Zhang Ruochen took out an exquisite space ball and opened the door to the inner world.
Immediately, nearly a hundred beautiful female saints walked out of the gate of the world.
There is a huge planet inside each of the eight exquisite space balls.
Zhang Ruochen selected four exquisite space balls with livable planets inside, and gave them to Tunxiang Rabbit, Demon Ape, Eater Holy Flower, and Xie Chengzi respectively, and asked them to lead the female saints to act separately and move them as fast as possible.
The civilians and warriors in Yunwu County were picked up.
The first reason why Zhang Ruochen did not use the Qiankun Realm was because there must be holy monks from the Heavenly Realm in Yunwu County. Zhang Ruochen was worried that they would sneak into the Qiankun Realm and discover the secrets inside.
Secondly, Zhang Ruochen's energy is limited after all. Saint King Realm masters from the Netherworld Temple may arrive at any time. If Zhang Ruochen cannot be found, it is not impossible to massacre the city in a rage.
Besides, in addition to the Temple of Netherworld, the Temple of Bloody War, the Temple of Merit, the Dark Demon Realm, and even the Hell Realm, there are countless forces that want to deal with Zhang Ruochen. If it is known that he appears in Yunwu County, it will definitely cause a bloody storm.
Zhang Ruochen took out the magic staff and dragged his heavy left leg into an ancient mountain outside the royal city.
That ancient mountain is called "King Mountain".
The king of Yunwu County was buried in Wangshan Mountain.
No matter how you say it, Prince Yunwu can be regarded as Zhang Ruochen's father in this life, so Zhang Ruochen plans to move his tomb to the Qiankun Realm for reburial.
The wonderful little Taoist followed Zhang Ruochen and looked at his left leg, leaving big footprints on the ground one after another. He clicked his tongue and said: "Your left leg is really a magic leg? Why do I feel that you are really lame?"
Got it!"
"Do you want to try it?" Zhang Ruochen stared at it.
"Forget it!"
The wonderful little Taoist shook his head quickly, not daring to try. He put some distance away from Zhang Ruochen and took the lead in rushing towards the depths of Wangshan Mountain.
After a while, the wonderful little Taoist rushed back with a purple tree root as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and shouted from a distance: "Zhang Ruochen, look what the poor Taoist found? It's incredible, in such a remote and barren place,
To be able to find such a rare treasure."
Before Zhang Ruochen could take a closer look, he smelled a strong medicinal fragrance and felt a holy energy from heaven and earth rushing toward his face.
The three-foot-long purple tree root has a finger-high sapling growing on the top, with two small leaves. The tree root is like an amethyst gem, overflowing with light, with dazzling light flowing inside.
liquid.
"Qiong's soul root is also purple, which means it is already 70,000 years old?" Zhang Ruochen was shocked.
Wang Shan, this was not his first time. He never expected that there would be such a treasure in the mountain.
wrong.
Holy medicine cannot grow anywhere.
The older the sacred medicine is, the higher its soil requirements are.
Even the top sects in the Kunlun world cannot cultivate a few of the 70,000-year-old holy medicine. How could Yunwu County be born with such a rare treasure?
"Perhaps it is because the Kunlun Realm began to recover that such a strange phenomenon occurred."
Zhang Ruochen took out the ancient sword of Shen Yuan, broke open Qiong's spiritual roots, and drank together with the Zhenmiao Taoist. After a while, their skins all glowed with purple brilliance, and they received a lot of benefits.
Especially the mental strength has increased a lot.
On the way, the wonderful little Taoist dug out five more sacred herbs, which made Zhang Ruochen marvel and feel incredible.
The small King Mountain has given birth to so many holy medicines, wouldn't the other holy soils of the Lingshan Mountains have given birth to even more holy medicines?
However, Wangshan seems to have become much bigger, not small.
The wonderful little Taoist felt puzzled and said: "Are you sure that this mountain only occupies an area of two hundred miles? How does this poor Taoist feel that he has walked more than 600 miles?"
Zhang Ruochen frowned and stopped.
"Boom."
With a kick of his left foot, his body flew up and landed on the top of a hill not far away.
Opening his eyebrows, Zhang Ruochen looked deep into Wang Mountain. After a moment, his face became a little more solemn and he said: "It's interesting, there is a folding space in Wang Mountain. As the Kunlun world revives, the folding space opens up. I
My heavenly eye is blocked by a layer of strange power, and I cannot see the end of King Mountain."
In the past, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level was too low. Even if he encountered a folded space, he could not see any clues. Naturally, he did not discover Wang Shan's secret.
The wonderful little Taoist jumped out and said: "Your ancestors of the Zhang family are really good at choosing places. They randomly selected a cemetery, and they were all in the folding space."
Zhang Ruochen spread a pair of dragon wings on his back, and just as he was about to take off, he fell to the ground.
His left leg was so heavy that he couldn't fly at all.
In the end, Zhang Ruochen used spatial movement to avoid falling to the ground.
"Damn."
Zhang Ruochen slapped his left leg with a slap, and then performed a great spatial movement and rushed deep into Wangshan Mountain. After walking for more than a thousand miles, Zhang Ruochen finally found the tomb forest built by the royal family of Yunwu County.
