It was no secret that Yan Wushen invited Zhang Ruochen. The moment the Kowloon chariot drove into Jiayin City, the news spread among the major forces.
Everyone knows that Yan Wushen and Zhang Ruochen are the top heroes of this era, and there will definitely be a peak contest between the two.
It may be a matter of victory or defeat, or it may be a matter of life or death.
Their gathering this time seemed intriguing.
At the same time, a wonderful battle also broke out at the night banquet of the ten major tribes hosted by the Huangtian tribe.
Emperor Yu faced off against "Yue Tinghai", a Dzogchen expert from the Jingtian tribe who was in the Hundred-flag Realm. He defeated him with strong and fierce methods and cut off his right arm, avenging his previous humiliation.
Some people suspect that Emperor Yu not only reached the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm, but also cultivated the third level of Holy Will.
Otherwise, Yue Tinghai would not have been defeated so miserably and would have almost no power to fight back.
At this point, the position of the most powerful person in the Immortal Vampire Clan has become a battle between the three strongest men: Emperor Sword Prison, Queen Feng, and Emperor Yu.
When the news came out, the monks from the ten tribes were all shocked.
The strength of the undead vampire clan has officially entered the forefront among the ten clans.
However, what puzzled countless monks was that Emperor Yu, with such a powerful cultivation, was not the leader of the Blood Sky Tribe. As a result, Zhang Ruochen, who was attending an appointment at Wushen Temple, attracted greater attention.
In the night sky, the clouds surged, showing six different colors.
That is the light emitted by the six-colored star mist of the cosmic forest.
"Boom."
Along with a deafening thunder, rain of six colors fell from the sky, dripping and falling on the eaves tiles, like a curtain of beads, like tears from the sky.
Prajna stood in the long pavilion, dressed in white as snow, with long black hair swaying in the wind, stretching out a slender jade-like hand, catching the raindrops, and looking towards the direction of Jiayin City.
Next to her, stood a slender flaming figure. If you look carefully, you will see that it is a woman.
Her name is Huo Mei Yin Ji, and she belongs to the dead race.
"Don't you think too highly of Zhang Ruochen?" Huo Mei Yin Ji showed a look of confusion and disdain.
Prajna's eyes were as calm as water, and he said: "It's not that I value him, it's the Yama clan that values him. Why should we despise an opponent who can be so valued by the Yama clan? If Feng Hou gets his support, we will have to guard against him.
."
"Da da."
Wujiang walked over with a blue paper umbrella in hand. Under the light, a long shadow was cast on the ground and said: "It is still unknown whether Zhang Ruochen can walk out of Wushen Temple."
Huo Mei Yin Ji stared at him, and when she saw that handsome face, a different look appeared in her eyes, and said: "I heard that Yan Wushen embarked on a path of cultivating Buddhism, and with the help of a
The ancient relics used the sacred weapon Ten Thousand Buddhas Lamp to refine the physical body to the extreme, which can be called the body of a half-Buddha. It would be even harder for Zhang Ruochen to walk out of the Wushu Temple alive than to ascend to heaven."
"The rain is too fast and the wind is too cold. Let's go back first! Zhang Ruochen does not pose any threat until he breaks the first shackles."
Wujiang crossed Huomei Yinji, walked to Prajna's side, held the umbrella over, covering the wind that drifted in, and also covered the rain falling into Prajna's hands. Prajna could not help but frown, and the depth of his pupils appeared.
A hint of displeasure.
At this moment, a shadow appeared in the rain curtain, knelt down on one knee, and said: "Report to His Highness Prajna, Zhang Ruochen walked out of Wushen Temple."
Prajna's eyes were sparkling, and a beautiful and unparalleled smile appeared on his pale face, saying: "In his home court, Yan Wushen couldn't keep Zhang Ruochen.
In a confrontation, Zhang Ruochen was already the winner. With one Yuhuang and another Zhang Ruochen, the Blood Sky tribe is really interesting this time, with surprises everywhere."
There was a cold glint in Wujiang's eyes, and he said, "I'll go meet him for a while."
Before the voice fell, his figure had already disappeared into the pavilion.
In the hand of Huo Mei Yinji, she grabbed the blue paper umbrella that Wujiang was holding just now and said: "Fighting is prohibited in Hanye City. Isn't he afraid of breaking the rules?"
"Don't worry, they all know how to fight within the rules."
Prajna's hand was still open in the rain, feeling the coldness of the raindrops. The palm of his hand looked colorful, like a painting made of splashed ink.
