Since there are many powerful people in the Nether Clan, the Rakshasa Clan is naturally not bad either.
If not, how could the hell realm be able to fight against all heaven realms at the same time?
When it comes to Princess Rakshasa and the ancient tea tree of the holy way, the Rakshasa clan must attach great importance to it. I wonder how many powerful people will be sent here?
When Zhang Ruochen and Luo Xu were preparing to exchange the ancient tea trees of the Holy Path, the news of Zhang Ruochen's ban quickly spread throughout the Eastern Holy City like the wind, causing an uproar.
Foreign monks are naturally unwilling to abide by this prohibition, and conflicts are inevitable.
However, after the Blue Sky Holy Dragon took action and suppressed more than a dozen of the top nine-step Holy Queens, the monks from all sides became quiet and did not dare to challenge Zhang Ruochen's majesty rashly.
Because of this, the number of monks entering the Holy City in the Eastern Territory every day has been greatly reduced. After all, many people are concerned about their appearance and are unwilling to pay the entry fee of 10,000 holy stones.
And all foreign monks who are in the Holy City of the Eastern Region will no longer leave the city easily to avoid being blocked from the Holy City when they come back.
What dissatisfied the monks from all sides the most is that the Blue Sky Holy Dragon not only sat at the Eight Ferry Gates, but also entered the Holy City of the Eastern Region to seize the opportunity and took away two hundred thousand year old holy medicines in succession.
In addition, the powerful men from the Hell Realm who were lurking in the Holy City of the Eastern Territory all chose to stay dormant and did not dare to show up at will again.
With Zhang Ruochen, the terrifying descendant of time and space, they might not be able to escape as long as they show their traces.
Outside the holy courtyard, a tall and graceful figure slowly walked out of the darkness, wearing tight-fitting black clothes, fully revealing her curvy figure.
She is none other than Han Qiu, who has a body of darkness.
At this moment, subtle fluctuations occurred in the space, and Zhang Ruochen's figure appeared in front of Han Qiu out of thin air.
"Your Highness, you are finally willing to summon me. I thought you had forgotten me!" Han Qiu had a look of resentment in his eyes.
Zhang Ruochen said seriously: "I summoned you because there is something important that I want you to do."
"Who does Your Highness want to kill?" Han Qiu asked.
She is now a fringe killer in the Temple of Death, and has been performing various assassination missions. As a result, she has been able to swallow up the essence and rules of the holy way of many strong men, and her cultivation strength has increased rapidly.
What the Dark Path is best at is swallowing, plundering, and transforming other people's rules of the Holy Path into its own. The speed of cultivation can be said to be beyond imagination.
Zhang Ruochen said: "This time is not about killing people, but asking you to take charge of the Holy City in the Eastern Region and integrate the monks who want to join me. I believe that this matter will not be difficult for you."
Ever since he came to the Holy City of the Eastern Territory, local monks from the Kunlun Realm have approached the Blue Sky Holy Dragon and wanted to join him.
This is actually not surprising. Today's Kunlun world is in turmoil, and many people are living precarious lives. Naturally, they want to find a strong backer.
And Zhang Ruochen has now realized that if he wants to fight against the hell world, he must not rely on just one person, but must unite various forces.
Since someone wanted to take refuge, Zhang Ruochen also had the idea of cultivating strong men. Anyway, he got a lot of training resources on True Dragon Island, which he could just use.
However, he obviously didn't have time to take care of these things now, so he summoned Han Qiu back.
Han Qiu has the strength, means, and ambition, and is the best candidate.
Hearing this, Han Qiu couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, and said: "Is His Highness planning to cultivate a force in the Holy City of the Eastern Region? Hey, it's interesting, just leave this matter to me."
Obviously, Han Qiu was extremely interested in doing this.
For her, this is really a great opportunity, which may allow her to achieve her goal of becoming a member of the Shengming Royal Family faster.
Turning his hands, Zhang Ruochen took out a space ring and said: "The cultivation resources contained in it are very precious. It is up to you to decide how to use it."
Han Qiu immediately reached out to take it. She was about to say that building a force would be very expensive, but she didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen had already prepared it.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen took out an artifact, a black holy bell only as big as a fist. It was the ancient artifact that contained dark divine power that was taken from the Son of Darkness.
Seeing the Holy Bell of Darkness, Han Qiu's eyes suddenly lit up, and the power of darkness in his body was released involuntarily.
"Your Highness, this..." Han Qiu looked at Zhang Ruochen eagerly.
Zhang Ruochen said: "This thing comes from the Dark Temple. If you can refine it, I will give it to you."
Hearing this, Han Qiu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and immediately mobilized the dark rules in his body, and together with the power of darkness, wrapped around the Dark Bell.
Although Han Qiu possesses the body of darkness, because he cannot enter the Dark Temple, he can only rely on himself to explore the path of darkness. It is extremely difficult to achieve great achievements.
Now, the appearance of an ancient artifact containing the secret of darkness has undoubtedly made Han Qiu see the light of day. No matter what, he must seize this opportunity.
It might contain the remaining knowledge of the dark gods.
"Buzz."
The Holy Bell of Darkness vibrated slightly, and dark secret lines emerged clearly, and actually flew towards Han Qiu.
Seeing this, Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but nodded secretly. As he expected, Han Qiu, as the controller of darkness, was indeed recognized by the Dark Bell.
There is no doubt that the giant of the Dark Temple who refined the Dark Bell must be a controller of darkness, not just a cultivator of darkness.
