Zhang Ruochen stood in a divine world, with winding rivers of blood flowing under his feet, and thousands of blood-colored stars twinkling above his head. The space was vast and vast, with no boundaries visible.
His body bears two huge divine powers, but his figure is upright and his temperament is outstanding.
"God of War, I want to be the only monk in the Immortal Vampire Clan who is in charge of the Supreme Sacred Artifact." Zhang Ruochen said.
The Blood God of War was still playing chess with the Blood God Lord, without looking at him, and said: "Do you think your strength is enough?"
"able."
Zhang Ruochen said firmly.
Xue Jue Zhan Shen Dao: "The Qitian Tribe ranks first among the ten major tribes in terms of overall strength. The Sword Prison Emperor ranks first among all the monks in terms of cultivation. In this case, why don't the gods of the Immortal Vampire Tribe choose him?
, and want to choose you?”
"The Huangtian tribe ranks among the top three in terms of overall strength among the ten supreme tribes. Feng Hou's cultivation is not necessarily weaker than that of the Sword Prison Emperor, and she is also a candidate for the goddess. She is in charge of the supreme holy weapon and seizes the position of the goddess. She can be the next three
Fight for the interests of the clan. Why didn’t the gods choose her, but you?”
Zhang Ruochen answered calmly and said: "For this Hunting Heaven Banquet, the overall strength of the Qitian tribe may not be ranked first. The strength of the Sword Prison Emperor may not be able to beat me. The Feng Queen wants to seize the position of the goddess.
, I can help her."
The Bloody God of War finally stared at Zhang Ruochen and said, "Do you think you can defeat the Sword Prison Emperor?"
Those eyes, like ancient stars, are both bright and contain endless mysteries. The seemingly calm eyes seem to be able to penetrate Zhang Ruochen's soul and reveal all his secrets at a glance.
Facing this peerless god of war who shook heaven and hell, Zhang Ruochen remained calm and composed without any panic.
Slowly, Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, making palm prints with his hands.
The moment he raised his arms, three dragon souls and three elephant souls appeared on his left and right sides. The dragon souls were thousands of miles long, and the elephant souls were like sitting and lying on sacred mountains, both of which exuded the aura of the Qianwen Realm level.
At the same time, the blood river under Zhang Ruochen stopped flowing, and blood trees, blood vines, and blood flowers grew in the river.
Lord Xueyao noticed something, a brilliant look appeared in his eyes, and he let out a light sigh.
"Ouch."
Zhang Ruochen struck out with his palm, and the souls of the three dragons and three elephants immediately jumped up, or stretched out their claws, or stepped out the elephant's legs, combined with his palm prints, and slapped at the Xue Jue War God and Xue Yao Shenjun who were playing chess.
And go.
Not being a god, but daring to take action against a god requires earth-shattering boldness.
It takes a heart to rebel against God.
It's a pity that such a palm that shocked the world and made the gods cry was shattered by an invisible divine power on them before it could reach the two gods, and was eliminated invisible.
Zhang Ruochen is not discouraged. This palm is intended to show his determination to the two gods and also to show his current strength.
A look of satisfaction flashed through the eyes of the Blood Jue God of War, and he said: "Since you have such strength, I have enough confidence to convince the gods of the undead vampire clan to let you replace the Sword Prison Emperor and the Feng Queen.
Location. Go for it!”
Zhang Ruochen clasped his hands into his fists, bowed slightly, and left the world of gods.
Xueyao Shenjun let out a long sigh and said: "He has integrated the Tao of the Five Elements Wood and has begun to take on the form of the second-grade holy will. He is only a little short of the true second-grade holy will. If he does not practice the main Tao,
To be able to integrate the holy will to such a high level is truly a freak."
The Blood Jue War God said: "Actually, it can be considered as a second-grade holy will. However, his holy will is not perfect enough and cannot maintain a balanced state, so it is just a little bit behind."
"Is there no solution?" Xueyao Shenjun said.
"have."
Xue Jue Zhan Shinto: "If you integrate all the ways of palm, boxing, and five elements, you will be able to achieve perfection, and it will be a great perfection that fits the world."
Lord Xueyao shook his head slightly, not thinking that the path Zhang Ruochen was taking would be successful.
"He has already integrated four kinds of holy will. If he can integrate swordsmanship at this time, he will definitely be able to cultivate a top second-grade holy will. Although this road is difficult, there is a chance of success.
Why didn't you tell him and let him try?" God Lord Xueyao asked.
The Blood God of War's eyes were condensed and he said: "During the period of seclusion, he did not understand the sword, nor did he practice the way of space and time. He only understood the secret marks of the five elements. This is to strengthen his determination and walk the same path.
way. In that case, why not let him give it a try?"
Lord Xueyao didn't say much more on this matter, since Zhang Ruochen was not his grandson anyway.
