Not sure whether he wanted to repay Zhang Ruochen's favor or felt that Zhang Ruochen was honest enough, Yan Zhexian actually agreed.
However, she has conditions.
Since Zhang Ruochen claimed that he was taking her out to visit scenic spots and historic sites, he had to keep his word.
Zhang Ruochen was extremely surprised when he heard this condition. He thought she would take the opportunity to blackmail him. He couldn't help but think about whether Yan Zhexian had an ulterior motive?
"Do you agree or not?" Yan Zhexian pursed his lips and urged.
"Okay! I have been in seclusion for many days, and I am very quiet and restless. It would be a good thing to take this opportunity to walk more and increase my experience." Zhang Ruochen agreed.
The two entered the Seven-Star Emperor Palace.
Eighteen ghost kings of the Six Tribulations carried the huge palace, rolled up a thick cold ghost mist, and swaggered towards the Holy Land of the Rotten Clan with great momentum.
A Le sat on the stone steps outside the palace, holding his iron sword at an angle, meditating lonely and indifferently, not knowing what he was thinking.
Seven monks, led by Da Sikong and Er Sikong, followed behind.
"Walk faster, take your time."
Da Sikong gave Zhen Sha a stick on his butt. Zhen Sha was not angry at all and took a step forward.
After learning that Zhang Ruochen wanted to go to the Holy Land of the Fu Clan, the true color "Magpie God Son" and the true anger "Tian Shuzi" were overjoyed at first, and then began to worry about gains and losses.
The reason for the joy is, of course, because almost all the great saints and powerful men in the Temple of Death gathered in the Holy Land of the Rotten Clan. Zhang Ruochen's departure must be a disaster. And they can also regain their freedom.
The reason for worrying about gains and losses is that Zhang Ruochen didn't have a certain degree of confidence, so how could he dare to go to the Holy Land of the Fu Clan?
What is Zhang Ruochen's purpose in going to the Holy Land of the Fu Clan?
Besides, with their current appearance, if they went to the Holy Land of the Rotten Clan and were seen by the great saints of the Temple of Death, wouldn't they be laughed at for the rest of their lives?
In the Seven Star Emperor Palace.
Yan Zhexian asked: "In the Goddess Tower of Destiny God Realm, the emperor who helped me win the bet was transformed by you, right?"
"Um."
Zhang Ruochen responded while counting the boxes he got from the Demon Wolf Clan.
"Why?"
"No reason, it's just a matter of effort."
Yan Zhexian was a little dissatisfied with the answer and said, "Is it because of the child in my belly?"
Zhang Ruochen finished counting and put them all into the space rings. Then he stared at her seriously and replied: "I actually already know that there is no intimate relationship between the two of us."
Hearing this, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Yan Zhexian's snow-white face.
turn out to be……
He already knew it!
Zhang Ruochen continued, "However, outsiders don't know. So we get closer and even show our affection, so that the face of the Yama clan will not be too ugly. This is your idea, right?"
Yan Zhexian's embarrassment disappeared, and his expression turned cold, saying: "It's good to know, so you'd better not have any wrong thoughts about me. Our relationship can only stay at the level of mutual cooperation."
"Understood, this is what I need too." Zhang Ruochen said cheerfully.
"snort!"
Yan Zhexian snorted and walked straight out of the palace in a hurry.
Zhang Ruochen did not chase her, but took out the quasi-emperor grade holy pill "Holy Soul Pill" he had just obtained and prepared to swallow it and refine it.
Yan Zhexian, who was walking to the door, suddenly stopped, turned around and said with a bit of grace: "The Temple of Death is respected among the dead clan. It has profound knowledge and many masters. You'd better be careful."
"Thank you Miss Zhexian for your concern." Zhang Ruochen sat on the ground and saluted her.
Yan Zhexian waved his sleeves and walked away, feeling inexplicable resentment in his heart, and said secretly: "It's just a transaction, just treat it as a show for the monks all over the world, so as not to make those guys secretly laugh at me or criticize the Yama clan. It's really annoying.
Extremely."
Today, the royal city of hundreds of clans, which has always been a popular place, once again caused a sensation.
After many days, Zhang Ruochen swaggered onto the street again, riding in the Seven-Star Imperial Palace with an incredible high profile. What really surprised everyone was the seven monks following behind the Seven-Star Imperial Palace.
"Am I right? That's the Son of Magpie God?"
"There are also Uncle Tian and the three gods of death in white."
"Oh my god, why are they all tonsured and wearing monk's robes? Do they really want to convert to Buddhism?"
"The five great sages from the Temple of Death, who were in a state of eternal death, turned into monks. This is a rare miracle even in Yuanhui."
"Zhang Ruochen is too bold. Now there is something good to be seen. Just wait and see, the Temple of Death will definitely take action."
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Everyone spread the news one after another, and more and more monks followed behind the Seven-Star Emperor Palace to watch.
The holy land of the Fu tribe is called Mubenze.
It is a black mud swamp covering an area of hundreds of miles. Because there are a large number of ghost mountains and peaks scattered around it, the terrain is like a basin, so it is called "Mud Pot".
There is no grass growing in the mud basin, and the Yin Qi is permeating all year round, and the power of corruption is strong.
Today, two big figures from the Temple of Death came to Mubenze, one was called Haike and the other was called Nan Sheng.
These two people are both in the realm of death, but they have already been listed in the "Shenchu Scroll". They are more famous among the dead people, and are even more famous than the Son of Magpie and Uncle Tian. It was Yuan Qianmo who personally wrote a letter to invite them here.
