Jishui's body spread out and turned into twelve streams of blood, flying outside the Qianlong Palace.
"Is Master Ji leaving before we start talking?"
Zhang Ruochen stretched his palm forward and spread his fingers. Suddenly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in Qianlong Palace seemed to be condensed into one. Then an invisible air flow blew the twelve blood energy back and condensed into Jishui's figure.
.
Ji Shui fell to the ground, her steps were a little unsteady, and she almost fell to the ground.
"Whoa!"
The figure flashed.
Zhang Ruochen appeared next to Jishui like a phantom, grabbing her right wrist with one hand and holding her slender waist with the other, gently supporting her to stabilize her center of gravity.
It has to be said that Jishui's skin is very delicate, her wrists are as soft as boneless, and her slender waist is full of elasticity, fitting perfectly with Zhang Ruochen's palm.
"Hey..."
Jishui's whole body was numb, as if he had been electrocuted.
"Uncle Ji has a superb figure. Why does he wear such a loose blood robe to cover up his most beautiful side?"
Zhang Ruochen's palm gently caressed Jishui's waist, going all the way down, almost touching the vagina below.
Jishui was completely furious. Ice-cold air surged out of his body, freezing the waterfall not far away into ice sculptures. He said, "If you don't let go, I will explode the air sea."
"Okay, I'll let go. Isn't it okay to let go?"
Zhang Ruochen let go, grabbed Jishui's bloody robe, and pulled it up.
With a "crash" sound, the blood robe was pulled away from bottom to top by Zhang Ruochen, revealing Jishui's slender and graceful body, with full breasts and hips, a slender waist, and long green hair flying away.
Zhang's exquisite face was also revealed, indescribably beautiful and moving.
However, Jishui wrapped himself very tightly. Under the blood robe, he was wearing a light blue coat and skirt. There were still wisps of blood lingering around his body, and it was not completely exposed.
Even so, she was still frightened and quickly backed away, putting some distance between herself and Gu Linfeng.
Zhang Ruochen twisted the blood robe and looked at Jishui again, looking slightly disappointed and said: "Uncle Ji, are you wearing a little too much?"
"What on earth are you going to do?"
Ji Shui was as cold as ice and was ready to die together with Gu Linfeng.
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "What if I said that I have admired Uncle Ji for a long time and want to keep you in Qianlong Palace for the night?"
"You'd better not have such thoughts." Ji Shui said.
"Shall we set a price?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Jishui was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing. His whole body was shaking with anger, and his beautiful big eyes revealed a murderous look.
Zhang Ruochen said again: "Master Uncle Ji, why are you so stubborn? With my status and status as the Son of God today, as long as I speak to my master, he will definitely reward you to me. Do you believe it or not?"
"Then, I'm afraid all you'll get is a dead man."
Jishui's attitude is very clear and firm.
"I am quite satisfied with your answer. At least it proves that you are a person who will not give in easily. In this case, let's talk about business."
Zhang Ruochen's expression became solemn, he walked to the side of the stone table, raised his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and said: "Sit down."
Jishui was a little surprised. He didn't expect Gu Linfeng's attitude to change so drastically. For a moment, he couldn't figure out his true intention.
"Could it be that all his current actions are just to test me?"
Such speculations arose in Jishui's mind.
In the end, Jishui was still worried about Gu Linfeng and did not sit over, still keeping a certain distance from him.
Zhang Ruochen ignored her, sat down first, and said straight to the point: "Uncle Ji is a talented person. Working under the throne of Hai Ming Dharma King will only waste your talent. If this continues, it will be difficult to become a saint.
.If you come to do things for me, I can provide you with ten times more abundant cultivation resources."
Jishui's eyes narrowed and he was keenly aware that Gu Linfeng did not call Dharma King Haiming as his master, but called him by his first name.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
"Of course I know what I'm talking about."
"
Jishui was a little disdainful, looking down on Gu Linfeng at all, and said: "Do you think that by becoming the son of God, you can fight against the master? To tell you the truth, you have no chance to cultivate to the holy realm, let alone become the leader of the sect.
You are an ambitious big shot and will definitely get rid of you in advance. With your little strength, you are no different from an ant in front of a Dharma King-level figure. If I were you, I should escape from the Blood God Sect immediately, maybe
You can still save a life."
Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly: "Uncle Ji is indeed very smart and sees the situation in the sect very clearly. However, you underestimate me. Do you really think I don't have the strength to fight against them?"
"you?"
Jishui was a little surprised. Looking at Gu Linfeng's confident expression, he couldn't help but wonder, could there be support from other big figures behind him?
"Uncle Ji is currently in the eighth-level semi-saint realm. If we can get abundant training resources, there is actually a good chance of reaching the holy realm." Zhang Ruochen said casually.
“How easy is it to become holy?”
Ji Shui said: "Do you think you have more cultivation resources than Xian Minghai?"