"If Zhang Ruochen wants to take charge of the Supreme Sacred Artifact, he will definitely face opposition from the entire Immortal Vampire Clan and the Immortal Temple. Are you really going to convince those old stubborns?" said the God of Blood.
"It's not to convince them, but to rely on strength to force them to submit. This time, our Blood Heaven tribe has three hundred-flag realm perfectionists, plus a peerless great sage who has cultivated the second-grade holy will. Even if they don't accept it, they have to
Clothes."
The Bloody God of War's eyes were sharp and he dropped his weight heavily.
Hanhai Manor.
Zhang Ruochen was sitting with Emperor Yu, Gu Chenzi, Great Sage Yixuan, and Great Sage Xuewei, discussing the arrangements for the Huntian Banquet.
Moyin walked over gracefully and handed an invitation sticker to Zhang Ruochen.
Ever since the news of Emperor Yu's defeat of Shen Nansheng spread, both Zhang Ruochen and Emperor Yu have received many invitations and greetings. After all, Emperor Yu broke through to the Great Perfection of the Baiyong Realm at Hanhai Manor.
Hanhai Manor has been given a legendary color.
Emperor Yu made a breakthrough here, Princess Luo Ni retreated here, and the Shadowless Fairy from Heaven lived here. Each of them was stunningly beautiful and was the subject of discussion among countless monks. When they gathered together, it was difficult for Hanhai Manor not to become famous.
After reading the post, Zhang Ruochen said: "It's an invitation from Feng Hou, inviting Yu Huang and I to attend tonight's night banquet of the ten major tribes hosted by the Huangtian tribe."
"If you don't go, even if you come to ask, we won't go."
Great Sage Yixuan's anger has not subsided, and he is still worried about the last night banquet of the ten major tribes.
The Blood-Crying Great Sage snorted coldly and said: "With the current strength of our Blood Sky Tribe, we don't even need to join forces with their nine major tribes to be able to dominate the Hunting Sky Banquet."
Zhang Ruochen stared at Gu Chenzi and asked, "What do you think?"
Gu Chenzi was the calmest person present.
Gu Chenzi said: "The Hunting Heaven Banquet is imminent. The Fenghou invites important figures from the ten major tribes to attend at this time. It must be to formulate the final strategy for the layout of the banquet. At the same time, the candidates to be in charge of the Supreme Sacred Artifact
, it should be decided.”
"I have a different view than you. I think that the Blood Sky Tribe must unite with the other nine tribes. This is a battle between tribes. The strength of just a few of us is still too weak.
.The Shuntian Banquet is of great importance, we cannot act emotionally."
Zhang Ruochen said: "I agree with Gu Chenzi's point of view. Representatives of the Blood Sky Tribe must go to tonight's banquet. Moreover, they must be strong enough to intimidate them. The face that should be regained must be regained. This
Let Emperor Yu take care of this matter. Great Sage Yi Xuan and Gu Chenzi continue to hide their strength. You two are our two trump cards of the Blood Sky Tribe."
"What do you mean, you're not going?"
A strange look appeared in Emperor Yu's eyes.
Zhang Ruochen raised his head, looked at the vast sky, and said, "Tonight, I have to go to another place to keep an appointment. I have to go."
The tone is intriguing.
…
After nightfall.
Nine dragon souls pulled a golden chariot out of Hanhai Manor.
It is Zhang Ruochen's carriage, the Nine Dragon Chariot.
The driver is the Blood-Crying Monkey King.
During the period of seclusion in the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, the Blood-Crying Great Sage's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. He has broken seventy-two shackles and become the top master in the Hundred Shackles Realm.
However, he could not afford to buy the divine stones of the Divine Movement Pill and Divine Blood, and owed Zhang Ruochen a huge debt.
I have no choice but to help Zhang Ruochen and pay back slowly.
In the dragon chariot, Zhang Ruochen was sitting on a chariot couch carved with gold and jade. He stood tall and straight, pressing his palms on Lian Xi's snow-white jade back, pulling out wisps of masculine energy from her body.
Ling Xi was like a white civet cat, soft and soft, sitting on his lap, breathing breathtakingly.
Half of the dress fell to the ground, revealing a large area of skin like cream. The two jade-white peaks on his chest were completely pressed against Zhang Ruochen's chest. Two extremely slender jade legs were spread out on both sides, swaying gently.
.
During the decades of seclusion, every time Zhang Ruochen went all out to condense the Holy Will and try to integrate the Holy Will, he would first transfer part of the masculine energy into her body and use her special physique to preserve it to avoid interference.
After taking the masculine energy back into his body, Zhang Ruochen picked up Lian Xi, who was covered in sweat and soft as spring mud, put her on the bed, covered her with a soft quilt, and covered her breathtakingly beautiful body.
Ling Xi's long black hair was covered with sweat, and she said in a weak voice: "How long are you going to torture me?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "Don't you want to endure it anymore?"
