at all.

His life span was lost in large quantities.

Master Yeyou also practices the way of space, and is a top master. As long as he is given some time, he is confident that he can break through the space here and leave.

However, by that time, I don’t know how much life span is lost in my body.

Master Yeyou was so smart that he realized that Zhang Ruochen was beating him, and quickly shouted: "Master, please take over the supernatural powers. I have important things to tell you."

"What important thing? Let's talk about it when you land on the island." Zhang Ruochen's voice came out on the island.

The space and time forces surrounding the island disappear.

The night tour master flew to the island and felt extremely depressed. In an instant, he lost three to four thousand years of life.

If I had known this, I wouldn't have been self-righteous and angered Zhang Ruochen.

The sundial is placed in the center of the island.

Zhang Ruochen stood aside, sometimes urging it, sometimes stopping, and carefully studying the patterns on the sundial.

Since the sundial has recovered once in the sea of ​​time of the cultivating Chen Tianshen, the power has increased day by day, as if it is constantly repairing itself. However, Zhang Ruochen still could not actively enter the ancient space inside the sundial.

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Master Yeyou walked up quickly, without any revenge on his face, and laughed: "Congratulations to Master! Congratulations to Master! Show his power in the battlefield of the ten realms, defeating all the masters of the heavenly court and hell, and swallowing all the power of the world. He can be said to be the best hero in ancient times."

Zhang Ruochen stroked the sundial with his fingers, and said without looking at him, "You are a spiritual god. How noble, you are proud and proud. It is not appropriate to call me a holy cultivator as your master!"

Master Yeyou's face turned solemn and said righteously: "Although Master is not a god, he has been named a god."

"oh?"

"After the battle of the Ten Realms, the name of Master Fengliu Sword God has spread throughout the starry sky."

Zhang Ruochen frowned: "Rongliu Sword God?"

Master Yeyou laughed and said, "Master, don't be humble! You deserve it."

"I'm talking about romantic..."

Master Yeyou said: "The word "romantic" is worthy of only Master. Master has countless confidants in heaven and hell, all of whom are unparalleled. I don't know how many monks in the world are envious and jealous."

"The master is so charming that he is so charming."

"Only by Master's myth can the world be beauties bowed down."

"Only by master's skillful methods can he steal the hearts of one beautiful girl after another."

"I admire you! The disciple is so impressed! Master is a role model that disciples must learn from throughout their lives!"

Speaking of this, Master Yeyou had already bowed and bowed.

"Red Sword God."

Zhang Ruochen read this sentence and sighed.

Back then, Emperor Ming named him the word "Ruochen", hoping that he could become a person like Xue Hongchen.

Now he has not disappointed Emperor Ming’s expectations.

When it comes to romanticism and swordsmanship, it is even better than Xue Hongchen.
To be continued...