The hundred-day battle of Huntian finally came to an end.
All the monks from the ten tribes who participated in the battle were teleported back to the Destiny Mountain by the Divine Eye of All Realms. There were casualties from all tribes, and the battle was very cruel.
The surviving Tiannu were also teleported back. There were 3,456 in total, and most of them were semi-saints or saints. They were the ones who slipped through the net and had very few points.
Among them, only four Great Sage Heavenly Slaves have killed immortal vampire monks, saved their lives, and gained freedom.
The remaining more than 3,000 heavenly slaves were killed on the spot, and their flesh and blood and holy souls were divided and eaten by monks of various races. It was worse than dying on the battlefield of Huntian.
The points data on the diamond-shaped lenses have all disappeared. No one knows the outcome of the battle between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen at the last moment. All the monks participating in the battle are waiting anxiously.
"The roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon sounded, and the picture reflected by the eyes of the gods of all realms was shattered. I don't know what happened?"
"Why are there the sounds of tigers roaring and dragons roaring on the hunting battlefield?"
"Could it be that the gods intervened in the Battle of Hunting Sky? At that time, I sensed an extremely powerful divine power. If not for the Divine Eye of All Realms teleporting me away in time, I would have been shattered by the roar."
A great sage from the ghost race who entered the immortal realm for the first time said with lingering fear.
At that time, he happened to be staying on the ghost clan's own star.
A great sage from the Green Deer Temple asked Greedy Baby in a low voice, "Senior Brother Greedying, the Battle of Hunting Sky is over. Why haven't Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen returned yet?"
The corner of Greedy Baby's mouth raised, and he said: "Some accidents did happen on the Huntian battlefield. I'm afraid the two of them won't be able to come back!"
This sentence was heard by many monks.
So they all came forward to ask about the specific situation, but Greedy Baby held his hands on his chest, being very cold and sarcastic, and ignored them. Apart from the monks of Qinglu Temple, in this era, he only looked up to Zhang Ruochen.
Que, Yan Wushen and a few others. In his opinion, the other monks were not qualified to talk to him.
The great sages of the undead vampire clan gathered together. After hearing Greedy Baby's words, they all had solemn expressions and were more anxious than any other clan.
Only Mo Yin remained calm and composed, not believing that Zhang Ruochen would have an accident. You know, if Zhang Ruochen fell on the Huntian battlefield, she would also die with him.
Of course, ordinary monks don't know this secret.
Even most of the monks didn't even know that she was a parasitic plant cultivated by Zhang Ruochen.
Lian Xi, Hong, Zhou Zhen, and Shen Tu Yunkong, who followed Zhang Ruochen to attend the Heaven Hunting Banquet, were still in Mingxi. When they heard all the news about Zhang Ruochen, they suddenly felt as if the sky had fallen.
In the hell world, without Zhang Ruochen's protection, they might immediately become blood eaters.
At this moment, there was a monk from the Rakshasa tribe, holding the thigh of a celestial slave and munching on it as he walked past them.
Each of them was nervous. For the first time, they deeply realized that Zhang Ruochen was so important to them and that their own lives were so fragile.
"Zhang Ruochen, you must not die. What will we do if you die?" Zhou Zhen thought with a bitter look on his face.
Ling Xi habitually raised her head and looked at the sky.
There is nothing in the sky.
But in the past hundred days of the Shoutian Battle, she had seen with her own eyes from the projection screen in the sky that Zhang Ruochen had created miracles again and again, stepping to the top of the Shoutian Battlefield.
There seemed to be endless fighting power in that man's body and he would never fall.
"He probably won't fall on the last day." Lian Xi thought in her heart.
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As if he had been sleeping for a thousand years, Zhang Ruochen's burning and painful body was moistened by a cool force, and the pain disappeared, replaced by an incomparable sense of pleasure.
Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and found himself lying on the white beach.
Although the sun in the sky is bright, the light is not so dazzling. When it shines on the body, it feels warm, as if bathing in a divine spring, and the whole body, limbs and bones relax.
In the distance, the sea water is as blue as water, with rippling waves, and seabirds swooping down to eat fish. The scenery is beautiful and vibrant, completely different from the darkness and death of the hell world.
Next to you, a giant tree hundreds of meters high sprouted green leaves and dense branches hanging down, like a green umbrella. On the leaves, little crystal rays of light escaped, like white rain.
Sitting up, Zhang Ruochen had a trace of confusion on his face and said to himself: "Where am I?"
"This is the divine world of Lord Fulu!" a voice sounded.
Zhang Ruochen turned around and saw that there was a white tiger about five meters long lying next to him. It had a huge head and a very fat butt, which could be regarded as bulging forward and backward.
