When the war came to an end, the Zhenjiu Ancient Clan's territory was completely reduced to ruins. The clan members also suffered many casualties and almost suffered annihilation.
Of course, the undead vampires were even worse. Hundreds of thousands of troops came in force. In the end, only Xia Wenxin and the Son of Blood-Slaughter God escaped. It was almost the entire army that was wiped out.
When the news spreads, I don't know how much of a sensation it will cause.
Immediately, many people took action and began to clean up the battlefield.
As long as the bodies of those who died on our side are still there, they need to be found and buried properly, and they must not be allowed to die in the wilderness.
They are all heroes, and the Zhenyu Ancient Clan will never forget them.
"Elder brother, join me in chanting sutras and pray for the deceased," Er Sikong said.
Da Sikong's eyes lit up, he glanced around, and said excitedly: "We'll talk about the chanting and salvation later. With so many undead vampires dying on the battlefield, how many treasures must be left behind? Shouldn't we collect the treasures first?"
Hundreds of thousands of undead vampire troops were left on this battlefield, including some sons of gods, sons of emperors, and daughters of emperors. The treasures they could leave behind are amazing when you think about it.
Da Sikong was already gearing up at this moment, almost worried that the space bracelet would not fit in it.
However, Zhang Ruochen did not speak, and he did not dare to act rashly, so he could only look at Zhang Ruochen with hope.
Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath and said calmly: "Whatever you want to do, just do it."
Hearing this, Da Sikong said: "Uncle Master, leave this matter to me. I will definitely collect all the treasures left by the undead vampires.
After saying that, he took action immediately. Although he was fat, his movements were extremely flexible.
Putting each treasure into the space ring, Da Sikong's fat face almost burst into laughter.
"The holy bones of the seven-step holy king, the holy source of the eight-step holy king, the five-glory and ten-thousand-pattern holy weapon... are all good things." Da Sikong smiled so brightly.
Picking up treasures everywhere would make anyone happy.
Unlike Da Sikong, Er Sikong sat down cross-legged on the spot, silently reciting scriptures to save the souls of the dead.
Xiang Chunan collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move.
"Brother Xiang, how about we go to the Jian Tomb Palace to rest." Luo Yi said.
"OK."
As soon as the war ended, Shi Qiankun placed the Sword Tomb Palace aside so that the seriously injured could enter it to recuperate.
Zhang Ruochen turned his gaze to Luo Yi and stared at his back. A few strange lights flashed in his eyes. He was now even more suspicious of Luo Yi's identity.
"Junior brother, do you want to capture him?" Bao Lie came to Zhang Ruochen and whispered.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Don't act rashly for the time being. The war has just ended. I don't want to have any more troubles. I just keep an eye on him secretly."
"Well, by the way, I want this war soldier, senior brother."
Baolie nodded, stretched out his hand and drew a silver spear from a distance.
This silver spear belongs to the Son of Wangqiu. It is a sacred weapon with nine radiances and ten thousand patterns, which is very rare.
Zhang Ruochen showed a smile and said: "This spear is very suitable for you, Third Senior Brother. With it, Third Senior Brother, your strength can also be improved."
In fact, even if Bao Lie didn't speak, he would still choose a better weapon and give it to Bao Lie.
A strong man should equip himself with strong soldiers.
With a wave of his hand, Bao Lie threw out the golden war spear and said with a smile: "Xinghun, I return the golden war spear to you. Use it well and don't embarrass your father."
Leopard Star Soul reached out and took the golden war spear. He was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of ecstasy and said, "Father, don't worry, I will definitely not embarrass you."
How could he not be excited when the golden war spear was lost and recovered?
With this seven-step holy weapon, his strength will be greatly improved. He is now a six-step holy king. With the golden war spear, he is enough to defeat or even kill the seven-step holy king.
"Your Highness, I'm going to help Da Sikong." Murong Yue said.
Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly and said, "Well, let's go."
After receiving the agreement, Murong Yue immediately took action.
Unlike Da Sikong, she does not collect all treasures, but only goes after those truly precious treasures.
The battlefield is too big and there are too many people dead. It will obviously take some time to clean up the battlefield.
With his mind turning, Zhang Ruochen took out the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror and prepared to study it carefully.
This mirror is a supreme holy instrument. Although it is damaged, its power cannot be underestimated.
After some observation, Zhang Ruochen discovered something.
The Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror not only lacks the weapon spirit, but also lacks some extremely important parts. Otherwise, its power would definitely be much stronger than it is now.
The blood-dropping sword spirit appeared, his eyes fixed on the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror, and said: "I once heard a rumor that the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror and the Blood Sea Magic Mirror are a pair of supreme holy weapons, made by the same person.
Forged by the master, one mountain and one sea form a world of its own in the mirror, which can suppress the universe and destroy the gods."
"Hmm? The Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror is related to the Blood Sea Magic Mirror?"
Zhang Ruochen's face hardened and he asked.
The woman in red neither admitted nor denied, but simply said: "It's just a rumor. After so many years, no one can tell clearly about many things."
