God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen's injuries were indeed quite serious. Even after taking the Dead Wood Pill, it took about two days to recover.

Next, Zhang Ruochen decided to retreat for a period of time and go all out to improve his cultivation.

"The thirty-six orifices in the chest and abdomen have all been opened. I only need to refine the divine blood or refine the White Tiger Divine Dew to sanctify the orifices. Once the thirty-six orifices are sanctified, the physical strength will definitely become stronger."

Refining the divine blood and refining the White Tiger Divine Dew can both temper the physical body and sanctify the orifices. Of course, there are some differences between the two.

The divine blood contains a majestic divine power and a huge amount of blood.

Refining the divine blood can not only sanctify the orifices, but also absorb the cultivation insights of the gods, thereby improving one's own cultivation.

Relatively speaking, the power contained in the White Tiger Divine Dew is more refined than the divine blood. Although it can only be used to sanctify the orifices and temper the physical body, it is easier to absorb.

"At this stage, I must improve my cultivation as soon as possible, and it is best to refine the divine blood."

Zhang Ruochen took out a can of divine blood and placed it in front of him. His hands emitted white holy light and injected the holy light into the wooden can.

"Wow--"

Nearly a thousand drops of divine blood flew out of the wooden can, emitting an extremely powerful sacred aura, much like a dazzling blood-colored star hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head.

The blood light emitted by the divine blood, with extremely fine threads, radiated outwards, connected with other divine blood, and completely covered the space of a hundred feet in radius.

Those threads are actually the rules contained in the divine blood.

It is precisely because the divine blood contains very complex rules that the cultivation of the cultivator will be significantly improved after refining the divine blood.

Zhang Ruochen practiced the sixth level of the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra", and all 100,000 pores on his body opened up, and began to absorb and exhale the power emitted by the divine blood.

Now, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation is only the early stage of the seventh-level semi-saint, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Three months passed quickly.

All the thirty-six acupoints distributed in Zhang Ruochen's waist and abdomen were sanctified, and connected with the thirty-six acupoints in his arms to form a circulation system.

"Hua La."

The blood circulated rapidly for a cycle, and suddenly, all the seventy-two acupoints in his waist, abdomen, and arms emitted white light.

"Seventy-two of the one hundred and forty-four acupoints in the human body have been sanctified. Even if I don't circulate the holy energy, with my current physical strength, I should be able to compete with an ordinary ninth-level semi-saint with my bare hands."

Zhang Ruochen's clothes had long been burned, exposing his upper body, revealing a very well-proportioned figure with obvious but not exaggerated muscles.

The light emitted from his back, chest, abdomen, and arms connected into a network, forming a rather strange pattern.

After sanctifying the thirty-six acupoints in his chest and abdomen, Zhang Ruochen refined more than two thousand drops of divine blood in total, directly raising his realm to the peak of the seventh-level semi-saint.

If not, there is a clear dividing line between the seventh-level semi-saint and the eighth-level semi-saint. With such a huge amount of divine blood absorbed by Zhang Ruochen, he can definitely break through to the eighth-level semi-saint.

Now, he is stuck in the realm of the seventh-level semi-saint. The whole person is like a blazing furnace. The huge power in his body has nowhere to vent. It is running around, rushing around, and expanding to the extreme, as if it is going to burst him to death.

In this case, he must immediately swallow the eighth-grade Saint Yuan Pill to impact the eighth-level semi-saint and resolve the expanding power in his body by breaking through the realm.

Of course, there is another way, that is, through a fierce battle, break the barrier of the realm, and then impact the eighth-level semi-saint and consume the violent power in the body.

In fact, both methods require breaking through the realm.

However, the former is relatively gentle, while the latter is a fierce method, which requires constantly stimulating and squeezing oneself to finally break through the shackles of the realm.

"Since there is no eighth-grade Saint Yuan Pill, it seems that only the second method can be chosen." Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

Fight.

Must fight.

Since it was going to be a fierce battle, it was natural to choose a strong opponent, otherwise, it would not be possible to force oneself.

After careful consideration, Zhang Ruochen finally decided to choose the prince of the Qingtian tribe as the whetstone for his promotion to the eighth-level semi-saint.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ruochen took Qing Mo and walked out of the Qiankun Divine Tree Map and headed for the outer edge of the blood-red Gobi Desert.

As for other cultivators, they were still practicing in the scroll world, trying to improve their cultivation.

Qing Mo's face was particularly beautiful, and she looked only ten years old, like a little girl about to bloom.

On her fair face, she showed a timid look, and asked worriedly: "Mr. Zhang, are you really going to find the undead blood clan of the Qingtian tribe alone? Is it too dangerous?"

"If it's not dangerous, I won't go!"

Knowing that this trip was quite dangerous, Zhang Ruochen acted quite calmly, with a very relaxed smile on his face.

If it wasn't dangerous, how could he force himself to reach the eighth-level semi-saint realm?

In fact, there are risks in doing anything. It depends on whether the reward of doing this thing can attract you to take risks. Obviously, as long as you can reach the realm of the eighth-level semi-saint, no matter how big the risk is, it is worth a try. For a long time, the undead blood clan has been hiding in the dark, promoting the conflict between the human race and the wild beasts, so as to collect a steady stream of high-grade blood. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

This time, Zhang Ruochen decided to take the initiative, even if he could not shake the Qingtian tribe with his own strength. However, Zhang Ruochen must at least force them to come to the surface and not let them continue to hide in the dark and reap the benefits.