Ling Xi's eyes were a little dazed, and she said: "I have paid a enough price for the things I have done before. But in the past, you can't blame me completely. We are each our own masters. You can't control those things, and I can't do them either."
You can’t help yourself.”
Zhang Ruochen put on the white holy robe neatly, tied on the belt, and said, "I can't blame you entirely."
"But, you turned me into a cauldron for your cultivation." Lian Xi's eyes were red, and she felt pity, and her white shoulders exposed outside the quilt were trembling slightly.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Fifteen years ago, I told you that if you want to leave, you can leave at any time. It is your choice to stay. On the first night in the harem of the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, I also gave you a choice
, you chose to be my woman."
"In the hell world, I have no other choice at all. If you let me go, where can I go?" Lian Xi's eyes almost shed tears.
Zhang Ruochen turned his back, without meeting her eyes, and said: "In the hell world, I have no other choice. You can at least choose to stay by my side. I'm not bad to you, right?"
"Don't think so much. Since you have come to the hell world, you should work hard to cultivate. The shame and grievance you feel now will be your greatest motivation. You have endured it for decades, why not continue to endure it? If you are strong enough in the future,
With enough cultivation, you can come and kill me."
The Kowloon chariot entered the center of Hanye Sanctuary and drove to Jiayin City.
Two monks in black robes were already waiting there.
Under their leadership, Zhang Ruochen and the Blood-Crying Great Sage walked into the city, arrived outside a magnificent palace, and walked up the stairs.
The blood-crying Great Sage looked unnatural and said, "Jiayin City is where the monks of the Yama tribe live. Are you sure we didn't come to the wrong place?"
"Do you need to make such a fuss?" Zhang Ruochen said.
The Blood-Crying Great Sage said: "Generally speaking, before the Hunting Banquet, the major forces of the ten clans will frequently hold activities and banquets, and will even invite monks from other clans to participate, taking the opportunity to explore their strength."
"However, although the Yama clan comes first at the Shuntian Banquet every time, they don't pay much attention to the Shuntian Banquet. They rarely invite monks from other clans before the banquet."
Zhang Ruochen said: "If the Immortal Vampire Clan takes first place every time, the importance attached to the Hunting Heaven Banquet will also drop a lot."
At this time, Yan Wushen's laughter sounded in the palace: "Brother Ruochen, what you said is wrong. The Yan Luo clan does not despise the Hunting Banquet because of its strong self-control. It is because the various activities and banquets are really boring.
, if you have that kind of energy, it’s better to spend more time practicing.”
A look of horror appeared in the eyes of the Blood-Crying Great Sage. He looked at Zhang Ruochen and found something strange on his face.
Just now, the two of them communicated through sound transmission with spiritual power, but Yan Wushen understood.
How can you not be surprised?
Zhang Ruochen strode into the palace and said in a loud voice: "I have long heard that Brother Wushen was already a spiritual power saint before he entered the Kunlun Realm of Merit Battlefield. Originally, I thought that if you could reach the sixty-first level, you would already be very powerful.
Awesome. But now I realize that I underestimated you."
After decades of seclusion, Zhang Ruochen's mental strength has made another huge breakthrough, reaching the peak of level 61.
Yan Wushen could hear the sound transmission of his mental power, and the intensity of his mental power had reached at least level 62, or even higher.
The Blood-Crying Great Sage originally wanted to follow him into the palace, but was stopped by a monk guarding the palace gate. "The only one invited by Wushen Temple is the Great Sage Ruochen. The other monks please wait outside the palace."
"What do you mean? With my cultivation in the Hundred Shackles Realm, I am not qualified to enter the palace yet?" the Blood-Weeping Sage said angrily.
The monk from the Yama tribe said: "If the Great Sage Chen is able to step in, it is because of his strong cultivation. As for you, even if I don't stop you, you won't be able to get in."
"I'm just not good at it. It's just a door."
After the rapid improvement of his cultivation, the blood-crying Great Sage's self-confidence skyrocketed, and he stepped forward in one step. However, before his feet landed, he entered a chaotic space and got lost in it.
This palace is covered with spatial inscriptions.
There is a space trap at every step, which is a huge test for any monk who breaks in.
After Zhang Ruochen entered the palace, he saw Yan Wushen alone, sitting on the ground in the center of the hall. In front of him was a long copper table with a pot of wine and two wine glasses placed on it.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
Simple.
It was a bit shabby in its simplicity, and it didn't look like an important guest was invited.
Stepping through space traps one after another, Zhang Ruochen walked calmly, walked to the side of the table, stared at Yan Wushen opposite, and said: "After arriving in the Destiny Domain, I have been waiting for you to come out, and finally meet again. I'll go back
Have you received your letter of challenge? This palace is beautifully decorated, isn't it the battlefield you chose?"