The most powerful men of the Qinglong Dynasty either went to fight in the outer city, or went to the top of the holy mountain to guard the altar. On the contrary, the defense of this magnificent palace became quite weak.
With the cultivation level of Zhang Ruochen and others, they did not alert the native monks in the palace and broke in without anyone noticing.
As a palace, there are naturally many precious treasures. For ordinary warriors, taking out any one of them is priceless, enough to provide food and clothing for a lifetime.
Those treasures, even those at the semi-saint level, looked down upon at all.
Sun Dadi and Da Sikong rushed towards the inner palace and had long since disappeared. It seemed that they really wanted to catch some princesses and princesses.
"Amitabha! Uncle, I'm going to intercept the senior brother and bring him back. I can't just watch him make mistakes." Er Sikong clasped his hands together, with a solemn appearance and a worried look in his eyes.
"Go!" Zhang Ruochen said.
After Er Sikong left, Zhang Ruochen captured a military commander who had cultivated four dragon shadows and asked about the location of the Qinglong Dynasty's treasury. Then, he and Murong Yue hurried over.
The holy figures of the Qinglong Dynasty will definitely take all the treasures with them when they leave the Qinglong Ruins.
However, in recent times, a large number of heavenly materials and earthly treasures have been produced in the Qinglong Ruins Realm, and they must still be stored in the treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty, and it is impossible for them to have been sent out of the Qinglong Ruins Realm.
The treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty was built in the holy mountain, separated from the royal palace by only a wall.
In the outer area of the treasury, there are very powerful defensive formations arranged one layer after another. Even people in the holy realm can't even think of breaking through the formations.
Murong Yue followed Zhang Ruochen, stared at the stone gate of the treasury in the distance, and asked: "Sect Master, let me first try to see how strong the outer defensive formation is?"
Zhang Ruochen grabbed Murong Yue's wrist and dragged her back, saying: "There's no need to attack forcefully, I have a way."
With a sway, Zhang Ruochen's body shape and appearance underwent earth-shaking changes, transforming into a middle-aged man with sallow skin, broad shoulders and a broad body, exuding a majestic aura.
His appearance became exactly the same as Qingkong Martial Saint, and even his temperament and eyes were almost the same.
Zhang Ruochen stretched out his arms, and wisps of holy energy surged out of his body, condensing into eight huge dragon shadows, exuding majestic dragon energy.
Then, he strode towards the stone gate of the treasury.
The sergeants guarding the treasury all knelt on the ground and saluted, saying: "Greetings to Lord Qingkong Martial Saint."
"Don't open the formation immediately."
A deep voice came out of Zhang Ruochen's mouth.
"But... Your Excellency, if you didn't go to the outer city to fight against the evil spirits outside the territory, how could you come to the treasury?" A Six Dragon Martial King expressed doubts and asked cautiously.
Zhang Ruochen looked extraordinary, and a powerful aura surged out of his body, frightening them, and said: "Do I need to explain to you what I do?"
The Eight Dragon Martial Saints are the guardians of the Qinglong Dynasty and the most exalted beings. In this extraordinary period, they have the highest decision-making power. Therefore, no one dares to disobey their will.
The sergeants guarding the treasury did not dare to offend Martial Saint Qingkong and immediately opened the defensive formation.
Zhang Ruochen entered the formation, stopped, looked around, and then quietly released the space domain.
"Buzz."
The space shook violently, causing the sergeants to bleed from their orifices and all of them fell to the ground.
Zhang Ruochen controlled his power extremely well, only stunning them but not taking away their lives.
The Six Dragon Martial King did not faint. With his profound cultivation, he withstood the attack of space power and still maintained his standing posture.
"who are you……"
He pointed at Zhang Ruochen, showing a frightened look, and stepped back repeatedly, trying to escape.
"Uh-huh."
Zhang Ruochen rushed over as fast as he could and hit him on the head with a palm. The powerful palm force surged out along with streaks of lightning and penetrated into the body of the Six Dragon Martial King.
The Six Dragons Martial King's eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
"I wonder how many heavenly materials and earthly treasures are stored in the Qinglong Dynasty's treasury?"
Zhang Ruochen showed a smile, took out the ancient Shen Yuan sword, swung it out, broke open the stone door, and successfully broke into the interior of the treasury.
The treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty extends from the ground to a hundred feet deep underground. The internal space is quite vast. It is conceivable that countless treasures must have been placed here.
But now, the treasury is empty, there is nothing, it has been emptied out long ago.
Zhang Ruochen showed a wry smile and said to himself: "It seems that it is still a step too late..."
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt alert and sensed danger, so he used spatial movement as fast as possible, crossing a distance of tens of feet and reaching the edge of the treasury, with his back pressed against the cold iron wall.
"boom!"
Right where he stood just now, there was an earth-shattering explosion, and eight dragon shadows could be seen faintly appearing, and then quickly disappeared.
The interior of the treasury is a completely sealed space.
At this moment, in the treasury, there was an overwhelming force rolling violently, much like layers of waves, hitting the four iron walls with a buzzing sound, and it could not calm down for a long time.
"There is actually an Eight Dragon Martial Saint hiding in the treasury, which is a bit interesting."
Zhang Ruochen was both a little surprised and a little happy.
Since there is an Eight Dragons Martial Saint sitting in charge, it means that there are still important treasures in the treasury and have not been emptied out.