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To welcome these two people, a grand holy banquet was held in the Holy Land of the Fu Clan.
One by one, the beautiful Rakshasa girls put the jade plates with human heads on their heads, lined up in a long line, and presented them to Nan Sheng one after another.
"Southern Saint likes to eat human heads", this is a well-known fact throughout the hell world.
At the other end, a group of undead vampire maids with wings were holding luminous emerald bowls with babies in them, presenting them to the sea travelers.
"Haike loves young babies and eats eight hundred of them every day", which is also famous all over the world.
Nan Sheng and Haike sat at the top. Originally, the great saints from the Temple of Silence and Death sat on the left and right sides below.
As for the monks of the Fu clan, including the clan emperor, they all stood and waited on them cautiously.
"I actually ate a thousand of them today. When I'm full, I'll put away the rest and offer them to me tomorrow."
After Haike ate the thousandth baby, he grabbed an undead vampire slave girl with one hand, held it in his arms, and squeezed her hand up and down until they screamed.
Just like the undead vampires can capture the Ghost King of Six Tribulations and carry him to the palace, it is normal for other clans to accept the undead vampires as their slaves. However, doing so in a formal setting is more or less humiliating.
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The eighteen Six-Tribulation Ghost Kings who carried Zhang Ruochen to the Seven-Star Emperor Palace were the Blood God of War who did this on purpose to disgust the Ghost Lord.
After Nan Sheng ate a thousand heads, he waved his hand to the Rakshasa girls to retreat.
Unlike Haike, he is an extremely elegant-looking man who looks somewhat similar to a human being, with two strands of white hair on his temples.
Nan Shengdao: "I was practicing in Tiannan. If I hadn't given Yuan Qianmo face, I wouldn't have come this time. Who can tell me why in the Temple of Death, a man as strong as a crucian carp crossing a river was killed by a
The great sage of Baiyong Realm has lost his face?"
Haike showed his sharp fangs and laughed ferociously: "A bunch of trash, even if Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, he is only at the Hundred Flails Realm. He actually captured five great saints of the Ten Thousand Death Realm. How can you still resist?
Are you embarrassed to sit here? Waste, everything is waste."
All the great saints in the Temple of Death were embarrassed and uneasy when asked, and no one dared to argue.
After all, these two people in front of me have terrifying backgrounds. If nothing happens, they will succeed Yuan Qianmo in the future and become the mainstay of the Death Temple in the secular world.
In a fit of rage, they ate the head of a certain great sage in the Temple of Death, and probably only received a few words of reprimand from the gods.
Yuan Jingan laughed: "Zhang Ruochen's demigod body is very powerful and has a huge advantage in the royal city of hundreds of clans."
Another great sage quickly followed up and said: "Yes, the main reason is that the environment is too favorable to him. If it were anywhere else, Uncle Tian and Son of Magpie would never lose to him."
"A demigod body, so what about a demigod body? It's just brute strength... Haha, I also have brute strength." Haike's arms were as thick as elephant legs, and with two explosions, he knocked out the two undead vampire maids in his arms.
, crushed into two masses of blood mist.
The other undead blood clan maids were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground and trembled.
Nan Sheng smiled calmly and said: "In terms of physical strength, who can compare to Haike? His physical body is originally a divine body, and it has been tempered in the Unfixed Sea of Gods for thousands of years. Let alone a demigod's physical body, even some weaker ones
The supreme dharma body can be shattered with one punch."
Although Haike is a dead race, he was transformed from a divine corpse.
"Zhang Ruochen's mental power is also very strong." Yuan Yuan said silently.
A look of contempt appeared in Nan Sheng's eyes, and the word "Xing" came out of his mouth.
"Wow!"
In this world, densely packed figures appeared, countless.
Each one is formed by Nan Sheng’s spiritual power and thoughts.
"By!"
Another word rang out.
The figures all over the sky rushed into Nan Sheng's body like hummingbirds returning to their nests.
Nan Shengdao: "Do you think my spiritual power is stronger, or Zhang Ruochen's?"
Yuan Ji laughed loudly: "Nan Sheng worships under the disciples of the Seven Great Masters of Tiannan. Whether it is the strength of his mental power or the use of his mental power, Zhang Ruochen cannot compare with him."
According to legend, there are four legendary figures in the hell world whose spiritual power has reached the ninetieth level.
Supreme Lord Yama, the Palace of Great Tribulation in the Void.
Xinghai Angler, Tiannan Life and Death Market.
The seven great men that Ji originally mentioned were the seven disciples of the one from Tiannan Life and Death Ruins. Each of his disciples was named after a number.
Seven is his last disciple.
Even though he is only the Seventh Disciple, many gods have to call him Seventh Master when they see him.
Of course, these four spiritual legends are all proverbs left over a hundred thousand years ago, and they were powerful in the battle between gods.
No one knows whether any of them have died in the past 100,000 years.
It is also unknown whether a new ninety-level spiritual power will be born.
Haike couldn't wait any longer and said: "Let's go, go and capture that kid now. I will definitely let him know what it means to be unable to survive or to die. Not even in the body of a demigod. I will tear him to pieces with my own hands."
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Suddenly, a monk from the rot tribe rushed to the foot of the holy banquet steps with a frightened expression, and said in a panic: "Zhang...Zhang...Zhang Ruochen is here, Zhang Ruochen is here...comes to the Holy Land..."
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Tonight, I have been checking Moments and Weibo, reading information related to Dr. Li Wenliang, and I feel particularly uncomfortable. I hope all sentient beings can achieve a miracle with their thoughts.
Those who hold wages for others should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.