Raindrops begin in the sky and end in her hands, completing their life.
This is its life's destiny!
"them?"
A surprised look appeared on Huo Mei Yin Ji's face.
The word "them" definitely cannot represent Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen. Are there other forces that are also preparing to attack Zhang Ruochen?
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Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen drank three glasses of wine before getting up and leaving.
After dragging the Blood-Crying Great Sage out from the space trap, Zhang Ruochen stepped out of the Wushu Temple first. Flames were burning all over his body, exuding the fragrance of flowers and wine, his hair was red-gold, and he made a "chichi" sound under his feet.
As soon as I walked out of the palace, strange flowers were growing on the ground in the garden, and petals were flying in the sky.
The monks guarding Wushen Temple retreated one after another, all of them extremely surprised.
The Blood-Crying Great Sage was both depressed and extremely curious. Did Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen break out into a fight? Who among them would win and who would lose?
He wanted to ask, but when he saw that Zhang Ruochen was in a very strange state, he restrained himself.
"Go back to Hanhai Manor."
Entering the Nine Dragon Chariot, Zhang Ruochen gave these instructions.
As the roar of Kowloon sounded, the chariot rushed out of Hanye City and drove on the streets.
In the carriage, Lian Xi had already walked down from the bed. She was dressed in purple, with a waist as slim as a willow, and hair as smooth as flowing clouds. She sniffed lightly with her Qiong nose, looked at Zhang Ruochen who seemed to be in extreme pain, and said: "You drink
A very strong drink?"
"Twelve flowers bloom."
Zhang Ruochen clasped his hands together and went all out to run the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra" to refine the wine power contained in the twelve blooming flowers.
Although Yan Wushen was testing his depth, the twelve blooming flowers were indeed a rare treasure. They had an extraordinary effect on tempering the body and breaking the shackles.
Yan Wushen was able to take out this wine and taste it with Zhang Ruochen, which shows that he is by no means a stingy and narrow-minded person.
Chi Kunlun staying by his side may not be a bad thing.
Lian Xi frowned and said: "You know that there are huge hidden dangers in your body. Whether it is a million times more masculine energy, Yan Shen's legs, three dragons and three elephants, they will all come back to bite you. How dare you swallow it?"
Drink wine with flaming properties?"
"Are you concerned about me?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Lian Xi said: "I'm just afraid that you will come to torture me again. Or, you will suffer backlash and die, and I will lose the best place to live in the hell world."
Zhang Ruochen stared at her with a strange look and said, "It seems that you have thought clearly and understand your situation. This is a good thing."
"I just hope you can agree that if you go to the merit battlefield in the future, you can let me go." Lian Xi said.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Do you still want to go back to heaven? Can you go back?"
"You don't have to worry about it! As long as you promise me, I will promise you that I will listen to you and be your most obedient maid in the hell world from now on." Lian Xi said.
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and said, "Okay! There is no use keeping a woman whose heart is not with me. I will help you leave whenever you want."
Being able to get Zhang Ruochen's promise, Lian Xi was completely relieved. Seeing that the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, he asked, "How can I help you?"
"With your cultivation, how can you help me?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.
Ling Xi showed a hesitant and gentle expression, and approached her. Just as she was about to make a move, Zhang Ruochen pushed her away and said: "I will rely on my own body to slowly digest the power of twelve flowers, and use its power."
, melt the shackles in the body. I have recorded your thoughts!"
"Crash."
The Blood-Crying Great Sage sat outside the car and looked at the deserted streets. He felt a strong doubt in his heart and became vigilant.
In the hell world, there is actually no difference between day and night. They are equally lively. Even if it rains, it should not be so quiet.
Suddenly, the Kowloon chariot stopped.
Lian Xi raised the car curtain with her beautiful hand and asked: "What's going on..."
She was surprised to find that the Bloody Sage, who had broken seventy-two shackles, was not sitting in the car at all, but disappeared silently. A layer of pink mist appeared on the street ahead.
With her strong mental power, she could feel the space in the pink mist stretching.
The fog became thicker and thicker, and rushed toward the Kowloon Chariot, swallowing up the surrounding buildings and streets.
Finally, Lian Xi's vision turned completely pink.
An uneasy feeling arose in her heart.
In the fog, a joking laughter sounded: "The Shadowless Fairy in the "Nine Immortals of Beauty" in Heaven actually came to the hell world and became Zhang Ruochen's maid. Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this?"