When the power fluctuations in the treasury stabilized, a tall and thin figure finally appeared.
This man's name is Wang Shidao, a martial saint from the royal family of the Qinglong Dynasty. He looks very old, with a head full of silver threads and a bronze hair crown on his head. However, he does not look senile at all, but is full of energy.
Wang Shidao put one hand behind his back, locked his eyes on Zhang Ruochen, and said coldly: "You are not Qingkong Martial Saint at all, who are you?"
"As expected of a martial saint, he still has some eyesight." Zhang Ruochen smiled.
Wang Shidao snorted coldly: "The eight dragon shadows on your body are not the original dragon energy of the Qinglongxu world, but the power aura of the Kunlun world. With my cultivation level, it is not difficult to see through you.
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Zhang Ruochen's body shook a little, and his whole body made a crackling sound, and soon returned to its original appearance.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on Wang Shidao's back, revealing a strange expression.
I saw Wang Shidao carrying a golden bag on his back.
The material of the bag is quite special, it looks like it is made of golden satin, and it also looks like golden liquid water is covering the satin, and it is flowing slowly.
"There are actually subtle spatial fluctuations."
Zhang Ruochen can be sure that the golden bag must be a space treasure.
Not only did a space teleportation array appear in the Qinglong Dynasty, but also a space treasure appeared. Zhang Ruochen was full of curiosity and immediately asked: "Where did you get that golden bag?"
Wang Shidao's expression tightened and he showed a defensive look, saying: "This is the national treasure of the Qinglong Dynasty, the golden light hidden bag. How can you, an extraterrestrial evil spirit, get your hands on it?"
"Baji collapse."
Wang Shidao drew a circle with his hands. In the center of the circle, eight black dragon shadows appeared, turned into eight lightning bolts, and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.
The Eight Dragons Martial Saint was indeed quite powerful, but Zhang Ruochen was fearless. He continuously mobilized the holy energy in his body, and then swatted out both palms at the same time.
"Dragon Elephant Divine Furnace."
As Zhang Ruochen made his palm print, a red-gold flame surged out from his back, filling the treasury in an instant.
The space where the treasury is located becomes a blazing copper furnace. If a semi-saint monk breaks in, he will be burned to death if he cannot hold on for even one breath.
"Boom."
The two forces collided together, forming a powerful wave of power that surged out in all directions.
The four iron walls of the treasury are engraved with formation inscriptions to withstand this force. Otherwise, most of the holy mountain would have collapsed.
The two continued to fight, exchanging dozens of blows.
The moves they used were all the most powerful ones. The fists and palms intertwined and the strength was used to compete with each other to see who was stronger.
After a while, the two separated.
Wang Shidao was sweating all over and gasping for air. The skin of his two fists cracked open and crimson blood overflowed. He stared at the outsider man opposite him in shock and said: "How is it possible... you are only in the realm of the ninth-level semi-saint."
, how can it be possible to block the power of this saint?"
Wang Shidao is over three hundred years old. His cultivation is indeed quite profound, and his martial arts skills have reached the realm of transformation. However, he is old, his blood energy is declining, and his physical body's explosive power and endurance are declining.
After dozens of blows, he showed a tired look.
Zhang Ruochen, however, was still full of energy. He stood upright opposite Wang Shidao and said, "At your age, it is quite remarkable that you can block so many of my blows."
Hearing this, Wang Shidao did not feel honored, but felt that Zhang Ruochen was humiliating him.
A mere ninth-level semi-saint dared to speak to an Eight-Dragon Martial Saint like this. Wang Shidao was naturally very angry and shouted: "Boy, don't be so arrogant. I will destroy you now."
"The Seal of Demon Subduing."
Wang Shidao's body swelled, and his hands formed a strange seal.
Under his feet, a black circular light seal with a diameter of ten feet appeared, with eight dragon shadows entrenched in the light seal, making an ear-splitting dragon roar.
The power fluctuations in Wang Shidao's body became stronger and stronger, putting a certain amount of pressure on Zhang Ruochen.
"Your seal cannot subdue the devil."
Zhang Ruochen's expression was still quite calm. He did not retreat, but strode forward. He made palm prints with his fingers and shouted: "Seven Apertures Blood Palm."
A blood-red female figure with twelve wings stood up slowly behind Zhang Ruochen, with a tall body and a ferocious face, exuding an astonishing evil aura.
That is the shadow of Hades.
"Boom."
Zhang Ruochen struck out with a palm, forming a huge palm print.
The blood-red shadow also struck out with a palm, colliding with the demon-subduing seal formed by Wang Shidao, and in an instant, it shattered the demon-subduing seal.
"puff!"
Master Wang spat out blood and flew backwards, hitting the iron wall heavily. Like a piece of paper, it slowly slid down from the iron wall, leaving only a blood-red mark.
Zhang Ruochen put away his palm prints, walked over, and came to Wang Shidao's side.
Wang Shidao's holy body became tattered, more than half of his head was broken, the back of his head completely collapsed, and the holy blood continuously poured out of his body.
After a while, his life breath completely disappeared.
After killing a martial saint, Zhang Ruochen didn't feel guilty or excited, and seemed calm.
Zhang Ruochen took off the golden light hiding bag from Wang Shidao, held it in his hand, and showed a curious expression: "Finally, I saw another space treasure, but I don't know what is inside? What special power does this golden light hiding bag have?