The strange thing is that it doesn't have a single hair on its body, its skin is as white as jade, and there is a shining golden word "Burial" on the top of its head.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes shrank, he immediately stood up and asked cautiously: "Senior, is that you?"
"It's me, of course it's me."
The Golden Buried White Tiger turned over and stood up, shaking off the sand on his body.
When Zhang Ruochen saw the Golden Burial White Tiger for the first time on the Ghost Clan's own planet, it exuded terrifying power. Its body was so huge that a single head could fill Zhang Ruochen's field of vision.
As for its current appearance, it is slightly larger than an ordinary tiger, and its momentum is completely restrained.
The only special feature is that he is completely hairless.
Zhang Ruochen thought of something, his expression changed, and he said, "Is this the divine world of Lord Fulu?"
Then, he looked around carefully.
How does this look like a divine world?
There is no difference from the real world.
Release mental power to explore, completely unable to perceive the edges of the world.
The more I probe, the more frightened I become.
In this divine world, there are not only mountains, rivers and oceans, but also all kinds of creatures. Some powerful creatures have even reached the realm of the Immortal Realm.
As for whether there are more powerful creatures further away in the world, it is unknown.
What’s even more unknown is whether these creatures were captured by Fulu God, or they were bred naturally. If it is the latter, then Zhang Ruochen has to say that Fulu God must have been created by Gong Shen, and his cultivation level has reached
The point of inconceivability.
One person is a big world.
He is the creator of this world.
"No, the gods can know everything in the world of gods. Will the Lord Fulu already know some of my memories, or directly read my thoughts?" Zhang Ruochen's heart became uneasy.
Facing a terrifying and powerful man that he could not fathom, it was difficult for Zhang Ruochen to remain calm.
The voice of the Golden Burial White Tiger sounded in Zhang Ruochen's mind: "Don't worry, you have merged with my ultimate Golden Burial Qi, and I will protect you. No god can read your memories and thoughts. Even the gods can
, not even possible."
Zhang Ruochen stared at it, feeling even worse.
It's over, with this tiger here, don't try to keep any secrets in the future.
Burying Gold White Tiger said: "Don't worry, I won't read your thoughts anytime and anywhere."
You still said no, why are you still reading it now?
The Golden Burying White Tiger said: "If you don't ask me, of course I can only read it. Besides, this is the divine world of Lord Fulu. You don't seem to want to expose some secrets and can't ask, so I can only read it.
Your thoughts, communicate with you.”
Zhang Ruochen was completely speechless and wanted to make his mind go blank.
The Golden Burying White Tiger said: "Don't be so nervous. You have passed my test and are now my guide. Our destiny has been connected. You don't need to be on guard against me."
"You are the god of hell." Zhang Ruochen thought.
Burying Gold White Tiger said: "No, I do not belong to the hell world, I come from the ancient nest of the gods."
Although Zhang Ruochen had already guessed it, he was still shocked when he heard the Golden Burial White Tiger admit it himself.
The Ancient Nest of Gods is one of the most mysterious places in the universe and is known as the relics of prehistoric civilization.
Zhang Ruochen relaxed a little and finally spoke, asking: "You just said that I am your guide. What do you mean?"
"Now that you are awake, come with me to see Lord Fulu. He will tell you what a guide is. Get on my back and I will take you to see him."
Zhang Ruochen showed a hesitant look and said: "This...isn't good! It's better for seniors to lead from the front, and I'll fly behind. Just keep up."
Just kidding, this one in front of me is a divine beast from the Ancient Nest of Gods, an existence that can stand on equal footing with the gods of hell.
Even the gods dare not use it as a mount.
How dare he, a mere great sage?
"Depending on your cultivation, even if you fly for ten years, you won't be able to get there. Don't wait any longer, come up." said the Golden Burying White Tiger.
Zhang Ruochen saw that it seemed to be serious, so he took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, jumped up and landed on its back.
It's really fantastic, the great sage can actually fly on a mythical beast.
"Wow——"
A peaceful white light bloomed from the Golden Burial White Tiger's body, turned into a ray of light, flew towards a certain direction in the divine world, and crashed into the void. Where the void was hit, regular lines appeared.
After a flash, the regular lines disappeared again.
"The injuries on my body seem to have healed." Zhang Ruochen said.
The White Tiger Burying Gold guessed what Zhang Ruochen was thinking, and said: "Don't worry so much. I helped you recover half of your injuries. Lord Fulu didn't investigate you, so he didn't know you had the heart of truth."
Zhang Ruochen fainted and wanted to jump off the Golden Burial White Tiger.