Find the tomb of Prince Yunwu and move it into the Qiankun Realm.
After thinking about it, Zhang Ruochen looked at the tombs of the ancestors of the Zhang family and finally decided to move all the ancient tombs.
Suddenly, the ground shook slightly and a gap opened.
"What's going on? I understand, you must be careful when relocating the tombs of your ancestors. You must first offer sacrifices, burn paper money, and engrave inscriptions. For you to start such a big thing so recklessly, you must have angered your ancestors.
"What a wonderful little Taoist said seriously.
Zhang Ruochen didn't believe this at all and carefully observed the cracks on the ground.
I saw that a rich holy energy was escaping from the crack, and a large number of heaven and earth rules were spraying outward. An extremely ancient aura surged out and filled the surrounding world.
"Boom."
The ground shook violently again, and the crack in the ground became two feet wide.
The holy energy of heaven and earth and the rules of heaven and earth continued to erupt, causing strange phenomena to occur in the sky. A river of cyan light appeared, crossing the east and west skies.
At the same time, the ancient tombs of the Zhang family began to emit green smoke.
There were blue sacred flowers that grew rapidly and soon filled the cemetery, forming an endless sea of flowers.
Every sacred flower is at least ten thousand years old.
As the holy energy of heaven and earth gushed out became more and more intense, and the rules of heaven and earth became more dense and mysterious, some of the holy flowers grew rapidly in age, bloomed more and more gorgeously, and emitted more brilliant brilliance.
Zhang Ruochen and Zhenmiao Taoist were both stunned. They did not expect that they could witness such a strange scene with their own eyes.
From the ground cracking, an old man in rather ragged clothes suddenly crawled out.
"Ghost!"
The wonderful little Taoist screamed.
Zhang Ruochen glared at it and said, "You haven't seen any monsters at the Conferred God Platform, so why are you pretending?"
"That's right! The Taoist teachings are profound, so what is there to be afraid of?"
The wonderful little Taoist walked towards the old man, raised his fist, shouted "I'll hit you", and punched out, sending the old man flying and falling dozens of feet away.
"Oh, what the hell... I hit the old man... my waist... was broken. Oh, I killed someone. Is there anyone who can save me, the old man..."
Screams came from the sea of flowers.
"It's not a thousand-year-old corpse, it's alive?" The wonderful little Taoist was stunned.
Zhang Ruochen immediately rushed over and used his mental power to investigate and confirmed that the old man was indeed a living person. He quickly took out a healing holy pill and prepared to give it to the old man.
As soon as he squatted down, Zhang Ruochen smelled a strange smell. He didn't know how long he had been underground.
Zhang Ruochen held back the smell and fed the holy elixir into the old man's mouth.
Standing up, Zhang Ruochen took a closer look at the old man. He looked about seventy years old, skinny as a stick, with dirty white hair. He hadn't bathed or changed clothes for an unknown amount of time, and his skin was covered with a thick layer of old mud.
Her clothes were as rotten as turf.
If not, he was indeed a living person, Zhang Ruochen would definitely think that he was a mummy that had been buried underground for tens of thousands of years.
"Old man, are you feeling better?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
"Oh, it still hurts. If you hit someone, you must be responsible and you can't abuse the elderly."
The old man rolled on the ground, screaming in pain.
Zhang Ruochen had a puzzled look in his eyes.
You know, Lin Jingye took the same healing holy pill and even his broken leg grew back. This old man on the ground is also at the Tianji realm. How could he not get better at all after taking the holy pill?
Zhang Ruochen became alert and asked, "Old man, why did you crawl out of the ground?"
The old man's eyes flickered under his eyelids, and he said: "I am a tomb robber. When I saw that there are many big tombs here, of course I wanted to go down and make a fortune."
"Tomb robber?"
Zhang Ruochen had black lines on his forehead and said coldly: "Did you know that all my ancestors are buried in the tombs here?"
The old man was slightly startled, and suddenly his waist seemed to no longer hurt. He took a closer look at Zhang Ruochen and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"
"Zhang Ruochen."
Zhang Ruochen picked up the magic staff and began to roll up his sleeves, exposing half of his arms.
"My surname is Zhang, what a good surname. My surname is also Zhang... What are you doing... Young man... what are you doing?"
Zhang Ruochen raised the wooden staff of the Divine Envoy and struck it down randomly, making a "bang bang" sound.
"Tomb robbers, right? They came to my house and stole some good things. Take them out, take them all out."
"Ouch, I beat the old man, can someone come and save me, I'm about to be beaten to death... Little brother, I didn't steal anything, nothing... Help, I beat the old man to death..."
The old man got up from the ground and ran away.
A bright light flashed in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and he felt more and more that this old guy was not simple.
Just now, when he swung the magic stick, he kept increasing his strength. The last swing of the stick was probably enough to kill the semi-saint. However, other than screaming, the old man was not injured at all. Instead, he ran faster than a rabbit.
interesting.
Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to continue to catch up and capture the old man, in the distance, several extremely powerful auras of the holy way came from the forest. Five or six strong men with cultivation levels exceeding the seven-step holy king realm were heading here.