Qing Mo lowered his head, bit his lip gently, and said: "The masters of the Qingtian tribe are like a cloud, like a dragon pond and a tiger's den. Even an ancient sect would not dare to collide with them head-on. There are only two of us, aren't we going to die? Really? It’s too dangerous, let’s go back! If Your Highness knows that I’m taking you to the Qingtian Tribe’s camp, you’ll definitely beat me to death.”

Zhang Ruochen had a strange look in his eyes, stopped and stared at Qing Mo carefully.

Qingmo's eyes met Zhang Ruochen's, and he looked a little guilty. He immediately looked away and said, "Master Zhang...what...what's wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a puzzled look and said: "You are a green ink holy vine that has grown for 40,000 years, and your cultivation level is still higher than that of Senior Sister Huang. Even if she brings you to the Kunlun Realm, you don't need to be so afraid of her." Right? Aren’t you in an equal relationship?”

You must know that the cultivation level of the 40,000-year-old green ink holy vine is by no means as simple as that of a lower-level saint.

Even if Qing Mo rarely contacts people and is timid, he wouldn't be so afraid of a Half-Saint, right?

Qing Mo's fingers kept tugging at the corners of his clothes, and he was extremely nervous. He muttered, "There's no need to be afraid. I... I just feel that she will be very worried if we do such a dangerous thing behind her back."

"If you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, how will she know?" Zhang Ruochen smiled.

Qing Mo's spiritual sense is very amazing, and he can sense the smallest clues. Only by taking her with him can he find the camp of the undead vampires.

Qing Mo did not disappoint Zhang Ruochen. It only took one day to find the oasis where the Qingtian tribe was hiding.

There is a formation master in the Qingtian tribe, who has deployed a huge hidden formation, completely covering the entire oasis.

Even with Zhang Ruochen's mental strength, he only found some traces left by the opponent's formation when he got close to the oasis.

"Zhang Ruochen, there is an attack formation in the oasis, which is quite dangerous... Let's go back!" Qing Mo was a little scared, worried about an accident.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Since you can see through the formation inscriptions of the attack formation, you should also be able to decipher the formation, right?"

Qing Mo nodded, then shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen felt very confused and didn't know if she could break the formation.

Qing Mo finally nodded and said: "I have a kind of flame that can be used to make fire for cooking. It can also burn the formation inscriptions and directly refine the formation into a gaseous state."

After a pause, she added: "Theoretically, this is true, but I have never tried it."

Zhang Ruochen always felt that Qing Mo was less reliable than Xiao Hei, and he was worried that she would lose control at the critical moment, so he asked: "What kind of flame do you control?"

Qing Mo stretched out a small jade-white hand, with five slender fingers like snow onions, slowly unfolding, and a ball of green flame emerged in the palm of his hand.

Just when the flames emerged, Zhang Ruochen felt an extremely dangerous aura. The hairs on his body stood up in an instant, and he instinctively took a step back.

The temperature of the flame is actually not high, but the dangerous smell makes people feel creepy.

"Infinite Holy Fire."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised and had to re-examine the seemingly ignorant girl in front of him.

According to legend, the immeasurable holy fire can burn saints to death and melt thousands of holy weapons. It is definitely a very rare flame.

How could it not be surprising that a seemingly weak and weak girl could master such a terrifying flame and could also absorb the flame into her body?

What Zhang Ruochen couldn't understand even more was that she actually just used the infinite holy fire to make a fire to cook.

Since he has the immeasurable holy fire, it is not difficult for Qing Mo to break the attack formation in the oasis.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen's space power can also break the formation, but once he falls into the formation, anything can happen, and he may not have time to deal with it.

Qing Mo stayed outside the oasis and might be able to help him at the critical moment.

At this moment, in the oasis, all the important figures of the Qingtian tribe gathered under an ancient golden tree and were discussing some important matters.

Prince Qingtian sat in the top seat, neatly dressed, handsome, with a noble and elegant temperament.

That kind of temperament can only be possessed by a truly superior person.

Princess Yanxin, Zuotian Blood Saint, Chang Wan, Gui Wu, and some ninth-level half-saints from the undead blood race, all stood on both sides below Prince Qingtian.

None of the people present were weak, and they were all famous figures in the Kunlun world. However, none of them dared to look directly at Prince Qingtian.

Prince Qingtian's strength was too terrifying, one or two levels higher than them.

Prince Qingtian took the lead in staring at Gui Wu and said, "Gui Wu, your injury has healed, right?"

"After taking the Holy Blood Pill given by His Highness the Crown Prince, my subordinate has not only recovered from his injuries, but his level also seems to have improved somewhat." Guiwu was very respectful to Prince Qingtian, clasping his fists with both hands and saluting upward.

Immediately afterwards, Guiwu said again: "Although my subordinates failed this time, they still found out some details about Zhang Ruochen. There are at least four beast king-level experts around him, and he must have a huge power. "

The eyes of Prince Qingtian exuded bright brilliance, and he said: "Is he really the prince of the Shengming Central Empire eight hundred years ago, and has already recruited his old subordinates to his side?"

The hatred between the Immortal Vampire Clan and the Shengming Central Empire is as deep as the sea. If it weren't for Emperor Ming, how could the Immortal Vampire Clan be sealed on an isolated island and spend eight hundred years in darkness?

Therefore, Prince Qingtian was so concerned after hearing Guiwu's words.

Princess Yanxin gently touched the tips of her long crimson hair with her fingers, and smiled charmingly: "Wouldn't it be better if he was really Crown Prince Shengming? I just caught him and sucked him dry one by one. "

Princess Flameheart's voice is soft, beautiful, and full of temptation.