It didn't take long for the Holy Bell of Darkness to sink into the center of Han Qiu's eyebrows, completing the preliminary process of sacrifice.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Han Qiu thanked him seriously.
With a powerful divine artifact, her strength will skyrocket, and her use of the dark ways will become even more skillful.
Zhang Ruochen said: "I said, as long as you do things well for me, you will get everything you want."
Leaving these words behind, Zhang Ruochen used spatial movement and disappeared from the place without a trace.
"Including the Crown Princess? Or Queen Shengming? Tsk, she walked really fast."
The corners of Han Qiu's mouth raised slightly, and a special smile appeared in her eyes. She believed that the woman who would accompany Zhang Ruochen in the end would definitely be her.
Three days passed by in a blink of an eye.
Zhang Ruochen and Luo Xu quietly left the Eastern Holy City without disturbing anyone, and went straight to Ziyun Mountain.
Ziyun Mountain is shrouded in purple clouds all year round, hence its name. It occupies an area of thousands of miles and is home to many wild beasts.
"Zhang Ruochen, you are finally here!"
Following a cold voice, a very tall figure slowly walked out of the thick clouds.
It is more than three feet tall and has a standard Rakshasa form. What is different from ordinary Rakshasa is that the bone wings on its back are actually bright red, as if dyed red by blood.
Blood-red air currents surrounded this Rakshasa, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort.
"It's the Bloodwing Prince who is here." Luo Xu's eyes narrowed slightly.
The Blood Wing Prince was born with a pair of extremely special blood-colored bone wings, which are extremely hard and have amazing sharpness. They can cut off holy weapons and have killed countless creatures.
Among the Rakshasa tribe, Prince Bloodwing is one of the top strong men under the Great Sage, and is stronger than Prince Moro.
In terms of cruelty, the Bloodwing Prince is not inferior to Yan Wushen at all. He has slaughtered many meritorious local battlefields.
Zhang Ruochen was also observing the Bloodwing Prince, feeling the overwhelming evil aura emanating from his body, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of disgust in his heart.
The Bloodwing Prince looked at Zhang Ruochen, not concealing his murderous intention at all, and said: "Hand over Your Highness, Princess."
"As long as I see the Holy Ancient Tea Tree, I will naturally let her out." Zhang Ruochen said calmly.
The Bloodwing Prince's eyes became colder and colder. The Rakshasa clan had never been threatened like this before.
But he did not have a seizure, because the order he received was to bring Luo Qi back to the hell world safely.
After staring at Zhang Ruochen for a moment, the Bloodwing Prince took out a bright yellow holy box.
The holy box is a space treasure. When it is opened slowly, a tea tree with a height of ten thousand feet, as if it has spirituality and wisdom, flies out of the box on its own initiative.
As soon as it landed on the ground of Kunlun Realm, its roots were like a horned dragon, burrowing deep into the soil.
Return to your homeland and never want to leave again.
All the tea leaves on the tree have been picked, leaving them bare, but they exude a strong breath of life and aura, like the incarnation of a Confucian and Taoist sage.
This is the holy ancient tea tree planted by Confucian ancestors. It has grown for millions of years and always maintains strong vitality.
On the tree trunks and branches, mysterious words naturally grew out, which seemed to record the greatest principles in the universe.
In the eyes of the gods, the ancient tea tree of the holy way is of immeasurable value, and the various mysteries nurtured over millions of years can help them understand the supreme way of the gods.
The Bloodwing Prince said: "The ancient tea tree of the Holy Path is here, release Your Highness the Princess."
Zhang Ruochen didn't say anything. He turned over his hand and took out an exquisite space ball, and then released Luo Yi who was trapped in it.
Luo Yi seems to have no restraints on her body, but all her powers, including her mental power, have been completely blocked, and she has become no different from ordinary people.
Seeing the Bloodwing Prince, Luo Yi couldn't help but have a look of resentment in his eyes.
Luo Ji has always been proud and can plan everything, but he didn't expect that this time he would fall into the hands of Zhang Ruochen, and he would need to send strong men from the clan to exchange the treasures. Naturally, he felt very unhappy.
When the Bloodwing Prince saw Luo Yi's unparalleled beauty and noble figure, he showed an attentive look in his eyes and urged: "Exchange immediately, I don't want to waste time with you here."
Zhang Ruochen did not respond, but turned to look at Luo Xu.
Luo Xu understood immediately, took out a long wooden box, took out a scroll from it, and slowly opened it.
The scroll body of "Ten Thousand Houses of Lights" is extremely long. With Luo Xu's current cultivation strength, it can only be opened ten meters.
In fact, even the most powerful sage cannot fully open the entire "Lights of Ten Thousand Houses".
Although it was only opened ten meters, there was still a frightening ancient aura emanating from the scroll, making people feel as if they had returned to the ancient times when they drank blood.
Like the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths", the "Lights of Ten Thousand Houses" is also a treasure of the painting sect, and it can completely detect whether there are problems with the ancient tea trees of the holy way.
Motivated by the holy energy, tiny points of light flew out from the scroll and turned into thousands of lights, seemingly trying to dispel all the darkness.
Seeing Luo Xu's actions, the Bloodwing Prince couldn't help but frown slightly, but did not stop him.
"Wow."
Resonating with the "Ten Thousand Houses of Lights", the branches of the holy ancient tea tree sway and shed the crystal light.
Seeing this, Luo Xu couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his face, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He was really worried about the Rakshasa tribe's manipulation. No matter what, they didn't want anything to go wrong with this last holy ancient tea tree.