Really, there are no secrets at all.
After a long time, Zhang Ruochen calmed down and said secretly, "Calm down, you must be calm. Because I am fused with the aura of the Jidao Burial Gold, it can read my thoughts anytime and anywhere. Other gods certainly can't."
"You are right, it is indeed the case. In a sense, the relationship between the two of us is closer and more equal than the relationship between human husbands and wives. You should trust me absolutely." The White Tiger Burying Gold
road.
Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and said to himself: "If the relationship is so close and equal, why can only you read my thoughts and not me?"
"Because your cultivation level is not as high as mine, and your mental strength is not as high as mine. If one day in the future, you surpass me, you can naturally turn everything around." said the Golden Burying White Tiger.
There is absolutely no way to refute it.
Zhang Ruochen no longer thought about these messy things and asked: "You said that you helped me recuperate half of my injuries. So, what about the other half?"
"The other half is, of course, yourself. Your self-healing ability is very powerful. I suspect that even if you are torn into pieces, your body can be put back together again. However, it will take a very long time."
Bai Hu said.
Zhang Ruochen stopped asking questions and began to think about how to empty himself so that he would not think about anything.
Being read by a tiger all the time is no different than taking off all your clothes and running naked on the street.
"If you feel that reading your memory makes you feel conflicted and uncomfortable, then from now on, I will no longer read it."
Just after saying this, before Zhang Ruochen could reply with a "good" word, the Golden White Tiger said again: "But, I read your thoughts just because I want to know more about you. Only in this way can we get along better in the future.
."
"Let's go and see Lord Fulu first."
As he said this, what Zhang Ruochen was thinking about was how to get rid of the identity of "leader".
This gold-buried white tiger seems to be easy to get along with. It also helps him heal his injuries and acts as his mount. He is completely silly and sweet. However, Zhang Ruochen has too many secrets. He doesn't want to be known by outsiders. He must not keep them secret.
Carry it with you.
The best thing is to let the Blood Queen extract the Ji Dao Gold Burial Qi from his body and completely cut off contact with the Gold Burial White Tiger.
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The Golden Burial White Tiger took Zhang Ruochen to a sea area in the world of gods.
Yan Wushen stood on top of a green dragon, already waiting on the sea. When he saw Zhang Ruochen arriving, he first showed a surprised look on his face, and then smiled knowingly.
The White Tiger Buried in Gold fell to the sea, treading water with all four legs as if it were walking on flat ground.
Zhang Ruochen carefully looked at the swastika green dragon under Yan Wushen's body, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he finally understood where the ten dragon souls in his body came from.
So he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior."
"I see that you have integrated the Ji Dao Burial Gold Qi, and you are probably the leader chosen by Tiger, so I will help you. In fact, with your physique and perseverance, you may not be able to survive that catastrophe."
Swastika Qinglong Road.
"Crash."
In the sky, clouds and fog rolled.
Layers of white clouds pressed toward the sea, condensing into a majestic gaseous face. The aura it exuded made the two great saints Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen feel their whole bodies sink, and they couldn't help but want to kneel down.
Worship.
However, they were all extraordinary people, and they held their bodies strong and did not kneel down.
"Meet the deity." Yan Wushen took the lead in bowing and saluting.
Zhang Ruochen clasped his fists and said, "Meet the God."
The gaseous face of God Fulu made a deafening voice: "Very good, you two are both very good, and you are qualified to represent the hell world and become the guide of the two prehistoric gods in the ancient nest of the gods."
Zhang Ruochen immediately spoke and said: "Honored God, can you not be the leader?"
Yan Wushen was surprised and looked sideways.
He knows that Zhang Ruochen is very arrogant, but you actually don't even look down on the status of "the leader of the prehistoric god species". Are you not taking the prehistoric god species seriously?
Did you know that many gods want to be the guides of the Golden Buried White Tiger, but have no chance?
Before the Lord Welfare could ask, the Golden Burial White Tiger said first: "Lord Fulu, I have a secret that I need to report to you. It concerns the monk on my back."
Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen's face condensed.
No, this white tiger is too unprincipled and just doesn't want to be your guide. Are you going to turn your back on me now?
Zhang Ruochen only knew that the White Tiger Burying Gold could read his thoughts, but it was still unknown whether it could read his memories.
If the memory could be read, the trouble would be huge and many people would be affected.
Most likely it can read memories. After all, its mental power is much stronger than Zhang Ruochen's. When Zhang Ruochen was sleeping, his mental defense was extremely low, and he was afraid that he might have done anything to him!
What a beast.
I thought you were silly and sweet, but I didn't expect you to be a scheming bitch.