In the pink mist, a carriage appeared out of thin air, only ten feet away from the Kowloon chariot. The driver was a humanoid skeleton, with only the face covered with flesh and blood.
The laughter just now came from the carriage frame.
Ling Xi stared at the skeleton coachman and took a breath.
The coachman's intact face was exactly the same as the Bloody Sage.
Could it be that at that moment, the Blood-Crying Great Sage had been silently killed by the other party and turned into a skeleton?
Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and released his mental power.
However, as soon as the mental power came into contact with the pink mist, it was eroded, making it impossible to detect the opponent's reality.
At this moment, a ghostly mist appeared behind the Kowloon chariot, and a black carriage parked there. A hearty laugh came from the car: "Don't you feel humiliated to be Zhang Ruochen's maid? Wuying
Fairy, this matter has nothing to do with you, please leave immediately."
The three carriages were parked in a straight line, and the Kowloon chariot was blocked in the middle.
Ling Xi knew very well that if she left Zhang Ruochen, she would only become a prisoner of the next monk in the hell world. By then, the situation would be even more difficult than now.
"Who are you? Don't you know that fighting and killing are prohibited in Hanye City?" Lian Xi said.
Zhang Ruochen sat in the car and said: "The backgrounds of the two of them are quite remarkable. One is one of the three candidate goddesses of the Destiny Temple, the Great Sage Yanhong. The other is the seventh son of the Ghost Lord, Xiu, both of them are hundred.
One of the top ten existences in the Dzogchen Realm."
Ling Xi's face instantly turned pale.
She had known for a long time that Zhang Ruochen had enemies everywhere in the hell world. However, she had never expected that two such terrifying and powerful enemies would come to him at once.
How to break the situation next?
Since the other party killed the Blood-Crying Great Sage, it means that it is by no means as simple as testing and intimidation.
In the frame of the car blocking the front, the voice of the Great Sage Yanhong sounded, "Covered by my mist, you have lost your mental perception, and you can still judge the identity of this saint immediately. It seems to Zhang Ruochen that during this period, you
In Hanhai Manor, it is not just as simple as making love with Fairy Wuying."
In the carriage behind, he said: "You have never seen me, but you can recognize me. How do you do it?"
"Because you have always been my enemy that I take very seriously, and I remember everything about you by heart."
When Zhang Ruochen said this, he read one word: "Broken."
The Divine Fire of Purification surged out from the Nine Dragon Chariot and spread out in all directions like white clouds, burning the pink mist until it disappeared, breaking the illusion.
The appearance of the skeleton coachman no longer resembles that of the Blood-Crying Great Sage. Instead, he is wearing a bamboo hat and his appearance cannot be clearly seen.
"It turns out it was all an illusion. The purpose of that Yanhong Great Sage must be to scare us." Lian Xi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the real Blood-Crying Great Sage was entangled in silk-like pink mist threads, as if wrapped in a blood cocoon, unable to break free no matter what.
If the Great Sage Yanhong really dares to blatantly kill the Great Sage Xuewei in Hanye City, he will definitely offend the Blood God of War, and the Temple of Destiny will not be able to save her.
As the Divine Fire of Purification burned out, the threads of pink mist dispersed, and the Blood-Crying Great Sage escaped from the trap and quickly retreated to the side of the Nine Dragon Chariot.
His heart was extremely depressed.
I thought that by breaking the seventy-two shackles, I had been promoted to the level of a top master in the Hundred Shackles Realm. However, I didn't expect that I just accompanied Zhang Ruochen to a banquet and suffered two blows.
There is such a huge gap between him and those who are in the Great Perfection of the Hundred Flails Realm.
"Bang dong!"
"Bang dong!"
The wheels of the front and rear carriages slowly rotated and drove towards the Kowloon chariot.
Every time you advance one foot, the space will be compressed.
The space in the front and back directions seemed to turn into two invisible walls, slowly moving forward. The Kowloon chariot was pressed in place and unable to move, and all the stone slabs on the street were cracked.
"Bang bang."
There were nine explosions, and the nine dragon souls pulling the cart couldn't bear the squeeze of space and exploded, retreating back into the interior of the chariot.
However, the Blood-Crying Great Sage and Lian Xi were unable to retreat and could only rely on their own cultivation to bear the impact of space squeeze.
After the Nine Dragon Chariot was reforged, it was very close to the king's sacred weapon. However, when the front and rear carriages moved within ten feet, the chariot made a "squeaking" sound, and cracks appeared in some places.