"There are indeed many good things in the Xianming Sea of King Haiming. However, King Haiming is a selfish person. You should know this better than anyone. It is impossible for him to reward the real top treasures.
You. But I am different. As long as you have the ability, I can provide you with any treasure."
Zhang Ruochen took out a Holy Source, placed it on the table, and said, "Do something for me. You can take this Holy Source now."
"Holy Source."
Jishui's eyes revealed a dazzling light. He first looked at the Holy Source, and then stared at Gu Linfeng sitting next to the stone table in extreme shock.
She never expected that this guy would be willing to take out a holy source to win over her.
You must know that a holy source also represents a qualification for becoming a saint.
If Jishui's probability of cultivating to the Holy Realm is only about 20%, then after refining the Holy Source, her probability of cultivating to the Holy Realm will reach more than 80%.
Staying by the side of Dharma King Hai Ming, she will never be able to obtain a holy source.
"Dharma King Hai Ming can sacrifice everything for his own interests and continue to stay by his side. Sooner or later, I will become his victim. I have already repaid his kindness in raising me and teaching me.
"
In fact, Jishui had already planned to leave the Blood God Sect and no longer obey the orders of Dharma King Hai Ming.
At this moment, Gu Linfeng took out a Holy Source as a gift and wanted to give it to her. This temptation was so great that Jishui had no way to refuse.
When you first embarked on the path of cultivation, wasn't it just to become a saint?
Zhang Ruochen said again: "A holy source is just a small amount of sincerity. If Master Ji can trust me and is willing to do things for me, then I will give you more and more precious cultivation resources in the future."
Jishui stared at the Holy Source, walked towards the stone table step by step, and said: "Your strength is far better than mine. Why do you have to ask me to do things for you?"
Zhang Ruochen knew that Jishui was attracted, but he still had some scruples, so he continued: "As the Son of God, I seem to have a transcendent status and great power, but in the religion, I am still too weak and weak, and the masters who can really be trusted are...
Not many."
Jishui nodded slightly, somewhat agreeing with this.
After all, it had only been less than a year since Gu Linfeng came to the Blood God Sect. Apart from Dharma King Hai Ming, there was no force he could rely on.
Moreover, Dharma King Hai Ming did not really support Gu Linfeng. As a result, Gu Linfeng was indeed helpless.
The so-called Son of God is no different from an empty shell.
Jishui thought carefully, hesitated, and finally did not go to get the Holy Source, saying: "I admit that a Holy Source is indeed very tempting to me. However, your current situation is too dangerous.
I may lose my life if I do things for you. I'm sorry, I think life is more important than the Holy Source."
Jishui turned around and walked towards the Qianlong Hall.
After all, Jishui still didn't believe in Gu Linfeng's strength and believed that he didn't have the ability to arm-wrestle with the senior figures in the Blood God Cult.
"Since she is unwilling to surrender, my subordinates will kill her now."
Zhao Shiqi sent out a spiritual power that entered Zhang Ruochen's ears.
"Forget it, let her go...eh..."
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt a faint murderous aura coming down from the top of the waterfall, giving him an extreme feeling.
who is it?
Jishui naturally knew that Gu Linfeng would probably kill someone and silence her, and would not let her leave the Qianlong Palace. Therefore, he would become more vigilant with every step he took.
A sharp cold wind was born automatically, passing between the eaves and pillars, making a whining sound.
"Such a strong murderous aura, did Gu Linfeng really take action?"
Jishui's whole body tensed up, and the holy energy in his body began to circulate rapidly.
"Wow——"
Suddenly, the surroundings became dark, and the entire space seemed to be isolated, and no sound could be heard anymore.
In the darkness, a vast voice sounded: "Dharma King Hai Ming has taken on a good disciple, but he can't even bribe you with a Holy Source. Your Highness, Son of God, why don't you hand over the Holy Source to me, and I will get rid of it for you?"
she?"
A dark red mist of light was suspended in the sky above Qianlong Palace, and a figure could be faintly seen wrapped in the mist.
Zhang Ruochen did not show any panic, but smiled faintly: "What happens after we get rid of her?"
"After killing her, I will naturally have to do the business tonight."
"What's the business?"
"kill you."
As the words "kill you" came out, a huge wave of holy power surged down from above.
The Holy Power was originally invisible, but at this moment, the shadows of more than a dozen mountains condensed and fell on the heads of Jishui and Zhang Ruochen.
Unable to bear the holy power, Jishui let out a muffled groan and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He knelt on the ground and looked up in horror, saying: "The deputy palace master of Luanzi Tiangong, Liao Teng.
"
At this moment, she finally understood that the murderous aura just now was not coming from Gu Linyu's body, but from Liao Teng's body.
The person Liao Teng wanted to kill was not her, but Gu Linfeng.
Of course, with the current situation, Liao Teng would definitely take her life after killing Gu Linfeng in order to silence her.