"However, one thing is certain. This mirror is very unusual. If it is complete, it should be a top-level supreme holy artifact."
"In addition, I need to remind you that I have a faint feeling that the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror Spirit has not been destroyed. If it appears, you may not be able to deal with it."
Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but frown slightly, his mind turning rapidly.
But soon he relaxed his brows and realized that the soldiers would stop him and the water would cover him, so there was no need to think too much.
Moreover, it is impossible for him to throw away the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror just because the spirit of the Hidden Mountain Magic Mirror is still alive in the world, and it is even more impossible to destroy it.
The woman in red turned to look at Shen Yuan's ancient sword and sword spirit, her eyes full of reluctance, and whispered: "Shen Yuan, I came to the Sword Tomb because I sensed that you need me. Now, it's time for me to leave. The situation in Kunlun Realm
It’s difficult, the Central Imperial City needs me to take charge and deal with the powerful men from all walks of life in Heaven.”
Shen Yuan Sword Spirit was quite reluctant to let go, so he couldn't help but step forward and hug the woman in red tightly into his arms.
We had just met, and now we had to part ways.
In the face of the general situation, all the love between children has to be put aside.
"Bleeding, I will continue to make myself stronger. One day, I will become stronger than you. When the time comes, it will be me who will protect you."
Shen Yuan Sword Spirit let go of the woman in red and said with great determination.
The woman in red stretched out her hand to caress Shen Yuan Sword Spirit's cheek, smiled beautifully, and said softly: "I believe there will be a day."
Next to him, Zhang Ruochen felt a little uncomfortable. The two swords were actually for you and me, kissing me and me. On the contrary, he, a human being, felt like a loner.
"Why--"
Hearing Zhang Ruochen's long sigh, the two swords quickly separated, and the blood-dropping sword turned into a bloody rainbow and disappeared in an instant.
In front of it, the medieval divine patterns were completely in vain, as if they did not exist.
Watching the Blood-Drying Sword leave, Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but reached out and patted Shen Yuan on the shoulder, saying: "We will meet again, this time we won't wait another eight hundred years."
Shen Yuan Sword Spirit nodded and said: "Yes, but before I become strong enough, I will not see Blood Drops again."
"There are holy weapons everywhere on the battlefield. You can absorb and refine them at will. If the Dao body is successfully condensed, your efficiency in refining the holy weapons should be much improved now." Zhang Ruochen said.
Hearing this, Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword did not hesitate and immediately flew out, preparing to feast and absorb the refining holy weapon.
When the Tao body was condensed previously, Shen Yuan's ancient sword absorbed a large amount of sword energy and kendo rules, and its quality improved a lot. As long as it absorbs and refines some more holy weapons, and is promoted to the Eight-Glory and Ten Thousand Patterns holy weapon, it will not be a problem.
After seeing the Blood-Drip Sword, he was undoubtedly more eager to become stronger.
It took some time to clean up the battlefield.
"Uncle Master, what a great harvest. I have never seen so many treasures in my life."
Da Sikong ran back with an excited look on his face.
With a wave of his hand, a large number of treasures flew out of the space bracelet and piled up into a mountain.
I have to say that Da Sikong really scraped it clean, not even a fragment of the soldier was spared.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at this mountain of treasures, which was mainly composed of holy sources, holy bones and holy vessels. Most of the holy bones and holy vessels were broken and incomplete, which was the result of the previous fierce battle.
The hundreds of thousands of troops mobilized by the undead vampires this time all had a minimum cultivation level of half-saint level, so they left behind a lot of treasures, all of which were valuable.
"You pick some you like, and I'll use the rest to strengthen Mingzong."
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ruochen opened his mouth and said.
"Hey, you're welcome then." Da Sikong chuckled.
Immediately, he selected some treasures from this treasure mountain and put them back into the space bracelet.
Zhang Ruochen didn't care what treasures he chose, and casually put all the remaining treasures into the universe.
The Holy Source is very important, allowing Mingzong to cultivate a large number of strong men in a short period of time.
Those incomplete sacred artifacts can be used as Shen Yuan's food rations. No matter how much he has, he will never find it too much.
"Your Highness, the treasures of those top experts are all inside."
Murong Yue flashed back and handed a space ring into Zhang Ruochen's hand.
Zhang Ruochen continuously released his mental power and probed into the space ring.
He was quite looking forward to the treasures Murong Yue had recovered.
Compared with the quantity, what Murong Yue brought back was much less than what Da Sikong brought back, but they were all fine products, and each piece was priceless.
For example, although the Holy Bone Mountain of the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King was severely damaged, some precious holy bones were still left, and there was even a large piece of sacred bone, which was a good material for refining the blood-suppressing talisman.
There are also those three holy warships. Two are half-destroyed and one is generally well preserved. If it can be repaired, it will be a big killer.
"Unexpectedly, there are actually six sacred stones inlaid on the sacred bones, which can activate the sundial for six days. The cultivation level should be further improved. This Nine-Eyed Heavenly King has a lot of good things."
Zhang Ruochen smiled and felt very good.
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